My Bookish Granddaughter

Claudia’s  parentage / grandparentage is definitely showing here – at 22 months.  Definitely a Weldon streak in there.

Full book report at Spring on Mars

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Normal Service to Resume

There’s good and bad news on my laptop saga. Whereas I first thought it would need professional repairs, and then thought I might be able to function provisionally just by reloading Windows – its gone from bad to worse.and I now suspect the thing is effectively beyond repair. The good news is that my daughter has given me her old laptop. This suits m very well – even before the current disaster, my old now was clearly in need of some attention – a professional cleanup, new battery, new power adaptor, upgrade to Windows 7 – which would have been expensive. Now, there is no more need for any immediate expenditure.

 

So, I’m functioning again, with more material lined up for publication – but not quite ready yet. It’s also late, and my fingers are still finding their way around an unfamiliar keyboard, so no more tonight. For tomorrow and the next few days, this is what’s coming;

What is a gay priest to do? (Part 3)

John McNeill’s Christmas Reflection

Put Christ Into Christianity – Essential Self-giving

John McNeill’ Taking a Chance on God – Book and Film

More on Queer Saints and Martyrs

See you tomorrow.

Christmas Greetings: Seasonal Shutdown

My laptop has chosen Christmas Eve to have a fit of serious sulks, and go on strike. I fer this will require proper professional attention, and is unlikely to be resolved until after New Year.   The very limited internet access I will have until then will be severely rationed to  email correspondence and essential site maintenance – clearing spam, comment moderation and the like.  So – an enforced break from writing and posting.

This could be a god thing – more time for reading, thinking and reflection.  See you all in the New Year.

Happy Birthday, QTC: 2 Years Old Today!


Two years ago today, I wrote my first post. As my primary aims and intentions have not changed, I reproduce it below in full – except for some more careful editing.

Come In, and Come Out:

Welcome to your world

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As gay Catholics, we have often found ourselves double outsiders. As a sexual minority in a world where heterosexuality is routinely taken for granted, and even suffered ridicule, discrmination, violence or worse, we have often felt excluded, left out – or even invisible.  Typically, we have felt even more rejected in the churches than in the secular world, with widespread condemnation of the ‘sin’ of homosexuality.  This hostility from the religious establishhment has led to a counter-reaction from many in the LGBT community, who see religion as the architect and driving force behind our ‘oppression’, and consequently refuse to have any truck with organised religion.  The result for gay Catholics is too often, exclusion by both camps.  I have often heard the observation from my gay Catholic friends, that it can be as difficult to be out as Catholic in the gay community, as it is to be out as gay in the world at large. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m Back

But (possibly) in a small way.

Last week I was fully occupied with travelling and preparations for Mom’s funeral, and then the funeral day itself – as well as time with a fairly substantially sized family. I was fortunate in having good internet access for much of the week – but limited time to do much more than read mail, check the most basic information elsewhere, and some minimal posting and site maintenance. I did get to read your comments and good wishes, for which I once again thank you all.

This week. I have moved on to Johannesburg for a few days recovery time with my daughter Barbara and two grandchildren, with all the time in the world for reading and writing – but with an idiosyncratic and unreliable net connection. I am hoping to get back to regular daily posting, but already my plans yesterday were disrupted. My attempts to prepare a lengthy post for All Saints day came to naught when my work was regularly disrupted by interruptions to the internet connection, and then by a fearsome thunderstorm last evening. Johannesburg is one of the world’s lighting hotspots, and just a few days ago Barbara’s laptop was fried by a lightning strike. Discretion won out over the calendar, and I shut down early. My post for All Saints day was consequently posted a day late – but dated yesterday.

Today, all seems rosy. The connection is good (so far), and I have already been able to publish one post, and schedule another (an All Soul’s Day reflection on burying our queer dead) for  publication later, at 12 noon GMT. If this keeps up, I should be able to maintain a good flow of daily posting from here on in. I have a lot to write about. Thank you for your support and patience during my absence – it’s good to be back with you again.

 

In Memoriam Doreen Weldon (21.08.1928 – 24.10.10), True Catholic

When I first reported that I was on my way to my mother’s funeral, I had many helpful words of condolence and support, for which I thank everyone. One message in particular has stayed in my thoughts as I have been reflecting on Mom’s life, and how   although she was raised a Seventh Day Adventist, she came to be in my mind, a true Catholic in the fullest sense. This observation was that because we are formed by our parents, they never leave us. This has led me to consider how Mom was indeed shaped by her parents, Clarence and Sarah Sussens.

Both, but Clarence especially, were devout and strict Seventh Day Adventists. Doreen grew up SDA, but converted in 1947, aged 18, in order to marry my father, Patrick, who was unshakeable in his loyalty to the Catholic faith – even though he seldom attended Mass except for Christmas, weddings and funerals.  She went through the obligatory instruction classes, and proceeded to live as best she could within the rules she had been taught. Typically for her generation, she bore a large family, and in spite of the obvious financial difficulties that ensued, she and Patrick did their best to ensure that all of us were educated in Catholic schools. She personally shepherded her growing brood to Mass and the sacraments, including regular confession. Read the rest of this entry »

Happy Birthday, Elfbaby.

You would think that with Claudia Paige Thalia Rude-Weldon to choose from, Mum would not need to resort to yet another name – but no, not my daughter.  She never was one for given names. First,  she unilaterally adjusted the spelling of her own name, then renamed her nephew “spot” (logical, really, because  that was how we first met Patrick – a tiny spot on her mother’s first ultrasound, which said mother proudly disseminated as her first baby pics.)  She still calls him Spot (at 6 years old), but then he gets to call her Pobble. (See Edward Lear.  One of he few useful things I know I have given my daughter is a love of comic verse – hence Claudia’s third name:  “Thalia” – the Greek muse of comic verse. With Pobble for mother, and moi for gramps, the child had best prepare now for a lifetime of regular rhythm, twisted logic and ingenious rhymes. Along with Eartha Kitt, Gilbert & Sullivan  and Broadway musicals.  I blame my own father.)

Elfbaby is twelve  months young today.

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