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The Center Cannot Hold

The center of our home has been gutted and the rest of the house has fallen into disarray (despite great effort). It is tiring living without a kitchen! We have no oven or sink (aside from the bathroom sinks) The fridge has found its new home in the living room. We grill, toast and microwave our way through life these days. I am ready for the simple luxuries of a functioning kitchen!  However, we found some water damage  and so the project will take longer than we anticipated.

Beginning of project (2 weeks ago)

Joseph Cornelius

My Grande-ma had ten children*, one died in her arms, Joseph Cornelius. He was six months old. Although he died in 1920, even I know of him as a sweet baby, a spotless innocent eager to intercede for us.

My mother says that Grande-Ma always spoke of little Joesph’s untimely death with sadness and faith. She told her children to ask little Joseph to intercede for them and later she encouraged her grandchildren to ask for his prayers.

Those who were close to her at the time, said that her strong faith and love for baby Joseph, her surrendering to God’s will at his death, was one of her most enduring and endearing lessons.

 

*After the birth of her first baby she nearly died. The Dr. told her not to have anymore. She laughed and said what better way to die than to bring new souls into this world?  The rest of her deliveries were uncomplicated.

A Letter From My Great Aunt Sr. Elizabeth to all her Nieces and Nephews

Oct 1992

Feast of St. Michael, Gabriel and Raphael

My Dear Nieces and Nephews,

Through the years, time and places have not permitted me to say many things to you. However, I want you to know that each one of you is very dear to me, and will always be so; and that, I gladly welcomed you into our family, as each of you was granted life among us. I have followed you from babyhood and even up to your present adulthood. When I could not see you, your parents kept me up to date on your activities in which I was always interested. It has given me great pleasure to see you, now grown into your places in life, and leading good lives with your present responsibilities. I’v rejoiced as each of you received the Gift of Faith at your Baptism and all the sacraments that followed, strengthening you in the practice of your Holy Faith. I pray each day, that every one of us will die firm in our Faith, with a firm belief in out Eternal Union with God, our true purpose in living.

Now that many of you are parents yourselves or uncle and Aunts with little ones, may you pass on to these little ones, the real truths which give happiness and real purpose to their lives on earth. I have welcomed all these children, as I have welcomed your coming among us.

May God and out Blessed Mother Mary, keep us faithful to the graces we have received, and bring us all together again in tour true home Heaven. May our patron saints and our guardian angels ever help us on our way to out Creator and Redeemer. In the meantime, let us ask for the graces we need each day, for ourselves, and all our relatives, this  supports our whole family.

Our 1989 family reunion was truly a wonderful occasion for which I shall be ever grateful, to all who made such a times so lovely an event. May we all meet int the heavenly Reunion we are now preparing for.

God bless each one of you. I will beg God’s special graces on each of my dear nieces and nephews as I wait to welcome you home. pray for me.

Love, Aunt Elizabeth.

P.S. Remember Grandee-Ma who prays for you now, including all she never lived to see of her great-grandchildren. Her wish is as ever, that you pass on to them their true inheritance, their faith, won and cherished by generations and ancestors through sacrifice and even persecutions.

P.P.S. What joy to see you come into our final Family Reunion!

Sr. Elizabeth

(1912-2004)

Old Family Photo Album

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My Great Grandparents and their two eldest children (they had ten children). I never met them but I feel like I have, my mother is always talking about Grandema and Poppop. How dear Grandema was, how devout both of them were. The little girl on my great Poppop’s lap became a nun and the little boy (the younger child to the left) is my own Poppop.