“I got into bed, I said a few words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.” –Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas In Wales
Gaudete Sunday. On her autoharp, Martha plays “Joy To The World.” We second that emotion.
Home from Mass on the pink candle day. As usual, we three Fosters and the Camppell girls trio filled the pew fronting the Mary altar, with second cousin C.J. Foster and his quartet sitting just behind us.
The travel news: Jo took a Budapest to Prague WCBU-FM trek May 26 through June 4: varied paprika, weird liqueurs, Art Nouveau and old churches, Mike and Martha kept Bachelors’ Hall, often with Campbells. We three went to Milwaukee April 21-24 for family, friends, and music.
In Illinois, Mike spoke at the Illinois Community College Journalism Association’s spring meeting at Grizzly Jack’s in Olney, ten years after retiring as a journalism professor and student newspaper adviser. Ten Marquette ’68 Honors Program brats held about our 40th Brouhaha reunion at Starved Rock Lodge June 12-16.. On Sept. 12, we returned to Da Rock for Smials Super Session III, where our Far Westfarthing group and Milwaukee’s Burrahobbits discussed Tolkien’s Farmer Giles Of Ham. That book and other JRRT short fiction took us to a conference at Urbana Theological Seminary Sept. 19. He’s written posts on cricket, seeing the Rolling Stones seven times from 1964-199, and his father’s 1944-45 overseas V-mails to his mother for Peoria, Tazewell, & Woodford blog. The Cubs had their best year in eons. They almost made the Series.
Finally, the family ten food-tripped to Firefly Grill in Effingham Aug. 22-23 for a double-header. And the Cubs had their best year in eons. Almost…
Our July 29-Aug. 5 road trip to Mythcon in Colorado Springs took us to Des Moines and North Platte going out and Kansas City, Columbia, and St. Louis returning. “Sympathy For The Nazgul” The Rolling Stones Tolkien was this year’s spoof skit starring us, the Van loos, and David Emerson. The star of the return trip was an unplanned stop at National World War I Museum & Memorial. Sad and boggling. Of all the memorable meals, the cafeteria’s over-there fare of chipped beef on toast, Army goulash (hamburger, pork and beans, tomato sauce), and trench stew (corned beef, turnips, carrots) shines. Consequently, Mike’s read more books about “that colossal and mismanaged butchery,” six of this year’s 96. Further along in Missouri, we three dined with longtime Brouhaha friends Schmidt & Brenda and my sister on the way home. That was the last voyage of our of our faithful 2005 silver La Buicka. We retired it. Its replacement is a midnight blue 2015 Toyota Highlander Hybrid, complete with a hoist for Mike Trike II, likewise blue. We also added a new furnace with downstairs a/c to Foster Farms.
A Fine Kettle Of Fish band flounders on Thursday nights with the faithful five, as do our three book groups and Second Friday spiritual-political-social discussion club, established in 1987.
We celebrated Thanksgiving feast for 24, including sister Claudia and bro-in-law Bill, 19 Campbell kin-people, and us at Chez Megan & Frank. Just we seven will share gifts and Yule cheer there for Christmas day dinner. Three days later, on Holy Innocents Day, Mike turns 69.
As Tiny Tim said “God bless us every one.” May God bless you each and every one as well.