New Item In Break-Off Collection

I've just added a ceramic tile that came off of my kitchen floor to my break-off collection.  I found it on the living room carpet, but I wasn't sure what it was until I saw the empty space.

New England Sunday, 1840s

In "The Story of A Bad Boy", Thomas Bailey Aldrich gives a rather grim description of how Sunday was observed when he was a boy.  I'll just share this little bit:

"People who were prosperous and natural and happy on Saturday became the most rueful of human beings in the brief space of twelve hours. I don't think there was any hypocrisy in this. It was merely the old Puritan austerity cropping out once a week. Many of these people were pure Christians every day in the seven -- excepting the seventh. Then they were decorous and solemn to the verge of moroseness. I should not like to be misunderstood on this point. Sunday is a blessed day, and therefore it should not be made a gloomy one. It is the Lord's day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight."

Of course, I agree with him!  

Sunday Snippets--A Catholic Carnival

Time to hop over to RAnn's blog for Sunday Snippets, where Catholic bloggers share their posts.  I've discovered some wonderful blogs here.

How about sharing yours?

Semper Gaudete! : A Good Day To Be Sick

Semper Gaudete! : Part Of A Conversation

Semper Gaudete! : Sibling Kitties

Semper Gaudete! : Something I'd Like To Share

Semper Gaudete! : One Of The Most Moving Posts I've Ever Read

Semper Gaudete! : Bunk Beds.... Sort Of

Semper Gaudete! : Sickening is An Understatement

Semper Gaudete! : Books Read In The Past Week

Sickening is An Understatement

Warning: This article is one of the most disturbing I've ever read.   I will NEVER understand how anybody could do such things, especially to a three-year-old and a six-year-old.
Scotty McMillan does not need our prayers; he is safe now; he will never hurt again.
It's his six-year-old brother who needs our prayers.  Pray that he will be healed, and go on to live a normal, happy life.

Bunk Beds.... Sort Of

I don't have a bed; I'm not comfortable in a bed.  I have a couch.  It's the same couch I slept on when I lived in Brooklyn.

So why did I give this post the heading Bunk Beds.... Sort Of?

Well, usually, after I'm settled for the night, Winky jumps onto the back/top of the couch, and goes to sleep.  Hence, bunk beds!

One Of The Most Moving Posts I've Ever Read

I Was There To Serve Them

I just HAD to share this.  Warning: You might need a few tissues.

Something I'd Like To Share

I don't drive, due to my perceptual disability and poor co-ordination, but I'd like to share a prayer from Thyra Ferre Bjorn's book, "Mama's Way."

"Father,

     Help me to drive so I won't endanger others,

 and others to drive so they won't endanger me.
 And take the wheel and drive with me, so I can

 feel completely protected."

I think that, if I were able to drive, I would offer that prayer before starting out.  At least, I hope I would.