Month: March 2008

  • Matthew’s Reports

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    Matthew is preparing for his confirmation this spring.  One of the things that he has to do is to read about a saint that was assigned to him and write a report about what he read.  The report follows.  I bet no one can guess that I am somewhat proud of what he wrote.

    Matthew Kraeger                                                                     Padre Pio        

    3/11/2008

     

     

              Francesco Forgione, known later to the world as Padre Pio, was born on the 25th of May, 1887 in the village of Pietrelcina near Benevento.  His parents, Orazio Forgione and Maria Giuseppa De Nunzio were very poor.  To support his family, Orazio made two trips to the United States where he worked as a laborer in Jamaica, Long Island.  There is little information on the childhood of Padre Pio.  He was a quiet and deeply religious boy; he could not tolerate blasphemy and when he heard the name of God, Our Lord, or the Blessed Virgin taken in vain he would run off and hide, weeping.  When Francesco was still young, his father decided to have him taught to be a monk.  The teacher who was chosen first for little Francesco was Don Domenico Tizzani.  Soon after, because he did not think Don Domenico was a good influence on his son, Orazio, Francesco’s father sent a letter telling his wife to remove Francesco from Don Domenico and find him a more suitable teacher.  The choice fell upon Maestro Caccavo.  With this new teacher, Francesco learned very quickly and soon passed the examination required by the Capuchin Friars to enter their school.  He was much beloved by his school-mates and teachers.  His great goodness and simplicity was free from any trace of priggishness.  In 1902, Francesco Forgione began his novitiate year, entering the Capuchin Monastery at Morcone in the Province of Benevento.  In the next few years his health declined and hew was often subject to bouts of very high fevers and nausea.  Also, he would often be tormented by vicious attacks by evil spirits as though the powers of darkness were putting up a desperate fight to destroy this little monk who was going to prove to be so powerful an adversary.  Pio told no one but his confessor of these visitations.  Fra Pio’s health, which must have been very poor indeed, began at last to cause some concern to his superiors.  They had him examined by a doctor who declared him to be tubercular.  This did not interfere with his chosen vocation, however, and he was ordained to the priesthood on August 10th, 1910, in the Cathedral of Benevento.  Because of his health, Padre Pio was occasionally sent home for rest, and it was during on of these visits that he underwent a mystical experience that marked him as a victim, a living witness of the passion of Christ.  We only know where the scene was laid for Padre Pio told no one but his confessor.  Soon after, Italy became involved in World War I, and Padre Pio was called up for military duty, later, he was discharged for reasons of health.  Padre Pio was now settled for good in San Giovanni Rotondo, the isolated monastery from whence his influence would before long be felt in every part of the globe.

              When Padre Pio first came to San Giovanni Rotondo, he found a very poor and primitive mountain village that was reached by a rough road traveled mostly on foot or on mule-back  Padre Pio settled down to a life of prayer and obscurity and spent about a year in this peaceful pursuit.  The Capuchin Fathers where celebrating the feast of St. Francis on the 17th of September in the year of 1918 as they had for centuries.  It happened to fall on a Wednesday; the following Friday, the 20th, Padre Pio was in the choir alone making his thanksgiving after mass.  When a piercing cry rent the silence of the chapel, one of the monks, Padre Leone, ran to the choir.  He found Padre Pio lying on the floor unconscious, bleeding profusely from five deep wounds in his hands, in his feet, and in his side.  Padre Pio begged the monks to keep his secret, but some secrets are not meant to be kept.  Over the next few years, doctors attempted to get the wounds to heal, but nothing helped.  From then on till his death, Padre Pio lived a holy life devoted to prayer and meditation, helping souls come to the faith and working miracles for the glory of God.  In the 1960’s, Padre Pio’s health began to deteriorate.  In spite of his health, he continued his spiritual works.  He said his last mass on September 22, 1968 and made his last confession early in the morning on September 23.  He died at 2:30, that same day with the name of Mary on his lips.

