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could see two men unloading barrel
after barrel of beer in preparation for
the big Festival that night. Typical
Kolping!
At seven that evening all of the
priests assigned to various missions
were feted at a banquet in the General
Steuben Hotel with a Colonel
Zimmermann as our host. This banquet
was first class, with good humor
even better than the main course -
lobster wrapped in Filet of Sole. After
the banquet we received our briefing
from Chaplain Nash Geaney. A short
tour of the town, a few stops here and
there where the spirit of Karnival was
at its highest, a short but sound sleep
— and Saturday began.
At 8:30 A.M. an official car carried
us back to Frankfort - Main Airport.
There I boarded a Lufthansa for a trilling,
beautiful flight over the Alps
down to Nice, France. Someone more
skilled with words will have to put
on paper a description of the majestic
Alps on a clear sunny day from an
altitude of 20,000 feet. I had an hour
and a half in Nice, scarcely time to
run over to see Grace Kelly, but e-
nough time to enjoy the flowers, palm
trees and a delicious glass of French
wine. A group of Italian Marist brothers
were visiting Nice and among
them I found one who spoke both
English and German. He informed
me that they too were on a sight -
seeing tour and, surprisingly enough,
were just getting ready to go to visit
Grace Kelly. I hurried back to the
air terminal. There just before I left,
my French vocabulary increased when
I hurried through a door marked
"Prive" only to discover that a rather
impressive looking office was not exactly
what I had in mind when I
bolted through that door. After I
was directed to the correct door, I
washed my hands, and soon I was
aboard an Atlantic Caravel headed
for Barcelona. Never have I ridden
in a more beautiful plane along a
more scenic route than the shoreline
fo the Mediterranean. Too soon we
a falling leaf, this magnificient plane I waiter was sure that even a man my
came down to earth. No one even
fastened a seat belt!
At Barcelona, Sgt. Nat Adams was
waiting for me. Even though a five
hour drive lay ahead of us, he insisted
that I see some of the sights
of Barcelona. We drove to the top
of a high hill, where an old fort was
located. From here we had a panoramic
view of Barcelona with its ancient
harbor. Then we drove through
size couldn't eat all that he had or
dered. And so we began to cance
some of the items. Even so, the mea
was more than I could handle.
About one in the morning we lef
Laguna's and drove to the Air Basse
where Father Hess has a comfortable
Jiome, right near the chapel.
The next morning the mission began
with Mass and sermon at 8:00 A.M
Theh first person to come in to see me
the city, saw the Royal Palace and
the Cathedral. We visited the walledin
Old Town with its quaint shops
and craftsmen. The most interesting,
as usual, were the glass blowers.
It was now past four o'clock and
time for us to set out by Wolkswagen
for Zaragoza. We took the Spanish
version of the Dan Ryan Expressway,
after the "Mass was Pantoga
a two lane cobblestone road that
snaked its way over, around and under
mountains. Every other vehicle
on the road was a massive truck inching
its way along our Spainish autobhn.
Like saying a rosary, we passed
each truck, one at a time. Needless to
say our meditation was on the sorrowful
mysteries. As we progressed along
the road we encountered hundreds of
peasants leading their mules along
our expressway. Men quit work at
sundown. Every now then a shepherd
with his flock would use our expressway
for a stretch and I was informed
that he and his sheep had the right
of way. Finally, after almost five hours,
we- saw the lights of Zaragoza.
At the home of Nat Adams I met
the base chaplin, Father Clarence
HLesseldenz, a priest from St. Louis,
who during the next week proved
to be one of the most gracious and
generous hosts I ever met. Immediately
we set out for Laguna, a Spanish
restaurant, in Zaragoza. It was well
past 10:00 P.M., but we were early
;or supper. The Spanish never eat
supper until after 10:00 P.M. Father
'Hess' ordered the meal. As he read
off a litany of items from the Spanish
menu, the waiter finally interrupted,
gesticulated wildly and sputtered
were above Barcelona. Below was Spanish at the rate of 500 words a
a beautiful golf course with players minute. When I inquired what was
practically on every hole. Gently, like wrong, Fr. Hesss told me that the
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a former resident of Chicago Kolping
House. The week was a busy one with
morning and the Mission sermon each
night at 20:00.
