tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147998851717628040.post867133128259458508..comments2023-10-12T08:22:07.631-07:00Comments on SANCTE PATER: My Photoshopping Regularizes Catholic Marriages, Brings People Back to the Faith!Vincenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15204262882202051257noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147998851717628040.post-84734441577583883072010-07-18T18:41:27.880-07:002010-07-18T18:41:27.880-07:00Ray, your story is a neat illustration of all the ...Ray, your story is a neat illustration of all the little crazy-making things one must learn to put up with in a marriage. (Or a family... or a roommate... or a religious order...)<br /><br />Vincenzo, that's awesome. :)Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06624317806947588259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147998851717628040.post-73696385686936515012010-07-18T14:59:01.353-07:002010-07-18T14:59:01.353-07:00Nice marketing tie-in Vin! Ray: You need Pius clo...Nice marketing tie-in Vin! Ray: You need Pius clock! It's so easy to order and it comes with a battery!Cathy_of_Alexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16795566831031491371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147998851717628040.post-62569540676168899312010-07-18T07:01:05.439-07:002010-07-18T07:01:05.439-07:00I've always preferred silent clocks. Even ligh...I've always preferred silent clocks. Even light ticking keeps me awake.Vincenzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15204262882202051257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147998851717628040.post-78019508403909997422010-07-18T06:43:36.725-07:002010-07-18T06:43:36.725-07:00When I was in the Army in Germany, as I was about ...When I was in the Army in Germany, as I was about to get discharged, I got a letter from my Mom, mentioning that my Dad would like a cuckoo clock. I kinda ignored the request/order. Then a couple of weeks later, I received another note mentioning the cuckoo clock request. I got the hint, but didn't take it seriously enough to get him a good one, but a little cheap one.<br /><br />He seemed appreciative (I thought). But five years later, he and my Mom took a two week vacation to Germany and Austria and had a wonderful time. And he came back with a real nice large cuckoo clock. And promptly hung it on the wall, near their bedroom.<br /><br />Another five years passed, and I approvingly nodded to myself at the nice clock as I would go to my old bedroom when I occasionally visited them in Duluth.<br /><br />Then, sadly, my Dad died of heart problems in 1978. I came home for the funeral and the first change I noticed in the house was that Mom had stopped the (infernal) cuckoo clock dead in its tracks. Ten years of cuckoo-ing had been way too much for her.<br /><br />I have it now, but I have never started it up again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08332138030182107580noreply@blogger.com