IT WAS MY PRIVILEGE THIS MORNING...on this glorious feast day of the great St. Patrick to conduct a Communion Service for the folks at Woodlea. Woodlea? That's our neighbor's building we can 
see from our front window across from Birch Pointe....an 'assisted living' facility for the elderly. A heavenly haven! A buncha' senior saints!
see from our front window across from Birch Pointe....an 'assisted living' facility for the elderly. A heavenly haven! A buncha' senior saints!
Not sure of the latest head count. Let's say....100-150 souls. With 'slightly' failing bodies. Living residuals of a million memories.
Resurrection Parish here in ol' Pike Creek Valley provides Eucharistic Ministers once a week to conduct Communion Services.
The Vatican still won't.... let me say Mass. Maybe when I turn 90!
For now, Communion Services. For that privilege I'm deeply grateful....
After our half-hour Communion Service we posed for this touching pic. Then we all launched into a rousing round of Irish Tunes.
"Okay, girls! Let's sing 'Danny Boy'! This time with more Irish gusto. Take it from the top!"
The girls admired my fine Irish sweater from the Aran Islands (no, not my silly hat!). Pat gave me this sweater almost 20 years ago. When we visited Blarney Woolen Mills (thanks to Patricia Anne Sullivan Dimino's guided tour) near the Irish city of Cork. http://www.blarney.ie/
Around noon time we headed out the door for a celebratory St. Patrick's Day Picnic Lunch. (Doesn't everyone?)
Up to our favorite local, pristine picnic spot. Chester County. Just over the PA state line. Only a 1/2 from home!
Resurrection Parish here in ol' Pike Creek Valley provides Eucharistic Ministers once a week to conduct Communion Services.
The Vatican still won't.... let me say Mass. Maybe when I turn 90!
For now, Communion Services. For that privilege I'm deeply grateful....
After our half-hour Communion Service we posed for this touching pic. Then we all launched into a rousing round of Irish Tunes.
"Okay, girls! Let's sing 'Danny Boy'! This time with more Irish gusto. Take it from the top!"
The girls admired my fine Irish sweater from the Aran Islands (no, not my silly hat!). Pat gave me this sweater almost 20 years ago. When we visited Blarney Woolen Mills (thanks to Patricia Anne Sullivan Dimino's guided tour) near the Irish city of Cork. http://www.blarney.ie/
Around noon time we headed out the door for a celebratory St. Patrick's Day Picnic Lunch. (Doesn't everyone?)
Up to our favorite local, pristine picnic spot. Chester County. Just over the PA state line. Only a 1/2 from home!
Ahhh, what a day! Cobalt blue skies. A soft, early Spring sun. Look above Pat's Hibernian cap. See those specks! Those are our horse friends. We have a name for each. Yes, we're here often. But today, those guys were so distracted...they never even saw us! Usually, they'd come running up to the fence for a pet from Pat....and a few kind words! Oh, well. Next time!
An inspirational day, dear St. Patrick!
Thank you! Thank you!
Thank you! Thank you!
Later in the day.... we headed home to the even more celebratory preprandial nips of whiskey/wine and....ahhh, ever so delicate corned beef, cabbage and Irish boiled/spoiled potatoes.
And this evening? Believe it or not, we weren't able to rent 'the Quiet Man' starring John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara. All gone already! But we were able to land....'Waking Ned Divine'. So hilarious! So Hibernian!
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