During the afternoons I was constantly
visiting some spot of interest
in the area. The Basilica of Our Lady
of Pilar, a shrine visited by thousand;
of people every day, is a beautiful
and devotional spot in Zaragoza. It
is a treasure house of paintings, carvings
and tapestries. (Vivian - run the
picture if you can!)
My most interesting day was a visit
with Major Jack Hackett who took
me to an advance Radar Installation
some 40 miles from Zaragoza, 5500
feet up a mountain. Here I could
"see' on a radar screen every airplane
flying over Spain. After an inspection
of the site, I was the guest of Col.
Buckley, the commander at the site.
During lunch he mentioned Glen Ellyn,
Illinios, and I asked him if he
knew Msgr. Eugene Luke. That guestion
triggered an almost unbelievable
chain of events. The colonel immediately
started issuing orders - "Call
the Mayor!" - "Get my car ready!"
- "Get our offcial photographer!"
Before I realized what had happened
I was in the colonel's car on my way
to Calatayud, a sister city to Glen
Ellyn. We soon arrived at the City
Hall, where Mayor Antoinne Gil was
waiting. Never have I met a more
effervescent personality than this fifty
year old, six foot seven executive of
Calatayud! Flash bulbs began popping
as camermen from the U.S.A.F. and
the local paper covered the warm
welcome of an American priest who
happened to know Msgr. Luke of
Glen Ellyn.
The mayor took us on an inspection
tour of city hall. Despite our protests
that we just lunched, he insisted we
accompany him to dinner. Soon we
were seated in a truly beautiful Spanish
rsetaurant at a table loaded with
an infinite variety of Spanish dishes -
snails, oysters, shrimp, eels (yes, eels!),
cheeses, soups, meats, etc. Utterly fantatic!
I was introduced to Sangria,
a delightful drink of wine with citrus
fruits mixed in.
During the meal the mayor grev
impatient. Where was his courrie
bringing the gift for the mayor o
Glen Ellyn. Finally he decided w
we would search for him. After abou
ten minutes we spotted a soldier i
full regalia slowly pushing his bicycl
along the road. Our man had bee
found. He was delayed because o
a puncture in his front tire. The may
or went over to the embarrssed mes
senger, pulled a four foot saber form
his belt, flourished it in the air and
was sure he was going to behead th
messenger. But, no, he came toward
me and with a grandliose gestur
presented the gift for the mayor o
Glen Ellyn - a genuine Toledo sabe
dated 1861. I accepted it with thanks
I wondered how I would get it to Glen
Ellyn. Certainly the guardia of Spain
wouldn't let as American carry thi
fearsome weapon through Spain or ou
of Spain. Joe Hackett solved my dif
ficulty by saying he would ship it bad
to Chicago for me.
After a week in Zaragoza (and a
successful mission) I flew to Madrid
Here Father Albert Cutress, a colonel
and Father Thomas O'Connell and
Frank Galen greeted me. During thi
week I lived with Father O'Connel
in Royal Oaks about five miles ou
of Madrid. Our church, St. Christopher,
was in Madrid proper. Here the
second mission was given with great
success.
Madrid is truly one of the beautifu
cities in the world, modern and ancient,
standing side by side - a Buick
trailing behind a donkey cart. Many o!
the Americans connected with the
Air Base and the Embassy live in
Madrid rather than at Torrejon, fifteen
miles outside of the city. The
city is booming. Literally hundreds
and hundreds of eight story apartmen
buildings are rising up all over Mad.rid.
