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The churches were created by 19th century immigrants from Austria and Germany. But the art is said to have been painted by itinerant artists later around the turn of the century, who advertised in the San Antonio paper. The other beautifully painted church, St. Mary of the Assumption, we visited is at Praha, outside of Flatonia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Mary%27s_Church_of_the_Assumption_(Praha,_Texas)
Now, I'm beginning to think I better paint another picture of the church at Praha to have an authentic image of the Grotto and what I saw today. I don't want to get into trouble with any ghosts who may have been hanging around the Grottos that I saw today. And I'm looking forward to visiting the other painted churches in Fayette County on other day trips. http://www.texasescapes.com/CentralTexasTownsSouth/PaintedChurchesTour.htm
Many Christmas Eves ago, I remember going to the Koether farm for presents, food, and firework display. My what a celebration it was. This afternoon as I was mixing my easy microwave fudge recipe, I thought of all the goodies Aunt Willie Mae and Grandma cooked for us. It was a mammoth table full of all kinds of candies, cakes, sandwiches, dips, potato salad and seasonal meats. They must have had to start getting ready weeks in advance. Their fudge was not instant like mine. And their divinity was devine. The Koether family was most generous with numerous gifts for all their children and grandchildren. When the night become dark, we gathered outside to watch the outburst of color from the tons of fireworks our uncles, Bill and El set off to the excitement of us all. Afterwards, we returned to our home to collapse in bed with visions of sugar plums dancing through our heads and tummies. Oh what a Christmas eve those were.
PROFESSOR -JOSEPH LOPREATO, SOCIOBIOLOGIST,
JULY, 1928- MARCH,2015
It was January, 1977 when the heavy classroom door banged
open and shut. I glanced to my left and first spotted our professor, a short
man with black hair slicked back on his head, wearing horn rimmed glasses with
a show of intellect and social savvy. He pranced down the aisle toward the
podium. He had a happy, but somewhat cocky grin on his face, as he glanced toward
us students, the small group to his right. The professor showed a flamboyant
style of confidence in a manner of vitality that a conductor of a small
symphony attacks an often and repeated performance with much love and gusto.
As he settled his notes on the tall stand with the sun
shining brightly through the windows behind, I expected to see at any moment a
baton with symphony music mysteriously appearing from somewhere in the room. I
realized I was observing a maestro that was preparing to give us a “Great
Performance” and he surely did as the semester evolved.
The Maestro Professor
greeted us in his deep melodic voice with an Italian accent
and vocabulary I had
never experienced in all my years, I
immediately knew I was totally unprepared, as a student from rural south Texas.
But in his European voice he assured us we were in for a flight to which he
would expose our minds to the greatest thinkers of sociological theory,
Vilfredo Pareto, Emile Durkheim, Karl Marx, etc. And if we opened our minds, listened and
studied with him it would be worth it. He would teach us logic through these
great scientists that would bring enrichment and much meaning to our
And so he did. My mind was indeed open and grasped so much
that has carried me through years of teaching and observing human behavior. I
will always be grateful for the education I received from my wonderful
professors in sociology, and especially from Professor Joseph Lopreato. Yes, he
will be sorely missed, but his spirit will live in the minds of many through
generations of his students. I can still
hear his voice point out the teachings of Pareto’s logic and nonlogic of human
behavior. Then I better understand the
world around me. THANK YOU PROFESSOR LOPREATO.
I enjoy people watching. It's part of my sociology training. Especially interesting is watching culturally different people in the San Marcos Outlet Mall. During this time of year I've seen many Mexican Nationals shopping and interacting with their families. Today, I waited in the car while my husband ran in a shop to exchange a purchase he made before Christmas. I looked around the parking lot and saw two cars drive up close to where we parked. One man jumped out of a car and directed the driver of the other to back up several feet so the two cars had about eight feet between the hoods of their cars. They were facing each other. This small amount space provided an isolated location protected from traffic. It's where I observed their interaction.
