F or the almost 20 years that she lived in Mexico, one of my late mother's Irish friends frequently mentioned having a "No Day." A day with no social obligations, chores, tasks, or other work that interfered with whatever personal interests took one's fancy on the day in question. Since today -- a gray and chilly Saturday -- is Mom's birthday, the Grand Duchess is out with friends, and the Young Master is ensconced on the sofa in the TV room with a cold, yours truly is taking his own such No Day. I think Mom would approve of my decision to make the world go away, as the old Eddie Arnold song intoned, even if only for a little while. So, I will spend Saturday afternoon focused on that first squadron and small regimental staff of Eureka Saxon cuirassiers. These have stood waiting untouched over on the painting table for almost three weeks while we skied and otherwise gadded about with snowy, winter outdoor activities. I hope to share a painting update Sunday a
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What spires, what farms are those?
For it is the table of yon Stokes,
Where toy soldiers march in rows,
I am no hand at verse it seems,
and had best stick to prose.
Our friend and commentator, the estimable Conrad Kinch, proves that within every Irishman burns the spirit of the poet, if in ever so small a quantity! It was a pleasure to view your efforts in terrain design. Will you be draping a oovering over these or painting and flocking them? They should provide a wonderful venue for your table top battles when done.
May you have had a wonderful Father's Day and may you have many, many more.
Best regards,
Gerardus Magnus
Archbishop Emeritus