When I decided to take up photography, I was coming to terms with the fact that taking up cooking causes weight gain. However, the immediate result of having a camera was that I then took pictures of lots of food.
It’s a long story; it’s best left for another time.
Cleaning out old photos, I noticed a few stragglers I had meant to post but never got around to. And I hardly had time to post all 5,000 of them.
Here’s an auto that showed up on Easter Sunday; I was quite taken with it’s beauty and have about a thousand pictures of it.
Food is a lot easier to compose in a photo then is an antique car against the backdrop of a school building. I’ll have to consider that.
And here is the church steeple as twilight approaches. We have a very modern architecture here; and it works very well.
I took my shot at photographing a wedding, and decided to stick with playing the organ and, even better yet, presiding.
A beautiful statue of Mary was in the Sanctuary.
And for now, it’s off to sleep; only so much time in a day…
It took place at the Shrine of Our lady of Prompt Succor, on State Street. It was very well attended, despite my photos into the side chapel. (I was playing the organ, and obviously could not be photographing everything in site.)
Here’s one of the beautiful chalices which were used for the special occasion of Corpus Christi.
And Fr. Nile was one of the emcees. Hey Fr. Nile! He’s leaving for studies in Rome on Thursday for further studies in Liturgy. Ciao! Arrividerci!
The Chapel (actually it’s an Oratorio…) (well, actually it’s the National Shrine of Our Lady of Prompt Succor…),has a very large Reliquary. I used to find it creepy and bizarre, now I just.. accept it.
One of the Prayers led by the Archbishop.
I love the side altars in this Shrine / Oratorio.
The other side of the Chapel/Shrine/Oratorio is a beautiful view… (the Chapel has an extension which goes off at a 90 degree angle, very unusual.)
Hence inspiring Trish here to meditation on the glorious mysteries of the Body and Blood of Christ. (I am sure that’s what she was meditating upon after planning and performing music all weekend long for various Masses, Weddings and Corpus Christi celebrations.)
It’s a beautiful place, and it was a beautiful Mass.
For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour out my Spirit on your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants. ~ Isaiah 44:3
A long time ago in a town far, far away, lived a man named J.R. West.
He was a handsome young doctor from Mississippi who blew into town like nobody’s business with his beautiful young bride, Rosalie White West.
They lived a long and happy life together.
Kind of. One day, J.R. started a gun fight with someone, and ended up heading out of the local church feet first.
They say no one complained.
Here lies James Riley West.
But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children ~ Psalm 103:17
It’s in the same town; Wheatley, Arkansas.
And a close-up of that headstone. Remarkable, isn’t it?
That’s a picture of J.R. and Rosalie’s store taken back in 1898.
I had never seen any of this before, and the entire family has been wanting to learn more about these two for some time. Thankfully Cousin Phil, who’s actually my father’s cousin, drove over to Wheatley and snapped these photos. Then, Great Aunt Alice (that’s Ah-Leese, not A[as in Apple] – Liss,) sent them out to everyone via e-mail.
Then I tried to clean them up with Photoshop, but we all know about Photoshop and me. (It’s a learning curve thing.)
Anyway, they had opened a store, which still stands next to City Hall. And inside of City Hall, there were these old photographs of J.R and Rosalie.
It’s very convenient when you’re looking up you’re ancestors and find they are well documented like this; very unlike the man who’s son married their daughter, who appeared from North Carolina and was born God only knows where. Mississippi was lousy at keeping track of these things in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.
I have forgiven Mississippi’s record keeping, yet, still it’s a bit frustrating trying to learn more about the Allen family tree. We only know that everyone says the Allen’s are from Scotland, which always causes me to give thanks that we’re not from Ireland, which is a long story.
And there’s a painting of it as well.
Why, here it is just the other day!
Only now it’s an antique store.
Rosalie aged gracefully before passing (work with me here please…) She developed a formidable presence.
She was known as Big Mother, and lived in an enormous house with a wrap around porch, which everyone used to talk about with awe. In fact, everyone used to talk about her with awe. They still do.
Her grandson (my grandfather), great grandson (my father), and great great grandson (my brother), all bore the West surname as a middle name.
She’s buried in Wheatley as well, with one of her sons. Lot’s of stories to learn about, no doubt.
Well, that wraps up today’s history lesson on some of my great, great, great grandparents. I hope you’ve enjoyed it! And if you haven’t well, God bless you. They were truly remarkable people.
For as the days of a tree, so will be the days of my people; my chosen ones will long enjoy the works of their hands. They will not toil in vain or bear children doomed to misfortune; for they will be a people blessed by the LORD, they and their descendants with them. Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear. ~ Isaiah 65:22-24