              Padre Pio was and is considered holy because of all the miracles he performed; including health to the sick, sight to the blind and bi-locating.  And all the people he converted while he was alive and, even after his death.  The very way of life that he lived shows the strength of his faith and the holiness of his spirit.

              As a child, Francesco Forgione was a very holy person.  What impressed me the most is the knowledge of a child at the age of seven or eight having so much faith that he can’t stand being around people that are in a state of sin.  This kind of holiness at that young an age is remarkable, to say the least.

     

    He also had to read about Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha who is the patron saint of his confirmation class and who lived not very far from where we live.  He also had to write a short report about her.  That report follows.

    Matthew Kraeger                                                                                         Kateri Tekakwitha

    3/26/08

                Kateri Tekakwitha was born 1656, at Ossernenon in Iroquois Territory, the daughter of a Mohawk warrior and a Catholic Algonquin woman. When she was 4, smallpox swept through Ossernenon, and Tekakwitha was left with unsightly scars and poor eyesight. The outbreak took the lives of her brother and both her parents. She was then adopted by her uncle, who was a chief of the Turtle-clan. As the adopted daughter of the chief, she was courted by many of the warriors looking for her hand in marriage. However, during this time she began taking interest in Christianity, which was taught to her by her mother.

                In 1666, the Marquis Alexandre De Prouville de Tracy burned down Ossernenon. Kateri’s clan then settled on the north side of the Mohawk River, near what is now Fonda, New York. While living here, at the age of 20 years old, Tekakwitha was converted and baptized on Easter Sunday, April 18, 1676 by a Jesuit by the name of Father Jacques de Lamberville. At her baptism, she took the name Kateri. Unable to understand her zeal, members of the tribe often chastised her, which she took as a testament to her faith.

                Because she was persecuted by her Indian kin, which even resulted in threats on her life, she fled to an established community of Native American Christians located in Kahnawake, Canada where she lived a life dedicated to prayer, penitential practices, and care for the sick and aged. In 1679, she took a vow of chastity as in the Catholic expression of Consecrated virginity. A year later, Kateri died at the age of 24.

                She is called “The Lily of the Mohawks,” the “Mohawk Maiden,” the “Pure and Tender Lily,” and the “Fairest Flower among True Men.”

                Kateri Tekakwitha is considered holy because she was born in a mostly non-Catholic village, was raised a good portion of her life by a non-Catholic uncle, and through it all, she only grew in faith. In the face of such adversity, she became a Catholic and spent her life, as short as it was, dedicated to prayer and in the care of the sick and elderly.

                As a child, Kateri Tekakwitha was exposed to a way of life that was so far from the way of Catholicism that it would seem that what her mother taught her when she was young would be washed away in all that every one else was saying. What impressed me the most was that one person taught her when she was young and it stayed with her, even though the world around her said otherwise.

     

  • More Easter Preparation

    Every year on Holy Thursday our family has a tradition of inviting a different family over to bake Easter bread with us.  This year for the first time, because everyone was recovering from being sick we though it would be a good idea to not invite anyone over.  But Mary-Kate decided that we should still have Easter bread and we should still have enough to give away to those families that we usually give bread to each year. 

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    Now, anyone who knows Mary-Kate knows that she doesn’t make bread.  She !!!!Hates!!!! the feel of flour on her hands and invariably fails to kneed the dough long enough.  But she decided to make the bread all by herself this year.  So she sent me out of the kitchen and got started making the bread. 

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    Her doughs came out fairly well and when they were risen she started the process of braiding the breads.  I thought that after kneeding the loaves adequately that she would poop out before she got to this point but she hung in there and got all the loaves braided and baked.

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    The bread all got baked and then she got Matthew into the kitchen to color the eggs.

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    This is right up his alley.  They chattered like a couple of magpies while they were in there coloring eggs.

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    You can’t see it but this is one ugly egg.  Fortunately they only had a couple of them this year.  Some years the vast majority of eggs were dipped into all the colors so that they were awful looking by the time they came out.

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    Not a bad bunch of eggs.

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    A great way to spend the afternoon. 

