Goodbye August

August 31, 1955

Dear Diary 

Today marks the last day of August, and I couldn’t help but reflect on how swiftly time passes. The air was a bit crisper this morning as Mini and I walked down the familiar gravel road to Church. Mini trotted happily beside me, her little bottom wiggling with each step. The sound of the gravel crunching beneath our feet mixed with the soft rustling of the leaves, hinting that autumn is just around the corner. I repeated a prayer from my Irish Prayer book, "O Mary of Grace and Mother of God, May I tread in the paths that the righteous have trod!" and felt a deep sense of peace.

Today's Gospel reading from Matthew 25:14-30 spoke to my heart. It was the parable of the talents, a story that reminds us to use the gifts God has entrusted to us wisely and to not let fear hold us back. I couldn't help but think of my own talents and how I might better use them to serve others and glorify God. The Lord expects us to be faithful in small matters so that He can trust us with greater responsibilities.

After Mass, Mini was in her usual cheerful mood, eagerly greeting everyone with her bright eyes and wagging bottom. She brought smiles to all who passed by, and I could see how much joy she brings to others. Together, we lingered for a while, chatting with the parishioners. Mini seemed to enjoy every moment, her tail-less wiggles always making the children giggle.

As the day comes to a close, I am grateful for the simple joys that have filled my days—gathering eggs for the Breakfast Club, spending time with my beloved brown hen, and sharing these precious moments with Sister Mary Claire and Mini. I look forward to what September will bring, and I pray that I will continue to walk faithfully in the path the Lord has laid before me.

O Mary of Grace, continue to guide my steps, and may I always use the talents given to me for His glory.

Amen.

Ten Virgins

August 30, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning's walk was refreshing, with the cool, damp air clinging to my cheeks as Sister Mary Claire and I made our way to St. Mary's. The early morning mist wrapped around us like a soft veil, and I found myself thanking God for such a peaceful start to the day.

Once again, we were the greeters at Mass, standing at the entrance with smiles as we handed out the Gospel readings. Mini stayed home today, resting, but I carried her in my heart as I greeted each parishioner with warmth and love. Father LeRoy’s homily touched my soul deeply. He preached on the Gospel according to Matthew 25:1-13, the parable of the ten virgins. His words reminded us of the importance of being always prepared, keeping our lamps filled with the oil of faith and good works, so that we may be ready when the Lord comes. His message felt like a gentle nudge to keep my own faith steadfast and my heart open.

After Holy Mass, Sister Mary Claire and I decided to walk a bit further and have breakfast at the Breakfast Club. The town was just waking up, with a few farmers already gathered, sipping their coffee and sharing stories. We both ordered soft easy over eggs, a slice of bacon, and one pancake each with real butter and maple syrup. The meal was simple but so delicious, especially with the company of the friendly locals.

In the afternoon, I stopped by the cave, seeking a quiet moment in John Hathaway's room. I picked up one of his books, a collection of short stories. One story in particular caught my attention; it was filled with wisdom and a deep sense of peace. I found myself thinking that the book would be a wonderful addition to the Little Library and I plan to add it soon. 

Evening Prayer:

O Lord, as the day draws to a close, I offer You my gratitude for the blessings You have bestowed upon me. Thank You for the cool morning air, the beauty of the Gospel, and the nourishment of food and faith. May I always keep my lamp burning bright with love and devotion, ready to welcome You at any hour. Bless my family, Sister Mary Claire, and all those I hold dear. Keep Mini safe and peaceful through the night. Grant me rest, O Lord, and may my dreams be filled with Your light. Amen.

With love and peace in my heart,

Kathy

The Touch of Fall

August 29, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, the coolness of the early autumn air greeted us as we walked to church. The gravel road crunched beneath our feet, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of leaves to fall with the first frost. There’s something so comforting about the first hints of autumn—it’s like the earth is preparing to rest, just as we are called to find our own peace.

Sister Mary Claire walked beside me, her habit swaying lightly with each step, and Mini trotted along, her little bottom wiggling in excitement. As we reached the church, the air seemed crisper, almost sacred, in the morning light. We stood by the entrance, and as the parishioners arrived, Mini and I handed out the Gospel readings. Her presence, as always, brought smiles and warm greetings, especially from the children.

Father LeRoy’s homily today was poignant, based on the Gospel according to Mark 6:17-29. He spoke of the courage of St. John the Baptist, who stood firm in his faith despite the threat of death. Father reminded us that, like St. John, we are called to stand up for the truth, even when it is difficult or unpopular. His words made me think about the importance of holding fast to our beliefs, especially as the world around us grows colder, both in season and sometimes in spirit.

After Mass, the afternoon was spent preparing for the cooler evenings to come. Sister Mary Claire and I walked through the woods, picking up fallen sticks, our breaths visible in the crisp air. This time, we brought the sticks back and began cutting them into kindling for the stove. The rhythmic sound of the axe meeting wood was soothing, a reminder of the simple, honest work that fills our days.

As the day came to a close, I found myself in the prayer wagon, the last light of the setting sun casting a golden hue through the small window. I whispered a prayer of gratitude for the day, for the changing seasons, and for the blessings that fill my life.

O Lord, thank you for the beauty of this day, for the cool breeze and the warmth of love. Help me to stand firm in my faith, as St. John the Baptist did, and guide me through the changing seasons with grace and strength. Amen.

With that, I closed my eyes, feeling the peace of the day settle within me, ready to embrace whatever tomorrow may bring.

Goodnight, dear Diary.
Kathy

Teach us to Pray

 
August 28, 1955


Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I walked to church with Mini trotting happily alongside us. Father LeRoy gave a lovely homily today. He shared with us a simple yet profound prayer that is close to his heart: "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, teach us to pray." He spoke about the importance of keeping prayer close to our hearts throughout the day, sending little "ejaculation" prayers—like arrows into heaven—full of love and devotion. He encouraged us to let our thoughts become prayers, to offer each good intention and every little act to Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. His words have stayed with me, reminding me that prayer doesn’t have to be grand; it can be as simple as a heartfelt whisper.

Mini was her usual charming self in church, greeting each person as if they were the only soul in the world. She has such a sweet way of making everyone feel special, giving them her full attention before moving on to the next. It's as though she has a little mission of her own, to spread joy to every parishioner one wag at a time. I can’t help but admire her for that.

However, I’ve been a bit upset with myself today. I realized that I had published the Gospel reading for today yesterday as well. I wonder what everyone thinks of that mistake. No one said a word, of course; they were all too polite. But it bothers me, and I hope it didn’t cause any confusion or frustration for anyone.

