S: A Day at the Races ~ Uncle Joe turns 90
BC: A DAY AT THE RACES WITH UNCLE JOE | MAY 27, 2012 201220mAYNovember 8
10: WEST KRABI COAST | November 10 | "He is every inch a King"....Joe was to his parents every inch a son, to his siblings he was every inch a brother, to his nieces & nephews he was every inch an Uncle and to his God he was every inch a Priest." Uncle Gerard's tribute to his brother Joe.
11: The Family Tree
12: The calendar’s filled with the names of the saints, (Most of ‘em genuine; a few though, who ain’t). You will find them depicted in stone, bronze, or paint, Each ready to solve almost every complaint. There’s the patron of builders, St. Vincent Ferrer; St. Mary of Magdalene for those who cut hair; St. Luke to aid doctors with those in their care; St. Matthew, who helps the IRS get its share. But these folks all lived long ago, mostly east of Rome, And I think we should seek one out a little nearer home, Whose works of love and kindness could fill a weighty tome; And he it is I’ve chosen as the subject of this poem. Joseph of Nolan is different: there is no need to pray For his help or advice, any time, night or day, Just pick up the phone and he’ll hear what you say, Then respond with the counsel you need right away. | Ode to Joe Nolan on His 90th Birthday
13: "I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars." Walt Whitman | He’s locally born, so he has a great sense Of what needs to be done; never mind the expense. The focus he brings to his work is intense— Though quite often his effort’s without recompense. He’s brought comfort to the poor and the afflicted; Assisted the struggling and the convicted; Aided the downtrodden and the evicted; Preached to the righteous and to the wicked. But has he wrought miracles? I hear the doubters say. He’s kept his wit and patience for nine decades, right up to this day; Been an island of grace and sanity in a world in disarray. How much more a miracle can a modern man display? Like a tree, Joe grew in Brooklyn—though less sedentary— And after high school he enrolled in the seminary, Where I’m sure there’s little doubt he was most exemplary. It’s sixty-five years since he was ordained; he’s almost legendary. | John Koot, 27 May 2012
14: After ordination, did our Joe set off alone? No, he served in seven parishes, each a stepping stone, Toiling till the longed-for day he got one of his own: Sacred Heart, where he at last controlled the microphone. Joe wasn’t quite as famous as the well-known Bishop Sheen, And his face was rarely featured upon the TV screen. But in his weekly sermons shone a wisdom seldom seen; His words touched hearers eight and eighty, and ages in between. Along with his wit and remarkable erudition, Joe helped all of those he found, whatever their condition; He strived to save souls from the depths of perdition, To spare them the pains of eternal ignition. And how our Joe loves Nature! He’s always been quite keen To explore the great outdoors, from the fairway to the green. When the rare drive went astray, Joe never made a scene, And it’s said when he got his hole-in-one, our Joe remained serene. Just as Michelangelo transformed the vast Sistine, And DaVinci made Miss Lisa the Louvre’s priceless queen, Joe can take a canvas that’s dauntingly pristine, And with oil paints turn it into a finely-crafted scene. | Ode to Joe Nolan on His 90th Birthday
15: ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL SUNSET OFF KRABI POINT | November 11 | We’ve feasted today on much more than loaves and fishes; The water and wine, as at Cana, both have been delicious. All that’s left is to give you our very warmest wishes, On this, your ninetieth birthday, both joyous and auspicious. Your title, Joe, is “Father,” and it’s one we find most suitable: That you’ve touched the lives of thousands is something indisputable. Although the ways of fate and chance are now and then inscrutable, Your cherished place in all those hearts is something like immutable. If you should ask us, “Who, for a penny’ll Tell me your thoughts?” we’ll say “Many’ll!” Which are, that you’ll thrive like a hardy perennial, And we’ll meet in ten years to mark your centennial! | John Koot, 27 May 2012
17: Happy Birthday Uncle Joe!
29: The Joralemon Street Gallup