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  • Rehearsing For Easter Mass

    Holy Saturday afternoon Matthew and I went to St. Josephs Church in Oneida to rehearse for the Easter Vigil Mass.  I decided to take my camera with me.  Usually I take pictures of everything but I don’t ordinarily take it with me to church.  But it occurred  to me that the Blessed Sacrament isn’t going to be present in church so I will be okay for me to take pictures.

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    The boys that Matthew was serving with were all friends that he has served with just about every morning for the past two years so there was a lot of goofing around on the altar.  You can see him trying to be holy but with a smirk on his face.  Fortunately Father Castronovo is a very tolerant priest and very good with the boys.  He seems to know that the boys don’t need serious all the time so he puts up with a fair amount of horsing around.

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    Here Father is going over the part where he blesses the water.  While he is explaining this Joseph, on the left, and Thomas, holding the book, and Aaron, beside Thomas, were splashing water at each other and Father.  They were being quite silly.  When the book got splashed Father had to put his foot down.  Aaron’s older brother Brandon is in the background waiting to be told what to do next. 

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    Father is the choreographer for this motley crew.  That evening everything ran smoothly.  The Easter Vigil Mass is my favorite of the whole year.  It is the most solemn and beautiful ceremony of the whole liturgical year.

  • Easter In Our Little Country Church(es)

    This is the little country church that I have attended Mass at every Sunday since I have been eight years old.  All of my children were baptized in this church and have made their first communions here.  If you want to spend a peaceful and holy lent this is the place to be.  Our dear and beloved Padre has been with us since 1972.  He has been my confessor since he came to this little country church.  All my children have been to catechism class with him right through 12th grade even though Father said that is was unnecessary.

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    All of my boys have served on that altar right through to their graduation.  They even served their graduation Masses.  When that parish closes I will miss that little country church.

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    Because our parish is scheduled to close very soon we also split our time going to this church in the next town.  Matthew likes to go here also because the priest here lets him serve anytime that he is there.  Father Morelle in our home parish only lets the boys serve when they are on the schedule. (the altar is much smaller)

    How truly blessed we are to have two such holy priests so close to us.  I was recently reminded of this when a man who is a benefactor of our local private Catholic school offered to pay tuition for Matthew to be able to attend the school if we wanted him to go.  We thanked the man but told him that Matthew would not be going to the school.  When the man asked why we told him that it would prevent Matthew from being able to go to daily mass, something that he prized very highly.  The man thought for a minute and then told us that was a very good reason for refusing his offer and said that we were very blessed to have that available to us.  He has grand children who have to travel quite a long distance to find a good Catholic church to attend on the sabbath.  How sad for them.

    How blessed I am to have a son who values the Mass more than time in the company of his friends.

  • So Much To Catch Up On

    When we aren’t living our lives here is what we are doing.  Loading hay.  Lots of hay.  It’s a wonder that my husband and son don’t dream about hay some days.

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    I personally am happy that there is such a thing as hay right now.  It’s hay that pays our bills and puts food on our table. 

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    Just about every day the trucks roll in and Doug and Matthew load them up.  Today two tractor trailer loads went out.  This one was a small load, only 33 bales.  Usually a truck this size has about 42-44 bales on it.  Monday we sent a truck out this size with 44 bales on it to Pennsylvania.  Farmers are short of hay at this time of year.  Organic farmers are especially short of hay. 

     

  • Happy Birthday Yesterday Jason

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    Happy birthday Jason.  I miss you very much.

    jason2  Believe it or not, this has been a very emotional week already.

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    If I say too much here I will cry more than I already have.

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    I cannot start this day out that way.  Just know that I love you and am very proud of you.

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    You are in my prayers daily.  Happy birthday and I didn’t forget you yesterday. 

  • Here’s The Proof

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    Here are the pictures of Jason being sworn into the Army.  Just in case someone thinks that I exaggerate or that I am a glutton for punishment.  He really did it.

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    Believe me when I say that I have done nothing to encourage any of my boys to make this decision.  But I can say that once it is made I have been the one to cheer them on to be the best that they can be, to steal an old Army slogan, while they are wearing the uniform.  Of course I have done that since they were born, why change now.

