Her Light Shines On Us

Michelle Dazé

Michele, a brilliant belle

These are words that go together well

Our Michele

--Photos taken from Senior Yearbook

Immaculate Heart High School

--Photos provided by Susan Godachy

In Fellowship With St. Timothy's

Classmate Susan Godachy

Photo provided by Susan Godachy

Photo was taken on the last day of school in front of the school bus when Susan was in the 5th grade. Susan was a student with us at St. Mary Magdalen from kindergarten thru 5th grade. Susan was one of several classmates who were transferred to St. Timothy's. She was a student there in 6th, 7th and 8th grades.

Una Poca De Gracia

La Bamba

Para bailar La Bamba

In order to dance La Bamba

Para bailar La Bamba

In order to dance La Bamba

Se necessita una poca de gratia

You need a little bit of grace

Una poca de gracia

A little bit of grace

Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, ay arriba

For me, for you, ah up, ah up (or higher and higher)

Ay, arriba arriba

Ah, up, up (literally "faster, faster")

Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere

By you I will be, by you I will be, by you I will be

Yo no soy marinero

I am not a sailor

Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan

I am not a sailor, I am a captain

Soy capitan, soy capitan

I am a captain, I am a captain

Bamba, bamba

Bamba, bamba

Bamba, bamba, bam

Para bailar La Bamba

Para bailar La Bamba

Se necessita una poca de gracia

Una poca de gracia

Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, ay arriba

(Guitar solo - Ritchie and instrumental)

Para bailar La Bamba

Para bailar La Bamba

Se necessita una poca de gracia

Una poca de gracia

Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, ay arriba

Ay, arriba arriba

Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere

Bamba, bamba

Bamba, bamba

(FADES)

Bamba, bamba

--Richard Steven Valenzuela (Ritchie Valens), Pacoima, CA, La Bamba, 1958

Hello Muddah! Hello Fadduh!

Hello Muddah! Hello Fadduh!

Here I am at Camp Granada.

Camp is very entertaining,

And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivey.

He developed poison ivy.

You remember Lynnard Skynnard?

He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.

All the counselors hate the waiters.

And the lake has alligators.

And the head coach wants no sissies,

So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.

Now I don't want this to scare ya,

But my bunk mate has malaria.

You remember Jeffrey Hardy?

They're about to organize a searching party.

Take me home.

Oh Muddah, Fadduh,

Take me home.

I hate Granada.

Don't leave me

Out in the forest where, I might

Get eaten by a bear.

Take me home.

I promise I will not make noise,

Or mess the house with other boys.

Oh, please don't make me stay,

I've been here one whole day.

Dearest Fadduh, Darling Muddah,

How's my precious, little bruddah?

Let me come home if you miss me.

I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me!

Wait a minute!

It's stop hailing.

Guys are swimming.

Guys are sailing.

Playing baseball.

Gee! That's better.

Muddah, Fadduh, kindly disregard this letter!

--Lyrics by Allan Sherman, Music by Allan Sherman and Lou Busch, Sung by Allan Sherman, Released August 1963

Mother Mary Comes To Me

Coronation Of Mary

In the United States, a custom developed that grew in popularity prior to the Vatican II Council (10-11-1962 thru 12-08-1965). At parishes, at Marian shrines, and at grottos, someone was chosen to place a wreath of flowers on Mary's image.This ceremony usually took place in May and often in the context of a Benediction, a special Rosary celebration, and sometimes at the closing of Mass. The practice continues in many parishes throughout the United States. Many parishes have found innovative ways to express their reverence for the dignity of Mary, the Mother of God and of our Lord Jesus Christ.

1. Make a big crown out of chicken wire or similar wire with holes large enough to stick flower stems through it. The crown will be flat or semi-curved.

