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1970s Br Francis Mulligan
The epistolary apostolate

The epistolary apostolate

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Please don’t let the fancy title of this story make you nervous. Basically, epistolary apostolate means “the letter-writing apostle.” Brother Frank, I’m learning, loved to write letters. If you read The Mulligan Cousins a few weeks back, you’ve already “met” Brother Frank. He was Mom’s cousin by marriage (her aunt Marcella’s marriage, that is), as his birth mom, Mary, passed away when he was just five. Their home on Central Avenue in New Haven still looks great: Here is a…

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1942 USS Hornet public domain
‘She Stood Alone’

‘She Stood Alone’

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She was just 13 years old. It must have felt like the world was exploding. Her uncles were in uniform. The radio blasted news of war. There was rationing of food and materials. Newspaper headlines were frightening. So Mom wrote poems. Some she included in letters to her aunt who lived an hour away. It wasn’t until after Sister Amabilis passed away that Mom discovered all her letters had been preserved. This poem about the USS Hornet was so long,…

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1933 Ginny Cassidy's yearbook photo
‘Fleshing the Bones’

‘Fleshing the Bones’

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Mom dearly loved her aunt Ginny. The youngest of Grandpa Cassidy‘s siblings, Ginny lived her entire life on Lombard Street in New Haven. Virginia Anne Cassidy came into this world on December 11, 1915. This was a full 22 years after her oldest brother, John, was born. Grandpa was 15 years older than Ginny. After all these years, it’s only now coming to me that Mom must have been named for her. Virginia was Mom‘s middle name. This is the…

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1920 Anna Reilly Cassidy
Annie, we hardly knew ye

Annie, we hardly knew ye

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This feels like a miracle. Or at the very least, an answer from Saint Anthony. The other morning, I woke up full of determination to look into the other side of Mom’s family. The Cassidy side. Surely there must be someone out there who was also a great-grandchild of Patrick and Annie who wants family stories preserved and shared. Right? I started with the youngest of their seven children, worked my way to Marcella, and put together a story about…

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The Mulligan cousins

The Mulligan cousins

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As today is the anniversary of D-Day, I went looking for a relative who served during World War II and came across Mom’s Mulligan cousins. Let’s start with John Joseph Mulligan, Jr. He was born in 1920 in New Haven, Connecticut. Here’s a photo from his high-school yearbook: Sadly, his mom – Bertha Prindle Mulligan – passed away when he was only ten. She was 31. Eighteen months later, John got a stepmom. Mom’s aunt Marcella Cassidy married John Sr….

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1979 Mom at writing desk Joan Vayo
‘The Other Woman’

‘The Other Woman’

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After a loved one dies, it’s a great relief to dream about them. I seem to dream about Mom and Dad just a few times a year. It always feels current, yet back in time. That way about dreams that’s only confusing after you awaken. In the dream, I proclaim joyfully that Mom is able to walk steadily again, as in her pre-Parkinson’s days. I hug her repeatedly. We prepare a meal together; it’s always a family gathering. I wake…

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Mom & Dad 2002
The two-year poem

The two-year poem

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One of these days, I need to pull out Mom’s “rejection folder” for a blog post. Yes, she kept the rejection letters she received from magazine editors over the years. Rejection. Who needs that?! But Mom never gave up. She kept mailing out those hand-typed poems, knowing her work was good. Once in a while, there’d be hand-written feedback in the margins of those letters, written by kind editors who no doubt understood the pain of rejection. Back in the…

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1929 Cassidy Wedding
‘Maybe’

‘Maybe’

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With Mother’s Day just around the corner, here’s a poem Mom wrote in memory of her mother in 2004. The occasion was the 101st anniversary of Grandma‘s birth. It had been more than two decades since Grandma’s passing, but her oldest child was still thinking of her parents together. Dancing together. Maybe In a photograph the windowlures us to a world away we’ll never seeso like a road ascending bendingon the driver’s side and then is goneas we are gonewhat…

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2025 hoarfrost
‘Country Scene in Winter’

‘Country Scene in Winter’

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Winter hit hard in southern Indiana 10 days ago with that most horrifying of weather combinations: first rain – then snow – then freezing rain – followed by more snow and then a deep freeze. Although the snowfall was gorgeous, cozy, and long-awaited, the high winds and power loss were no fun. At the same time, Los Angeles was ablaze, so there was no complaining from us. (If you’ve been looking to make a donation, here’s a suggestion.) We hunkered…

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1944 History in the Making - crop
A young girl’s D-Day poem

A young girl’s D-Day poem

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I’ve been thinking a lot about Mom and Dad these past several days, knowing they were just 14 years old when D-Day occurred on June 6, 1944. The 80th anniversary of D-Day commemoration brought tears to my eyes, watching news coverage of the war veterans – some of whom had stormed the beaches of Normandy – honored and paying tribute to those who filled the cemeteries after the horrific battles. While reading The Longest Day by Cornelius Ryan over the…

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