Read the Apostolic letters, whether from the past or the present.
Thursday, December 31, 2020
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Monday, December 28, 2020
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Mary and Joseph, I'm all Yours
I'm not terrible creative. Think I'll just take the same path as Jesus.
Holy Family
In honor of the Feast of the Holy Family, my holy mom and dad came to visit. Thanks Mom and Dad for helping me "grow and become strong."
Our holy family at St. Patricks in Moorcroft
Surprise Mom! Enjoy your new bike. May it always keep you young.
Friday, December 25, 2020
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Monday, December 21, 2020
Sunday, December 20, 2020
Thursday, December 17, 2020
Bryce, the Great-great Grandson of Anna Marie, John Fredrick, and Anna Elizabeth
On the 17th of December the Church always reads the genealogy of Jesus in Matthew's Gospel. As providence would have it, I had a burial service for some friends in Belle Fourche, SD today, which is where three of my great-great grandparents are buried. What a treat to get to know some of the men and women who made it possible for me to be free.
Great-great Grandma Anna Marie Lungren was born in Odessa Russia and came over from the German/Russian area along the Volga River with her husband Jacob and several of her children around 1905. As sugar beat field workers, they traveled about Kansas, Colorado, and South Dakota. In 1919, at the age of 47, she died in Deadwood, SD following a surgery. She was laid to rest in Belle Fourche, leaving behind her husband and 11 children. The family then moved on and eventually settled in Worland, WY. She was my grandpa Lloyd's grandmother.
My grandma Ruth's grandparents are also buried in the same cemetery. John "Fred" Herman died at a relatively young age. His wife, Anna Elizabeth, later remarried Schaub and died shortly before my grandma was born.
Life was not as easy back then as it is today. Courage and perseverance were mandatory virtues. I can't honestly imagine the challenges my ancestors faced in pursuit of the American dream. I pray that their virtues flow through my veins just as their blood does. May God bless America
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