The traffic is unbelievable
Thousands of taxis dart about the city
[ took a taxis one afternoon and rode
through Madrid for almost an hour
The charge? 52 pesetas, something
less than a dollar. And what a trill
ride in Riverview park comes
close to the excitment of a Madrid
taxi ride. All these drivers use is the
lorn and the accelerator. The brake
s never touched!
My first week in Madrid is filled
with a thousand memories of places
and people. There were some disappointments.
A bull fight on Sunday
afternoon was rained out - and a socer
game this Sunday (Feb. 23) was
also rained out. We were to join
120,000 Spaniards in rooting Madrid
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on a victory over Valencia, but instead
I am writing ray letter to the Kolping-
After morni ng Masses at 10 and 12,
I was free until 8:30 P.M. When the
Mission service began. Each afternoon
some good American would take me
somewhere on a tour. I spent one afternoon
in the fabulous El Prado,
the 3rd largest art museum in the
world. Another afternoon just touring
the city . Friday and Saturday I was
free all day. On Friday I visited Toledo.
Writers say that it one had only
24 hours in Spain one would have
to spend it in Toledo. They do exaggerate.
Saturday I visited the Valley
of the Fallen, the latest of the great
shrines in Spain. Here is a Church
built in a mountain that is three meters
longer than St. Peter's in Rome.
It was erected by Franco as a burial
place for all those who fought in the
bloody Spanish civil war. Above this
church stands a crucifix that must be
at least 300 feet high. This church was
consecrated by Cardinal Cicognani in
1960. That same day we visited El
Escorial, filled with treasures and remains
of the great kings and queens
of Spain. Truly an unforgettable tour.
Today I began my third mission at
Torrejon Air Base. I am living with
Father Galen. At my Mass this morning,
the commander of the base, Major
General Earl Knapp, was my Mass
server. It promises to be another successful
mission.
Greeting to all from Spain. Keep
me in your prayers.
Father Fischer
Rev. Matthias E. Fischer, Dir.
Saskatoon, Canada
A letter recevied from our member
of Section No. 3, John Hirtz, of the
above city, writing the editor the sad
news that on March 2, 1964 he returned
from the funeral of hi$ brother
Tony at Fort St. John, Alaska.
His brother Tony, was iborn in
Bondorf, Luxembourg May 21, 1895.
Two brothers and 4 sisters of the
Hirtz family are still living in Luxembourg.
Also brother John in Saskatoon.
Tony came to Canala in 1912. He
was farming in the Lucky Lake and
Meadow Lake District. He moved to
Alaska Highway 10 years ago. His 3
sons today are prominent in the Lum—
aer and Oil Well business as contractors.
He is deeply mourned by his loving
wife, 3 sons and two daughters, 14
grandchildren. Tony Hirtz was a
good friend of the Indian population.
He gave employment to many. Visitors
from Luxembourg or the states
always stopped and visited with him
anl his family. Some of these were
Mrs. Dr. Demuth, from Luxembourg,
Mr. and Mrs. Leon Lefort, Montreal,
. and Mrs. Jans and families and
relatives from Chicago, Ill. The Honorable
Georges Heisbourg, Luxemxmrg
Ambassador in Washington
).C., and many more.
Tony Hirtz, lived and died like a
rue Luxembourger. Now that he is
jone he leaves a certain emptiness
imong those who knew him throughiut
Saskatchewan and British Golumtia.
Our sincerest sympathy to our
member John and the bereaved family
f Tony.
OLITICS — REVELATION
Representative Brooks Hays told
f a bishop who advised a politician to
0 out into the rain and lift his head
eavenward. "It will bring a revela-
.on to you," the old bishop promised.
Next day the politician reported:
1 followed your advice and no reveation
came. The water poured down
my neck and I felt like a fool."
"Well," said the bishop, "isn't that
uite a revelation for the first try?"
— WOODEN BARREL.
GOSSIPS, CATALOGING OF
Gossips have been cataloged in three
ifferent types: the vest button type
—always popping off; the vacuum
.eaner type—always picking up the
irt; the liniment type—they rub it
—THE FAR EAST.