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PAGE 4 The Georgia Bulletin, May 8,1980 Human Bondage The powers that be in Iran believe that the cause of the new Revolutionary Republic will be served by making others suffer. Right now the “others” involved are innocent men and women deliberately trapped and unscrupulously held hostage. Both government and Church mysteriously goad on the perpetrators of blatent international crime. The center of our concern has been the Americans held hostage. The scene changed last week and the distraction was merely more human suffering. The London police tried every means possible to pry loose the innocent hostages held in the Iranian embassy, but to no avail. With violent and stubborn arrogance, the hostage scene was repeated. The sickening sight of a body thrown through a door forced the hand of the police. The result was grand scale suffering for everyone, with no apparent winners and death laid on the doorstep of the innocent. Obviously the powers in Iran know our weakness. We care about human bondage. Our concern seeks safety and release for those unjustly held. We prize human life. We will negotiate. The Iranians, lusting for revenge, prey on our weakness. Their current enjoyment, resulting from our depression, belongs to a jungle mentality. After the London destruction the world should see that pressure must be brought to bear. Every nation on the globe has the potential of being next. Iran will not discriminate. She will pick and choose at random. Innocent bystanders anywhere in the free world could be the next pawns for ransom. International, immediate pressure is the answer. The brotherhood of mankind of every race, of every creed has rules that must be kept. Iran cannot be an exception. If the price of Iranian oil is agreement with their acts of international savagery then it’s too expensive. We can’t afford it. -NCB The Ascension Ascension. The word immediately conjures up frescoed images of a cloud-encircled Christ, eyes and hands upraised, moving skyward while the Apostles look on in respectful confusion. This may indeed be a case where visual images serve only to detract from the reality at hand. Quattrocento masters notwithstanding, what is the reality at hand? What are we celebrating when we come together in faith to remember the Ascension - that Thursday forty days after Easter when Christ went to be with His Father? If Christ in His humanity united Himself totally to us, can we not say that the Ascension is a sign and reality of our own calling to be ultimately united with the Father? If we follow Christ to the grave, and look forward to the resurrection of our glorified bodies, can we not then look to the Ascension as a guarantee of our own “ascension” or lifting up by the Father? Ascension means more than another miraculous act in the life of a miraculous God/Man. It is a loving expression of what we, too, are promised by our Brother, the Christ. In His care and concern for His people, Jesus walked the earth for forty days after His resurrection, assuring His friends that their faith was real. In His Ascension Christ offers further assurance that our loving Father calls us, as well, to be supported, encouraged, and lifted up to full union, in love, with Him. Well may we celebrate . . . --TKJ Resound ... Resound ... Resound DECATUR: My school, St. Thomas More in Decatur, is having an Olympic Day. Our physical education teacher Ms. Susan Stokes is director of this project, I am Kirsten Stimmel a student in the sixth grade working as P.R. person. Olympic day will be held on May 16 from 9:00 to 1:30. Would you be interested, in supporting us? We will have such events as, the javelin throw, the 440 relay, the shot put, the standing broad jump, and other events. Olympic gold medalist Mel Pender will be our honored guest. The school number is 373-8456. Someone will contact you from the school. KIRSTEN STIMMEL DECATUR: I found Teresa Gernazian’s column on Drs. Jefferson and Diamond very informative. In a recent book “You’re Not Too Old to Have a Baby” by Jane Price, the authoress assures women that no matter how old, because of amniocentesis and follow-up abortion, we can all have the perfectly normal baby. All we have to do according to her is to write our March of Dimes for information as to where the amniocentesis test may be obtained. She wishes that it could be available in each little hamlet. In fact, Price quotes a social policy expert Amitai Etzioni who said, “Doctors can tell you with a very high degree of accuracy whether a particular