The Pickwicks are not known for their astute management of the internets. This may come as a shock to some of you, but Mrs Pickwick once observed to a very good friend that it would be awfully handy if there was such a thing as….(wait for it)….an online database of people, perhaps even with photos,… Continue reading Black Friday Special
Saturday morning in the Pickwick house dawned early and noisily, as the Blessings awoke with the sun, paying no heed to the fact that no one happened to need to be up for work, or church, or even grocery shopping. When the sound of five unsupervised and lively Pickwicks enjoying all the freedom afforded to… Continue reading Fr Pickwick Entertains a Breakfast Guest
Fr Pickwick walks out of the house carrying a large hammer: “Be back later this evening! I’ve got a confession scheduled, then a mission report phone call, and then headed to prison.” And Mrs. Pickwick quietly wonders just where the hammer comes in.
Fr. Pickwick was delighted this week to hear the unprecedented sounds of his family preparing to leave the house over an hour before the time he had appointed for a departure. As the usual (albeit very early) sounds of the scramble for socks, shoes, the correct number of children, etc crashed through the house, he… Continue reading Mrs. Pickwick and the Clocks, Continued
It finally happened. I’ve been worried about this for years. I went out to the car and… Fr. Pickwick has actually traded the baby for books.
Upon my return from an errand, I could not help but notice the screams, whoops, yells, thumps, crashes, and maniacal giggling coming from our basement, presumably originating from small Pickwicks of assorted sizes, and possibly a local circus they had invited in for the afternoon. I posed the following question to Fr. Pickwick: “So, are… Continue reading The Measure of Happiness
Fr. Pickwick commented on the wide range of job skills he needed the other day, as he went downstairs to start a woodworking project for the church, after serving Liturgy in the morning, then creating the weekly bulletin, and posting an article online: “Being a priest is an odd job, you know.” I thought about… Continue reading It’s an Odd Job, Indeed