In the afternoon, Sister Mary Claire and I finished planting our fall garden. We gave everything a good sprinkle of water, making sure our little seeds and seedlings were well cared for. It felt satisfying to complete the planting, knowing that we’ve done our part and now it’s up to God to bring the growth.

Shaggy Coat was busy with the sticks we had gathered earlier. I had put all the sticks I picked up in the yard in a neat pile by the creek for him. He wasted no time, working diligently as if he knew exactly what to do with them. Watching him work reminded me of how we all have our roles to play in God’s creation, no matter how small or big they may seem.

As the day comes to a close, I turn my thoughts to prayer.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, teach us to pray. Guide our hearts to stay close to you in every moment, and help us to see the beauty in offering our thoughts and actions as little prayers to you. Be with Sister Mary Claire and me as we continue our journey, always seeking to grow closer to you. Amen.

Until tomorrow, dear Diary.

With love,
Kathy

 

Picking up Sticks

 
August 27, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was another blessed day at St. Mary's. Sister Mary Claire and I walked together along the gravel road, with Mini happily trotting beside us. The cool morning breeze carried the scent of the changing seasons, reminding me that autumn is just around the corner. As we approached the church, I felt a deep sense of peace and anticipation, ready to spend time in prayer and reflection.

Mini was her usual cheerful self, greeting everyone at the door with enthusiastic wags as Sister Mary Claire and I handed out the daily gospel reading. Today's passage was from the Gospel of Matthew:

"Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. You pay tithes of mint and dill and cummin, and have neglected the weightier things of the law: judgment and mercy and fidelity. But these you should have done, without neglecting the others. Blind guides, who strain out the gnat and swallow the camel! Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. You cleanse the outside of cup and dish, but inside they are full of plunder and self-indulgence. Blind Pharisee, cleanse first the inside of the cup, so that the outside also may be clean." (Matthew 23:23-26)

Father LeRoy’s homily today was especially powerful. He shared a story about a wealthy merchant named Samuel who prided himself on his outward piety. Samuel was diligent in following all the rituals and laws, tithing meticulously, and ensuring that his public appearance was always impeccable. His fine clothes and spotless home made him a model of success and devotion in the eyes of his community.

However, despite his outward show of righteousness, Samuel’s heart was full of greed and judgment. He was quick to condemn others for their failings, yet he neglected the more important aspects of the law—justice, mercy, and faithfulness. Inside, Samuel’s soul was like a cup that looked clean on the outside but was filled with bitterness and self-indulgence.

Father explained that Jesus’ words to the Pharisees in today’s Gospel remind us that true holiness begins in the heart. It is not enough to perform our duties and keep up appearances if our hearts are not aligned with God’s will. We are called to cleanse our hearts first, to focus on the weightier matters of the law: judgment, mercy, and fidelity. Only when our hearts are pure can our actions truly reflect the love and righteousness that Jesus teaches us.

The homily made me think deeply about my own life, and how important it is to nurture a heart full of love, mercy, and faith, rather than just focusing on outward appearances.

After Mass, the day was filled with the familiar rhythm of farm work. Sister Mary Claire and I spent the afternoon planting our fall garden, carefully sowing seeds in the cool earth. There is something so satisfying about preparing the soil and planting, knowing that with patience and care, the seeds will grow into something beautiful and nourishing.

Later, I took on the task of picking up sticks around the property, tidying up before the leaves begin to fall. As I worked, I noticed Shaggycoat by the stream, watching me with his curious eyes. It seems he had spotted me gathering sticks and decided to join in. Before long, he was busy dragging the branches back to his dam, reinforcing his little home. I couldn’t help but smile at his dedication and how he always seems to show up when there’s work to be done. His company made the task lighter and filled my heart with warmth.

As the sun began to set, Sister Mary Claire and I retired to the prayer wagon. The soft glow of the lantern cast a warm light over the wooden walls as we knelt together to offer our prayers.

"O Mary of Grace and Mother of God, thank you for reminding us to look within and cleanse our hearts of anything that does not align with your will. Help us to focus on the weightier matters of judgment, mercy, and faithfulness, so that our lives may truly reflect the love and righteousness of your Son, Jesus Christ. Amen."

With that, we ended our day in peace, feeling the gentle embrace of God's presence and the quiet satisfaction of a day well spent.

With love, Kathy

The Price of Eggs

August 26, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was another beautiful day, full of little moments that made me smile. This morning at St. Mary’s, I helped hand out the Gospel readings again, and Mini was right by my side, greeting all the parishioners with her happy little wags. Everyone seemed to enjoy the Gospel passage, though it was a bit strong in its message. Father LeRoy gave a simple homily today. He focused on just one part of the reading, where Jesus talks about the importance of truly guiding people toward God and not getting caught up in unimportant things. Father reminded us that what matters most is helping others understand God's love, and that’s something we all can do, even in small ways.

After Mass, I took care of the chickens. I put fresh straw in the nests, and my brown hen seemed especially pleased. The eggs are getting bigger now, which is wonderful, but it also means I might need to raise the price a little. I hope The Four Cousins Breakfast Club (now a partnership between Sasha, Max, Hayden and Caleb) won't mind a penny or two more. It’s just that the price of oats has gone up too, so I need to make sure everything balances out.

This evening, Sister Mary Claire and I spent some peaceful time in the prayer wagon with Mini. There’s something so calming about the three of us being together in that quiet space. Mini always seems so content, and her happiness makes my heart feel light.

Dear Jesus, thank You for all the blessings of this day. Thank You for the chance to help out at church and for the warmth of Mini’s love. Please watch over the chickens and bless the work of my hands, especially as I make decisions about the eggs. Help me to always act with kindness and fairness. Keep Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and me safe through the night. May Your peace fill our hearts as we rest, and may we wake tomorrow ready to serve You again.

Amen.

With love, Kathy

The Real Presence

Dear Diary,
 
This morning was nothing short of wonderful. As I walked to St. Mary's with Sister Mary Claire and Mini, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy welling up inside me. Mini, of course, was her usual bundle of energy, and it was as if she was participating in a popularity contest, the way she wiggled up to greet everyone arriving at the church. It’s truly amazing how much love and warmth that little corgi brings to our parish family. She’s becoming quite the little celebrity with her charming ways!

Inside the church, I had the honor of handing out the Gospel readings today. As I looked into the eyes of each parishioner, I could see the anticipation, the quiet reverence for the Word of God. It was a humbling experience, knowing that these words carry the weight of truth and hope.

