had to do with the pride and glory of a beautiful love relation.
Just as Paul was touched by glory of the angelic face of Stephen
and just as the Roman Soldier said: “Truly this man is the son of God.”
so Grandpa was touched by a moment of glory that made him tremble
and perhaps all his feeling for his lost mother was in his sobbing.
And in John’s Gospel the Son glorifies and thus reveals the Father.
And the Father’s love helps to glorify the Beloved Son’s wonder.
And in John there are several dyadic one-on-one loving moments
such as when Magdalene did not recognize him after the Resurrection.
But in the way he said her name “Mary” as no one else could
ever say it she recognized her Lord and Master in a glory moment.
Did the beloved Mormon community somehow foster that kind of
sentiment that could feel the holy aura around a love of noble beauty?
Did it even go back into the Franciscan roots of English poetry and
had it to do with that shamanic presence that could heal and vitalize?
Mother thoroughly loved her father and even though he would become
a black-sheep bum-lamb wandering about as an alcoholic who
spent his last days at Pocatello in the Insane Asylum she knew
that in spite of it all our Heavenly Father loved him as did she.
I.2.9 Pauline Triadic Glory
In 1936, when mother was eighteen, Franklin Delano Roosevelt
was elected president of the United States and at once big things
began to happen even in the little town of Carey where the Mormons
were totally Republican and cared for as land owners by bankers.
Mrs. York, a Democrat, took over as head of the Carey Post Office
because jobs like that go to people of the party that makes it in.
They continued working on the big dams up Fish Creek and up
Little Wood River and Aunt Omas’ boarding house was filled
with migrant workers and many town’s people got new jobs.
Louie Arrian, a Basque, owned and ran the Carey pool hall and
he hired a young Basque poker player, Joe Goicoechea, to run
his games at the tables and Joe had been in jail for delivering
whiskey during the prohibition and in jail he learned card playing.
And Gramma Coates knew he was back in town for she had
known him as a youth up at the head of Fish Creek where
he often stayed with his uncle Pete Cennarrusa and Joe’s
father had died when he was only five and he and Leona talked
together in the shamanic presence and she liked him very much.
And she told mother what a nice, intelligent young man he was.
And then one day Joe and Joneva met and started talking together.
And she told her father she was talking with him and her father
couldn’t believe that his lovely young daughter would waste
her time on a vagrant, drinking, poker playing man with no
property or good job and he had to be fairly quiet because he saw
that Leona was their cupid and thus he could not speak his mind.
And when Joneva spoke with Joseph she sensed in him a
reverence she had never known before and it was as if he reverenced
her with the reverence his mother had when she said her rosary.
And in the triadic relation between Joseph, Leona and Joneva
there was a kind of triadic glory that gave glory to God in all things.
With coffee and cigarettes each morning he devoutly said his prayers.
I.3 With Her Catholic husband
I.3.1 The Holy Ideal and the Justice of Peace
In her last year of high school mother read Just David,
a novel by Eleanor Porter that revealed to her her destiny
so concretely that it inspired her with the directing dream
of a vision so vivid she felt it would guide her through life.
It was about a boy named David who was raised high
up in the mountains by his father alone in their little
mountain home with their books and violins and mother nature.
Daily David’s father taught him in the pleasure of a shared joy
reading, writing, arithmetic, Latin, French and jujitsu.
Their home reminded her of her home high up Iron Mine.
And it connected in association with Joseph Manuel Goicoechea.
As a youth he spent his summers up Fish Creek with Pete,
the husband of his sister, Claudia, who was like a father to him.
Often by the sheep corrals where the Iron Mine Stream flowed
into Fish Creek mother’s mother, Leona, and Joe’s sister, Claudia,
would meet in friendly, laughing conversation and one day
young Joe with his dancing brown eyes gave Leona some trout.
As he cleaned them for her there in the clear, icy stream
he told her how he liked school and especially sports.
He ran in the hills each day to get in good shape for Fall.
Claudia named her first daughter after Leona because
she liked her so much and because she liked the name.
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