Saint Anthony
“Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony please come around, something is lost that must be found”: a prayer I find myself saying too often. It’s said as a final plea for help after the drawers have been emptied, old receipts and dried up lip balms strewn across the floor and steps have been retraced to the local grocery checkout. It’s said when the search for car keys, teeth or sense of direction is in swing and eyes are peeled to places that said object could not fit. The prayer has been used for playful misplacements to credit cards, yet almost every time I ask myself how the ability to lose things comes as a second nature to my family. I am convinced that somewhere in the Bennett brain there is a tiny switch that turns off the ability to keep track of one's personal items, if no switch was found, my intrigue in this inability would excel. My mother, sister, grandma and I have lost nearly everything. When my grandma was alive I would visit her house down the hill to find her dainty, frail fingers covering her mouth at that fact that her fake teeth were somewhere in the tattered home. A search party would break out among the nearby,
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I often find joy in the search. When searching in the comfort of my home or my grandma’s, we were and are left with the hope that this item, this piece vital to our daily routine has to be somewhere. I often ask my mom how she is so prone to losing things, especially her sense of direction Sometimes I go back to this Bennett gene, or possibly her frizzing red hair. Maybe it’s her eight siblings and a single mother. A house that large and so much to keep track of, no possession seems to be claimed your own. Even my mother’s birthday was lost in walls of their home as she went to the DMV to find she had been celebrating two days earlier for 16
Deep in the thick swamps and woods of Northern Gulf County, amidst the buzz and sting of mosquitoes, chirps of squirrels, and swirls of the Apalachicola, is a long-lost story. One hundred and eighty years ago the town of Iola sprang out of the cypress swamp of what is now north east Gulf County. That small community, was, and still is an enigma in the wilderness of territorial Florida and has all but faded from the memory of Gulf County and is nothing but a boat ramp now.
Humans struggle their entire lives to find affection that satisfies them. We assign this affection to objects that we obtain throughout our lives. An engagement ring, for example, is a large meaning attached to a small object. While it still has quite a high expense, women care more about the man who it’s from than the store, well, hopefully. In Akiko Busch’s story The Uncommon Life of Common Objects, she explores the objects her two sons, and people in general, become attached to over time. There’s a certain box she brings up and says “Sometimes the little box had value, sometimes it had none, and its worth seemed to come and go, by pure chance” (1). She discusses why certain things are worth more than others and why certain things have more
The Saint I have chosen is Saint Gabriel the Archangel. I chose him to be my saint because, my name is Gabriela and he was God's messenger who told Mary she would be having Jesus. I also chose him because he was my Saint for First Grade Saint Presentation. Gabriel the Archangel is the Patron Saint of messengers, telecommunications, and those who work for the news. I can pray to Saint Gabriel about being a better follower of Jesus and spreading the word of God.
When I was told to choose a saint to be my patron saint for Confirmation, I thought the choice was obvious for me. It took me just a few moments and one quick touch to my neck to remember my patron saint, Saint Sebastian. I have a medal that I wear every time I leave the house with a picture of Saint Sebastian that says “Saint Sebastian Pray For Us.” I was given this medal when I was very young.
People hold on to pieces of jewelry, furniture, and other symbolic collectables that is passed through generations. These things can remind a person of a loved one that is seen as being priceless.
difficult item to adorn. And so the idea of Mary’s closet came to light. Because of my love of
There are many items that I have in my possession that make me feel accomplished or an item that I use just daily. There is however, some items that have absolutely no idea why I have, and continue to hold on to them. For example, I still have a karate trophy that I really don’t pride, a computer hard drive that should have been thrown away, and some empty boxes of Run Gum. It’s either I don’t want it or I don’t need it, and these three items I really should not have, but will continue to possess.
In addition, many saints and early Christian martyrs were passionate and stalwart in their faith in Jesus Christ, however, few were as resilient and daring as Saint Sebastian. Born in the mid-third century AD, very little is known about Saint Sebastian's early life except that it is believed that he was originally from a small France town called Narbonne and he might have been educated in Milan. After his teenage years, Saint Sebastian joined the Roman Army in 283 AD with an ulterior motive to protect and help other Christians who were being persecuted by the Romans. Saint Sebastian excelled in the Roman Army, eventually being promoted to Praetorian Guard to personally protect the Roman Emperor at the time, Diocletian. While serving in the Praetorian
Later that night, I had lost it. You know that feeling where you have completely given yourself up. Your mind, body, and soul are practically up for adoption holding a
I mean sure we’ve all lost something before but if we would have just put it back
On my left hand is a worn down brown leather watch with a grey face and a silver dial. With miscellaneous clock hands that somehow still tick. And what is usually in my left jean pocket, is my black leather wallet, who has seen better years, but still maintains the ability to hold my 1st grade school I.D. (as well as my current one) to my expired Starbucks gift cards, my apartment gate key. And I like to leave some room for the drivers permit papers that I still haven't gotten around to... In addition to the necessities that I use daily. I have kept a little toy police car that fits into that palm of my hand, that my grandfather had given to me. Unlike most things I loose, such as, pencils and pens, a single stance
Elizabeth MacCracken likes to keep documents by her family, from any of her relatives. Elizabeth McCracken’s grandfather was genealogist, the grandmother wrote stories, poems. I remember once opening a drawer full of letters she wrote to God. My other grandmother Jacobson’s my collection of family letters, she had 11 brothers and sisters most of them did write to her. She keeps diaries and laundry list and diplomas by all of her relatives. Her grandmother loves to save letters from Martha her kid’s nanny. Which it’s also my mother, she had said Martha had a very good child hood when she was little she also wrote to my traveling grandmother that the twins didn’t miss her at all
and my mom’s jewelry. They didn’t take nothing from me, and I had a stash of money. When we move at first me and my sister were sad because I was going to
Do you have an item that you have embraced since young? I am sure we all sure do. Yours could be a fluffy toy animal, a "blankie", or a memorable toy. As for Kathy, this previous possession is none other than her Judy Bridgewater "Songs After Dark" cassette tape. She adores this tape perhaps more than anything else in the entire book, including Tommy (or maybe not).
Saint Peter was born in Bethsaida Gaulanitis, Syria Roman Empire at around 1 AD. Peter’s feast day is on the twenty ninth of June. Bethsaida Gaulanitis was near where the Jordan River enters the Sea of Gennesaret. This place was abandoned at around 65 AD. Peter’s original name appointed to him by his parents was Simon, it became Peter when Jesus changed his name. His father’s name was Jonah. Jonah was a physically strong individual, hence he became a fisherman. Peter deeply followed in his father’s footsteps. His mother’s name was Perpetua. Not much is known about her. Peter also had a brother named, Andrew. Andrew was another one of Jesus’s twelve disciples. Peter did not go to school, he was just taught by his father in the trade of fishing