Friday, September 6, 20190213In the mid 1940s, my father purchased a small house in Tyler for his family before he cast off to the Norfolk Naval Yard to join the crew of the AKA 97, an attack cargo landing craft. He was to be involved in WWII by being in the huge flotilla of ships in the Pacific Ocean, preparing to land troops in Japan. But a typhoon delayed the...
Thursday, March 28, 20190149Lent is just now building up steam and it is Spring already! Blossoms are abundant on the trees around our area which used to be called Fruitdale. The name was inspired by the many Czech families who settled in the southern part of Dallas county in order to be close to their new jobs and also close to Sunday dinner with their mothers...
Wednesday, October 31, 20180112I was sitting in the waiting area of Lambert Air Field in St. Louis Oct. 27. The plane from Pittsburgh was unloading a chattering group of travelers at Gate 16. The television monitor in the area suddenly began to announce that a terrible shooting had taken place at the Tree of Life Synagogue in that departure city.
Thursday, October 18, 2018097Recently, I had a “throwback” day in my memory bank as the curch celebrated the feast day of St. John XXIII. It was also a day when our Salvadoran community was gearing up to welcome their beloved Archbishop Oscar Romero to the ranks of recognized saints.
Monday, September 24, 2018079It was the first day of faith formation and things were slowly developing at Holy Cross Parish, Inc. The sun was peeking over the eastern horizon, where far away a hurricane was pounding the Carolina shore and rains were pouring down.
Friday, July 20, 2018061June was full of immigration news. Pope Francis asked his universal flock to be a welcoming and loving community in support of those who were fleeing from violence and harm. Our American bishops had just answered that call by reminding each Catholic that they should be aware of all opportunities to assist those in need.
Wednesday, May 9, 2018099Recently, I was checking out my garden in back of the Holy Cross rectory and I was pondering what purpose it served. It was not beautiful nor was it bounteous in produce, but it had a multitude of goodies stuffed into every corner.