Have you ever traveled to a place found in a book you read?
In the past, I’ve gone to a castle that featured prominently in Here Be Dragons by Sharon Kay Penman.
More recently, over my summer vacation, I traveled to Three Pines from the Louise Penny books. I saw the bistro/cafe they set up in the lower part of LacBrome Books and the Haskell Free Library and Opera House (photos below).
Write about a book place you visited or that you want to visit!
Three Pines Cafe, Knowlton, Quebec. (c)2026The view from the Three Pines Cafe, Knowlton, Quebec. (c)2026Haskell Free Library and Opera House, Stanstead, Quebec. (c)2026The border at the Haskell Library between Stanstead, Quebec in Canada and Derby, Vermont in the United States. (c)2026
The St. Kateri Tekakwitha National Shrine & Historic Site is located on State Rt. 5 in Fonda, New York, deep in the heart of the Mohawk Valley. This is the home of St. Kateri Tekakwitha who lived here from 1666-1676 before moving north to New France, now known as Quebec, Canada. The Mohawk village of Caughnawaga (“on the rapids”) brought its name with them when they moved north in earlier years. While the meaning is the same, it is spelled differently, taking on the Mohawk language’s characteristics rather than the English or French: Kahnawake.
Here, the shrine in Fonda was established in 1938 as the Fonda Memorial of Catherine Tekakwitha and operates under the Order of Franciscan Friars Minor Conventual. It has long been a place of pilgrimage. Fr. Thomas Grassman, OFM was integral in developing the shrine land and excavating the village of Caughnawaga, which remains the only fully excavated Iroquois village in the world.
The shrine grounds are open year round from dawn to dusk, and the trails have a difficulty range for all ages. The Candle Chapel is also open year round for prayer and meditation. The other buildings are open in the spring, and will be available through their last mass in late October or the first weekend in November.
On the grounds you will find the Native American museum and St. Peter’s Chapel housed in what was once the Veeder Family Barn, the Maximilian Kolbe Pavilion where most of their masses take place on Saturday at 4:30pm and Sunday at 10:30am in the warmer seasons. There is a peace grove, Grassman Hall (only opened for specific events), the candle chapel, the Caughnawaga Village Site, and Kateri Spring in addition to hiking trails. Public bathrooms are closed in the winter and the gift shop is by appointment only.
This weekend, however, everything is open and available in celebration of Indigenous Peoples’ Weekend. The Mohawk Choir from Akwesasne will be in attendance for both masses, and Albany Diocese Bishop Mark O’Connell will be presiding at the Sunday mass.
Saturday welcomes Jon Sweeney at 2pm for a lecture and book signing for his book, Nicholas Black Elk and Francis of Assisi and on Sunday at 1pm, archives assistant Nathan Turkowsky lectures on “The Waters of Creation: Baptism and Haudenosaunee Cosmology.” This is a perfect way to commemorate St. Kateri’s 350th anniversary of her baptism on these very grounds!
One of the best things about being on vacation is trying new foods or enjoying old favorites. We try to avoid chain and fast food restaurants, although we do like to see the different options available in other places at McDonald’s, Starbucks, and the like.
My daughter found a place a couple of years ago that is her go-to place when we are in Toronto. It has an extraordinary pop culture/fandom decor and menu, and the food is great! I’ll have a separate post and review of that one next week.
This is the link to the Hollywood Reporter obituary of Randolph Mantooth, who died on Thursday at the age of 80.
A sad day for those of us who grew up with him and Kevin Tighe who played Johnny Gage and Roy DeSoto, respectively on the hit television show, Emergency!.
I still hum the music when I’m backing my car into the driveway.
When the show came out, there were only a handful of paramedics. The show was practically a public service announcement for recruitment. The profession was so unknown when Randy was told his role would be as a paramedic, his question was, “what the hell is a paramedic?”
Decades later, we all know how crucial those paramedics and EMTs are in an emergency and the show was integral in expanding that reach. Mantooth and Tighe continued to support the fire service and the LA Fire Museum over the years.