Father Leroy's sermon today was powerful, touching on the very essence of our faith. He spoke about the closing of Jesus' discourse in the sixth chapter of John, where our Lord presented the teaching on the Real Presence in the Eucharist. Father Leroy reminded us that the Eucharist is the standing or falling point of Christianity. Jesus' question to the Twelve, “Do you also want to leave over this teaching?” echoed through the church, as he posed it to each one of us. Do we reject it, or do we accept it? It’s a question that challenges us to the core, demanding our true commitment to the faith. I could see in the eyes of everyone around that this was a moment of deep reflection, and I felt a renewed sense of purpose and conviction in my heart.

After the homily, the church was filled with a profound sense of reverence as we moved into the Liturgy of the Eucharist. Watching Sister Mary Claire pass out Holy Communion with such grace and devotion was a moment of pure holiness. It felt as though the whole church was united in that sacred act, truly accepting the gift of the Eucharist.

The afternoon was wonderfully quiet. I spent some time in the cave, where I took a nap and listened to Bishop Robert Barron on my transistor radio. His homily, like Father Leroy's, focused on the same gospel reading—how amazing it is to know that every Catholic Church around the world is in sync, hearing the same words and sharing in the same reflection! Bishop Barron’s words were comforting, reinforcing the truth of Jesus’ teaching and the beauty of our shared faith.

As the day came to a close, Sister Mary Claire and I settled into the prayer wagon to watch an old episode of Death Valley Days. We’ve gotten quite addicted to this program! Each episode tells stories from the American Old West, filled with tales of adventure, hardship, and triumph. The narrator, known as the “Old Ranger,” adds a touch of wisdom and humor to each tale. It’s a good way to end the day, with stories that remind us of the resilience of the human spirit.

And so, the day ends, with Mini curled up beside me, Sister Mary Claire offering a final prayer, and the peace of the evening settling over our little sanctuary. I feel blessed, content, and ready for whatever tomorrow may bring.

O Mary of Grace and Mother of God, may I tread in the paths that the righteous have trod!

Goodnight, dear diary.

Love,
Kathy

 

Love the Lord - and your Neighbor

Dear Diary,

This morning, Mini, Sister Mary Claire, and I walked to Church early, eager to greet everyone and hand out the Gospel readings. A lovely lady told me she keeps every reading in her daily notebook, which warmed my heart.

Father Leroy’s homily was especially moving today. He shared a story from the early days of Littlemore, shortly after the railroad dropped off lumber for the town’s construction. A woman named Margaret O'Connor lived in a small cabin her late husband had finished just a year before a terrible blizzard hit. The town hadn’t yet started building, so a few settlers living in makeshift tents were left without warm shelter. Margaret opened her cabin to everyone who needed shelter, and twelve folks came. Thankfully, her husband had built a spacious loft in the cabin, just large enough for everyone to sleep. With food from the root cellar and warm blankets from the cedar chest, Margaret kept everyone safe, cozy, and happy throughout the storm.

Father Leroy used this story to remind us that true love for God naturally extends to our neighbors. Margaret’s act of love and hospitality reflected the Gospel’s message, showing how one person’s kindness can bless many.

Later, in the prayer wagon, Sister Mary Claire and I said our evening prayers. But Mini, full of energy, wouldn’t let me get too comfortable until we played ball. I tossed it, and she caught it mid-air every time, her little bottom wiggling with excitement. After she finally settled down, I offered a short evening prayer:

"Lord, as the day ends and night begins, may your peace rest upon us. Guide our dreams, shelter our hearts, and fill our souls with your love." Amen.

Love and Devotion, Kathy

The Wedding Banquet

August 22, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning's walk to church was especially peaceful. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the freshly graded gravel road. The grader man had been by after the rainstorm last week, and I noticed how he had filled an eroded gully with red rock from a nearby quarry. It’s amazing how he smoothed everything over with fresh gravel, making the road safe and easy to walk on again. Sister Mary Claire and I walked side by side, our footsteps in sync, and Mini trotted along happily, her little bottom wagging with each step.

Father Leroy's homily today was based on the Gospel according to Matthew 22:1-14, where Jesus tells the parable of the wedding banquet. As we sat in the pew, listening intently, my mind began to wander as I imagined myself at the wedding feast.

In my mind's eye, I could see a grand banquet hall, lit by golden chandeliers, with tables adorned with the finest linens and the most beautiful flowers. I was standing outside, looking through a large, arched window. The scene inside was breathtaking—guests dressed in their finest attire, laughter and joy filling the air as they shared in the celebration. For a moment, I felt a pang of uncertainty, wondering if I was truly ready and worthy to join them.

But then, I saw my reflection in the glass. I was dressed in a simple yet elegant gown, my hair neatly braided, and my face glowing with a sense of peace and readiness. I realized that I was not just an observer; I was invited, and I was ready to walk through those grand doors. The thought filled me with such a deep sense of belonging and joy. I knew that the invitation had been extended to me, and I was worthy to accept it.

As the vision faded, I returned to the present moment in the church, still hearing Father Leroy’s voice reminding us all to be ready, to live our lives in a way that reflects our worthiness to join the feast in Heaven. The homily took on a deeper meaning for me, knowing that I must not only be ready but also confident in the love and grace that make me worthy to attend.

On the walk home, I couldn’t help but share this with Sister Mary Claire. She smiled gently and reminded me that our journey in life is much like the walk we had just taken—sometimes the road needs repair, but with faith and effort, we can make it ready for the next step. As we walked over the freshly graded road, I felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that I was on the right path.

When we arrived home, Mini curled up for a nap, still tired from the walk, while I went to the chicken coop to gather eggs. The hens were clucking softly, and I managed to collect a basket full of big, brown eggs for the Breakfast Club Café in town. I couldn’t help but think of the parable again, realizing that even in these simple tasks, I am called to be a good steward of the gifts I’ve been given.

Delivering the eggs to the Breakfast Club Café was a joy, as always. The customers were already seated, enjoying their morning coffee and conversations, and I felt a warmth in my heart knowing that these eggs would contribute to their happiness. The café is such a cozy place, filled with the scent of fresh bread and the sound of friendly chatter. It's like a little piece of Heaven on Earth, where everyone is welcome, just as the King welcomed all to the banquet in the parable.

As the day winds down and the farm settles into the quiet of evening, I take a moment to offer up a prayer:

Dear Lord, thank You for the blessings of this day—for the smooth road beneath my feet, the guidance of Sister Mary Claire, the joy of Mini’s company, and the simple task of gathering eggs for the Breakfast Club Café. Help me to remain always ready to accept Your invitation and to live my life in a way that is pleasing to You. May I walk faithfully on the path You have laid before me, and may my heart be ever open to Your call. Amen.

