Old people just like to tell stories…

Posted by admin on Dec 31st, 2006

Okay - I promise - this is my last New Years Eve post - yes, Michael, I’ll be more serious after this one.
Picture New Year’s Eve 1967, I’m at home in my apartment at Fair Oaks, across from the Minneapolis Museum of Fine Arts, sitting on the sofa, sipping a scotch and soda, reading “Rosemary’s Baby” - terrified.
Yes, the book was scary, yet years earlier, when we were playing with the Ouija Board in Larry’s basement, I asked the question, “When will I die?” (I always ask that.)
The thing moved to “6″ and then to “7″. I was convinced it meant I would die sometime by the end of the year 1967. Having survived the year that far, I was waiting on New Year’s Eve to see if I would die, while reading “Rosemary’s Baby”. One minute after midnight I said to my roommate David, “Well, I didn’t die.” And I finished my book. (Obviously, this was a couple of years before my conversion.)
Isn’t that a cute story?
Anyway, it could be this year! In June; it’s the 6th month in the year ‘07 - 6/07, or it could be when I’m 67 years old…but I’m not superstitious any longer. Anyway, how would the devil even know this stuff? (After all, he’s the one behind Ouija Boards and all of that junk. And he lies. Right? …Fr. Altier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Happy New Year and good night, ladies and gentlemen! I’m going to bed.
Michael, I promise I’ll be better about posting after this. (He’s so strict!)

Asti

Posted by admin on Dec 31st, 2006

and Moonstruck
One of my all time favorite movies - the last one I liked Nick Cage in - never forgave him for marrying Elvis’ daughter.
Anyway - the Italian family in that movie was so like my neighborhood and my best friend’s families - especially Linda’s. Cher’s character looks so much like my ex-sister-in-law, which I forgive Cher for - But Judy, honey, get a new look for heaven’s sake!
I grew up in the Italian neighborhood on the East Side of St. Paul, Minnesota. It was in the “last days of little Pompeii” - before most of the old timers died and the kids got married and moved to the suburbs. Yes - it was like Moonstruck, as was the North End in Boston when I lived there in the ’70’s.
Over the years, none of my ritzy friends understood Asti Spumante. It’s a beverage frowned upon in the elite tasty circles - especially when you put a lump of sugar in it. (You really only have to do that with the cheap stuff, it prevents acid reflux.) Yet it is so Italian-American, as Cher demonstrated in the movie.
Oh! I miss the days and nights and holidays in Linda’s kitchen with everyone talking over each other! The Morelli’s, the Rulli’s, the Yarusso’s, the Raiolla’s, the Cocchiarella’s, the D’amico’s, the Farese’s, the Corbo’s - well maybe not them. Auld Lang Syne! Now isn’t that what New Year’s is all about?
(Looks like Ray isn’t the only one with nothing to do on New Years - “Agnes - where the hell is that Asti?” She’s already had too much catnip!)

Masked Ball

Posted by admin on Dec 31st, 2006

The meeting of Romeo and Juliet in Zeferelli’s classic.
This is what I always wanted for New Year’s Eve.
It never happened - I never met Olivia Hussey.
(My cats and I are having a masked ball of our own tonight. Just kidding! Wouldn’t that be funny though? “Agnes, pour me some more Asti!”)

Hey Ray - Look at This!

Posted by admin on Dec 31st, 2006

This guy was Time magazine’s Man of the Year for 1938!
“Written at the very peak of his political successes, this Time magazine article conferring on Adolf Hitler its coveted “Man of the Year Award” for 1938 offers a fascinating contemporary perspective of the Fuhrer prior to the outbreak of WW II.” -found on Cynical-C blog
There is just no accounting for ‘human error’!
(I found out Ray at Stella Borealis is a history buff and has nothing to do on New Year’s Eve. Everyone should hit on him tonite - place comments on his posts that is.)

Kvetching

Posted by admin on Dec 31st, 2006

What’s a kvetch? It’s yiddish for a complainer - or a bitch. This is Helen Thomas - not that she’s a kvetch - I just like her smile.

Anyway - I got an email from Ray who obviously has nothing better to do on New Year’s Eve than surf the net and read parish bulletins. It was about SJA! St. Joan of Arc parish in Minneapolis. The pastor had shared some kvetching he hears from his parishioners when he dares try to adjust the SOP of his parish.

There is just no accounting for church people, is there. When I grew up one would never dare question the pastor - he was in charge of the parish like a little pope. So it’s not just the more Catholic-than-the-pope parishes that kvetch if something is tweaked a bit, it’s the progressivist faith communities as well. And not just parishes, religious communities can be the same way.

The Church As Police State

(I’ll post a snip from Fr. Debruycker’s pastors page at the end of my anecdotes. God bless our priests who endure such criticisms.)