We introduced my oldest son, then three or four years old, to the show in reruns when he was obsessed with fire trucks and fire fighters. He dressed up as one for Halloween when he was four. He visited fire stations wherever we traveled including his uncle’s fire station on Long Island. He even went to college for fire protection/safety and became a volunteer fire fighter and an EMT during and after college. Emergency was a favorite show of his.
A few years ago, he was in California for a training session for his job, and he visited the Los Angeles Fire Museum, and got himself a Squad 51 t-shirt.
Part of the museum’s statement is below:
From Los Angeles County Fire Museum
Thank you Randy for your friendship! You will be sorely missed.
To Randy’s wife Kristen and Randy’s family. We are here for you all and want to thank you for sharing Randy with us and the world. We are so very sorry for your loss.
The Museum will be accepting condolence cards for the family. If you would like to send a card please send to the Museum’s shop address at:
LA County Fire Museum 9834 Flora Vista St Bellflower Calif 90706
In my lifetime, there has never been anybody like President Barack Obama. His very presidency was symbolic, and I feel privileged to have witnessed it. His presidential library opens today in Chicago, Illinois. Choosing Juneteenth I’m sure was no accident, and since it’s a federal holiday, today would be a good time to take a few days off, head to Chicago and visit the library of the first Black President.
Visit the website for a look back at the Obama Presidency Timeline.
Visit the library and Obama Presidential Campus in person:
The library is located on a 19.3 acre campus on the South Side of Chicago in historic Jackson Park. Directions.
There are many things to do there that do not cost admission:
Original works of art
Gardens and plazas, including the Women’s Garden, the Eleanor Roosevelt Fruit and Vegetable Garden, and the John Lewis Plaza.
Nature walks
Playground
Newest branch of the Chicago Public Library
Cafe, Restaurant, and Picnic Area plus a store.
There will be programs and tours throughout the year that may require registration or tickets. Sign up for their newsletter here.
Admission to the museum is about $30 for adults for timed tickets or walk the grounds; the campus is open daily, free of charge.
Tomorrow, in commemoration of Juneteenth, historical interpreter Nathan M. Richardson brings his portrayal of abolitionist Frederick Douglass to Grant Cottage in Wilton, New York in a conversation about Ulysses S. Grant.
I visited the cottage a few years ago, and it was hands down the best historical site tour I’ve ever been on. I am looking forward to this event, which will be held tomorrow, from 1 to 2pm.
All Grant Cottage programs are free and open to the public and donations are greatly appreciated.
Directions:
From the South:
Take the Adirondack Northway (I-87) north to exit 16 toward Ballard Rd/Wilton/Corinth.
Turn left ojnto Ballard Rd. (CR-33) toward Wilton/Corinth.
Go for about 1 1/2 miles.
Continue on Corinth Mountain Rd (CR-33).
Turn right onto Parkhurst Rd. Continue on Mt. McGregor Rd. The cottage is almost two miles.
GPS address: 1000 Mt. McGregor Rd., Wilton, NY 12831
While I know something of Native American culture, in writing my current book, I’ve discovered so much more, and it excites and inspires me. June is an important month in the Native American calendar, especially for the Haudenosaunee, as it is the season of strawberries. In addition to the three sisters (corn, beans, and squash), strawberries are a significant part of the culture, food source, and creation story. They are the first fruits of spring, and a leader of the berries. They are singled out for thanksgiving in the welcoming address before ceremonies.
Strawberries are sweet and tart, red and juicy. They can be enjoyed on their own or in other foods, mixed into salads, pureed into ice cream or yogurt, sat atop cakes or baked right in. They are refreshing and if you’re lucky, plentiful in June.
There are two Strawberry Festivals that you should know about happening in the next few weeks:
The 33rd Annual Strawberry Festival at the Kanatsiohareke Mohawk Community west of Fonda, New York on Saturday, June 27 and Sunday, June 28, and
Both events are filled with strawberry goodness, Haudenosaunee Mohawk culture, Native music and dancers, and much more! Check their flyers and websites for admission prices.