With love and grace,

Kathy

The Vineyard

Dear Diary,

This morning, Mini and I walked to church along the west road. The rain had left the road in need of grading, but thankfully, there was no hail to harm the corn. Mini carried her squeaky ball the entire way, occasionally dropping it for me to toss.

When we arrived, Mini went straight to her water dish, which Father LeRoy always fills. Inside, Sister Mary Claire greeted the congregation, handing out the Gospel readings with her warm smile. It was comforting to see her welcoming everyone with such care.

During Mass, Father LeRoy’s homily focused on the parable of the laborers in the vineyard. He reminded us that God’s generosity surpasses our understanding of fairness, and it’s not about how much we do, but about the grace we receive. As I walked home, I kept reflecting on this, realizing how often I compare myself to others. Father’s words were a reminder to trust in God’s love and to be grateful for His grace.

As the day ends, I offer this prayer:

“Dear Lord,
Thank You for the rain that nourishes the earth and for the lessons You teach me each day. Help me to trust in Your boundless grace and to walk humbly in Your love. May I always greet each day with a grateful heart, knowing that Your generosity knows no bounds.

Amen.”

With love and prayer,
Kathy

Thunder and Lightning - Oh My

  

Click on Sound Bar for the Iowa Thunder Storm.

Dear Diary,

This morning was especially quiet, the kind of stillness that makes you feel like you're the only one awake. As I walked to church, the world seemed wrapped in a blanket of peace, with just the soft crunch of gravel under my feet to break the silence. The air was cool, hinting at the change of seasons. As I walked, a verse came to mind, one that seems to have taken root in my heart lately:

"Silently practice every good,
Silently love your God,
Silently do the work you should,
While life’s path is humbly trod."

These words guided my thoughts, reminding me to focus on the quiet, steady work of living faithfully, even when no one is watching.

Sister Mary Claire had left early this morning, eager to get to St. Mary’s ahead of the rest of us. She wanted to pass out the Gospel readings and make sure everything was in order before the parishioners arrived. When I got there, she was already in place, greeting everyone with her warm smile and handing out the readings with such care. It’s a small act, but one that sets the tone for the entire service.

Father LeRoy’s sermon was particularly powerful today. He preached on the Gospel according to Matthew 19:23-30, where Jesus tells us how difficult it is for the rich to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, comparing it to a camel passing through the eye of a needle. Father emphasized that true wealth lies not in material possessions but in our relationship with God and the love we show to others. His words made me think about the importance of humility and how God values the quiet, selfless acts we perform every day. He reminded us that in God’s kingdom, the first shall be last and the last shall be first, teaching us to walk our path humbly, just as the verse I reflected on this morning had said.

The day passed peacefully, and as evening approached, I noticed the sky growing dark with storm clouds. The distant rumble of thunder began to roll in, a reminder of the power and majesty of God’s creation. There’s something comforting about the sound of a storm, especially when you’re safe inside, knowing that God is watching over everything.

Before bed, I took a moment to say my evening prayer. The thunder outside was growing louder, but it only seemed to deepen the peace I felt as I prayed:

"Dear Lord,

 
Thank You for the gift of this day and for the gentle reminders of Your presence in my life. Help me to live humbly, walking the path You have set before me with faith and trust. May I always remember to practice every good silently, to love You with all my heart, and to do the work You have called me to, even when it goes unnoticed by others. As the storm approaches, I ask for Your protection over all who may be vulnerable tonight. Guide us safely through the night and grant us the grace to wake tomorrow, ready to serve You anew.

Amen."

With the storm outside and peace within, I feel ready for a restful night, trusting in God’s care.

With love and prayer,
Kathy

August 19, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning was one of those serene, golden mornings when the world seems aglow with the light of God's grace. Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I walked to St. Mary's down the gravel road. The ears of corn in the fields along the way hung heavy, full of promise for the harvest yet to come. As we walked, I whispered my favorite prayer over and over, filling my heart with its hopeful plea: "O Mary of Grace and Mother of God, May I tread in the paths that the righteous have trod!"

Father Leroy's homily today touched on the Gospel according to Matthew 19:16-22, where a young man learns that eternal life requires more than just following commandments; it requires a heart willing to give up worldly riches. Father Leroy spoke eloquently about the challenge of true sacrifice and the beauty of complete trust in God, urging us to consider what we are each called to give up in order to follow Jesus more closely.

The homily left a deep impression on me, stirring thoughts about what I hold onto too tightly and what I might need to let go of to fully embrace God's will.

As the day closes and I write to you, my dear diary, the stillness of the evening wraps around me like a comforting shawl. It's a moment for reflection, for prayer, and for gratitude.

Heavenly Father, as the sun sets on another day, I thank You for the lessons learned and the peace found in walking Your paths. Help me to recognize the riches that truly matter and grant me the courage to let go of those that keep me from Your kingdom. May my heart always be aligned with Yours, and my actions reflect Your love and mercy. Amen.

Goodnight, dear diary.

With love, Kathy

Camp Littlemore

Sunday Sermon

Dear Diary,

This morning began with the soft patter of rain against the window, a gentle reminder that the earth needed a drink after so many days of sunshine. The sky was heavy with dark clouds, and the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and fresh rain. Sister Mary Claire and I grabbed our umbrellas before heading out, knowing that the walk to Church would be a damp one.

As we made our way along the gravel road, the rain fell steadily, a soothing rhythm that seemed to quiet the world around us. Mini trotted alongside us, her little paws splashing through the puddles that had already begun to form. The rain dripped from the edges of our umbrellas, creating tiny ripples in the puddles as we walked. There was something comforting about the rain—how it softened the edges of the landscape and made everything seem a bit closer, a bit cozier.

At Mass, the Gospel reading touched my heart deeply, especially as I listened to it with the sound of rain tapping softly on the roof of the Church. It was a reminder of God’s constant presence, even in the small, quiet moments of our lives.

On the way back, I found myself thinking about our little unincorporated community, now proudly adopting the name Littlemore. It feels right, somehow—this name that ties us all together. I suppose that’s why Tom and Judy chose Camp Littlemore as the name for the farm. It’s a name that carries the spirit of our community, a place where we all belong, no matter how big or small our part may be.

Mini seems to approve of the name too, even in the rain. Her ears perked up when I mentioned it to her, and I can imagine Shaggycoat nodding in agreement as well. The only one who might need convincing is My Brown Hen, who eyed the rain with suspicion this morning. Camp Littlemore might sound a bit too wild for her tastes, but I think she’ll come around in time.

