Sunday, September 9, 2007

Entry for September 09, 2007 On The Road Again !!

Tomorrow whilst my dear friend , Céleste , is keeping a watchful eye on " Athol " Air and taking care of business out there in the far Northwestern reaches of Alaska......She - Who - Quacks - With - Ducks and I shall be checking things out at the opposite end of the country.... in the Northeasternmost corner of Maine...... therefore of the USA . There are three villages in particular that have caught our attention , Stockholm , Sweden and Jemtland , Maine. Roughly 25 years ago I had it from rather sure sources that a few oldtimers still spoke Swedish there.... so tomorrow we shall find out for sure !!

A bit to the South of these old Swedish settlements is the small town of Mars Hill... pop. 1480 where my Daideo's ( grand-dad's ) sister married the Buckley clan patriarch , Old Dan , whose statue adorns the parking lot of the small Catholic Church today........ right on the main drag ! I might even find a few kissing cousins lurking around town . I haven't been back there in over 40 years .... and back then the womenfolk were " childbearing " at an astounding rate !! So one never knows...... ???

So why not google up Google Earth and type in Stockholm , Maine , USA and follow us on our quest and meandres ?

P.S. Thanks to Fluff for use of her map which she borrowed from some site and have a week well worth living y' all.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Entry for September 08, 2007 Saturday Anecdote !!!

This past Thursday She - Who - Chats - With - Jays and I went to visit an old collegue and friend of mine with whom " j'ai bamboché " ( I painted towns , vllages , cities , hamlets , burgs , etc red ! ) manys a time during our younger years . During our chat I asked Jacques whether he had kept in touch with the denizens of Saint Adolphe , a cute village nestled in a hilly dead-end road some 15 kilometers from here.............. and more especially with the local patriarch .... le père Lepire ..... whose surname most of the villagers bear. He informed me that the " bonhomme " or old guy was dead but that his favourite grandson was getting married soon to some young lady from Sainte - Brigitte - de - Laval by the name of Lemieux.

Almost immediately L'il Athol went into action and together we conjured up visons of the Jay Leno Show and his section on wedding announcements with ironically funny family names . We likewise thought of the passage from the wedding ceremony itself... " for the better or for the worse ". In French " le mieux " as a noun means the best whereas " le pire " means the worst !! I guess we could say that things are going from better to best ..... and from worse to worst !! .... and that Jay Leno's flashcard headline might have read , BEST - WORST WEDDING SLATED FOR SATURDAY !

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Entry for September 05, 2007 Case of Mistaken Identity ..... and More..... !


I went to the bank yesterday to pay a few bills and the place was crowded to the hilt !..... line ups at the automatic tellers too !! By the time I got to number one position in the line with roughly 15 impatient clients behind me ......one of the " flesh and blood " lady tellers at the far end of the counter , whom I knew only casually , looked up , saw me and in a loud voice asked ... " Monsieur McNulty , est - ce que vous avez un jumeau ?"... " Mister McNulty , do you have a twin brother ?" . Followed a moment of silence while I thought a bit..... and then L'il Athol blurted out , " Yes , ... his name is George........... George Clooney !". The place went in to an uproar. These fun moments only happen once in a blue moon ..... and the timing was right yesterday.
P.S. In no way do I consider myself a George Clooney look -a- like and the whole incongruity of the comparison is the stuff of which good humour is made up ! The above pic was taken in Italy when I was George's present age.......... adding a wee hooker of Tuscan " vino nero " to my daily diet.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Entry for September 03, 2007 Bavarian Fairyland !!

Today's post is a follow up to my last blog in which I shall describe a wee bit post-war Germany....especially Bayern or Bavaria , a section of the Vaterland that had not undergone the massive bombings experienced by the more industrialized Western and Northern provinces. Bavaria , in general ,was all about farming ! The above pic is Kloster - Gars in the foreground , the huge Redemptorist monastery which housed roughly 500 people all told... priests , seminarians , lay brothers who worked the farms , nuns and their postulants and novices , etc. In the background is the village , Markt - Gars , with its huge marketplace for the local farmers to barter their wares. The Inn River , which has its source in the Austrian Tyrol , comes out of Austria ... by Innsbruck ( bridge on Inn ) just to the South of Gars inside Austria ......behind our mosastery and onward towards Passau where it flows into the " Blue Danube " . The Inn marks the border between the two countries . The first nine pictures in this post are from postcards I have been carrying around with me these last 48 to 50 years !

haag-obbThis pic shows the neighbouring town of Haag. I would often go there "mit dem Fahrrad ".... by bike.... as that was the most common means of transportation back then .... roughly 14-15 years after the War . I had a friend , Peter , who ran a local Bierstube or beer-joint there . The Haag Brauerie or brewery made excellent "helles" or blond beer.

haag-obb-tooA close up pic of Haag .... Peter's Bierstube was in the house on extreme left just below the tall tower.

straubingStraubing on the Donau or Danube. Not too many cars back then !

nice-houseTypical Bavarian house adorned with statues , carvings , and religious paintings ..... and flowers , of course , during the Summer.

