It's somebody's saint's day!

Porfi and Schmitty join Fr. Anskar to party on this feast of Saint Anskar, Apostle of the North. you may read about him at Mimi's (as noted in the post below).

Fr. Anskar was an ordination present. The day I was priested he came to live with us, in an alb, cincture, maniple, and a stole and chasuble of Pentecostal red.

I don't really know where all his vestments are (they were in the move from California but I'm not sure which box). That is why he currently wears purple all year round.

I know, time for daddy to start sewing again.

When I went to St Cuthbert's I told Elfie, one of the dedicated members of the Altar Guild and a good Swede, that she had just gotten two Swedish priests for the price of one. I then introduced her to Fr. Anskar. Elfie, a retired first-grade teacher, was delighted.

He is a rather dashing blond Viking, isn't he?

Schmitty Bear, btw, belonged to a neighbor. When Mr. Schmidt died, my mother took him in. When mother died, he came to live with me. I assume he must be a centenarian, the elder bear in our home.

Greetings to one and all on this festal day. I think I shall have another bite of maple fudge.
--the BB