2. Have every child bring whatever flowers can be found.

3. Explain that every flower is different and every flower is God's gift.

4. Explain the reason we thank Mary is she brought Jesus to us. We thank Mary and love her because she loved Jesus! She also loves us and wants to do everything possible to bring us to Jesus. When Jesus was a little boy, He probably picked His mother's flowers too--just as we do--and took them to Mary!

5. During the actual ceremony, have a procession that EVERYONE takes part in. During the procession decades of the rosary, interspersed with songs, can be prayed and sung.

6. Have three "moms" positioned behind the crown. The children (and all participants) stick in the flower stems; the moms pull from behind to make sure the flowers stay in and get spaced a bit. Line the little ones up two or three in a row in the procession.

7. The crown will last only a day, but it will be beautiful! The children will ALL have crowned, and it will have been a joyful time for them.

--From the Marian Library/International Marian Research Institute, Dayton, Ohio

This Mighty Sound

Here I Come To Save The Day

Mister Trouble never hangs around

When he hears this Mighty sound:

"Here I come to save the day!"

That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!

Yes sir, when there is a wrong to right

Mighty Mouse will join the fight

On the sea or on the land

He gets the situation well in hand

So though we are in danger

We never despair

'Cause we know that where's there's danger

He is there!

He is there! On the land! On the sea! In the air!

We're not worrying' at all

We're just listening for his call:

"Here I come to save the day!"

That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!

--Music by Philip Scheib, Lyrics by Marshall Barer, Sung by Roy Halee, 1955

On The Flipside Of The 45

Ahab The Arab

Let me tell you 'bout Ahab The Arab

The Sheik of the burning sand

He had emeralds and rubies just dripping off 'a him

And a ring on every finger of his hands

He wore a big turbine wrapped around his head

And a scimitar by his side

And every evening about midnight

He'd jump on his camel named Clyde...and ride

(Spoken)

Silently through the night to the sultan's tent where he would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seventh Veils, swingingest grade "A' number one U.S. choice dancer in the Sultan's whole harem, 'cause, hey, him and her had a thing going. You know, and they'd been carrying on for some time now behind the Sultan's back and you could hear him talk to his camel as he rode out across the dunes, his voice would cut through the still night desert air and he'd say

(imitate Arabian speech)

which is arabic for, "stop, Clyde" and Clyde would say

(imitate camel voice)

which is camel for, "What the heck did he say anyway?" Well...

He brought that camel to a screeching halt. At the rear of Fatima's tent jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner and into the tent he went. There he saw Fatima laying on a Zebra skin rug, wearing rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. And a bone in her nose, ho ho

There she was friends in all her radiant beauty, eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate, bowl of chitterlings, two bananas, three Hershey bars, sipping on a "R C" Co-Cola listening to her transistor, watching the Grand Ole Opry on the tube reading the Mad magazine while she sung, "Does your chewing gum lose its flavor?" and Ahab walked up to her and he said,

(imitate Arabian speech)

which is arabic for, "Let's twist like we did last summer, baby."(laughter) You know what I mean! Whew! She looked up at him from off the rug, give him one of the sly looks, she said, (coy, girlish laugh)  "Crazy baby." 'Round and around and around and around...etc.

And that's the story 'bout Ahab The Arab

The Sheik of the Burnin' sand

Ahab The Arab

The swinging Sheik of the burnin' sand.

--Ray Stevens, Ahab The Arab, 1962

True Hearted Penmen

Letter

What tribute can friendship bestow

That we can appreciate better

Than gems of affection that glow

On each written page of a letter?

What treasures that fortune can give

Has half the pleasure imparted;

That flows from the lines we receive

From those that we know are true hearted?

Go, bring from the depths of the mine

The diamond that sparkles the brightest;

Go, bring from the sea --maiden's shrine--

The pearl that is purest and whitest.

Go, gather the trophies of art

That burnish the hall of a nation;

They'll wake no response in the heart

Of one in the lowliest station.

Like the dear little missive of love

Which cheers the lone hour of dejection,

And comes with its solace to prove

The depth and the strength of affection.

