Where were you twenty years ago for Easter?

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Had moved from the city to a big old farm house that we rented ,three of the four children 5,3 and 1 and would have gone to the local church that is now closed.
 
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That makes me sad. We have some churches where I live, Protestant ones, that are fairly old, that are used for services every other week, because they’re in rural areas. Well old by American Standards, I’m sure some European is going to comment on this and say, “my Parish church is from 450” or something like that
 
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There are three within 30 km of me that have closed…so many of my generation didn’t bother about their faith when they left home 🤔
Australia needs a lot of prayers.
 
We were staying with relatives who lived in a different parish in the same city. We went to Mass two or three times, and on one of those occasions I was surprised to hear the priest say, in his homily, that he looked forward to the day when there would be women priests, in addition to male priests.
 
I think it makes it much worse doing that on Easter, because there are more people there, which is probably why it was on Easter.
 
I was in a one year visiting professor slot, gearing up for my more to a regular appointment a couple of months later.
 
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We were staying with relatives who lived in a different parish in the same city. We went to Mass two or three times, and on one of those occasions I was surprised to hear the priest say, in his homily, that he looked forward to the day when there would be women priests, in addition to male priests.
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I probably wouldn’t belong to that parish for very long if it were me.
 
I don’t remember that Easter specifically, but my wife and I were probably at her parents’ home for the weekend, attended a morning Mass, and then prepared and enjoyed a big holiday dinner. This was before the kids came aboard.
 
My husband and I were living in the house in which I now reside. It was the first house we owned since throughout his military career we either lived in quarters or rented. We were enjoying a partially empty nest with our son having graduated from college and was using his EE degree to support himself. Our daughter was in the process of obtaining her BA. That Easter however both came home and our son brought a guest with him. He had met a girl at a Catholic student retreat courtesy of his “little” sister. She was from Venezuela, tri-lingual, beautiful inside and out, intelligent, funny and fit right in with our family. She was the answer to my many prayers for my son and yes, she did become his wife. My daughter in law and I often fondly remember that Easter weekend.
 
Twenty years ago, hubby and I were still living in our metal pole shop. Hadn’t gotten our house built, yet, and we were struggling to find a company that would honor our vision for our custom log home, and respect our wishes as paying customers. We still can’t believe the arrogance and disrespect we encountered in the custom log home industry!

I had just started planting a small flower garden, which has since expanded and evolved into the gigantic spread it is, today.

I had enrolled in training to become a CNA (certified nursing assistant), and learned right away that I was best cut out for in-home caregiving, so that’s when I became a home health aide.

I was still getting acclimated to the extreme seasons here in the inland northwest. Having come from southern California where it’s mild all year around, it was quite a change for me to realize that, if lucky, I had three good months a year of growing season, and that was it.

I brought my skills and training as a Swedish massage practitioner up here, and serviced several clients until I retired around 2010. Then I sold my table and other equipment and accessories.

Now, I pretty much do as I please, and that’s pretty nice.
 
@JanR I enjoyed reading your reminiscing. Did you ever get to build the log home? That was a pipe dream of my late husband that he never got to realize among others. He was a Mountain Man wanna be. Built his own flintlock rifle and hunted with a recurve bow. We lived four years in Alaska and although I grew up in the cold northeastern states, I can relate to what you said about getting acclimated! My hubby would have liked to go back to AK. As a retired RN I respect those who worked home health. It takes a special kind of person to give the total care that requires.
 
Thank you for the kind words.

We did finally get our “custom” log home built.

When I was doing Swedish massage, I did exclusively outcall, meaning, I went to people’s homes so they wouldn’t have to drive to a facility and hassle with parking, etc. And I wouldn’t have to pay rent on a building, etc.

Unfortunately, to this day, there is some prejudice against outcall massage. It got a bad reputation in the 1970s, because people associated it with massage parlors, many of which were fronts for prostitution.

My practice was strictly therapeutic, and my clients signed a form acknowledging that and agreeing to it before I would proceed. I had about an equal number of male and female clients, all of whom I was able to help.

I’m a bit of an earth mother, myself. In fact, that’s what I called my massage practice: “Earth Mother Outcall Massage”.

Alaska is the extreme frontier in many ways, climate being only one.

Sounds like we are kindred spirits.
 
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