This is St, Mary’s old church, or die alt Kirchee in Fredericksburg, Texas. Below is a closeup of the marker. We still use the work Kirk in Scotland to refer to Protestant churches, usually Church of Scotland. I knew a Scottish lady here in Texas who hunted fruitlessly for a church that resembled anything like churches in Scotland. Everything was either too Mega, think Joel Olsteen, or Happy Clappy as we refer to evangelists in Scotland. I suggested she try the Catholic Church as they are pretty similar all over the world. Her look of dismay could have turned me to stone…😈
Just across the road from these lovely churches is a dark, imposing building…
Doesn’t that look scary??? It is right across from both the courts and Catholic Cathedral just to enhance what poor life choices you made, back in the day. They don’t play around with Crime and Punishment in Texas.
I try to be a good citizen and I lit a candle in the church for my recently departed uncle. Then Teddy and I raised a glass of wine for him and he would have thoroughly approved. To add more brownie points for my ‘trying to get to Heaven’ profile, I intervened with a tourist situation in the fudge store. I saw a family of white Latin Americans, maybe Argentinean, speaking softly, in Spanish, while looking at the wonderful, delicioso fudge. The girl behind the counter couldn’t hear that they were speaking another language and she said, rather loudly, “Do y’alls want chocolate coated fudge?” They looked at her, perplexed, and I asked if I could help them. “Mi espanol es malo, voy a tratar!” They smiled and said they were just looking. I passed on the translation to the girl behind the counter who looked with astonishment at the German looking lady (me) who spoke Spanish. It is a small, strange world.
BTW, according to family records my Dellinger relative came to North Carolina from Oberacker in Bavaria. No wonder I like living in a forest…🌲🌲🌲
It’s time for some Friday fun! As you know my family are ‘eccentric’ and I have no end of real life stories that would work well in a comedy script. My aunt, who lives in Ireland, married a man in her 40s – he was a little older. They moved from London where they both worked to a newly built bungalow on his family land in County Monaghan. I have no idea why we are a little snotty about coming from County Sligo but they do seem to be a tiny bit less ‘straightforward’ than some of her neighbors. I am really tip-toeing through this so as not to offend any of my Irish followers!
My aunt’s sister in law (her husband from Monaghan’s sister) had gone to join a restrictive French convent near Paris in 1939 and nobody saw her again until the ’70s when they relaxed their rules and allowed her to travel. By this stage she had turned into a strange quasi French and Irish person, uniquely naive and really eccentric. She spoke English with a French accent. So every year she came for a visit and from what I gather…’guests, like poisson, begin to smell after 3 days’. One of the
rough straightforward neighbors had been begging to visit while Sister K was there. My aunt was unsure, concerned that some of her regular fecking might upset Sister K.
Finally, out of politeness, she had to give in and invited the neighbor along for afternoon tea. Perhaps she thought the occasion might lend some gravitas? All was delightful and both were probably incomprehensible to each other with strange accents. My aunt breathed a sigh of relief, as they went out the front door to see the neighbor to her car. Perhaps I should have mentioned that it was a gloriously hot day for Ireland, a rarity indeed. So, “goodbye, au revoir”, and the neighbor went into her car.
She immediately jumped out shouting, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I have burnt me fucking arse!“. Sister K’s face was a picture, “Mon Dieu!” and my aunt probably muttered, “For Chrissakes…” Ah, every time I tell that story, I burst out laughing and I hope you did too. Here is a clip for a Youtube video of my favorite satirical and hilarious series, Father Ted, about the Catholic Church in Ireland and the reason for the title.