The Swallows of San Juan Capistrano
Not far from San Diego, where my parents shifted from the Texas plains to sunny California during WW2 because my daddy had to go for training at the Naval base there, a mission point known as San Juan Capistrano nested in the nearby hills.
A legend had grown out of the centuries long migrations of swallows who consistently returned to the Mission from Argentina. What spirit was stirred in their little breasts to make that trip twice a year?
The famous cliff swallows of San Juan Capistrano that leave town every year in a swirling mass near the Day of San Juan (October 23), are returning from their winter vacation spot 6,000 miles south in Goya, Corrientes, Argentina.
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“Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ” (1 Pet. 2:5).
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When I was a young girl at home, many told me that my mother had written poetry when she was younger, but I never saw much of it. After her marriage to my father, her life was filled with four children and a farm. Farm life was never easy for any of us.
Move from that thought to the present, where our son-in-law constantly researches his family tree and our daughter’s too. Recently he unearthed a poem my mother had written as an obituary for her mother’s sister’s husband, who died in a train accident in Lubbock, TX. Finding this poem online was truly amazing.
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