Friday, May 02, 2003

Update on Baghdad Animals


Things ARE improving. Don't forget you can contribute for their care at Aid to Baghdad Zoo, C/0 North Carolina Zoological Society, 4403 Zoo Parkway, Asheboro, NC 27205
Mary

Wednesday, April 30, 2003

"Do not let anyone look down on you because you are young, but be an example in your speech, your conduct, your love, faith and purity. Do not neglect the spiritual gift that is in you. Practice these things and devote yourself to them, in order that your progress may be seen by all. Keep doing these things, because if you do, you will save both yourself and those who hear you."
1Timothy 4:12-16

This was in the worship folder we prayed from tonight at Confirmation in the Sheboygan Armory. I was priviledged to be asked to sponsor my niece, Erin Deeley for this occasion. We have had fun sharing and bonding for this event and I am very proud of her. Archbishop Timothy Dolan officiated at the ceremony. He read excerpts from several letters written by the confirmants and Erin's was one of them. She was both proud and embarrassed and her thoughts were very impressive. Fr. Gene, our pastor, actually confirmed Erin and was very warm and spent a moment with each young person.

Altogether a wonderful experience. The music was a group choir from all nine parishes who were part of the ceremony and was wonderful.

Tuesday, April 29, 2003

Here is a short biography I did of one of my favorite people who happens to be a cousin of mine. If you would like to be a part of helping Fr. Mike's kids. Let me know. I have lots of ideas.

Mary





Fr. Michael Shea

Fr. Michael Shea was born in Armstrong, Wisconsin July 30, 1938, the eldest child of John W. Shea and Eileen O’Conner Shea.

He was ordained a Redemptorist priest on July 2, 1964. Two years later, on January 31, 1966, he began his ministry in Thailand. His first challenge was learning the language. Then, for nine years, he cared for 12 villages strung along the Mekong River and inland.

His next assignment was in the Loei province, tending some mountain villages and also Hmong refugees in the Vinai refugee camp for six years.

In the early eighties, he built and staffed the Prince of Peace minor seminary, completing the building in 1982 and staying until 1984 when he returned to the Mekong River, staying until 1996 when he became rector and director of novices in Nongkhai in northeast Thailand.

Currently, Mike pastors four parishes. He has also established a hostel for Aids infected children called Sarnelli House in Don Wai. There are 36 Aids infected children in the hostel. Along with the Aids hostel he has a boys home called St. Patrick’s with 17 boys and a girls hospice called Viengkhuk Girl’s Hospice with 36 girls. These 53 healthy children have been orphaned and abandoned, usually because their mothers, dying of Aids were forced out of their homes because of fear of the disease.


The following is a paragraph from Fr. Mike’s Christmas 2002 letter to his friends and family.

“After 3 years with our kids, I have come to the conclusion that God made Christmas especially for children. Each year, after Midnight Masses at our four churches, kids in our hostels perform Christmas skits at the parties. This morning the Vienkhuk hostel girls told me excitedly that they are already having play practice. In their plays, the baby Jesus gets separated from His parents and never sees them again. He wanders from home to home, and the people refuse to invite Him to eat or stay with them. This achingly mirrors their lives before being taken in by us.”


Mike brings photograph albums of the children whenever he comes home, pictures of the children all dressed up for plays or playing or in school. They are all scrubbed and wide-eyed and beautiful. Someone asked him why he doesn’t show pictures of the sick children or as they arrive to invoke sympathy like some ministries do. He said that he lets the kids put the albums together and they want to put pictures of themselves and their friends looking good. Wouldn’t your children?

Monday, April 28, 2003

My E-Mail is added. Thank you, Jim. It is mkunert@aol.com. Feel free. Today I am adding a recipe blurb. Let me know if you like it.


IRISH BROWN BREAD


On my first trip to Ireland, we arrived early in the morning. We were wisked off to
Ennis to the Carrygerry Inn for our first Irish Breakfast. My stepdaughter, Bobbie and I
tasted our first Irish Brown Bread which has become is almost an addiction. I tried it
baking it after that trip but it was on my second tour that I learned the real secret from my
favorite tour guide, Alice Rattigan. You have to aerate the flour by scooping it up with
your hands in the bowl to get lots of air into it before you add the buttermilk. Sifting isn’t
enough so don’t skip the scooping. Trust me.

IRISH BROWN BREAD
2 cups wheat flour
2 cups white flour
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tbs.. white sugar
2 tbs.. brown sugar
2 cups buttermilk (in a pinch you can sour milk by adding a tsp. of lemon juice or vinegar
and letting it sit for a bit but buttermilk is best.)

Sieve the dry ingredients into a large bow. Scoop up handfuls of the dry
ingredients and allow to drop back into the bowl to aerate the mixture. (Very Important!)

Add enough buttermilk to make a soft dough. Work quickly as the buttermilk and
soda are working. Knead the dough lightly. Keep flouring hand to keep dough from
sticking. Too much kneading will toughen, too little it won’t rise.

Form a round loaf about as thick as your fist. Place on a lightly floured baking
sheet or stone and cut a cross across the top with a floured knife.
Bake at the top of a preheated oven. 450 Degrees for 35 to 40 minutes. The loaf
will sound hollow when rapped on the bottom. Wrap immediately in a clean tea towel to
stop the crust from hardening.

Raisins can be added if you like. This bread does dry out rather quickly but freshens nicely
if toasted.

Sunday, April 27, 2003

I am now set up for comments and will add my email this evening when Jim comes home as he is the expert on enhancing these things.

Sunny and warm today. I amsurprised that the cats, Big Oscar and Foxie Roxie are not sitting in the windows enjoying it. They do love the windows in the office. Especially the window that gives them an overview of the bird bath.

The dog still perfers the snow.

Mary