dreifluessenstadt-passauOn the 12th of August , 1961 I set out alone from Gars on a two-week bike tour of Eastern Bavaria armed with some Brot , Käse , Wurst , a bedroll and a few shekels , pedalled much of the time along the Inn ..... through Waldkreiburg , Mühldorf , etc until I reached Simbach where I simply crossed the bridge into Braunau , Austria and visited Hitler's Geburtshaus..... birth house. Many Germans back then would often hasten to inform me that the former Führer was actually an Austrian....... to which many chuckles followed. I arrived in Passau ( above pic ) on the 13th and fell in love with the place and people. This is where the Inn ( on right ) hooks up with the Danube which is seen here flowing out of the background ( Austria ) towards the reader . The Domkirche in centre of town harbours the biggest organ in Europe ...... and the organist was no slouch either !!

wasserburgwasserburg-tooUpstream from Gars was the above town of Wasserburg........ yes , you got it right !! Watertown !!.... and for evident reasons named so !! ..... with absolutely herrliches dunkels bier.... out - of - this -world dark beer !! This was my Fairyland image I kept in my mind for years afterwards until I revisited Wasserburg some 25 years later. It was still a most beautiful site ...... but I could not recapture the magic of youthful dreams of the past.... which is only normal.... and I think you' ve all experienced other such phenomena in your own lives.

dreifluessenstadt-passau-tooAnother view of Passau , the " dreiflüssige Stadt " ... the three-river city..... the third being the Ilz seen flowing into the Danube from the right ( hidden from view in first pic ). The Ilz has its source in the Czech Republic to the Northeast.

koenigsseeOne of those picture - perfect sites , St Bartholomä on the Königsee in the Bavarian Tyrol , not far from Berchtesgaden.... Hitler's hideout.

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bavaria1Two more examples of Bavarian house paintings with yours truly standing in doorway waving goodbye to you all .

P.S. The day I reached Passau , August 13th , 1961 everybody was talking about " Die Mauer " ... The Wall.... as that very morning Walter Ulbricht , the East - German leader , had given orders to begin the construction of the infamous Berlin Wall . It stood in shame until November 9th , 1989 while dear Walter had already gone to his heavnly reward in August of 1971..... some ten years after issuing the orders.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Entry for September 01, 2007 A Great Human Being !!

We are often inspired and awed by people we see in the media or elsewheres but with whom we never have the opportunity to rub shoulders. This evening I wish to share with my readers my own personal encounter with just such a person...... Father Bernhard Häring , C. Ss. R. , a German Redemptorist priest and author of " Das Gesetz Christi " ( The Law of Christ ) , a book which shook the very foundations of the teaching of Catholic moral theology when it was published back in 1954....... with its refreshigly positive outlook on the whole subject. God was no longer portrayed as wielding a two-edged word waiting for us to make a mistake so that we might be rightfully , righteously or judicially sent on our "merry way" to hell which we deserved but rather a merciful , loving God who understood our flesh and bone make-up and who forgave our weaknesses , etc

What I am writing about today is simply an addendum or postscript to what I wrote in my Cortona Chronicles during the Winter of 2006....my years as a theological student at Colleggio San Alfonso in Cortona , Italy during the late 1950s and early 1960s......... and not a plug for Catholicism in any way whatsoever. Being born into a Redemptorist Fathers' parish ..... this Congregation profoundly and favourably marked the first 26 years of my life.......... and I remain deeply indebted to them even today.

So without further " great expatiations" or long-windedness I'll get to the point. Any time I ventured out of our mountain hideout and seminary in Cortona and came to Rome I always stayed at the Mother House on Via Merulana 32 bis..... which lodged the Alfonsianum .... the world centre for Catholic Moral Theology at that time as well as professors and students. As a young seminarian I was highly impressed .......hobnobbing with the great ones in the corridors , sleeping in a cell next to that of Father Van Barfleet , the well-known Dutch scholar..... asking Father Raponi to kindly pass the " pasta asciutta" in the refectory or simply kneeling beside some other "topgun" in chapel during meditation.Like Dixxe says so well in her book... " life was simple back then" and I was young and full of awe !!

It was here that I first met Father Häring , world-renowned author and professor of moral theology ........ and all-around great guy as I was soon to discover. I was walking back to my room on the third floor in the monastery when I passed in front of an open door and was greeted by a cloud of pleasant - smelling pipe smoke.... so I looked in and saw him sitting there......... bent over his desk seemingly in deep thought. and read the name on the door ........ quickly realizing I was in the presence of the man whom I had heard so much about from my teachers and studies in preceding years.......... whose three volumns adorned my desktop back in Cortona. Catching sight of me from the corner of his eye he looked up suddenly and invited me in for a short visit and a smoke. I explained to him why I was studying in Italy and that my two Canadian friends , Abe Sterzer and Steve Kennedy , were studying theology and learning German at the Redemptorist seminary at Gars -am - Inn in Baveria , Germany...... his old alma mater ! To my great delight he asked me outright whether I would like to accompany him to Gars the following month when the Summer holidays began............ and that he would personally telephone my Father Superior in Cortona to make it all happen. Needless to say I was overjoyed ..... and one month later I was sharing the same compartment with Father Häring on the midnight express train out of Rome's Stazione Termini and bound for Munich.