The four men were similar in age, dress, and bearded dark faces. Their stocking caps fit closely on their heads. Three of them wore rubber like shoes without socks and one wore socks with his shoes. They were laughing and seemed to have an objective, parking where they did. First, they pulled out 4 rugs, around 2'x4' in size. The style was not your typical type or the Mexican colorful design I have in my house. I decided the rugs were more of an Asian influence. With my guessing, I began to suspect they were definitely not people I was used to seeing at the Mall interacting in this manner.
One of the men picked up a bottle of water and poured it on his hands and arms. He repeated this action several times. Then he picked up his stocking feet and poured water on them and rubbed them. The other men who were without stockings poured the bottled water on their bare feet. They repeated this several times, as well. My husband returned to the car and I told him to drive around the cars so I could watch what they were doing. Of course he was not going to have anything to do with my being so nosy. But as we began to drive away, I looked over to the four men who were kneeling between the two cars on their individual rugs. In unison, they kneeled over and touched their heads to the ground at exactly the same time. At this point I realized I was probably observing Muslim men praying together.
This was a different experience for me to observe, since I live in a small south central Texas town and never have seen a ritual, such as this. But this is central Texas which has the fastest growing population in the country, according to Demographers and Census people. The site I saw demonstrates how different cultures are emerging and becoming more visible in our state.
I researched some of the actions I observed of the Muslim interactions. First of all I found that today, January 3rd, 2015 is the birthday of the Prophet Muhammad. And although there are different ways to demonstrate the followers' veneration of their Prophet, prayer is important. Moreover, the washing of parts of the body before prayers is a form of cleansing and making followers more worthy. This explained the washing of the men's bodies. .http://www.islamweb.net/emainpage/articles/92744/obligatory-and-optional-aspects-of-ablution
I am so glad that I had the opportunity to see those of another culture perform a most important ritual on the Prophet's birthday. Now I understand better what the Muslims were doing. And it was so remarkable that they would exhibit their devotion in a public parking lot for anyone to see.
She is a quiet, composed, beautiful lady. She is intelligent, bright and doesn't miss anything that crosses her path. She speaks softly and loves deeply. Her husband is the love of her life and her children and grandchildren are the center of her universe. Her accomplishments in her career speak for themselves. She seems to always stretch her self and go beyond what common mortals do. She taught herself computer programs and mathematical problems that were necessary in her line of work. And carried on the engineering goals, from her Father Reuben's genes and daily influence. She has been handsomely rewarded for the work ethic she diligently pursued and was demonstrated by her role model, grandmother Nell, since the age of fourteen, when she worked in our grandmother's shop. My baby sister, Laurie, recently retired from her career. She wanted to spend more time with her husband and family, but she didn't retire from her spirit of giving and her knack for observing what goes on around her.
Laurie and I were visiting about Christmas the other day and before we hung up our phones, she said, "I want to tell you what happened yesterday when Kenny and I were at Dillard's shopping for Christmas."
She continued, "A small older lady started screaming, 'Please help me'. As Kenny and I were walking toward her we saw a man lying on the floor with his eyes closed. People were standing around staring and not making any moves to aid the lady in distress. I screamed, Call 911. Hurray." Laurie continued and said the lady was pushing on her husband's chest. But it didn't seem correct so Laurie gently pushed the lady's hand away and took over until the EMS arrived. She said it was interesting how the man's eyes began to open and then rolled around in his head when he began to take a breath.
She said she remembered how she compressed her husband's chest a few years before.
Laurie said the man began to sit up and his wife was going to help him stand to walk away. Laurie told them not to move and stay put until the EMS arrived to check him out. Shortly, they did arrive and she and Kenny bid their ado and began to leave the scene. She said the woman didn't ask her for her name or anything. So she didn't know how things turned out. The woman had revealed that her husband had been having trouble with high blood pressure recently. When she arrived home and told her son what happened he said, "Mother, do you realize you saved another life?"
<https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSUC0wTFAjU>Please be observant of what goes on around you. At least call 911 and attempt to do what Laurie did. You might give someone a new life in this New Year. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES.