Are you into genealogy? If not, you probably don’t often think about your ancestors. We’re not just talking about grandparents, but those who came from “the old country,” literally blazing a trail in the wilderness to build a cabin, raise a family and struggle to earn a li
Lately, I think of Halloween as “Holloween” because it’s not the event it used to be!
In North America, trick-or-treating has been a Halloween tradition since the late 1920s. But a just few years ago, it seems, parents began to accompany their youngsters from house to house or follow along in
Ever witness someone do something extraordinarily well, like during the recent Rio Olympics for example? You might think, “He or she is so talented. I wish I could do something half as well!”
I’ve played the trumpet since fifth grade. I took lessons, performed in contests, participated in ma
In the mid-9th century in our country, anyone who had occasion to “eat his words” by humiliatingly recanting something would be said to “eat crow.” In the United Kingdom they “eat humble pie.” The “unpalatability” of crow seems clear so we’ll stick with pie!
“It’s Hard to Be Humble,&rd
As a youngster, I remember our one-car, cement-block garage as a very special place. It was cool, and smelled of a mixture of oil, gasoline and grease. Real boy stuff! Best of all, the garage housed “a secret place” – a dried-up cistern, where I could hide the things little boys con
He was a year-old shelter dog. But even an animal deserves a second chance in life, so we adopted this shaggy, skinny mutt along with his behavior baggage from possible abuse and neglect. For more than 13 years he brought calamity, chaos, character and charm into our lives.
Finding an appropriate nam
My mission as an expectant father for the first time in 1967 was to get to the hospital before the baby reached the end of the birth canal. Back then, Dads-to-be were not allowed to go with their wives any further than the delivery-room doors, but were confined to the “Stork Club,” a small r
Recently I was driving north on Ardmore Avenue. when a funeral procession approached from the south. I was pleasantly surprised and gratified when the cars and trucks ahead of me all pulled to the side of the road as the funeral procession passed.
Although it isn’t always a legal requirement f
The St. Therese Emergency Food Pantry had its beginnings in the early 1950s shortly after a St. Vincent de Paul (SVdP) conference was established at the parish in 1949, said Cheryl Mowan, district president of the Society in the Fort Wayne area.
“People used to come to the church office at 2304
The Waynedale Community Improvement Team (WCIT) and several area businesses will again sponsor an Easter Egg Hunt for the Waynedale Community at the Southwest Conservation Club on Saturday, March 26, beginning at 10:00 a.m. The Conservation Club is located at 5703 Bluffton Road.
This is a free ou
To misquote Joyce Kilmer’s poem Trees, “I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree – unless it’s artificial!”
Now don’t get me wrong, I love real trees, especially evergreens. We’ve moved many times, but we always make sure there’s an evergr
“I’m a volunteer kind of guy and not one of those people who sits in an aluminum chair in the driveway watching the cars go by…. I’ll be darn if I’m gonna get bored,” quipped Jim Bugert. In retirement he lives by a quote from RoseAnn McCarthy, a high-school clas
Fr. Lawrence Teteh, CSSp, recently assigned to St. Therese Parish, 2304 Lower Huntington Road, was installed as pastor at an installation Mass on Sunday, August 21, at 10:00 a.m. Msgr. Bernard Galic, episcopal vicar for region E of the Diocese of Fort Wayne-South Bend, celebrated the Mass. Msgr. G
He was a year-old shelter dog. But even an animal deserves a second chance in life, so we adopted this shaggy, skinny mutt along with his behavior baggage from possible abuse and neglect. For more than 13 years, he brought calamity, chaos, character and charm into our lives. He was loving almost to
Last summer we attended the 50th reunion of my high school graduation. We now join the curious chorus asking, “Where did all the years go?”
“It seems like only yesterday…” when we were walking the halls of Central Catholic High School with 378 of our classmates. Although I didn&
I can’t remember the product with which the following slogan is associated: “A day without ____________ is like a day without sunshine.”
Actually, you can substitute about anything in the blank space — chocolate, orange juice, coffee, a car, a cell phone — and it fits. I nearly had