tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post2581039513972657703..comments2023-09-26T03:53:17.142-04:00Comments on Pentimento: Other MadeleinesPentimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17161146891505294679noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-39231844506781560792011-10-01T15:59:50.989-04:002011-10-01T15:59:50.989-04:00I've seen the Brooklyn Board! I think one of m...I've seen the Brooklyn Board! I think one of my sister's old class photos was on there, my late aunt's graduation photo, and maybe photos of a cousin or two. <br /><br />So I guess it was a decade or so later that I grew up, but I lived super close to your NY Ave./Ave J. friends, 2 blocks up numerically and up one-two letters of the alphabet. (I cling tenuously to anonymity here, so I may as well not put my exact old address, right?) Went to OLHC school but attended Mass later on and got married at STA, which I suppose was probably your parish if you were Catholic (I don't know) and from Marine Park. <br /><br />Thanks for the moment of virtual connection with someone from the homeland.ex-new yorkernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-15400396441517929222011-09-30T00:24:18.381-04:002011-09-30T00:24:18.381-04:00Good ol' days, fugheddaboudit! I went to BC in...Good ol' days, fugheddaboudit! I went to BC in the 80s and both my family and my husbands family all came from there and some still live there. (he was from Flatbush, I was in the "fancier" Marine Park, lol!) <br /><br /> From what some in-laws tell me, all ex-Brooklynites need to go to The Brooklyn Board (google it, its the first thing that comes up) and there are SO many people there, you'll find someone you know, from school, neighborhood, parish, etc. I had a ton of friends over on NY Ave, Ave J area. And i just recently got back in touch. No one understands you like other Brooklynites! <br /><br />~NYaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-44759228493623989192011-09-29T19:34:43.006-04:002011-09-29T19:34:43.006-04:00Nya: Funny, I just happened to scroll to see if th...Nya: Funny, I just happened to scroll to see if there were more comments on this older thread. I remember getting Ebinger's sometimes, but our blackout cake was always Entenmann's. I hadn't even thought of that name in so long, blackout cake, but the other day I was reading about Entenmann's, which I didn't know when living there originated in Brooklyn, and saw that it's one of their discontinued products. :( My mother still goes to an Entenmann's outlet, on Troy Avenue, I think. (We lived in walking distance of BC and I attended in the late '90s.)ex-new yorkernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-29515613434973211802011-09-29T13:51:49.477-04:002011-09-29T13:51:49.477-04:00Hey, ex-new yorker...
I used to work in the Brookl...Hey, ex-new yorker...<br />I used to work in the Brooklyn College library and the elderly lady I used to work with would give me a dollar or two and ask me would I please "....run over to Lord's and buy her a little something, a cupcake or danish or something..." <br /><br />It's still there. <br /><br />And yeah, all my birthday cakes used to come from Aliotta's. But when I was a kid I preferred Ebinger's blackout cake!!<br /><br />~NYaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-72550104587447256912011-09-26T15:25:53.304-04:002011-09-26T15:25:53.304-04:00pls excuse/ignore comments you consider too stride...pls excuse/ignore comments you consider too strident, a venal sinner, me<br />Here's BXVI recently on the inconceivable commercium:<br /><i>The Christ event includes the inconceivable fact of what the Church Fathers call a commercium, an exchange between God and man, in which the two parties – albeit in quite different ways – both give and take, bestow and receive. The Christian faith recognizes that God has given man a freedom in which he can truly be a partner to God, and can enter into exchange with him. At the same time it is clear to man that this exchange is only possible thanks to God’s magnanimity in accepting the beggar’s poverty as wealth, so as to make the divine gift acceptable, given that man has nothing of comparable worth to offer in return."</i><br /><br />http://chiesa.espresso.repubblica.it/articolo/1349601?eng=yClare Krishannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-72650548795052770732011-09-26T11:45:31.621-04:002011-09-26T11:45:31.621-04:00but our seed may not be among them...