If you are in Fonda, stop by up the road and visit the St. Kateri Tekakwitha: National Shrine & Historic Site, celebrating the 350th anniversary of St. Kateri’s baptism on the site. She is the first North American Native Saint canonized by the Catholic Church.
If you decide on Kahnawake, don’t forget your passport for the border! You can also visit the Canadian National Shrine for St. Kateri where her relics are entombed. Contact the Kahnawake Tourism also to set up a tour of the village which sits on the St. Lawrence Seaway.
Below the ‘read more’ cut are a few of the photos I’ve taken in the last couple of weeks. In some ways or others, they’ve captivated me. Whether the shadows playing through the curtains early in the morning or the fairy cave in the garden at work, they drew my eye away from the mundanety of my working day and took me on a journey to far away lands in my own backyard, sometimes literally in my own backyard.
Look deeply at these photos. Notice the colors, the shadows, the nature budding and growing, and in one case, its season ending while our spring is just beginning.
In the last photo, I saw the Empire State Building and the new World Trade Center (my name for it, if not its official title). The blue sky, the shining grey buildings, the sparkling water between our bridge and the island of Manhattan. It is a bittersweet scene. If you’ve read my thoughts here for awhile, you’ll know that on September 10th we were crossing this bridge heading home from a weekend with our family on Long Island. The next day changed everything for everyone.
What if the last two years could have been like the last week or so?
Getting to know the astronauts of the Artemis II. The collaboration between two countries, the best friends for the ages…before. The three men and one woman, flying faster than any of us, save a small handful have flown before. Working together. Laughing. Joking. Talking to their families. Talking to us. Showing us the stars. As television studios think they know what we want, what we long for, we watch the livestream of a government department from the outskirts of our little corner of the solar system. We hang on every photo. We cried with joy and sadness when the friends named a crater after one of their team who didn’t live to see this moment. Carroll. She was a spouse, and she was part of the team, because none of us can get where we are, can do what we do with support, and for these four astronauts, their families are their support, taking care of the homelife. Sacrificing in different ways. Like us, holding their breath but never saying the scary parts out loud. It’s different for them.
The best of humanity looking at the rest of humanity. Words of wisdom, words of faith, words of friendship.
I love the moon. I’ve written about the moon several times right here. I’ve been in love with the moon since my first memory, although to be fair it’s a family memory that I’ve adopted as my own since it was about me. I have been told that I watched the moon landing in 1969. I was two and a half years old, and I was so excited. I have uncles, my father’s brothers who are named Neil and Buzzy, and I thought they were the ones on the moon. Easy to be confused. In our first real apartment, the moon shone in our bedroom window, something I really missed in every other place we’ve lived. I loved (and continue to love) to sleep in the moonlight. I will often hold my hand up just to see it in the light of the moon. In the coldest night, I’ve tried to watch eclipses, standing on my front porch going inside to warm up every few minutes until it was over.
There is something special about the moon and the people who travel there and beyond.
Remember their names:
NASA astronauts Commander Reid Wiseman, Pilot Victor Glover, Mission Specialist Christina Koch, and Canada Space Agency (CSA) astronaut Mission Specialist Jeremy Hansen.
We were in Canada a couple of years ago and visited the Canada Aviation and Space Museum in Ottawa, and the one pin I collected from there was the Canada Space Agency, so when it was mentioned this week that Jeremy Hansen was a Canadian astronaut and part of that agency, I went to my pin collection and began wearing this one.
I’ll keep it on for a few days or longer past splashdown which is tonight at 8:07pm. As GenX, I may wait until they are safely out before I turn on the television. This has been a remarkable week. It has brought me a peace in the chaos, a stop on the journey, and something I haven’t felt for a long time – a lifting up; aspiration and inspiration. As I implied at the beginning, we can get through anything together.
We can. We will. We are.