    Looking on the bright side of things, at least he will finally get that ridiculous hair all cut off and shave the facial hair off too.  Not that I don’t like a beard and mustache but not on my sons.

  • A Growing Family

    I love group photos.  My family will tell you that, as long as they don’t include me, I love group pictures.  I love to see the changes that happen in my family.  I love family. 

    My parents recently celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary.  For their gift my youngest brother, Matthew, prepared a record of pictures of the family from our roots to the present day.  In getting pictures together for my contribution I came across these group photos.  I thought that it would be fun to share them.

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    The above picture was take Thanksgiving Day 1982.  That was the day that my husband and I celebrated our ecclesiastical engagement.  That means that we stood before our beloved priest and became engaged to each other and promised to receive the sacraments together in preparations for our eventual marriage.  In this picture are all of my siblings save for my oldest brother who I believe was in Korea in the army at the time.  My maternal grandmother is also in the picture.  My future sister-in-law, Sharon, is also in the picture.  My mother is holding a foster child. My sister is in the picture for a change.  (she is the beauty on the far right with the dark hair and glasses)

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    This picture was taken one year later in Hamilton, Ohio after my oldest brother Steve’s wedding.  His new in-laws are in the picture as well.  I am newly pregnant with my oldest son.  My beloved maternal grandmother is in the picture. 

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    By the number and ages of grandchildren in the picture, this one was taken in the summer or fall of 1988.  My parents have seven grandchildren in that picture, one is napping, and one is on the way. 

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    This one was taken at the wedding reception of my brother Tom and his wife ReNee.  That was in 1993.  I know this because I was carrying my youngest daughter Rebekah who was born in June of that year and passed away two days later.  My parents have quite a few grandchildren in this picture and some of them are missing. 

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    This was taken outside of the church where my youngest brother Matthew was married, right after his wedding.  Unfortunately not everyone is in the picture.  Quite a few of the grandchildren are in this picture.  My sister is on the far left.  Behind her is my beloved sister-in-law Sharon.

    Now my parents have 42 grandchildren with a great-grandchild on the way.  I love the way that the family is growing. 

  • My Six Brothers

    I was blessed with six brothers.  I have often said that I am an authority on men.  Having grown up with six brothers then giving birth to five sons and being married to my husband, I think that makes me an authority on men.

    So, here are my six brothers.  These are my older brothers.  The one without the facial hair is my oldest brother Stephen and the other is my brother Christopher.  This picture happens to have been taken on my wedding day in front of the church where I was married.

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    This is my younger brother David.  We are exactly thirteen months apart.  When we were growing up we were very close.   We were often mistaken for twins.  He is playing his guitar for my son P.OBrien. 

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    This is my brother John.  Between David and John I have a sister named Suzanne.  Unfortunately I don’t have a picture of her alone because she often avoids the camera.  John is a joker as you can see from the picture.

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    This is my brother Thomas.  He is the quietest of all of us. He and my oldest brother Steve went into the Army.  Steve went through West Point and Tom enlisted in the Army.  Maybe that’s where my kids get it from. 

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    This is my very spoiled youngest brother Matthew.  My youngest son is named for him.  My brother was my “baby” when he was born.  Being the oldest girl I always insisted on taking care of him.  That’s why he is so spoiled.  He and I are eleven years apart.  When he was eleven my oldest was born.  I used to think that was a very cool thing.

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  • Well, He Did It

    Jason went and enlisted in the Army Reserves last week.  I guess this must be some kind of record?  Four sons from the same family in the military?  Not a record that I would want to be known for.

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    Several people have asked me what I think about this decision.  Not because of my feelings or how it will affect my life but because they know my son.  I didn’t like it when the other three enlisted but I knew that they would benefit someway.

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    This one I am not so sure about.  I will have to redouble my prayers on his behalf.  That’s about all I can do. 

    Battery is about to die and there is no where to plug in here so farewell for now.