Stories of Faith
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, Christianity, Denominations, Catholic, Catholicism
| Author: | Patricia Grasher | ISBN: | 9781476477640 |
| Publisher: | Patricia Grasher | Publication: | July 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Patricia Grasher |
| ISBN: | 9781476477640 |
| Publisher: | Patricia Grasher |
| Publication: | July 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
The best way to let you experience the beauty of this book is to share a few stories. I will let you be the judge of reading further.
Paper Airplanes
In the early 70’s, our family was new to Albany and St. Mary’s. Fr. Mel Stead was the pastor at the time. He introduced me to Nikki, another Italian girl, that was also new to the area. We worked on the bulletin together each week. At that time the bulletin was done on a very old mimeograph machine. It took us almost all day to put it out. Nikki and I both had small children, and they played in the old gym while we worked on the bulletin. We became very close friends having lots in common. We both grow up in large Italian families sharing in the same foods and similar experience.
One Saturday afternoon, Nikki invited my family and Fr. Stead to her home for dinner. During the afternoon, Fr. Stead sat showing the children how to fold paper airplanes and the art of soaring them across the room. He was so patient with them. They practiced folding and flying airplanes all afternoon. Getting more proficient as the afternoon wore on. The following day we went to Mass, picking up a bulletin on our way in. We sat in our usual place, in the front pew. Adele, my daughter, who was usually so naughty in church was very quiet. I was not paying attention to what she was doing; she was quiet! She sat and meticulously folded the bulletin into an airplane, just as Fr. Stead had taught her. She drew back her little arm and sailed that puppy right onto the altar like a pro. Fr. Stead was grinning from ear to ear on how well she picked up the art of folding and flying paper airplanes. He could not have been more proud of her. However, I wasn’t! I made her march up to the altar and pick up the airplane.
After all these years we are still laughing over one of the many antics of Adele. ...Rosanne Wilson
The best way to let you experience the beauty of this book is to share a few stories. I will let you be the judge of reading further.
Paper Airplanes
In the early 70’s, our family was new to Albany and St. Mary’s. Fr. Mel Stead was the pastor at the time. He introduced me to Nikki, another Italian girl, that was also new to the area. We worked on the bulletin together each week. At that time the bulletin was done on a very old mimeograph machine. It took us almost all day to put it out. Nikki and I both had small children, and they played in the old gym while we worked on the bulletin. We became very close friends having lots in common. We both grow up in large Italian families sharing in the same foods and similar experience.
One Saturday afternoon, Nikki invited my family and Fr. Stead to her home for dinner. During the afternoon, Fr. Stead sat showing the children how to fold paper airplanes and the art of soaring them across the room. He was so patient with them. They practiced folding and flying airplanes all afternoon. Getting more proficient as the afternoon wore on. The following day we went to Mass, picking up a bulletin on our way in. We sat in our usual place, in the front pew. Adele, my daughter, who was usually so naughty in church was very quiet. I was not paying attention to what she was doing; she was quiet! She sat and meticulously folded the bulletin into an airplane, just as Fr. Stead had taught her. She drew back her little arm and sailed that puppy right onto the altar like a pro. Fr. Stead was grinning from ear to ear on how well she picked up the art of folding and flying paper airplanes. He could not have been more proud of her. However, I wasn’t! I made her march up to the altar and pick up the airplane.
After all these years we are still laughing over one of the many antics of Adele. ...Rosanne Wilson