Let others in craftness take

The pearls that are brought from the ocean,

But give me the letters that wake

A thrill of delightful emotion.

There's nothing that friends can bestow,

Which my heart can appreciate better

Than gems of affection that glow

On each written page of a letter.

--From Penman's Art Journal, Vol.1-No.1, Pottsville, PA, March 1877

Fountain Pens  Ink Bottles  Ink Cartridges  Bic Pens

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Who's the leader of the club

That's made for you and me

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there

You're as welcome as can be

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Mickey Mouse! Donald Duck!

Mickey Mouse! Donald Duck!

Forever let us hold our banner

High! High! High! High!

Come along and sing a song

And join the jamboree!

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Mickey Mouse club

Well have fun

We'll be new faces

High! High! High! High!

We'll do things and

We'll go places

All around the world

We'll go marching

Who's the leader of the club

That's made for you and me

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho!, there

You're as welcome as can be

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Mickey Mouse! Donald Duck!

Mickey Mouse! Donald Duck!

Forever let us hold our banner

High! High! High! High!

Come along and sing a song

And join the jamboree!

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

--Television show created by Walt Disney, Produced by Walt Disney Productions, 1955

Walked A Giant Of A Man

Big Bad John

Big John, Big John

Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive

He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five

Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip

And everybody knew,

you didn't give no lip to Big John

(CHORUS)

(Big John, Big John)

Big Bad John

(Big John)

Nobody seemed to know where John called home

He just drifted into town and stayed all alone

He didn't say much,

he kinda quiet and shy

And if he spoke at all, He just said "Hi" to Big John

Somebody said he came from New Orleans

Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen

And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand

Sent a Louisiana fellow to the Promised Land,

Big John

(CHORUS)

Then came the day at the bottom of the mine

When a timber cracked and men started cryin'

Miners were praying' and hearts beat fast

And everybody thought

That they breathed their last, 'cept John

Through the dust

And the smoke of this man-made hell

Walked a giant of a man

That the miners knew well 

Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan

And like a giant oak tree

He just stood there alone,

Big John

(CHORUS)

And with all his strength he gave a mighty shove

Then a miner yelled out, "There's a light above"

And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave

Now there's only one left down there to save,

Big John

With jacks and timbers they started back down

Then came that rumble way down in the ground

And the smoke and gas belched out of that mine

Everybody knew it was the end of the line for

Big John

(CHORUS)

Now they never reopen that worthless pit

They just placed a marble stand in front of it

These few words are written on that stand

At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man

Big John

(Big John, Big John)

Big Bad John

(Big John)

(Big John)

Big Bad John

--Jimmy Dean, Big Bad John, Released in 1961

Play Your Didgeridoo

Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport

There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying.

He gets himself up on one elbow and 'e turns to his mates, who are all gathered around and he says:

Watch me wallabies feed, mate

Watch me wallabies feed,

They're a dangerous breed, mate

So watch me wallabies feed

All together now

(CHORUS)

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo, down

Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl

Keep me cockatoo cool

Ah, don't go acting the fool, Curl

Just keep me cockatoo cool

All together now

(CHORUS)

'n' take me koala back, Jack

Take me koala back

He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac

So take me koala back

All together now

(CHORUS)

And mind me platypus duck, Bill

Mind me platypus duck

Ah, don't let 'im go running amok, Bill

Just mind me platypus duck

All together now

(CHORUS)

Play your didgeridoo, Blue

Play your didgeridoo

Ah, like, keep playin' 'till I shoot thru, Blue

Play your didgeridoo

All together now

(CHORUS)

Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred

Tan me hide when I'm dead

So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde

And that's it hangin' on the shed!!!

All together now

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Tie my kangaroo down, sport

Tie my kangaroo down

--words and music by Rolf Harris, peak Billboard position #3, 1963

Dancing and Social Graces

Elisa Ryan Cotillions

With Handkerchiefs In Hand

Photo provided by Bob Jarrett.

Waltz...Foxtrot...Viennese Waltz...Cha Cha

American Tango...West Coast Swing

The Twist...Mash Potato...The Slauson

Line Dancing...The Two-Step

Sukiyaki -- The Song's Name In The U.S.

"Ue o Muite Aruko"

"I Look Up When I Walk"

Ue o muite arukoo

I look up when I walk

Namida ga kabore nai yoo ni

So the tears won't fall

Omoidasu haru no hi

Remembering those happy spring days

Hitoribotchi no yoru

But tonight I'm all alone

Ue o muite arukoo

I look up when I walk

Nijinda hoshi o kazoete

Counting the stars with tearful eyes

Omoidasu natsu no hi

Remembering those happy summer days

Hitoribotchi no yoru

But tonight I'm all alone

Shiawasi wa kumo no ue ni

Happiness lies beyond the clouds

Shiawasi wa sora no ue ni

Happiness lies above the sky

Ue o muite arukoo

I look up when I walk

Namida ga kabore nai yoo ni

So the tears won't fall

Nakinagara aruku

Though my heart is filled with sorrow

Hitoribotchi no yoru

For tonight I'm all alone

(whistling)

Omoidasu aki no hi

Remembering those happy autumn days

Hitoribotchi no yoru

But tonight I'm all alone

Kanashimi wa hoshi no kagi ni

Sadness hides in the shadow of the stars

Kanashimi wa tsuki no kagi ni

Sadness lurks in the shadow of the moon

Ue o muite arukoo

I look up when I walk

Namida ga kabore nai yoo ni

So the tears won't fall

Nakinagara aruku

Though my heart is filled with sorrow

Hitoribotchi no yoru

For tonight I'm all alone

(whistling)

--sung by Kyu Sakamoto, Ue o Muite Aruko

--released 1961 (Japan) 1963 (U.S.)

--lyrics by  Rokusuke Ei --music by Hachidai  Nakamura  

Our Pagan Babies Are Doing Good

They were called "pagan babies," an appellation that would never be used today. When Oblate Father Andrew Small asked who remembered them at the inaugural World Mission Dinner in New York, a few hands went up, mostly belonging to people with gray hair.

But Father Small, national director of the Pontifical Mission Societies in the United States, wasn't apologizing for the old "adoption" program in which children in Catholic schools would save their pennies. When they reached $5, they then 'ransomed' a child overseas, got a certificate and the right to name the child being looked after by missionary sisters, brothers and priests abroad. The money collected in the United States  went to help feed, clothe and educate them.

"We can smile at it now at perhaps how silly it was," Father Small said. "But, in fact, the entire program was rooted in a sense of solidarity and charity in the broadest understanding of the word. No one was, in fact, adopted or bought. Despite its apparent condescending tone at times, it instilled a radical sense of urgency in children that we are responsible for one another."

Those who would like to know what became of their "pagan babies" will get a chance to find out when Pontifical Mission Societies formally launches its Great Works Campaign in the coming months.

The campaign will celebrate the legacy of love and support the program offered, and recall the babies with whom American children once connected through the Holy Childhood Association. An interactive website will feature video interviews with some of the former "pagan babies," now nuns, priests and catechists in their homelands.

Some became doctors and lawyers and school teachers and others became lay catechists, sisters and priests, operating clinics and schools, colleges and seminaries," Father Small explained, "and let me tell you something--they need your help today as much as they needed it 30 and 40 years ago."

--From article "Support for "pagan babies" showed solidarity, mission leader says," 

Catholic News Service, May 23, 2012.

SMM School Girl Uniform And Graduation In Church

Thank you Maria Pigati for these photos! Great memories!

Sing With Us Ye Seraphim

Hail, Holy Queen

Hail, Holy Queen enthroned above, O Maria!

Hail, Mother of mercy and of love, O Maria!