The day ended with the rain tapering off, leaving the world refreshed and renewed. As I settled down in the prayer wagon, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of peace. The rain had washed away the dust, leaving everything clean and quiet. I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer:

"Dear Lord, thank You for the gift of rain and for the quiet moments it brings. Help me to carry the peace of today into tomorrow. Bless Mini, Shaggycoat, my brown hen, and all those who are part of our Littlemore community. May Camp Littlemore be a place of love, faith, and belonging. Amen."

Goodnight, dear Diary.

With love, Kathy

Dear Diary

 
August 17, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I settled into the prayer wagon with Mini, and she read "Charlie Maloney" by Father Leonard Feeney to me. The story of the charming salesman, Charlie, who chats with a priest on a train, was filled with humor and heartfelt reflections on life and faith. It made me think about the joy that comes from cherishing family and the simple moments in life. I am sharing the story with you dear Diary so as always to remember it.

Charlie Maloney

Fish on Friday

Father Leonard Feeney

1934

It was in the smoking car of a fast express going from Boston to New York. The first thing I do when I get on a train is to recite my Breviary. Then I go at once to the smoking car. And there always seems to be somebody there who has been waiting for me to come.

"How d'ye do, Father? You're a Catholic priest, aren't you? ... I thought so. ... Oh, I dunno. ... I can tell you priests by just lookin' at you. ... Oh, I dunno. ... I just size you up for a minute or two and then I say, 'There's a priest!' or else, 'There ain't one!' ... Oh, I dunno. ... It's like lookin' at an automobile. I say, 'There's a Packard, or a Buick, or a Rolls-Royce!' It's the same way when I see a priest. ... These Episcopalian ministers with their Roman collars don't fool me. ...
"My name is Charlie Maloney, Father. I come from Schenectady, New York. I'm a traveling salesman. I'm on the road selling gelatine. I work for the Cosmopolitan Gelatine Company. ... There's one of my cards, see? 'Cosmopolitan Gelatine Company; Representative: Charles J. Maloney!' ... That's yours truly. ...

"Of course, we're not exactly cosmopolitan. ... As a matter of fact, we're only in two states, New York and Massachusetts. But Cosmopolitan sounds big. Makes it sound like a big league company, see? ... And that goes big with the customers. Sounds like International Harvester, or Standard Oil, or League of Nations; see what I mean? ... Big stuff! See what I mean? ...

'What do they use gelatine for? ... Who? ... You mean the public? ... What do they use gelatine for? ... Say, what are you tryin' to do, Father—kid me? ... What do they use gelatine for? ... Wow! That's a good one. Why, did you know one eighteenth of the food you eat is made of gelatine? ... You didn't know that? Of course it is! Certainly! Pies, cakes, jellies, soups, desserts, ice cream. Didn't you know there was any gelatine in ice cream? ... Why of course! Didn't you know that the gelatine industry is the ninety-seventh largest industry in the United States? ... Why certainly! Gelatine is a basic product like wheat and corn and sugar. ... You didn't know, did you, that if the country stopped producin' gelatine New York'd go bankrupt tomorrow? ... Well, it would! Why, just think of all the bakeries closin' and all the ice cream parlors! Why, there'd be a famine! ... What do they use gelatine for? Gee, that's a good one! ... Of course, I'm not blamin' you, Father. That's not your business. Gelatine after all isn’t your business. Your business is 'Dominus Vobiscum, et cetera,' isn’t it? ... But naturally it sounds kinds of funny to me bein’ in the business myself to hear anybody ask me, ‘What do they use gelatine for?’

"Sure I’m married. I got four kids. ... Just a minute and I’ll show you a picture of my family! ... There you are! There’s the whole gang! ... That’s my wife, Ella! ... That’s my oldest daughter, Eleanor! ... Then there’s Margaret and Alice! ... And finally the baby, Charles, Jr., named after his old man!

"My wife’s a wonderful woman! ... A wonderful woman and a wonderful Catholic! ... Yes sir, she’s right there with the goods when it comes to religion! She belongs to the Married Ladies’ Sodality and the League of the Sacred Heart and about everything else that we have at the church up home. ... And talk about prayers! I never saw anybody say so many prayers as she does. She keeps prayin’ all the time. And of course she keeps prayin’ like the deuce for me so that I won’t go off the handle when I’m on the road. ... A couple of weeks ago we had a Mission in our parish and one night the priest gave a sermon on the General Judgment an’ my wife comes home after the sermon and she says to me: ‘Charlie, on the Last Day which are you goin’ to be, one of the sheep or one of the goats? ... An’ I said: ‘Well, which one am I supposed to be? Which one gets saved?’ ... She couldn’t remember which one gets saved, only she thought it wasn’t the goats. ... Which one does get saved, Father? ... The sheep? ... Oh, I see! The sheep go up and the goats down, is that right? ... I must remember that!

"My wife worries about the funniest things. One of the things she’s worryin’ about now is because her name Ella ain’t a saint’s name. ... She said the priest who gave the Mission at our church said that all the Catholic girls ought to have saints’ names. And she can’t find no Saint Ella anywhere in her prayer-book. ... And I said, ‘Well, what’s the use of worryin’ now? I can’t take you down and get you baptized all over again, can I?’ And she says ‘No. But I wish I had a saint’s name just the same...’ And I says, ‘Well, what do you want me to do, start callin’ you Mary Magdalene?’ ... An’ she says, ‘No, I don’t want you to do that.’ ... ‘And besides,’ I says, ‘you got other names besides Ella. Look at all the other names you got: Ella, Margaret, Mary, Veronica Maloney! Every one of them’s a saint’s name except Ella!’ ... And she says, ‘Well, anyhow, I’m glad we named our little girl Eleanor instead of Ella. Because Eleanor is a real saint’s name...’

