I’m heading back the way I came. Solid driving got me back to Parris Island.
Supper with my buddy who’s at the MCRD.
Nice sunset.
That, by the way, is not at the MCRD.
Which drink is mine?
Blue Points and St. James.
Grouper stuffed with crab. Flavorful but overcooked as it turns out. You must must must be careful with fish and broilers. Will they never learn?
That, by the way, is not chow at the MCRD.
Along the way I wish I had been taking photos of bathroom tiles in old rectories. Some of them have their fixtures from the 40’s and 50’s, which means also great color combinations like pink and green with gray.
Here is a shot of one corner in one place.
I should start a series for priests to send in photos of their rectories (anonymized of course) or places they visit (again anonymized): VINTAGE RECTORY BATHROOM TILES
The drive included a stop at Buc-ee’s which was a MISTAKE. It was only by 80% brilliance and 20% luck on my part that I found a back way to exit and didn’t have to spend at least an hour trying to get to the Interstate using their indications. It was MADNESS. NEVER stop at a Buc-ee’s on a week in summer (unless it is before, say, 0600). JUST. DON’T.
And, 800 recruits were at Sunday Mass.
For the rest, I have an incredible amount of email stacked up and a lot of thank you note to write. Please be patient.
Finally, if you haven’t watched the video yet, please do. It’s significant. HERE
And you will find this highly engaging. From Fr. James Mawdsley…
Crucifixion to Creation: Roots of the Traditional Mass Traced back to Paradise
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I bought that book…using your link. :) Now to read it!
Fr Z
Did you try the FROGMORE STEW?
Excellent.
My current abode was built in the 50s, and some of the features have been preserved, the most noticable of which are the fir plywood cabinets, and the fake fireplace mantle with an even more fake space heater contained there-under.
We have chosen to make keep both of these in their original purity, and I love them. “Nostalgic disease,” perhaps.
Well, this isn’t good! I read that the Commanding Officer and the Senior Enlisted Adviser at Parris Island, SC, were relieved of command recently due to “loss of trust and confidence.”
HERE
Several priest friends of mine lived in rectories with such outdated, old facilities all of their lives as pastors. To their credit, they did not want to spend parish funds on their own rectory remodeling, even if it was justified, but on the upkeep of the parish church and support of the school.
I bought this book, and a couple of days later I bought all the books he has published until now! I’m reading them simultaneously! Somehow the themes are connected!
Thank you Fr for recommending it! What an education! I’m also praying for him, what courage! We need witnesses like him these days, when most people are choosing the easy road. When living our Faith and proclaiming the name of Jesus has become troublesome even in the highest places in our Church!
Thank you again!
I’ll be at Parris Island in August for a Crucible. I serve with the Museum’s Living History Detachment. Semper Fi, Father.
I saw a Grouper at the Ripley’s Aquarium in Toronto. What an ugly son of a gun!!
I’m glad to know they are edible. It is now a goal of mine to snack on a grouper.
Ahhh, MCRD Parris Island. Spent a joyful summer there in 1984, A Company, 1st Battalion, Platoon 1078, Senior Drill Instructor SSgt Traxler (I wonder where he is now).
Yes, your lovely views are NOT what I recall seeing at P.I. in 1984. I remember sand pits where I did thousands of “mountain climbers”, obstacle courses, endless marching back and forth across the parade ground when it was so hot the asphalt tarmac stuck to my boots and sweat made my rifle slippery in my hands . . . and the ceaseless cadence – “left, right, lo right – cover down, align to the right! – Recruit Cornelius, get in step, you were sent here to TORMENT me, weren’t you?!”