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Communion Day in Ireland

bathroomvanitymirror — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:29:35 +0000

The way that First Holy Communions are now celebrated in Ireland has changed significantly since the

First Holy Communion...a pictorial

Kimberly — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 02:41:50 +0000

Our sweet Charlotte’s First Holy Communion…graciously thanking all those who prayed for our dear girl. Few words…the pictures tell all:

“Hidden God, devoutly I adore Thee, truly present beneath these veils: all my heart subdues itself before Thee, since all before Thee faints and fails.”

– Adoro Te Devote

Blessings,

cheska's first holy communion

chriscaldona — Sat, 09 May 2009 13:45:17 +0000

07 may 2009 | first holy communion | saint michael’s church, sharjah

click here to see more fhc photos.

Spring events; communion and prom

bridaltrinkets — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 18:48:38 +0000

First Holy Communion is an important event in the life of young girls and boys. We have a wonderful selection of veils and headpieces for girls as well as gloves and jewelry to match. For boys we have engravable gifts that can be personalized to comemorate this special event. Everything you need to bring this special day together can be found here at an affordable price. Some girls are plain and some like glitz, but whichever kind you are, we can accomidate your unique taste.

Communion age girls are the perfect age to have a beading party either here at our store or at your home. The girls can get together and design their very own bracelet and earrings. It is a fun time for everyone. You can even go next door to one of the surronding restaurants and eat afterward!

Proms are fast approaching. We have already helped several girls design jewelry and hair accessories to match their prom gowns and give them just the right touch to bring their ensembles together. We can make jewelry for any price range and you are always guaranteed quality and satisfaction. Affordable elegance is the key here at Bridal Trinkets.

Personalize your Child's First Holy Communion

psw01 — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 18:13:59 +0000

Spring is a time of renewal, time of growth. With Spring comes Easter and perhaps your second-grader first holy communion. Whether you are planning a big or small first holy communion party for your child, don’t forget to have personalized favors for the party. Personalized Sweet Wrappings has first comunion theme wrapper fitting the occasion.

You can have it personalized with your child’s picture, name and date of the first holy communion on the front. On the back you can have a personalized message thanking your guests for witnessing this great celebration. This wrapper wraps around a standard Hershey bar, but if you rather have something healthy, you may also choose to have it wrap around a granola bar. Everybody will for sure remember how sweet you are

Front

Back

You can hand it personally to each of your guest, or if you are having a sit down dinner placed it at each of the guest’s place at the table, or to make it more fun you can have it stacked on a table in the shape of a cross and maybe replace that cross-shaped cake.

If you are having a backyard party however, the chocolate may melt so you may want to consider giving out mintbooks instead. This theme also comes in mintbook size. It’s small and very inenexpensive. Just have them scattered at the candy or dessert table.

communion

amynomad — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 19:36:51 +0000

ah, a, the communion,
I made my first.

42 pounds and bought a bike
communing with the handlebars
communicating with the wheels
on common ground
in the park, where else?

I’ll never forget the taste and it sticking to the roof of my mouth
shaking hands with the thumbless
peace be with you
the body of christ
on a bike
flying along
the business!

the first and the last
and a few in between

a la carte, is what it’s called
the first shall be last?

cattle licks

cattle licks first, cattle licks last
cattle licks living in the past

Brainbone: Am I the monkey at the monolith?

lizwb — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 03:38:45 +0000

I have a definite love-hate relationship with Facebook’s Brainbone. You know, the kind of love-hate relationship you have with someone who doesn’t even know you exist, like a random celebrity, a robot, or one of the bitchy popular girls from middle school.

You really WANT them to like you, for them to think you’re cool and smart, but on the other hand, you sort of want to swagger by and act like you don’t care, too.

Still, you can’t manage it. You attempt a swagger, but you end up stumbling over your bookbag as it falls off your shoulder when you try to fling your hair back, casually but ungracefully, incurring the laughter of the entire seventh grade class.

So that’s where love-hate gets you. Absolutely nowhere but your knee socks tangled in your bookbag straps, and your hair in your beet-red face.

Why doesn’t someone tell you out of the gate that you only get cool when you stop caring about being cool?