Triumph all ye cherubim!

Sing with us ye seraphim!

Heaven and earth resound the hymn!

Salve, salve, salve, Regina!

Our life, our sweetness here below, O Maria!

Our hope in sorrow and in woe, O Maria!

Triumph all ye cherubim!

Sing with us ye seraphim!

Heaven and earth resound the hymn!

Salve, salve, salve, Regina!

Infinite Thy Vast Domain

Holy God, We Praise Thy Name

Holy God, we praise thy Name;

Lord of all, we bow before thee!

All on earth thy scepter claim,

all in heaven above adore thee;

infinite thy vast domain,

everlasting is thy reign.

Hark! The loudest celestial hymn

angel choirs above are raising,

cherubim and seraphim,

in unceasing chorus praising;

fill the heavens with sweet accord:

Holy, holy, holy Lord.

Easter Time

The fifty days from the Sunday of the Resurrection to Pentecost Sunday are celebrated in joy and exultation as one feast day, indeed, as one "great Sunday" (St. Athanasius, Epistula. festalis: PG26, 1366).

These are the days above all others in which the Alleluia is sung.

The Sundays of this time of year are considered to be Sundays of Easter and are called, after Easter Sunday itself, the Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Sundays of Easter. This sacred period of fifty days concludes with Pentecost Sunday.

The first eight days of Easter Time constitute the Octave of Easter and are celebrated as Solemnities of the Lord.

--(Universal Norms on the Liturgical Year and the Calendar, nos.22-24)

Holy Saturday

"On Holy Saturday the Church waits at the Lord's tomb in prayer and fasting, meditating on his Passion and Death and on his Descent into Hell, and awaiting his Resurrection. The Church abstains from the Sacrifice of the Mass, with the sacred table left bare, until after the solemn Vigil, that is, the anticipation by night of the Resurrection, when the time comes for pashal joys, the abundance of which overflows to occupy fifty days."

"Baptism, the original and full sign of which is immersion, efficaciously signifies the descent into the tomb by the Christian who dies to sin with Christ in order to live a new life. ' We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death, so that as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life.'" (CCC628)

--From our Daily Roman Missal, Third Edition, Large Print

Good Friday

The Celebration of the Passion of the Lord

Stations of the Cross

JESUS IS CONDEMNED TO DEATH

"...if only men had wanted to give a different outlet for God's love"

JESUS TAKES UP HIS CROSS

"Truly the cross of Jesus is gentle and lovable"

JESUS FALLS THE FIRST TIME

"From the depths of our soul there comes an act of real contrition"

JESUS MEETS HIS BLESSED MOTHER

"Our Lady offers her son a comforting balm of tenderness..."

SIMON OF CYRENE HELPS JESUS TO CARRY THE CROSS

"I was found by those who sought me not"

VERONICA WIPES THE FACE OF JESUS

"The sweat and the blood which disfigure and tarnish his features serve to cleanse us" 

JESUS FALLS A SECOND TIME

"May our stumbles and defeats separate us from him no more"

JESUS CONSOLES THE WOMEN OF JERUSALEM

"...if he, Jesus, had not strengthened us with the light of his most loving glance"

JESUS FALLS THE THIRD TIME

"...taking the holy cross into my arms, so that I, in my turn, may fulfill your most lovable will"

JESUS IS STRIPPED OF HIS GARMENTS

"...to climb up to the cross we must have our heart free..."

JESUS IS NAILED TO THE CROSS

"And, on the cross, all his gestures, all his words are of love, a love both calm and strong"

JESUS DIES ON THE CROSS

"Love sacrifice; it is the fountain of interior life"

JESUS IS LAID IN THE ARMS OF HIS BLESSED MOTHER

"The Blessed Virgin is our mother, and we do not wish to--we cannot--leave her alone"

JESUS IS LAID IN THE TOMB

"We must give our life for others"

--From our Daily Roman Missal, Third Edition, Large Print