fetus is apparently normal or grossly defective. Parents now can literally choose between a mongoloid child and a normal one and know that if they abort an affected fetus, they can very likely replace it with a normal child! It is like the difference between having to go for the jackpot each time, with life at hard labor if you fail, as compared to putting your money on a hose in a race in which there are only two horses in the running after having been told, with 99% accuracy, which is to be the winner!” Dr. Liley, discoverer of amniocentesis to help in the RH factor problem says there is nothing neutral in the reason the test is being used. How can Pro-Lifers continue to support the March of Dimes and its selective breeding procedures? Christians must believe that God created us all, whatever our disabilities and therefore NEVER contribute to the efforts to label the defective for destruction!! MRS. MARY PEEK NORTH ATLANTA: We were happy to read about Holy Cross Parish’s beginnings, and the many people who worked in the past to form us and make us grow. However in talking of the past, the immediate present was somewhat neglected by the omission of the names of our Dominican Fathers who have made Holy Cross the unique church that it is today. The Dominican team, with Fr. Mark Geary as Pastor, also includes Fr. Peter Gerhard and Fr. Frank Ralph, with Fr. Jeremy Miller in residence. With their love and guidance this team has been used by the Lord to make Holy Cross a special place of worship today. In addition to beautiful homilies they have always encouraged innovative and meaningful input from the lay person. The results have been beautiful liturgies and programs which have truly blessed this community. In a special way we thank Archbishop Thomas Donnellan for sending us these Dominican Fathers who have so enriched our communal and spiritual lives. MRS. CARMELA FEY Catholic A rchdiocese of A t lan ta Most Rev. Thomas A. Donnellan— Publisher Rev. Monsignor Noel C. Burtenshaw -- E4itor Member of the Catholic Press Association Business Office U.S.A. $6.00 680 West Peachtree, N.W. Telephone 881-9732 Canada $6.00 Atlanta, Georgia 30308 Foreign $8.50 DEADLINE: All material for publication must be received by MONDAY NOON for Thursday’s paper. Postmaster: Send POD Form 3579 to THE GEORGIA BULLETIN 601 East Sixth Street, Waynesboro, Georgia 30830 Send all editorial correspondence to: THE GEORGIA BULLETIN 756 West Peachtree Street N.W. Atlanta, Georgia 30308 Second Class Postage Paid at Waynesboro, Ga. 30830 Published Weekly except the second and last weeks in June, July and August and the last week in December at 601 East Sixth St., Waynesboro, Ga. 30830 I Got Fried By The Colonel Dave McGill (continued from last week) One morning in the middle of the week following the vacation trip, I made an announcement at the breakfast table: “Well, gang, I’ll be bringing home the dinner tonight! All you’ll have to furnish are your appetites.” “Are you going to use that freebie card Colonel Sanders gave you in Washington, Dad?” asked Gayle. I proudly whipped it out of my wallet. “Sure am. He said we could get a free barrel with this little personal card, and that fried chicken is as good as in the plates.” That night, as I drove toward the Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise on my way home, I was whistling and envisioning how things would go when I arrived there: “Yes, are you the manager?” I fantasized. “God. I’ve got one of Colonel Sanders’ personal business cards here. He gave it to me last week and told me to redeem it for a barrel of fried chicken any night I wished.” Then I pictured the manager hopping to it: “WOW! Yes, SIR!!!! Oh, boy, what an honor! Would you like original or crispy? Perhaps a barrel of EACH? And potato salad? Rolls? Gravy, sir? Desert? What to drink? Nothing too good for a friend of the Colonel, sir!” My mental scenario ended just as I drove up to the place. I hopped out of the car, my little speech honed to perfection. I asked for the manager, and delivered it perfectly, with eloquence and a smile. But, alas, the manager muffed HIS lines badly. First, the guy peered at me like I was crazy. You know the look - the head cocked to one side with one eye nearly shut and the other one boring a hole right through you. He fingered the card, and turned it over a few times. He flexed it, and I thought for a minute there I was going to have to ask him not to fold, bend, or mutilate it. Then he spoke: “Where’d you. say you got this?” (The tone was both ominous and puzzled, not