Oh. Wait. They do. Only it’s your stupid, retarded, dorky parents, so what the heck do THEY know? Especially when they put it this way:

If everyone else jumped off the Empire State Building, would you do it, too?

Which of course, in middle school, you absolutely would. No questions asked. If it were that, or being hideously embarrassed? Off the ledge you would sail, like a ground-bound dart.

That’s how Brainbone makes me feel.

It doesn’t help that growing up, my sisters and I each had labels plastered on us. Actual labels, practically, with “Hi, my name is” strips on them, only mine was: “The Smart One Who Plays Guitar Really Well.”

I have two sisters. Theirs read: “The Pretty One Who Sings Really Well” and “The Quiet Skinny One.”

This kept life fairly uncomplicated for my parents. Nice for them, but confusing for us, since all of us were fairly skinny, all of us were actually pretty, and the quiet one only SEEMED quiet because she was, for the most part, virtually ignored.

As far as musical talent “assignments” went, turns out the One Who Played Guitar could Also Sing Pretty Damn Well, Too, and the One Who Sang Rocked on Keyboards – and the Quiet One, to whom no one paid any Damn Attention To At All signed her own damn self up for piano lessons when she grew up and ALSO Rocked The House on the Good Old Piano, inspiring the mother with the label-maker to trade in said label maker for her OWN piano, with lessons to go with.

Ah, how much more comfortable life is without all that sticky label adhesive.

Yet another reason I get a frisson of horror whenever Facebook’s Brainbone application asks me if I want to show my Brainbone stats on Twitter, or my web site, or anywhere public at all.

Show my Brainbone stats? Are you kidding? Why not also show my weight? And record me Confessing my sins to my local parish priest, while I’m at it, as a global podcast?

(Presuming I ever actually WENT to Confession… “Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been… er…. it’s been… well, Padre, I think it’s been since second grade – you know – when they MAKE you go, in order to get your First Holy Communion? I think THAT was the last time I made my Confession. Wait – wait – <<insert sound of me sailing like a cannon out of the booth>>)

Yeah, I’m about as likely to show my Brainbone stats as I am to show off my untidy living room to unexpected company. (Wait: I do that.) Okay – as I am to show off my untidy living room to my mother, unexpectedly.

Because here’s the thing: I never realized how deeply I internalized that whole “I’m the smart one” thing. Every time I get a Brainbone question wrong, I feel deeply rattled, as if I should know this, somehow. Why I think I should know which country the city of Timbuktu is in, I don’t know, but somehow, I do.

Why I feel smug when I guess right is another mystery. I know I only guessed randomly, but when Brainbone rewards me with an exuberant “That’s correct!” I still feel like: “Boo-yeah!” As if I really earned it, instead of throwing dice.

Because I’m stupid enough to still feel like “the Smart One.”

Even though according to my percentages (SEE, Brainbone? I’m GOOD at math!) I’m technically FAILING Brainbone.

And because of this, I relentlessly answer the “Day’s Question,” for the sole purpose of upping my percentage to AT LEAST a passing grade.

THEN – and ONLY THEN – would I dare display my stats.

Because then EVERYONE could see, that of course…

I’m the smart one.

Novel In Progress, Excerpt, First Communion

brooklynmemoriesmostgreen — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 07:56:51 +0000

Photography by Jamie Dedes

The Eucharist, also called Holy Communion or Lord’s Supper and other names, is a Christian sacrament commemorating, by consecrating bread and wine, the Last Supper, the final meal that Jesus Christ shared with his disciples before his arrest, and eventual crucifixion, when he gave them bread saying, “This is my body”, and wine saying, “This is my blood.”Wikipedia

“First Holy Communion,” an excerpt from And So Goes the World, a novel in progress by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved. Much of this novel, including the following excerpt is set in Brooklyn, New York.

Second grade was notable as the time for First Holy Communion. All that fall and winter, I worked hard at catechism and made sure that I understood directions for participating in the ceremony and receiving the sacred Host. My mother bought me the requisite white communion dress, which in this case looked embarassingly like a wedding dress. The school required that all girls wear the same veil, which was to be purchased from the church. My mother didn’t like it, so she had a veil made of soft organza for me to wear after the ceremony for pictures. This served to intensify the wedding-dress effect and furthered my humiliation.