"And by the way, Father, I don’t like to talk about my daughter Eleanor, but between you and me she’s a wonder. She’s really a wonder. ... She’s nine years old and the Sister down at her school told me she’s the very brightest girl in her class, especially in Geography and Catechism. ... ‘Mr. Maloney,’ the Sister Superior said to me, ‘Mr. Maloney! Your daughter is the very brightest girl in her class, especially in two things, Geography and Catechism! ... Father, you ought to hear that kid recite her Geography! ... It’s simply uncanny! ... You can ask her where any place on the map is and she’ll tell you. North Dakota, South Dakota! Any place! ... Bays, rivers, mountains, capes, she’s got them all right on the tips of her fingers! ... Just imagine that an’ only nine years old, eh? And Catechism! Boy! ... You ought to hear her recite her Catechism! It’s simply uncanny! It’s marvelous! The answers she knows in her Catechism, it’s simply marvelous! ... When I come home at night she says to me, ‘Daddy, would you like to hear my Catechism lesson?’ And I say, ‘Why certainly! Give me the book!’ ... So I open the book and ask her the questions. ... Of course, I put up a bluff that I know some of the answers without the book, but between you an’ me, Father, I don’t think I’d be so very hot without the book in my hand. ... The other night I was askin’ her questions in Catechism an’ I says, ‘Of which should we take more care, our soul or our body?’ ‘Our soul,’ she says. Right off! Just like that! Not a moment’s hesitation! ... Why did you know, Father, she actually knows the names of all the Apostles? ... Think of that at nine years of age! ... Yes, sir! I said to her the other night, I says, ‘Eleanor, name the Apostles! Name the Apostles,’ I says. And right off she starts namin’ them. ... ‘Peter, Andrew, and so forth and so forth! ... ‘James, Joseph, and so forth, and so forth! ...’ She didn’t miss one Apostle out of the whole darn bunch, true as I’m tellin’ you!

"Wait a minute! I want you to look at the pictures of my other three kids. ... There’s Margaret! She’s seven. She’s next to Eleanor. Margaret’s a little bit delicate, I’m sorry to say. She’s got weak eyes, for one thing, and she has to wear glasses. But, boy! I’m the greatest thing that ever lived. She thinks I’m a big shot in every way; you know what I mean? ... My wife was very sick when Margaret was born and the doctor told her she had better not have any more babies because it wouldn’t be good for her health. ... So we just let that go right in one ear and out the other. ... And there’s the two other children we’ve had since the doctor told Ella to stop bein’ a mother! ... Nothin’ the matter with them, is there? ... That’s Alice sittin’ in my lap! She’s four. I call her ‘Sweetheart,’ because she’s a bit of a vamp. ... You know? Makin’ eyes at everybody?

"... And then there’s Charles Junior in his high-chair at the age of one and a half. ...

'My name is Charles Joseph but we called the baby Charles Bernard because my wife has a fourth cousin named Bernard that's a priest in Foreign Missions. He's in China tryin' to tell the natives about the Catholic Church. My wife thinks that's great, so she insisted on calling the baby Bernard for his middle name after her fourth cousin, the priest. ... As a matter of fact I don't believe this priest is a real relative of hers at all except distantly, but you know the way Catholics start in claimin' relationship with a fellow as soon as he becomes a priest. ... Of course Ella hopes Charles Bernard will be a priest too, I don't need to tell you that. ... Only I say to her, "Now listen! I don't want any undue influence brought to bear on him! There'll be nobody in the world prouder than me to have that kid a priest, but I want you to let him make up his own mind about it. If he wants to become a priest himself, all right. But let him choose for himself. The worst kind of a priest in the world is one whose mother got the vocation. ...' So of course I never say anything to the youngster about bein' a priest or anything like that. And I told Ella I wouldn't stand for any of this showing him holy pictures and sayin', 'And when little Charles gets to be a big man what's little Charles going to be?' I don't want any of that stuff! ... I..." "... want the kid to stand on his own feet. ... He'll be a year and a half old next Tuesday and I haven't mentioned the word priest to him once yet. ... And Ella wants to buy him a little altar to play with. And I says, 'You mean as a toy?' And she says, 'Yes, as a toy.' ... So I said, 'All right. You can get him a little altar to play with as a toy but don't start lightin' any candles on it or the kid'll get burned to death. ...'

"It'd be kind of funny, wouldn't it, Father, if he did grow up and become a priest? It'd be kind of funny, wouldn't it? ... I met a Bishop once! I shook hands with him, that is to say, I kissed his ring! ... Wouldn't it be funny if my kid grew up an' became a Bishop with a ring? ... It's possible, ain't it? ... 'The Right Reverend Charles Bernard Maloney, D.D.,' that's right, ain't it? ... Gee, wouldn't that be funny? ... Imagine that! ... And then all the folks in our town'd be sayin', 'Gosh, and his old man used to go around the country sellin' gelatine to Jew bakers!' ...

"By the way, do you see that fellow sittin' down at the end of the car ... smokin' a cigarette? ... Well, he's a great friend of mine. ... He's one of my pals. ... He's a hardware salesman. His name is Shmitty. His right name is Smith, but I call him Shmitty. ... He's one of my pals and a darn nice fellow. ... But he don't know beans about religion..." He ain't got no religion. ... If you ask him, 'Who made the world?', he don't know; see what I mean? ... He don't know! ... 'Search me!' says Shmitty if you ask him who made the world. ... He don't believe in anything. ... If you ask him, 'How many persons in God?' he's just as liable to say, 'Two'; see what I mean? ... He don't know what it's all about! ... I'd like to call him up here and have you give him a little talk on religion. Would you mind? ... I wish you would. It'll do him a lot of good. ... I'll just call him up here and introduce him and then you can give him the works. It'll do him a lot of good. ... Oh, no, he won't mind! ...

"Hey, Shmitty! ... Shmitty! ... Come up here. ... Come up here. I want to talk to you! ...

"Sit down, Shmitty! ... Father, this is my friend Shmitty! ... This is one of my pals. We travel around the country together. ... He sells hardware and I sell gelatine, but we're good friends just the same. ... Shmitty, this is a Catholic priest. You know, Catholic, just the same as me! ... And I want him to give you a little talk on religion. Because I think you need it. ... Now wait a minute, Shmitty! ... Listen, Shmitty! Wait a minute! ... Just a minute, please! ... Don't start talkin' that way! ... Give Father a chance to talk! ... Bible? ... Bible? ... What do you know about the Bible? ..."