unlike that of a cashier who realizes she has just discovered a stolen credit card and its new owner standing across the checkout ■ counter from her, but isn’t quite sure what to do about it.) It became clear to me that the fellow thought I had manufactured these cards in order to play Snuffy Smith and raid his hen-house. Obviously the Colonel’s personal card was NOT included in the list of “Things every franchise owner should know.” So I was forced to play my ace in the hole. I did so in the same tone in which Paul Newman spoke when he surprised his crooked opponent and won the poker game in “The Sting.” I watched that whole movie a second time recently just to hear him say, “Four jacks” after the other guy had declared his four nines. I flipped the photograph of Gayle and Col. Sanders onto the counter and said, “My daughter and the Colonel.” He muttered something under his breath that sounded like, “Son-of-a-gun-he’s-a-real- -live-person,” then looked at me and said, “How do I know this is your daughter, sir?” ‘ ‘ A A AAAARRRRGGGHH,” I replied. “Look, man, it’s a real photo. Where would I get it if it wasn’t her?” “If it wasn’t ‘she,’ ” he corrected. “Now just a minute. I want a barrel of chicken, not a grammar lesson.” His final remark was that yes, he had heard of the Colonel, but no, not of his personal cards, redeemable-in-full-for-a-bar- rel-of-chicken, and that he would check into it for me. I was really discouraged, and I left. What a fowl trick the Colonel played on me, I thought. He fried me good. I never heard a word from that owner. But I heard some stomachs growling when I got home, having forgotten that the main purpose of my stopping was not necessarily to get FREE chicken, but to bring home the bacon, whatever the cost. Indeed, I had counted my chickens before they had hatched. Special People Teresa Gernazian Leo and Blanche Zuber are special people and in the Year of the Family, it’s a privilege to spotlight their story. Parishioners of St. Thomas More for over thirty years, they celebrated their 40th anniversary last November. It’s been a successful merger of north and south. Blanche was the first southern girl Leo met when he came to east Tennessee with TVA from Michigan. They were married seven years before moving to Atlanta in 1946 and a year later Patricia, their first, was bom. Then came Leo, Jr., Thomas, Peter, Paul and Mary. Blanche was 42 when Mary was born but in those days nobody bugged you about all the “risks”. They’re all away from home now but four grandchildren add to the Zuber’s blessings. Blanche recalls the days of three car pools, band, ballet, Boy Scouts, Campfire Girls and pets. An exciting pet experience came in 1960 when Leo ordered a rabbit from Coulee Dam, Washington. After a brief stay in the Zuber yard, she gave birth to eight bunnies and then went to rabbit heaven. Miss Patty (age 12) became foster mother, feeding all eight warm milk with a medicine dropper. Her success story was later printed in a rabbit breeders’ publication. Leo and his boys would often spend a summer week at the Monastery in Conyers and equalizing things, he would often take the girls to the Visitation Monastery, then on Ponce de Leon, for Sunday visits. Leo and Blanche still keep in contact with the Visitation Sisters as Guard of Honor members. A highlight for the couple was their 1975 pilgrimage to Our Lady of Guadalupe Shrine in Mexico with fellow parishioners, Sister Ann Brew, Elizabeth Fitch and Mary Lewis, parish housekeeper. They’re also grateful for a recent cruise to Jamaica, Haiti, Santiago de Cuba and Havana among several other places. How old are parish memories? Blanche Leo and Blanche recalls an altar society bazaar which netted $600 for the new church building. Currently Blanche is active in a circle which takes care of the parish nursery and assists Birthright in many ways. Leo recalls the successful Operation Understanding during Archbishop Hallman’s time - an Open House throughout the diocese for other denominations.