  • One local Church pastor has received complaints and criticism because he went with a different parish calendar this year. I hear it is more modern, I don’t know if it’s the art or there are no fish symbols on Fridays in Lent.
  • Another new pastor was criticised because he had to limit the daily Mass schedule due to fewer priests available.
  • In another instance, a pastor received objections for placing the new Advent wreath in the sanctuary.
  • I know of a chaplain who decided to celebrate Mass ad orientem - facing the tabernacle - instead of facing the people, to the objections of many.
  • I was once close to a group of nuns where some bitterly complained their chaplain never used the word “sins” at the penitential rite when beginning Mass.
  • I also heard of a pastor who limited the wearing of the cassock for Sunday liturgies only - and didn’t take the objections well. The rule remains however.
  • Another nun complained that the same priest did not pray the ritual prayers or use holy water when he blessed a sacramental, or when he heard confession without a stole.
  • A priest I know who had been invited to a wedding, danced with another guest. A member of the wedding party asked him to stop since it was scandalous for a priest to dance.

These are just petty annoyances - but I know many priests get a lot of critical email, oftentimes scathing and mean spirited. Priests have a tough enough job as it is, I think they deserve more respect and better treatment - no matter how liberal or traditional they may be - but don’t overdo it with the pompous ones.

So here is Debruycker’s kvetch - not his - but a few he received in the mail:

Pastor’s 2 Cents: Fr. Jim DeBruycker:

“I thought it time to catch up on some e-mail responses. (Of course I will answer them from my point of view and sound like a martyr.)

1) Why don’t you lose some weight; you are so heavy you make me feel uncomfortable?

I’ll try.

2) Why do you have to say Body of Christ so loud; can you turn down the mike?

I have been preaching for the last 20 years in Churches with a poor or non-existent sound system. I’ve developed a booming voice; friends kick me under the table at restaurants and shush me all the time. Also, our family starts to go deaf at my age. I’ll try and turn it down.

3) Why do you have to talk so fast?

Blame Miss Lentz in grade school. She was my speech therapist. I used to lisp and stutter. After years of work she got me past that, but the speed is an ongoing problem. I’ll work on it.

4) I bless you in the name of the Creator, Son and Holy Spirit. It’s in the name of the Creator, Redeemer and Sanctifier. For God’s sake get a script!

Actually, that blessing is a less than adequate gender compromise which was made up by God knows who, so I made up my own which at least allows for some kind of a personal God. I did write my own script.

5) Where did the seating arrangement come from? Is it being imposed by the chancery?

When I arrived at St. Joan’s I had a couple of concerns. The mike in the middle of the altar was so clumsy you said mass around it. I was told it had to be that way because of the guest speakers’ and lectors’ needs. I suggested a separate pulpit which was ignored. After Fr. Egan’s funeral the Archbishop requested we have a separate place for the liturgy of the word. This request was brought to the Liturgy Committee whose response was, “We will do it, but not until we can theologically justify it.”

My other concern was that the Eucharist was part of a show-mass at the ‘uptown bar.’ The music is great, but it would be nice to have a separate area for the Eucharist where we could put more emphasis on it, while still being true to St. Joan’s communal spirit. In early fall Vicky Klima, the Archdiocese Liturgy Director, made a pastoral visit. We discussed different Church arrangements to heighten communal involvement while maintaining the integrity of the different liturgies taking place, as well as the music accompanying these liturgies. What you see in the gym is a result of that brainstorming: the different pods for the liturgy of the Word and Liturgy of the Eucharist, and the people engaging each other by facing each other in their seats. However, the building fights against this arrangement for a variety of reasons, including sight lines, sound, etc. It is a work in progress. I believe we had over 100 comments, out of 10,000 parishioners, mostly against the present arrangement, neck cramp being the most mentioned problem.” - St. Joan of Arc

Pray especially for priests engaged in the “reform of the reform” - there are many starting gates in this race. Fr. Jim is doing the best he can, given his starting gate position.

“What comparison can I use for the men of today? What are they like?
They are like children squatting in the city squares and calling to their playmates,
‘We piped you a tune but you did not dance,
We sang you a dirge but you did not wail.’” - Luke 7: 31

New Year’s Eve

Posted by admin on Dec 31st, 2006

Night Clubbing
Painting by Tamara de Lempicka

New Year’s eve once held a special fascination for me as a boy because of all the 1930’s screwball comedies I used to watch on TV, depicting a mad-cap gala, while awaiting my parents return home with noise-makers and crowns for us to play with.
Later, when night clubbing on this eve, I desperately tried to have the same fun I imagined from the old movies. I never, ever had a fun time on New Years. Nevertheless, I still like the Art Deco memories the artist de Lempicka documented so well in her paintings.
New Year’s is far too overrated. For me, it’s nothing but a chronological transition, a turn of the page in one’s calendar.
Fr. Nicholas has a charming history of New Year’s traditions on his blog “Roman Miscellany“. The feast of the Annunciation at one time was the New Years commemoration, I like that.
(If you never read the British Catholic blogs, I highly recommend you do - they are extremely informative and revealing as to how fervent the British are in their faith, their concern for continuity and the Church, not to mention their ardent desire for “the dowry” to be returned to the Church of Rome. I am always edified with these sons and daughters of the great martyrs of the Church of England and Wales.) Pictured below, The Martyrs of England and Wales.

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