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By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9905-2/28/19
On Sunday, Feb. 6, 1803, a Catholic priest arrived to Savannah and the small Catholic community requested that he celebrate Mass. Father Oliver Le Mercier had once been assigned to the parish church of St. John the Baptist in Savannah, founded just a few years before by newly arrived French-speaking Catholics who had fled both the Haitian Revolution to the south and the French Revolution to the east. These refugees fled fearing for their lives and became the first Catholic citizens of Savannah. 
 
By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9905-2/28/19

Paul and I traveled to Savannah last weekend to join about a hundred other couples from our diocese who were celebrating Silver and Golden Jubilees. We made a weekend out of it with our good friends Bill and Kajse, who got married a few months before us so many moons ago.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9905-2/28/19

The famous poet Robert Frost once wrote, “good fences make good neighbors,” but it could be said that “shirtless, wild boys sprinting through the yard with sticks make for no neighbors.” 

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9905-2/28/19

El 6 de febrero de 1803 llegó un sacerdote a la ciudad de Savannah y la pequeña comunidad católica de la ciudad le pidió que celebrara una Misa. El Padre Oliver Le Mercier había sido anteriormente asignado a la Parroquia de San Juan Bautista en Savannah la cual había sido fundada pocos años antes por católicos francófonos quienes habían huido de la revolución haitiana al sur y la revolución francesa en Europa. Estos refugiados huyeron temerosos por sus vidas y se convirtieron en los primeros ciudadanos católicos de Savannah.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9904-2/14/19
By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9904-2/14/19

Two of our very dearest friends celebrated the marriage of their daughter last week, a strange new event where we are no longer peers of the bride but of the mother of the bride. How very surreal to watch our good buddy Dennis walk his daughter down the aisle, when it seems like just a few weeks ago we were all members of each other’s wedding parties.

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9904-2/14/19

“How much do you think our painter would charge to paint the inside of the house?” rolled off of Magan’s tongue harmlessly just as a bite of greens rolled onto mine during our New Year’s Day supper.

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9904-2/14/19
By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9903-1/31/19

Leer en Espanol

When I was in the fifth grade, I placed beans over moist cotton balls inside clear plastic cups and waited. Soon enough, a slender green shoot sprung forth from one of the beans. I still clearly remember the excitement I felt to see life spring forth from the small, plain bean. The shoot grew quickly, and its bright green color stood in contrast to the dark bean. I do not recall the exact topic of the science fair project

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9903-1/31/19

Our son Henry got braces last week, which instantly aged him by at least three years. He went into the appointment looking like our sweet youngest son and emerged a few hours later, mouth full of metal, looking rather “teenager-y.”

 

I sent a picture of Henry and his new smile to our family group chat.

 

“He grew up right before our eyes,” said college sophomore Elliott.

 

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