Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Baby Returns after 10 years
In the words of my wife, who was also touched by this gentleman's kind gesture, had the following to quote:
"When you long & miss the things you treasure and which were meant to be together find their way back; they may take a few detours, but they're never lost. Happy to see you smiling."
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Everything was peaceful...until he woke up.
What happened later...the pictures will tell.
It was fun to spend time with our grandson Ari. He's such a joy to be with. Trying to catch up with him running around was quite a feat for me, making me realize that I am getting old after all.
Ari was kicking the ball well in keeping with the present fever and spirit of the World Cup, and some folks passing by were watching him keenly.
He was quite fascinated by the geese waddling around the park. Ari boldly ran right through a gaggle of them unflinched, far ahead of us towards the play area.
As soon as he found himself comfortably perched on the swing, Ari was saying 'push', and insisted that he wanted to be pushed even higher, in keeping up with a small girl swinging on the side next to him!
Then suddenly the skies turned grey as evening fell. It started to drizzle signalling that it was time for us to return home.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
MY FATHER & THE TOY SOLDIER.
Long after my father passed away, I often reminisced about the good days when I was young. Later, through my own uncertainties and obstacles, I found strength in the thought of the wooden toy soldier my father had once given me, motionless yet hardy, strong, protective and inspiring. Every time when I had played with the toy soldier, I did not fail to keep it back on the shelf.
Then, as I grew up, I realized that I had looked at that toy soldier more than I had played with it, perhaps in an unconscious effort to preserve it, and in turn replace the absence of my father. There were many times when I would take it down from the shelf, dust it and put it back in its apparent rightful place as always. This toy was my favourite and in retrospect appeared that I had that toy in my possession for the longest time.
But unlike that idle wooden toy soldier on the shelf, my own dad was a real life soldier. He worked hard in his life, cared, loved and did the best that he possibly could for his family. He stood tall against all odds and provided me and all those around him with good advice, hope and inspiration, successfully setting an example to march on through my own.
I still miss my father. He was a good man. Many among us surely must miss their fathers. Happy Father's Day.
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Wednesday, June 04, 2014
(LIFT UP YOUR HEARTS)
Felicio the Altar Boy
My biggest fear and concern was not to trip while climbing or getting down the steps to the altar. I was grateful that the senior server had trained me well, and that Padre Capelão (the Rev. Chaplain) had been very kind and understanding in teaching me the right pronunciation of the Latin words.
My great moment was yet to come and that would be when people would line up to receive Holy Communion. I accompanied the priest as he proceeded to the front pews as the village folks knelt to receive. Just then I noticed that my mother was standing in line in the centre aisle. Soon, I thought, she would be kneeling for her turn.
This was my moment of great and significant pride and joy as I held the shining gold-plated communion serving paten under my mother’s chin. I felt that this was my highest privilege and honour. I thought that perhaps my mother’s wish was granted that I had learned to serve the Holy Mass and officially become an ‘ajudante’ (Latin) or server. With a quick glance I was then surprised to see my relatives and neighbours in the queue as well. I could see that there were hints of sustained smiles on their faces. Perhaps, I thought, my mother must have requested them to attend the Mass in order to give me big surprise so that they could receive Holy Communion served by the ‘the new altar boy Tony (aka Felicio) always in a blue shirt’ from the village of Cumbiem Morod.
After the Mass, we had all walked home together. It had been the beginning of a great day indeed for me and for all the members of my family. My mother had prepared a special breakfast as well to commemorate the special day in my life.
The Latin Mass that I had first served in, continued for another few more years until 1969. It was then replaced by a New Order of the Mass when the priest faced the people. In a way, the new procedure must have been good. This way the priest could constantly keep an eye on his flock during the entire service, as opposed to the days of the Latin Mass when Padre Capelão along with his flock, the sacristan, the altar boys and the singers in the choir, had all stood facing in one direction – that is, towards the altar – lifting up their hearts! And saying: Sursum corda! (Latin) ~ Lift up your hearts!
Tony Felix (aka Felicio) Fernandes
Guirim, Cumbiem Morod,
Bardez, Goa, India.