* As director of St. Thomas More’s Open House, Leo can vividly remember the words of Rev. Dick H. Hall, Jr., then Pastor of First Baptist Church of Decatur, “I’m glad to see some of my people here.” Birthright’s first male telephone volunteer, Leo became Birthright Treasurer in 1973 and still serves with great dedication. Father Walter Donovan, St. Thomas More Pastor, has generously permitted Birthright to speak before the Masses on a Sunday in May (this year it’s May 18) and Leo courteously coordinates all arrangements. Once book reviewer and Book Review Editor for The Bulletin (as this paper was then called) for seven years, Leo Was proud to have Flannery O’Connor as one of his reviewers. Leo retired from HUD in 1977 with a distinguished service award. Family mementoes, sacramentals, well-adjusted house plants and conversational what-nots arranged with Blanche’s loving hands, make their thirty-two year old house a witness for Christian family living. The same with their front and back gardens where Mother Nature softly whispers “God is here.” Working Women Sheila Mallon I’ll have to admit I find I get aggravated about some things more easily these days. Perhaps I should say exasperated. But if I am to be utterly truthful “aggravated” would be a lot closer to my true feelings. I got a call at my husband’s office recently from a dulcet voiced female who offered to sell me “at half the original cost” a truckload of paper for our copier. About seven years ago I answered a similar call, a gentleman explained (same pitch as dulcet voiced female) that he had sold his copier and he had this huge supply of paper he would sell at tremendous savings (to me). The problem was and is that these folks are selling paper which is already over age. Most copy paper, particularly the photo sensitive type for wet copiers has a limited shelf life. What these crooks do is buy expired date paper from the manufacturer or distributor and then try to resell it to unsuspecting do dos like yours truly. Another ploy that is tried on the unsuspecting office bill payer is the invoice that arrives from West Germany or Northern Ireland. It claims to be billing you for your International Telex Listing. Since we don’t conduct too much business outside of Georgia, it wasn’t too hard to figure out that one. Then there are all the charities that have someone call and ask you to contribute to the fund for the dentally deficient, or send 16 underprivileged children to a circus put on by the “Order of the Heffalump”. I’ve discovered that its easier to weed out the phonies on these calls if you ask them to send you a brochure or any printed material they may have describing their charity. The legitimate ones are happy to do so and the others move on to “greener” pastures. It’s amazing how many of these “con-men” are about and unfortunately they seem to proliferate in hard times. What really started me on this track was a story told to me recently by a friend about something that had happened to her mother who has been recently widowed. She was approached by a contractor who had left his card in her mail box. She wanted to have some appliances and cabinets replaced in her kitchen. He quoted her a price that was way below those given her by other contractors. After he had pulled apart her kitchen he asked her for half the money (so that he could purchase her new equipment). She paid him and needless to say he disappeared. The phone number on his handout was an answering service with an unpaid bill and they can’t locate him either. Another friend told me about an elderly couple in Decatur. They have just been fleeced by a couple of con-men who supposedly were going to insulate their house. The requirement was a third down. After cashing the check the two disappeared and left the couple several hundred dollars poorer. According to those who are in the business of investigating this type of crime this is only the tip of the iceberg. Very often the victims like the widow and the elderly couple are on fixed incomes. When I was a child my grandfather explained to me the precepts of “Caveat Emptor” (buyer beware). He warned me that there were many unscrupulous people who would take advantage of the trusting and that I should always require of any seller a warranty or guarantee of what he is asking me to buy. However, my grandfather, who lived by the now old fashioned precept of “I could not love thee dear so much, loved I not honor more” gave me an example that left me with a trusting soul. However, I am a quick study, and if you call me to sell a gold mine or an oil well, a roof for my house or a subscription to a magazine you will be fingerprinted, photographed and run through the FBI computer before you get a cent of this “once bitten, twice shy” lady’s money. Although, if you have a smile like either of my sons, and you are working your way through college, or if you are under ten and selling Girl Scout cookies or tickets to the Boy Scout Jamboree, or peddling donuts to benefit the local High School or if you are a Knight selling a rose for Pro-Life on Mother’s Day - I’ll be buying.