posted 6 years ago
In the first years I was a convert I was lucky to live two blocks from a beautiful Passionist Monastery and its grounds.This was an urban setting in Queens,New York just blocks from where our President Trump grew-up.I was (am) a city boy and had but grown some potted strawberries and nasturtium on my mother's terrace in Brooklyn. Father Hillary Sweeney,a Passionist priest in his early eighties took a plot behind the garage shed and raised vegetables.He was a jolly smallish Irish -American who came out in early Spring with his farmer's straw hat and I was always walking in the well-mannered garden and surprised to see him digging up a small plot of the neatly trimmed lawn.We got to talking and I became his helper.He was growing tomatoes,peppers,zucchini,celery and rhubarb.He taught me the care of the tomato plants and how to pull off the suckers.We harvested abundantly except for the potatoes which this Irish Priest had little knowledge of. One night I found a cage with his rabbit in it at the top of the garden.I thought that was cool.Father also kept caged Canaries that used to sing in the Monastery hall wondrous melodies.His favorite canary was Guido who sang so sonorously!The next morning I went up the hill to Mass and over to Father Hillary 's garden.The rabbit was sitting in a pool of blood in its cage.I got to Fr.Hillary right away. He came out and said "the poor creature!" He said it was probably a raccoon.I thought to myself ,"Who ever heard of a raccoon in Queens?"But years later while walking near the Monastery there were two glowing eyes in the dark.I went up closer and in the moonlight I saw the beautiful and dangerous marauder! Father Hillary lay in his grave but 100 feet away and maybe he was smiling that I finally believed!
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