February 2: Ordinary Time

That’s the liturgical season that comes after Epiphany, which ends today, February 2. We all know “ordinary” means quotidian, uninteresting. But it also means ..basic, reliable, and relating to a duty attached to one’s office or station in life. F’rinstance, it used to refer to the standard bill of fare of an inn or restaurant. … Continue reading February 2: Ordinary Time

Elegy

“Neither with praise not with blame shall ye judge the poor farmer”…begins Christopher LaFarge’s novel in verse, Hoxsie Sells His Acres (1934), and continues “Praise not nor blame not,—but try to recapture the essence, Tell your children the story, explain the elusive Troublesome thing that gives to each word that they utter Something of quality, … Continue reading Elegy

The Doctors’ Plot and “Kill all the lawyers!”

Being a professional in America used to be a very cool thing. It was never that way in the Olde Countrie: doctors were just tradesmen who had to enter the great houses through the servants’ entrance, and lawyers, divided into barristers and solicitors, didn’t enjoy high status either. Look at Sydney Carton in the first … Continue reading The Doctors’ Plot and “Kill all the lawyers!”

A Quarter Century….

..today, since my father died. This is really depressing, when your parents have been dead that long already. He was a big man, a large presence, unfailingly kind, a doctor, a lay minister, a philanthropist, handsome, splendid. Readers, I wish you could have known him. Everyone who did was happier for the experience. Memoro.