I leave you with the words of astronaut and pilot for this mission, Victor Glover who said earlier this week:
“I think these observances are important, as we are so far from Earth and looking back at the beauty of creation. I think for me, one of the really important personal perspectives that I have up here is I can really see Earth as one thing.
And you know, when I read the Bible, and I look at all of the amazing things that were done for us, who we’re created, it’s…you have this amazing place, this spaceship. You guys are talking to us because we’re in a spaceship really far from Earth. But you’re on a spaceship called Earth that was created to give us a place to live in the universe, in the cosmos.
Maybe the distance we are from you makes you think what we’re doing is special. But we’re the same distance from you, and I’m trying to tell you—just trust me—you are special. In all of this emptiness—this is a whole bunch of nothing, this thing we call the universe—you have this oasis, this beautiful place that we get to exist together.
I think as we go into Easter Sunday, thinking about all the cultures all around the world, whether you celebrate it or not, whether you believe in God or not, this is an opportunity for us to remember where we are, who we are, and that we are the same thing, and that we got to get through this together.”
Photos from NASA.
(c)2026
Go to nasa.gov/artemis-ii for more photos from space.
I didn’t start out writing a book about St. Kateri. I’d never heard of her before a chance encounter with a random church in 2012, but that is an entire other story and a lifetime away, or at least that’s how it seems. As
I’ve written about before, I was drawn to her at the time very near to her canonization, and when I went through the conversion process, RCIA at the time, she was on my short list for confirmation saints. I went in another direction, partly for my attachment to Wales and partly because I still held onto the fear of appropriation. That might have been that, but in my discernment of joining the Catholic faith, I visited the shrine of the North American Martyrs and discovered holiness there. I found out that this palisade was the footprint of the original Mohawk village, Ossernenon where Kateri was born. She was born about ten years after the Jesuits martyrdom, but it never really resonated with me as her place. Over time, I discovered the Fonda shrine where Kateri had grown up. I visited the museum, the archaeological site, had a picnic there with the Cursillo group, a Catholic organization, and gradually began to read about her life. Her life in Fonda, her ‘escape’ to Quebec, the reception of her sacraments as a young adult, and her death at a very young age.
I’ve written about a lot of this, and some of it will feature in my book, but through it I learned more and more, and thought I’d visit her shrine in Canada to complete my journey with and alongside Kateri.
I’ve spent many meaningful hours at the shrine in Fonda, New York and the people there have been gracious and generous with their time and resources as I continue my research and writing. I feel a part of their community, and the first time I received an unexpected hug it came with a large smile welcoming me back. I felt it deep inside. I am drawn there more and more, each visit a gift. Learning about Kateri through different sources is also a gift.
She was born in 1656, parents died in 1659; she was baptized in 1676, received her first communion in 1677, and died in 1680. In 1980 she was beatified, and in 2012 canonized.
I give you the litany of her statistics to remind when big things happened in her life in order to inform that this year is a big deal anniversary. One member of the community did some math and as I said, Kateri was baptized in 1676. This was an Easter Sunday, and the date was April 5th. Because of that uncovering, it was realized that this year Easter Sunday also falls on April 5th! It is exactly to the day, and the Easter celebration that St. Kateri was baptized three hundred fifty years ago.
To commemorate this event, once in a lifetime I dare say, the Kateri Shrine in Fonda, NY requested ad received permission from the bishop of the Albany Diocese where the shrine resides to hold an Easter Mass on that auspicious day. The Shrine typically doesn’t open it’s buildings until May 1st when the weather is warmer as the public buildings have no heat, so this is a special day in so many ways.
The presider will be Fr. Michael Heine, OFM Conv., the Minister Provincial of the Conventual Franciscan Friars. They are the custodians of the shrine since its founding in 1938 by Conventual Franciscan Friar, Fr. Thomas Grassman.
It is a day or so away as I write this, but I am beyond excited to be going to the mass and to be part of this extraordinary event commemorating her baptism and we renew our own baptismal vows.