Holy Mary, I beg of you to assist me in avoiding the act of adding to the wounds of your Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Guide my hands to do God’s work. Direct my thoughts to bring glory to God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. Help me to see Christ in the faces of whomever I meet, whether at my own door, at church, or in the check-out lines or in traffic. Keep my mind ever aware of the gifts for which God has provided me and to give thanks at all times. Help me to enter into this Triduum- Mass of the Last Supper,
Good Friday of the Lord’s Passion and Mass of the Resurrection of the Lord- with sincerity and deep love in my heart, true piety and faithful attention to all that occurs at your Son’s altar. I ask all of this by your intercession to Your Son, Christ our Lord. Amen.
Norma, June 6, 1940 wonders of wonders, a babe's studio portrait by her great-uncle My family was fortunate to have an uncle who owned a photography studio. Consequently, this portrait of me was shot by this same uncle, named Barney H. Kern. Of course, it was not shot with color film, since it was taken in the year of my birth, 1940. I do not know the process how the coloring was done, but I know that it was hand-colored after the film was developed. Perhaps you noticed that his logo was also hand written. sharing with ABC Wednesday hosted this week by Joy
Easter 1965 at My Parents' Home By this time, my maternal grandmother had come to live with my parents. Standing beside her is a much younger cousin of mine. This photo sparks warm memories of my parents’ open door policy of welcoming family members who were in need of a stopping place due to life’s circumstances whether it be financial or health. My grandmother’s age was 71. Now, at this time of my life, I am three years older than she was. sharing with Jane's Vintage Weekly #99