During the ten - hour trip I got to know the man a wee bit and came away convinced that he WAS what he preached in his writings........ a kind , generous and saintly human being who radiated wisdom , peace , love and understanding in his every word and gesture. I felt very privileged and humble and I still feel the same way today as I sit down here at my desk .........as the three volumns of " Das Gesetz" stand proudly on the bookshelf behind me..... within easy reach ! Father Bernhard died in Gars on July 3rd , 1998 at age 85.

P.S. It was widely rumoured around Rome that , in spite of his meek outward demeanour and mild manners , Father Bernhard nourrished a profound dislike for zealous hypocrites as well as certain members of the Roman Curia and their overly rigid interpretations of what Christian morality was or should be. One afternoon I went to the University of Rome la Sapienza where he was invited as guest speaker only to find him standing beside the podium before a large audience in full harangue mode........ finger pointing out the window across the Tiber toward Vatican City ......... and saying how inane and "assinine" he found the Curia's proposition to place Via Veneto , Rome's " jetset "street of " debauchery " and ill repute which Felini had just made famous in the movie " La Dolce Vita" , on the Sodom and Gomorrah list .... and thereby off limits to Catholic clergy under pain of automatic excommunication . The students , all young priests and seminarians like me , began showing their approval by stomping their feet and pounding the desktops with clenched fists. I got a real eyefull that day...all part of the learning process I guess !!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Entry for August 15, 2007 Frogstools !!

Ever since my tender childhood years I have had to live with the folk-belief that frogs are benign wee creatures and that toads are evil and responsible for warts if touched. Well , I am a full-fledged legal senior..... living out my wisdom years.....and I say "phony baloney" to the latter !! My sons and I have handled both these amphibians constantly over the years and have caught " diddley-squat"! Furthermore , how about what our common folklore throughout the world has taught us about frogs and toads....... portraying the former as sitting on lily pads while the latter hunker down on " poisonous mushrooms " called toadstools. Now I have spent most of my life near forests , ponds , creeks , streams , rivers , lakes , etc and have never caught one of these li'l buggers sitting where he/she/it should be..............

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soooooooo I decided to do something about it and see what it looks like in real life !! Out I went into our backyard where frogs , toads and toadstools abound.... usually at this time of year. Unfortunately I could not find a toad ... so I grabbed a frog and plunked his behind down on a mushroom and took a pic. The poor little guy was so mezmerized he didn 't budge for about ten minutes..... then hopped on his merry way ..... just like in my old fairytales. Whether he felt out of place or simply petrified by the sudden events I'll never know ! Should I have the patience later on this Summer Ill try to catch a toad and take him over to Lac Neigette where there are oodles of lily pads........ and reverse folklore once again !!

P.S. The title picture is of Der Froschkoenig , a well-known East German folktale about Princess Henriette , the Frog-King and a promise gone awry. Should pic not appear .... kindly hit " magnify " icon.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Entry for August 13, 2007 -- Low Self - Esteem ?

Since low self - esteem seems to be running amok in some sectors of Yahoo 360 I thought I would cheer those folks up a bit with a few chuckles..... a morale booster so to speak ..... from a once - proud guy who has a REAL problem !! Please, take a listen here: (will open in new window) to Dale Pridgeon's first song !

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I JUST DON'T LOOK GOOD NAKED ANYMORE
(aka TRUCKER'S LAMENT: I JUST DON'T LOOK GOOD NAKED ANYMORE)
(Sheb Wooley / Dick Feller)

Recorded by: Ben Colder; LeRoy Mack; The VW Boys;
Fantastic Shakers; Rita Schneider; Dale Pridgeon;
Stan Boreson; Tex & Mary Schutz; Dick Feller.


I stepped outta the shower and I gotta good look at myself
Pot belly, bald head, man, I thought I was somebody else
I caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door
I just don't look good naked anymore

So, I'm goin' upstairs and turn the bedroom mirror to the wall
I hung it there when I was trim and tall
I'd stand there and smile, and strut and flex until my arms got sore
But I just don't look good naked anymore

Well, I used to go out with the girls
I loved them one and all
Now they don't get very close to me
They're afraid that I might fall

Well, I went to the Doctor for my annual medical exam
Stood there in the buff, suddenly he said "MAN"
I said "What is it Doc, some fatal disease, I just gotta know the
score"
He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore

Well, me and my wife had a dance routine
Everybody said it was unique
Now it's only when we're back to back
That we're dancing cheek to cheek

Well, I went to a nudie beech to have some seaside fun
Stretched out in my birthday suit, soakin' up the sun
Somebody yelled, "Hey, there's an old white whale washed up on the
shore
I just don't look good naked anymore

Yeah, my arches fell, my chest went to hell
And my butt's a-draggin' the floor
An' I just don't look good naked anymore
No, I just don't look good naked anymore