Wednesday, August 12, 2015

The Bear's Old Home in Sicily and a Terrible Event

Bear used to cook on his Weber grill right where the balcony juts out.

One of the Bear's boys found this treasure today on Google Street View. Here is our apartment in Belpasso, Sicily. (It's the second story with the balcony.) The Bear and his family lived there in the early 90s when he was a commissioned Bear in the United States Navy. It sure looks a lot cleaner than it did back then!

Just past the apartment building, before the volcanic stone building, is a right turn to the driveway. That goes sharply downhill. This made the rest of the apartment essentially three stories high. The Bear will now reveal relevance of this trivia.

His twin sons, Michael and Arthur were three years old, playing in their room. The Bear and his mate were in another room when the unthinkable happened. We heard a distant whimpering through our window.

Hearts in our throats we ran to their room. Arthur was there. Alone. Three stories below, on  the pavement, lay Michael, motionless.

We put him in the car and started the longest drive of our life, to the clinic on the U.S. military base. It was about forty kilometers on tortuous roads down Mt. Etna. Miraculously, by the time we got there he was fine. And there literally wasn't a scratch on him!

It turns out Michael was "playing Spiderman," when Arthur decided to defenestrate him by prying his little fingers off the window sill.

Both of our lads -- including Miracle Mike -- went on to serve in the Army. (Arthur, interestingly, becoming a paratrooper.) Arthur survived combat in Afghanistan (with the help of St. Michael the Archangel) and was returned to us. SSGT Jordan Bear and PFC Peyton Jones (who was in the tower next to Arthur's) were killed by treacherous Afghans during the inside attack. Michael should be out in a month or so.

Best of all, these are our children who are still in the Church, our hard identity Catholic knights.

It's hard to find good Catholic girls in this neck of the woods. Too bad there's no old country to send them to -- Haran -- where they could just go to the well and have God fix them up with a Rebekah.


  1. Well, fwiw it seems there's a Latin Mass Sundays at 2:30 at St. Michael the Archangel Catholic Church in Oak Grove, KY, in the Diocese of Owensboro. At just under 2 hrs from the middle of the forest, not a terribly daunting commute (depending on degree of motivation of course, lol).

    And then, for the more or less desperate there are Catholic online dating sites. A lady who attends the Latin Mass at my parish was looking for a nice Catholic gentleman, and by golly, she went on a Catholic dating site, typed in the requisite info, and before long it matched her with a gentleman who is now her husband. They seem quite happy.

  2. We would probably first go to the FSSP Oratory in St. Louis. That place is a veritable baby factory! (You can see where the Bear's dynastic ambitions lie.) I would comment on Catholic dating sites, but that would be oversharing, I think. Not that we lean that way, but I believe the Sedevacantist Singles site is out of business.

  3. Meet Me Where I Am, Precious Support, and We Are Catholic Rabbits--NOT! matchmaking sites going strong however.

  4. Hammer and Sickle Singles is a new startup I've heard, since the South American tour. And for you lonely hearts in Chicagoland there's now Cupich's Cupid Forum for all gender preferences!

  5. I haven't read your blog much so I didn't know for sure until now, but I had you pegged for Navy. I've been around enough Navy guys - I'm betting you were a Chief - to recognize certain signs.

    God bless you in your good fortune. Quite a story.

    1. No, I wasn't a Chief, just a Staff Lieutenant -- JAG.

  6. I had a friend who was a SCPO - OSCS-SW - and I swear I can hear his voice in your writing. Probably just my imagination.


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