"You don't know beans about the Bible; what are you tryin' to talk about the Bible for? ... Listen, Shmitty! ... Listen! ... Don't be talking to Father about the Bible! Why, Father knows the Bible upside down, inside out, don't you, Father? ... Why, Father knows the Bible in Latin, don't you, Father? ... He can read it in Latin, the language Our Lord wrote it in, can't you, Father? ... Listen, Shmitty, don't be talkin' about Our Lord that way! Don't call Him Christ, call Him Our Lord! ... What do you know about Our Lord? ... Well, who was He? ... Yes, who was Our Lord? ... The King of the Jews? ... The King of the Jews? ... He was not the King of the Jews! ... No, He wasn't! ... "He was the King of the whole world, wasn't He, Father? ... Certainly! He was the King of the Irish and the Germans and the French and everybody! ... He was the King of the whole world! ... He was not the King of the Jews! ... No, sir! ... Listen, Shmitty! ... Listen, please! ... Listen! That's what they said to Him when they put Him to death, when they wanted to insult Him. They said, 'You are,—Thou art the King of the Jews!' And Our Lord said, 'I am not. I am the King of Everybody! ...' No! ... Listen, Shmitty! ... That's what the fellow said who condemned Him to..."You said: "... death. He was the one who said, 'You are the King of the Jews!' ... The fellow who put Him to death! ... Was it Herod, Father? ... Oh, yes, Punches Pilate! ... Punches Pilate, the fellow who put Our Lord to death, he was the one who said 'Write on His cross: The King of the Jews.' ... Punches Pilate! ... Do you know what a punch is? ... Well, a lot of them! Bing! Bing! Punches! ... That's right, punches! ... Well, he was the one who said, 'Call Him the King of the Jews!' ... Listen, Shmitty! Who wants to be King of the Jews? ... Nobody wants to be King of them? ... No, Our Lord is King of the whole world! ... He's the King of Kings! ... Certainly! He's the Good Shepherd! And all the world is His sheep! ... And furthermore on the Last Day the sheep get saved and the goats lost! I'll bet you didn't even know that, did you, Shmitty? ... Well, Our Lord is the Good Shepherd, because He said He was, didn't he, Father? ... And He said, 'I am the Good Shepherd and I lay down my life for my sheep!' didn't He, Father? ..."

"Yes, Charlie, He did!"

Daily Gospel Reading No. 1

Dear Diary,

This morning, after Mass, something wonderful happened. Father LeRoy took me aside, and I could tell he had something important to ask. He inquired about my typing skills, and I told him I thought that I was pretty good. He then asked if I would be willing to type out a Daily Gospel Reading for the church—if I had time. I was so surprised and felt very complimented that he would ask me to do something so special.

Father had been typing these out himself, but now he’s passing the task on to me. Father gave me some specialty paper just for the purpose, and something even more special—his personal stamper with his name on it. He said that if there was room at the bottom of the page, I could stamp his name there. I was so touched by this, and it felt much more meaningful to put Father’s name on the readings instead of my own. It made the whole process feel even more important.

After I finished typing out the first Gospel reading, I carefully stamped Father’s name at the bottom, and it looked perfect. Father even let me keep the stamper, saying it was a second one and that I could have it as a remembrance. I was so pleased and felt so honored by his trust in me.

Sister Mary Claire was, of course, very pleased when she found out. She said I did a wonderful job, and it made me feel so proud. I’m excited to continue this little task from the sanctuary cave's library. I love the idea of helping in my own small way.

After we got home, I gathered a brown egg from Omelet, my favorite hen. I decided to have it soft-boiled over toast for breakfast, and it was delicious. Mini stayed close by as I worked, keeping me company. I know my day will be busy with my new little job, but I’m excited to dive into it. It feels like the start of something very special, and I can’t wait to see where it leads.

Before I go to bed, I want to say a little prayer:

Dear Lord, thank you for the blessings of this day, for the opportunities you’ve placed before me, and for the guidance you’ve provided. Please watch over Sister Mary Claire, Father LeRoy, and all those who are dear to me. Grant me the wisdom and strength to continue serving you in my small ways. Keep Mini safe and healthy, and bless my family and friends. May tomorrow bring peace, love, and joy. Amen.

Good night, dear Diary.

With love,
Kathy

Assumption Day Sour Cream Chocolate Cake Recipe

 
This Assumption Day Sour Cream Chocolate Cake is a special treat that honors the solemnity of the Assumption of Mary. Just as the Assumption represents Mary's elevation, this cake elevates the classic chocolate cake to a divine level of flavor and richness. The tangy sour cream and deep chocolate notes come together to create a heavenly dessert, perfect for sharing with loved ones on this sacred day.

Ingredients:2 cups all-purpose flour (or self-rising flour*)
2 cups sugar
1 cup water
¾ cup dairy sour cream
½ cup shortening
4 ounces melted unsweetened chocolate (cooled)
1 ¼ teaspoons baking soda
½ teaspoon baking powder (omit if using self-rising flour)
1 teaspoon salt (omit if using self-rising flour)
1 teaspoon vanilla
Instructions:

Preparation:Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C).
Grease and flour either a 13x9x2-inch rectangular pan or two 9x1½-inch round pans.


Mixing the Batter:In a large mixing bowl, combine all ingredients except the frosting.
Beat on low speed, scraping the bowl constantly for 30 seconds.
Increase the speed to high and beat for 3 minutes, occasionally scraping the bowl.


Baking:Pour the batter into the prepared pans.
Bake in the preheated oven for 40 to 45 minutes if using the rectangular pan, or 30 to 35 minutes if using the round pans.
The cake is done when the top springs back when lightly touched.
Remove the cakes from the oven and cool in the pans for 10 minutes.
Then, remove from the pans and cool completely on wire racks.


Frosting:Once the cake layers are completely cool, frost with your favorite frosting. The recipe suggests using Chocolate Butter Frosting.

Note:If using self-rising flour, decrease the baking soda to ¼ teaspoon and omit both the salt and baking powder.
Serving:This cake is perfect for a celebration, especially in honor of the Assumption of Mary, symbolizing sweetness and purity. Serve it as a centerpiece on this feast day, and share with those who gather to celebrate this blessed occasion.

This cake, with its rich chocolate and smooth frosting, embodies the joy and reverence of the Assumption, making it an ideal dessert to mark this holy day.

Assumption of Mary & Birthday of Max

 
August 15, 1955

Dear Diary,



Today was a truly special day. We celebrated the The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary into heaven. Father LeRoy gave a beautiful homily during Mass that really touched my heart. He explained how God began something extraordinary in Mary when He chose her to be the Mother of Jesus, and He brought it to completion by taking her, body and soul, into heaven. Father said that from the very beginning, God had a plan for Mary, and He prepared her for her role by keeping her free from original sin. Throughout her life, grace kept growing within her, giving her the strength to stand by Jesus on the cross. Because of this, when her time on earth was done, she didn’t experience the corruption of the tomb like the rest of us will. Instead, she was taken up into heaven to share in the glory of Christ, where she prays for us now, so that we too may one day share in her joy.

At the end of Mass, Father made a special announcement. He mentioned that in honor of the Assumption, Sour Cream Chocolate Cake would be served at the picnic table after the service. He shared that his sister, Ann, who has recently come to live with him and be his housekeeper, had baked a delicious cake for the occasion. Then, with a warm smile, Father added that today was also the birthday of one of our members and said, "Happy Birthday, Max!" The whole congregation smiled as Max’s face lit up with joy.

