Some days are so hard and it is so hard to hear the sadness in my Mother's voice. Today we received word that her brother, my uncle Roman Bowser, died in Austin Texas. He has been ill and earlier this week they decided that there was not much more they could do in the hospital. He wanted to go home. And home he went. He got home yesterday and he died this morning - so he must have been waiting to be home and with his Mary Ann.
Uncle Roman was a wonderful man, a World War II Veteran who served through the Viet Nam War. He retired and taught high school history for many years too. I remember him from my childhood in my first memories. He was 82 years old.
Work like you don't need the money
Love like you've never been hurt
Dance like nobody's watching
Sing like nobody's listening
Live like it's heaven on earth.
I read the above somewhere. Uncle Roman would like it. Remember him in your prayers.
Mary
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Friday, June 06, 2003
I checked for an update on the Baghdad Zoo situation. Here it is. Log on.
Baghdad Zoo Update
Just trying to keep people aware of the plight of these animals.
Mary
Baghdad Zoo Update
Just trying to keep people aware of the plight of these animals.
Mary
Two very busy days with no time to post. But today I can begin again.
Today is a wine day. We have a batch of Chardonnay that is ready to be siphoned into the secondary fermentor. Always exciting and tomorrow and the next day we will be racking both Merlot and Beaujolais. After this racking they MAY be ready to bottle. It depends on how they clear up.
I wrote a little poem for my class reunion. We had a meeting last night and the others liked it so I will put it in the Memory Book that we are preparing for the event. I will share it with you all. Let me know what you think.
Class of 1958
We were Invincible.
We walked tall and
Strode into the now
With great promise.
We dreamed of a future
Higher than the hills.
We are Invincible.
We walk tall and
Stride into this future
With giant steps.
We leave a path
Wider than the sea.
In preparing this booklet for the reunion, I am so impressed by the people that I graduated with. They have left paths that are wider than the sea and brought such good to this Earth.
Mary
Today is a wine day. We have a batch of Chardonnay that is ready to be siphoned into the secondary fermentor. Always exciting and tomorrow and the next day we will be racking both Merlot and Beaujolais. After this racking they MAY be ready to bottle. It depends on how they clear up.
I wrote a little poem for my class reunion. We had a meeting last night and the others liked it so I will put it in the Memory Book that we are preparing for the event. I will share it with you all. Let me know what you think.
Class of 1958
We were Invincible.
We walked tall and
Strode into the now
With great promise.
We dreamed of a future
Higher than the hills.
We are Invincible.
We walk tall and
Stride into this future
With giant steps.
We leave a path
Wider than the sea.
In preparing this booklet for the reunion, I am so impressed by the people that I graduated with. They have left paths that are wider than the sea and brought such good to this Earth.
Mary
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Did I tell you that those new kitties of ours are working out just fine?
Big Oscar is just a big old loveable blob. He likes to sleep up above us on the headboard, coming down occasionally for a little cuddling.
Don't see much of Roxie at night but she is quite the adventurer. I don't believe that there is a flat surface at any height in this house that she cannot reach. She has made it everywhere but the mantle so far. We are all quite delighted with them.
I want to have a bagpiper play at my funeral.
Mary
Big Oscar is just a big old loveable blob. He likes to sleep up above us on the headboard, coming down occasionally for a little cuddling.
Don't see much of Roxie at night but she is quite the adventurer. I don't believe that there is a flat surface at any height in this house that she cannot reach. She has made it everywhere but the mantle so far. We are all quite delighted with them.
I want to have a bagpiper play at my funeral.
Mary
Sunday, June 01, 2003
June 1st already. Five months of 2003 gone.
It is a beautiful day, though a little chilly and there was a definate frosty look on the ground when Chelsea and I went for our morning walk, though the temperature registered at 38Degrees, 38 Degrees is too cold for June, but the sun and the freshly leafed out trees made up for it today.
Tomorrow I will go to a funeral with my Mother, my Aunt Kathleen and her husband Bob. Johnny Bill Shea of Armstrong, WI died on Thursday Morning. He was my Mother's age and married to her cousin Eileen O'Connor. I did not know Johnny Bill until I came back from California some 20 years ago and became the transportation for Dad and Mom to the various Shea events out at Our Lady of the Angels parish, usually when Johnny and Eileen's son Mike was home on a visit. He is a missionary in Thailand and Johnny Bill was his most enthusiastic supporter. Johnny Bill is probably the last family person of my Mother's generation who was still alive. Uncle Pat, Mom's brother (who is much younger, only about 6 years older than me) went to see him often and sometimes would bring him in to visit Mom. They enjoyed those visits so much and I know Mother feels a great loss.
Johnny was a great story teller, a true Irishman. I remember at one of the fish boil fundraisers, Johnny was talking to Fr. Robinson who was a pastor at Our Lady of the Angels. He told him that Fr. Mike was going to be back in the U. S. for six months that year to get some schooling. Then he proceeded to tell Fr. Robinson what he was studying. He said that since there was talk of allowing married priests, "Mike was coming home to take some classes to learn how to live with a woman."
Fr. Robinson's face was worth a million dollars and he couldn't believe that he fell for it.
A prayer for a fine Irish Gentleman please.
Love
Mary
It is a beautiful day, though a little chilly and there was a definate frosty look on the ground when Chelsea and I went for our morning walk, though the temperature registered at 38Degrees, 38 Degrees is too cold for June, but the sun and the freshly leafed out trees made up for it today.
Tomorrow I will go to a funeral with my Mother, my Aunt Kathleen and her husband Bob. Johnny Bill Shea of Armstrong, WI died on Thursday Morning. He was my Mother's age and married to her cousin Eileen O'Connor. I did not know Johnny Bill until I came back from California some 20 years ago and became the transportation for Dad and Mom to the various Shea events out at Our Lady of the Angels parish, usually when Johnny and Eileen's son Mike was home on a visit. He is a missionary in Thailand and Johnny Bill was his most enthusiastic supporter. Johnny Bill is probably the last family person of my Mother's generation who was still alive. Uncle Pat, Mom's brother (who is much younger, only about 6 years older than me) went to see him often and sometimes would bring him in to visit Mom. They enjoyed those visits so much and I know Mother feels a great loss.
Johnny was a great story teller, a true Irishman. I remember at one of the fish boil fundraisers, Johnny was talking to Fr. Robinson who was a pastor at Our Lady of the Angels. He told him that Fr. Mike was going to be back in the U. S. for six months that year to get some schooling. Then he proceeded to tell Fr. Robinson what he was studying. He said that since there was talk of allowing married priests, "Mike was coming home to take some classes to learn how to live with a woman."
Fr. Robinson's face was worth a million dollars and he couldn't believe that he fell for it.
A prayer for a fine Irish Gentleman please.
Love
Mary
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