The Annunciation

Painting by Auguste Pichon

Mary said, "Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.
May it be done to me according to your word."
Then the angel departed from her.

Luke 1:38

14 !

John Michael is now 14 years old!

He did the traditional lighting of his birthday candles.



And smiles after all the candles were blown out.

He sliced his share of birthday cake and . . . . .

posed candidly for a souvenir birthday photo.

Happy 14th Birthday !

In Memory of Dad

My dad, Augusto Cembrano joined his Creator early evening today due to complications caused by Alzheimer's. May his soul rest in peace.

Absolve, we beseech Thee, O Lord,the soul of Thy servant Augusto, from every bond of sin, that being raised in the glory of the resurrection, he may be refreshed among the Saints and Elect.Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Last Day of the Academic Year

Photos from Bangkhuntian

Impressions of the Big Flood

Grades 10 and11 students in the Catholic school where I work as a teacher put up an art exhibit, the theme of which is Impressions of the Big Flood. I took some photos of the ones I found meaningful in the context of the effects of the month long flood in the lives of the people living here in Bangkok. Cheers to all students who participated in the exhibit.





My son took a look at some of the entries to the art exhibit.

He later moved on to the administration building where photos of the school during the flood crisis were on display. We supported the school by buying raffle tickets and flood souvenir T-shirts to help finance the repair of the damaged buildings.

The model of the school was on display during the exhibit.

Summer is Here

The sky is so blue, not a cloud to be seen.

                                          The Earth is a painting with every shade of green.

                                             The chirping of birds, as they gracefully fly by,

amidst the golden hue of the lustrous sky.

The flowers are so fragrant, the trees are their shield,

or under the scorching heat a breeze they should feel.

                                               The voices of children, as they play in the park.

                                              It is a definite sign, summer has made its mark.

by Anabela Loureiro