We headed to the picnic table after Mass, and it was such a lovely sight—the cake looked wonderful, and everyone gathered around to celebrate.

In the evening, we had a special prayer focused on Mary's Assumption. It was a peaceful way to end the day, thinking about how she was taken up into heaven and how she now prays for us to join her there someday.

Happy Birthday, Max!

In Christ's love, 

Kathy

The Rosary Bead

August 14, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, we took our usual walk to St. Mary’s, and it was such a beautiful day. The gravel road was a bit dusty, but the air was crisp and cool, with just a hint of the warmth to come later. Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I made our way slowly, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. Mini is finally her old self again, one week after her tooth extraction. She’s back to playing her favorite game—Keep Away with her squeaky ball. That little rascal never tires of it, and every time Sister Mary Claire and I begin our Rosary, she grabs her ball as if it's a Rosary bead. It’s an interruption, to be sure, but what can one do? I suppose it's her way of joining in our prayers.

Mass today was lovely, and Father Leroy’s sermon stood out. He wove the Gospel reading from Matthew 18:15-20 into a story about forgiveness and community. He told us about two old friends in a small town who had a falling out over something minor—something to do with a shared fence that one believed encroached on his property. They stopped talking, each harboring resentment. Father explained how one day, the man who had felt wronged decided to follow the advice in Matthew’s Gospel and go to his friend to talk it out, privately. At first, the conversation was difficult, but as they spoke, they both realized how much they missed their friendship. The small matter of the fence suddenly seemed so trivial. By the end of the conversation, not only was the fence mended, but so was their relationship. They were reconciled, and peace was restored to their hearts. Father reminded us that when we have conflicts, we should always seek to resolve them in the spirit of love and forgiveness, just as Jesus taught.

He also reminded us that tomorrow is a Holy Day of Obligation—The Assumption of Mary. I will write more on that tomorrow, but for now, I’m glad he mentioned it, so we can all be prepared for the special Mass.

After Mass, we walked home with light hearts, and Mini, of course, wanted to play Keep Away with her ball as soon as we stepped through the door. She brought it over, squeaking it as if to say, “Come on, let’s play!” We couldn’t resist, and spent a good while chasing her around, laughing and enjoying her antics.

As the day draws to a close, I find myself feeling grateful for the peace of our little routine, the wisdom of Father Leroy’s sermons, and the joy Mini brings into our lives.

Evening Prayer

Dear Lord, thank You for the blessings of this day, for the wisdom shared in Your Word, and for the love and companionship of those around me. Please help me to always seek peace and forgiveness in my relationships, just as You taught us. Watch over us tonight, and may Your grace guide us in all we do. Amen.

 

The Lost Sheep

August 13, 2024

Dear Diary,

This morning’s walk to St. Mary’s was quiet and peaceful. The gravel crunched beneath our feet, and the early morning air was cool against my skin. Sister Mary Claire walked beside me, her soft humming blending with the gentle sounds of nature waking up. Mini, as always, trotted along happily, her little bottom wiggling with each step.

At Mass, Father LeRoy shared a story that stuck with me all day. He spoke about a shepherd who had a hundred sheep. One day, one of the sheep went astray, wandering away from the flock. Instead of staying with the ninety-nine that were safe, the shepherd left them in the hills and went searching for the one that was lost. He didn’t rest until he found it, and when he did, he rejoiced more over finding that one stray sheep than over the ninety-nine that had never wandered off. Father LeRoy reminded us that this is how our heavenly Father feels about each one of us. He doesn’t want even a single one of us to be lost, and He will always come looking for us, no matter how far we may stray.

As we walked back home, I thought about that lost sheep. It’s comforting to know that even if I ever feel lost or far from God, He will always come searching for me, rejoicing when I’m found and back in His care.

The day is ending now, and the sky is a soft mix of blues and pinks. Mini is curled up beside me, and there’s a quiet peace in the air. I’m grateful to know that I am never truly lost, that God’s love will always find me, no matter where I am.

Dear Lord,

Thank You for being my shepherd, for never giving up on me, even when I wander. Please watch over those I love tonight and help us all to remember that we are never lost to You. Keep us safe in Your care.

Amen.

St. Teresa, Eggs, Corn and Recipe

June 13, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I took our early walk to St. Mary’s for Mass, with Mini happily trotting beside us. The cool morning air and the quiet path always help me feel at peace. During Mass, my mind kept returning to Father LeRoy's homily from yesterday about St. Teresa of Avila and her saying that life is like a bad night in a bad hotel. After Mass, Father explained it further, helping me understand that life’s hardships are only temporary. He reminded me that, just like a rough night in a bad hotel, these difficulties will pass, and something far better awaits us. It was comforting to think about life that way.

The afternoon was busy but enjoyable. We stopped by Sasha and Max’s Breakfast Club to drop off some eggs, and we ran into Hayden and Caleb. I learned something new today—all four of them, Sasha, Max, Hayden, and Caleb, are first cousins, and they own Fred's Farm (just a stone throw from St. Marys) together. They were excited to share their plans for a new four-bedroom cabin they’re about to build, complete with an addition for the Breakfast Club and a coffee shop for the local farmers. Sister Mary Claire and I were quite impressed by their vision and the way they’re working together to make it happen. Caleb’s breakfast looked so good that Sister and I ordered the same—fresh eggs and corn, and it was absolutely delicious.

As the day winds down, I’m filled with gratitude for the warmth of friends and the beauty of shared dreams.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Lord, thank You for the fellowship and the dreams shared today. Bless Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max as they work together on their new project. May their efforts be fruitful and bring joy to the community. Help me to keep in mind that life’s troubles are fleeting, and guide me as I seek to live with hope and faith in Your eternal promise. Amen.

With Love and Devotion,

Kathy

Recipe: Scrambled Eggs and Corn

Ingredients:4 large eggs
1/2 cup fresh or frozen corn kernels
2 tablespoons Kalona heavy cream
1 tablespoon butter
Salt and pepper to taste
Optional: chopped fresh herbs (like chives or parsley) for garnish

Instructions: In a bowl, whisk together the eggs and cream until well combined. Season with salt and pepper.
In a skillet, melt the butter over medium heat. Add the corn kernels and sauté for 2-3 minutes until tender.
Pour the egg mixture into the skillet with the corn. Let it sit for a few seconds until the edges start to set.
Gently stir the eggs with a spatula, cooking until they reach your desired level of doneness. Be careful not to overcook them; they should be soft and slightly creamy.
Remove from heat and garnish with fresh herbs if desired. Serve hot and enjoy!

This simple and tasty dish is a perfect way to start the day, especially when shared with good company.