this being ...but our seed may not be among them...<br /><br />this being the week that the HSS would have the US take up (dexethai???) mandatory purchases of mutual financial instruments that obligate funding sterilization and contraception with no option to decline what offends (to turn away from sin). If we Catholics 'take receipt' of this tyrannical act, we cannot be surprised when our faith will be "contracepted/sterilized" in other areas of life... see http://www.usccb.org/issues-and-action/religious-liberty/conscience-protection/index.cfm <br />(act now, deadline is Friday 30th)Clare Krishannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-69132078852676345652011-09-26T11:40:49.975-04:002011-09-26T11:40:49.975-04:00Wow, talk about serendipity - contemplating today&...Wow, talk about serendipity - contemplating today's Gospel reading* pulled me right up (having read this post last thing before retiring to bed my mind reverberated -- recalling, not actually hearing -- the string resonances from Paul Schwartz's "Suscepit Israel" Luke 1:54**<br /><br />Consider how the Latin (see URL below) <b>susceperit</b> is an attempt to honor the hermeneutic of the aorist Greek δέξηται, the 'narrator personal perfectable' tense of reception of what is offered (<i>dexetai in the Greek middle voice .. stresses the high level of self-involvement (interest) involved with the "welcoming-receiving",</i> to quote an online concordance I found Googling) which in English is not possible - receperit/receive is the same expression regardless of perspective (imperfect temporal, ie from the earthly vantage point of we creature/actors vs eternal perfectable, ie the heavenly vantage point of our Creator/power-to-act) <br /><br />If we keep our hands full of temporal goods (whether they be material things or mental things ie memories) we have no way to <b>take up</b> (Simeon, Luke 2:28) the eternal goods the Lord offers, yet he takes up whatever we surrender and unburden ourselves of.<br /><br />Your delight in recognizing the delectable cookie was His gift that day to raise your spirits! Now your soul knows how its magnified (ie delights in) recognizing such delectable gifts (spiritual eyecandy aka consolations) - one was enough for Simeon after a lifetime of yearning to utter 'nunc dimittis' - chuckle!<br /><br />* http://www.newadvent.org/bible/luk009.htm verses 46-50<br /><br />** track 8 of his Magnificat-homage CD "State of Grace II"<br />... puerum suum recordatus misericordiae suae<br />Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros Abraham et semini eius in saecula<br /><br />He hath holpen his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy;<br />As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed forever.Clare Krishannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-91096839128712564642011-09-22T18:30:00.833-04:002011-09-22T18:30:00.833-04:00Thanks, all. RCM, I'm going to the library tom...Thanks, all. RCM, I'm going to the library tomorrow and I'll look for the Kingsolver book.Pentimentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161146891505294679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-53323110581082554792011-09-22T16:44:20.714-04:002011-09-22T16:44:20.714-04:00A couple of thoughts that came to mind as I read,
...A couple of thoughts that came to mind as I read,<br />My spiritual director always reminds me of the Scripture where it says when I was a child I dressed myself, but there will come a time when God will take you by the belt buckle and you will follow. Something to that effect, meaning that as we spiritually mature we will by directed not by our own will. This is tough to do.<br />The other thing that came to mind is if you have not, you must read Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. You might be able to appreciate it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-37361225724996758412011-09-21T19:57:31.148-04:002011-09-21T19:57:31.148-04:00I hardly know what to say, this post strikes me so...I hardly know what to say, this post strikes me so deeply where I also am feeling a loss, not the same, yet the same...We know it is God's mercy, but it is painful nonetheless, learning to do without, being achingly lonely, so that we can free up more of that inner space for the Holy Spirit, whose infiniteness will pour into as much as we empty out of self.<br /><br />I think those Italian sesame biscuits might be the same sort I made last Christmas, and they were awfully good! Thank you SO very much for sharing this good word - and I'm happy for your coffee and cookies!GretchenJoannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641677400029070452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-54423635455245873222011-09-21T18:39:59.291-04:002011-09-21T18:39:59.291-04:00Do I ever know how you feel.Do I ever know how you feel.elena maria vidalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17129629173535139807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-68980520942482541942011-09-21T12:09:21.149-04:002011-09-21T12:09:21.149-04:00This is a lovely reflection.This is a lovely reflection.Elise Hiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14867102109603578104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-73162376080369144902011-09-21T07:30:11.132-04:002011-09-21T07:30:11.132-04:00*sigh**sigh*Rodakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077919085157653816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-29214041818096414812011-09-21T06:12:43.860-04:002011-09-21T06:12:43.860-04:00Mine was on Myrtle Ave. and I no longer know what ...Mine was on Myrtle Ave. and I no longer know what it was called. It was just The Italian Bakery to me.<br /><br />I've never even heard of someone not liking bagels! Maybe she'll learn.Pentimentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161146891505294679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-71997173165806387272011-09-20T23:47:15.723-04:002011-09-20T23:47:15.723-04:00I'm sorry, I always feel prosaic in response t...I'm sorry, I always feel prosaic in response to your depth. Man, isn't this inferiority complex of mine annoying? Anyway, another weird little Brooklyn thing I like to remember is how the Italian bread from one supermarket (which I won't name because I don't want to defame it or anything) tasted like mattress stuffing and the other was good enough to eat all by itself, no sandwich or sauce or anything. My (half-Irish, non-Italian) mother explained it was because Italian ladies did the baking at the latter store, Irish ladies at the former. I also miss rolls with poppy seeds (buttered, like bagels. Poppy seed was never a top bagel choice for me, but I loved these done right, as embarrassing as it was to forget they were probably stuck in your teeth all day). It was probably the same with the baking locations but I don't remember exactly where my mother got them. If they sell those here, I don't know where. It's just become another thing of the past for me.ex-new yorkernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554498168264477884.post-90097307413070065192011-09-20T23:39:32.197-04:002011-09-20T23:39:32.197-04:00Did you ever go to Lord's on Flatbush Avenue? ...Did you ever go to Lord's on Flatbush Avenue? That was the "pick something up to bring to holiday dinner with extended family" place for my mother, I think. I wouldn't figure they're Italian by the name, but their (simple) website has pics of what I think of as "Italian" cookies. Aliotta was the Italian bakery I always think of, on Avenue N. I was always kind of tuned out of a lot of the facts of my surroundings even as I remember particular details of them quite well, but this kind of Brooklyn stuff always gets me. I'm just not as good at putting how into words as you are. P.S. We were talking about words that start with B and my 3-year-old said she doesn't like bagels! Even though she's had real ones.ex-new yorker who has too many Google accountsnoreply@blogger.com