For most people, the presidential elections couldn’t come quickly enough. We’ve grown tired all the mean banter, so let’s get on with it. Let’s vote and put this behind us. Most folks made up their minds a long time ago.
Catholics should be scared to death for the future of the Church in the United States. The recent posting from the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights and the revelations of the contents of some of the emails from the Clinton campaign pose a very serious threat to Catholics.
For the past two weekends, I have been partying with Italians.
The buses rolled into Brooklyn’s Grand Army Plaza last Sunday afternoon as hundreds of parishioners disembarked and lined up for a parade. The marching band of the New York City Police Department warmed up as it prepared to lead the way down Vanderbilt Ave.
The new Ford Amphitheater on the Coney Island Boardwalk brought the 35th annual Great Irish Fair to a new venue: a 5,000 seat open-air arena that on Saturday, Sept. 24, was home to the Irish who turned out by the thousands to sing and dance and generally throw the Blarney with old and new friends.
It happened more than 50 years ago, yet people can’t stop talking about the New York World’s Fair that took place in Flushing Meadow from 1964 to 1965.
Henry Torres, who is studying his fourth year of theology at St. Joseph’s Seminary, Dunwoodie, is the first person to tell you that God has been very good to him.
That the West Indian Day Parade actually took place at all was something of a miracle. For days, weather forecasters had predicted dire possibilities from Hurricane Hermine. The storm took a fortunate turn out to sea and Labor Day turned out to be a beautifully sunny day along Eastern Pkwy. in Crown Heights where the annual festival is held.
As Mother Teresa is raised to the dignity of sainthood this weekend, memories of her visits to Brooklyn are still vivid in our minds. The Missionaries of Charity, the order founded by Mother Teresa, have two convents here in Brooklyn. One is located in Our Lady of Victory parish, Bedford-Stuyvesant, and the other is a contemplative house in Our Lady of Lourdes, Bushwick.
Little known to most Brooklynites today is the one-time community of Barren Island. It was an actual island off the southern shore of Brooklyn, near the end of Flatbush Ave.