Spring arrived and so did the sacred day. My body didn’t seem to respect the solemnity of the occasion. I had a headache and a toothache. We walked to St. Pat’s, which was about eleven blocks from our apartment.  No breakfast first, of course, just a sip of water.  I looked forward to seeing the church.  The alter linens would be white-on-white with fine embroidery.  There would be enormous flower arrangements, many of which might even include red roses.  Our classes were large, usually about forty children in each.  There were four classes of children receiving First Holy Communion that Sunday, so the church would overflow with proud parents, grandparents and other relatives.

I went to the school gym and took my place in line among the other girls.  The boys had their own line.  When we marched into church, the organist played “Mother Dear Oh Pray for Me,” and I was glad of this.  It was Mom’s favorite hymn, and I knew it would make her happy.

I focused on the mass, paying attention to every detail, every nuance. It was almost time: The Offertory.  And then, I was almost breathless with anticipation, time for us to receive communion. The nuns directed us out of the pews with clickers: one-click . . . stand, two-clicks . . . walk out into the isle, three-clicks . . . proceed to the altar and so on.

One by one, we reached the altar rail and stuck out our tongues for the host. Nothing.  I felt nothing.  I walked back to my seat as piously as all the others, hands folded and eyes down.  Six clicks. I walked into the pew, knelt down, and put my head in my hands to pray. Where are you, Jesus?  Maybe it’s just me.  Just my fault.  Mea culpa.  Mea culpa.  Mea maxima culpa.

After I asked Mary Claire O’Leary if she felt anything.  “No.  What did you expect?”

“I expected to feel Jesus.”

“Oh, please.  You’re so weird.  You’re not a saint, you know.”

“I know.”

Novel In Progress, Excerpt, Holy Communion

musingbymoonlight — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 07:49:26 +0000

Photography by Jamie Dedes

Spring arrived and so did the sacred day. My body didn’t seem to respect the solemnity of the occasion. I had a headache and a toothache. We walked to St. Pat’s, which was about eleven blocks from our apartment. No breakfast first, of course, just a sip of water. I looked forward to seeing the church. The altar linens would be white-on-white with fine embroidery. There would be enormous flower arrangements, many of which might even include red roses. Our classes were large, usually about forty children in each. There were four classes of children receiving First Holy Communion that Sunday, so the church would overflow with proud parents, grandparents and other relatives.

I went to the school gym and took my place in line among the other girls. The boys had their own line. When we marched into church, the organist played “Mother Dear Oh Pray for Me,” and I was glad of this. It was Mom’s favorite hymn, and I knew it would make her happy.

I focused on the Mass, paying attention to every detail, every nuance. It was almost time: The Offertory.  And then, I was nearly breathless with anticipation, time for us to receive communion. The nuns directed us out of the pews with clickers: one-click . . . stand, two-clicks . . . walk out into the isle, three-clicks . . . proceed to the altar and so on.

One by one, we reached the altar rail and stuck out our tongues for the host. Nothing. I felt nothing. I walked back to my seat as piously as all the others, hands folded and eyes down.  Six clicks. I walked into the pew, knelt down, and put my head in my hands to pray. Where are you, Jesus?  Maybe it’s just me. Just my fault. Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.

After I asked Mary Claire O’Leary if she felt anything. “No. What did you expect?”

“I expected to feel Jesus.”

“Oh, please. You’re so weird. You’re not a saint, you know.”

“I know.”

My First Customer Photo Book with Blurb

JRP — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 05:21:07 +0000

I just completed my very first Blurb book for the “S Family” of “N’s” First Holy Communion – from back in May!

I loved making it and I can’t wait to work on more customer collections in book form. It brings back my graphic design days that I really enjoyed!

I’m also looking forward to making my own Blurb Books for 2007 and 2008 if I can ever get time!

Click on the link below to view the 15 page preview:

Noelle’s First…

May 3, 2008

By Jen Rinaldi Photo…

Book Preview

Or click on this link: http://www.blurb.com/books/495568

Let me know what you think.

First Holy Communion

becomewhatyouare — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 11:39:49 +0000

Today, 4 children from our homeschool group will be receiving our Lord in the Eucharist for the firs