Category: holiday

  • . . . and don’t forget these Christmas poems

                      Anonymous   At the Last         The stream is calmest when it nears the tide,       And flowers are sweetest at eventide,       The birds most musical at close of day,       The saints divinest when they […]

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  • A Sunday Holiday of Fifty Negro Boys

    _____   A friend of mine bought an old house in Fitchburg, Massachusetts last year.  Inside one of the walls as if for insulation, was an old magazine, a publication called “The African Missions of the White Fathers,” which lists an address of 37 Ramparts Street, Quebec.  This particular issue is dated 100 years ago:  […]