Friday, November 27, 2015
After Mass we drove down to Hillsboro to be with the Oregon branches of the family. The traffic was terrible and dreadful. We crawled all the way from Tacoma to Olynpia. Then it took another two hours to get to Centralia because of an accident. The sun was slanting in our eyes, people were pulling over with overheated cars. After five hours in the car we finally arrived.
Dinner was lovely. Matt cooked and carved the turkey and Becky made all kinds of gluten and dairy free offerings.
Cash didn't like the electric carving knife.
After dinner our uncle Terry, who is a musician in Portland, played a few songs. It was awesome.
Aunties got to spend some quality time with Cash, though not nearly as much as they were hoping because of the %#*@$?! traffic.
He is such a cutie. Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving with your travel and family time in better proportions.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Today is grandma's 92nd birthday! We went out to West Seattle for her party.
Mom brought cake and ice cream.
There wasn't nearly enough room for all the candles. In fact, the last time grandma had an accurate number of candles on her cake was at her 80th.
Happy birthday, grandma!
Sunday, November 22, 2015
On Saturday I raked about a million leaves. Only two million more to go.
I happened to see a lot of street art. Downtown...
On the way to the Cathedral...
In South Lake Union...
We went to brunch in celebration of Laura's baptism and somehow I only got a picture of my coffee cup.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
This post got out of order. After the College, I went out to High Cliff State Park to see some amazing Native American burial mounds.
The mounds are called "effigy mounds" because they are formed in various shapes, including panthers, buffalo, etc. They are hard to see in the photos because the whole forest was buried in leaves.
A beautiful Wisconsin day.
I stopped in Stockbridge, Wisconsin for lunch. The only restaurant that was open was a tavern full of veterans, all drinking lime sodas. They simply couldn't believe I had come all the way from Seattle and stopped for lunch in Stockbridge. "If you want to see something special," one of them said, "go to the viewpoint about a mile down the road after the next town." He gave some complicated directions. "It's the only place in the state where you can see from end to end of Lake Winnebago. Why, you can see all the way from Fond du Lac to Appleton from there."
The other veteran asked if I was a Seahawks fan. I said no, not really. He started talking about the Packers and I said I had even seen a tombstone with the Packers' logo on it. He said he went to a funeral for a woman who was buried in a Packers casket wearing all her Packers gear. They even invited someone from the Packers to come to the funeral but no one did.
I hate to think how many lips have been ripped by this tackle.
St Norbert's College is the only Norbertine college in the world. I stopped by to see the shrine of St Joseph people kept mentioning. The statue was at the college and then moved to the Abbey, and now, as of last month, is back at the college in a shiny new shrine.
Old St Joseph is the college chapel as well as a parish church. An interesting renovation.
The old windows are hung in front of new clear glass. A little odd but it worked.
In the lobby, you could leave your prayers to St Joseph in an old carpenter's tool box. Pretty neat.
The grand main building at the College.
I stopped by St Norbert's to see it again by daylight. The windows are amazing. The organist was there and explained that the artist filled them with detail so that the monks could live with them for decades and still find new details.
The front doors:
The Blessed Sacrament Chapel:
Above the main doors, Christ and St Norbert:
The latest addition is a statue of St Norbert, newly carved in Oberammergau. The story goes that while St Norbert was celebrating Mass a spider crawled into the chalice. Norbert drank the wine and the spider and was miraculously unharmed.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Mary instructed the visionary to teach the children of rural Wisconsin their catechism. This was a challenge for Adele Brise, who was illiterate, but eventually she succeeded in building a school (now a café and gift shop).
All over this part of Wisconsin there are these little roadside shrines, built by the Belgian immigrants. I really want one for our backyard.
St Francis' wolf of Gubbio with a pumpkin. Not something you see every day.
The grave of Adele Brise.