Dec 09 - Decided I am a psychological mess

Saturday, December 9, 1972 - Page 344
LOCATION: Newport Beach

6:30 PM
I finally caught up. The last week or so has not been a feat of memory -- I din't feel like writing in this book so I just jotted down a bunch of notes for the days. I was still damned depressed, deciding I was a psychological mess, not as well adjusted as some people I know (i.e. Tim Hourigan, or Larry Brockway), nor as screwed up as others (i.e. Matt Gold, or Greg Langevin).

I got a letter from Greg the other day -- he's got a new partner for his criminal deeds -- his previous partner was shot to death in Louisville. He's an extremely right wing radical now but still a good guy, in a Mike McEvers psychopathic sort of way (more neurotic than psycho actually). I got up at noon today. Mike & Laramée dropped by at about 5:00 to chat and take some X-mas decorations from their stored boxes in the cabaña. Can't say much more for today -- got a form letter from the Shrine of the Nativity -- old Gill has some new tours whipped up.

One of them I may take advantage of. The letter's attached and you can pro'ly guess which tour I'll be on. It'll be a good way to get to Europe methinks. Okay -- more remains to be written about various thinks but I won't bother. I'll just sign off. --
OFF

TOMORROW: Just another boring day...

Jun 19 - Another flood in Rapid City

Monday, June 19, 1972 - Page 171
LOCATION: Newport Beach, California

(1:30 PM 6/20/1972)
It has been decided that I'm not gonna work any more at landscaping, and I'm leaving for S.D. [South Dakota] on the 28th (Jim & Cynthia are coming down for the 4th of July on the 29). Tom came back to Bethlehem --- Gil's in Pennsylvania burying somebody, and Rapid had another flood recently with 4 more feet of water. I've gotta get stuff prepared for the trip.

Still have not heard anything from the Latkas. Mayhaps I went too far with my irreverence in my last letter and they decided not to associate with me. Anyway, this book will return to South Dakota for another month or so.

Monday I woke up at 8:00, having got to sleep at 2:00. I got most of my photos selected to go with me to S.D. (to practice drawing) and I got to sleep at around 4 P.M., waking at 6:30 P.M. Mom had gone to bridge. I watched T.V. and washed the dishes. Went to bed about 1:30, ... [continued on next page]

Jun 06 - Job Day 1 - CA Presidential Primary

Tuesday, June 6, 1972 - Page 158
LOCATION: Newport Beach & Anaheim, California

8:30 PM
Got up at 6 A.M., though I didn't get more than an hour's worth of vague sleep. Chunk and Winnie came to pick me up at 6:20 A.M., and we got to the landscape place [Amerco Industries in Anaheim] at 7:00 (Winnie drove away on failing brakes), where I met the fore man -- John Somebody; and another worker, a Chicano, 18 years old, named Rick Somebodyelse.

We all drove up to the place where we were supposed to do landscaping. We dug holes, filled them with water, cut cans trees were in, planted the trees, layed sod for the front lawn of a house, planted plants, flowers, and shrubs, and went home at 4:00, or rather went back to the landscaping place to wait for 5:30 when mom finally arrived (she had to drop the Imperial off to get it fixed). I have five and a half blisters on my left hand, and 8 1/2 on my right.

Mom, me & Chunk stopped at Carl's Jr. to take advantage of a coupla free hamburger coupons, and we ate alot. I took a bath. The Presidential Primary for California is today -- Chunk's voting for McGovern, John (a 29 year old Rep.) is voting for Ashburn (or whatevertheguy'snameiswho'srunningagainstNixon), and Mom, of course, voted for Nix.

I've gotta be at the Landscaping place tomorrow at five, and me & Chunk are going to work in Oxnard for 3 days, sleeping in a Vagabond Motel with a pool. It rained some today. Confirmation has come from Gil, and I'll be flying over [to Rapid City] whenever I want. Dad called, got me an interview for Aero[nutronic], but I declined, since I've got an income now.

O.S.B. means Order of Saint Benedict

May 30 - Chess & turmoil at Chuck's place***

Tuesday, May 30, 1972 - Page 151
LOCATION: Newport Beach, California

(1:11:11 AM 5/31/1972)
Got up today when Chunk came in at 12:30 [PM], putting his boat back, along with another one belonging to some one else who will pick it up some time. I beat him one game of chess, and he left at 12:45. I wrote a letter to Fr. Gil, and mailed it with Sooz' letter. Tried to figure out the quickest way to check mate somebody and only was able to get it down to 16 moves.

I read some more in "Thother" (pg. 96) and I'm on 126 in "mansrisetocivilizationasshownbytheindiansofnorthamericafromprimevaltimestothecomingoftheindustrialstate" (Cross your own t's and dot your own i's). Chunk called 'bout six 30, and I drove over there to play chess. Chunk won six, I won three (boo!) and 3 were stale (alas). He made a meat loaf (he was going to use grass instead of parsley but he couldn't get any -- radical freak! Shame, shame), so I ate there. Connie needed help starting her car, and later she gave us some banana cream pies she got free from Contucky Fried Chick'n. Saw about ten minutes of the McGov/Humph debate whilst playing.

I left at 12:30 [AM], taking the big plastic plant and Wilimovsky painting as mom instructed.

"Balcony, New Orleans" Oil Painting by Charles A. Wilimovsky, my Mom's father

This was a festering to the familial turmoil writhing beneath the surface of Winnie & Mom. It's an interesting case where neither can see the other's viewpoint, and neither is wrong nor right. A true-life stalemate, and resultantly Winnie is becoming a stale mate for Chunk. She came home as I was about to leave -- when she saw what I'd taken she called at me to come back up, and take everything else (she now has a hole in the wall with nothing to cover it with, and a vacant spot on the floor).

To gain breathing time I called Dad (waking him up) because it would have been convenient for me to drop stuff off at his place that I had in the car. He thought not. By this time Winnie's displeasure had graduated to frustrated crying, and Chunk suggested I leave. Prudently, I left. He and me are pretty similar, and we both are beginning to recognize that he's always impressed when I do well with football, sports, girls or practical knowledge -- he doesn't expect it of me.

As youths he and me were in constant conflict, but now that we've grown out of it we can see each other with due respect. When Wendy was blowing up, I caught Chunk looking at me to gauge my reaction -- That's the kind of thing I do: Though you're involved in something, you can still be detached enough to check out other factors and people in unusual situations. Character analysis. Chunk's got as many facets as I have, and vice versa. But some are more obvious than others. 1:42:14 FINIS

Wendy Carpenter and Chuck Lyda

Jan 18 - Letter of explanation to Grandma Dot***

Tuesday, January 18, 1972
LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota

(9:00 PM 1/17/72)
Matt just talked with his dad, and he (Matt) is now greatly perturbed. For one thing, plans have changed once again: we're not leaving Tuesday, we're leaving Thursday, and a friend of Jack's isn't flying here, Lucifer (Dad) is! [Lucifer was an affectionate nickname for my father based on his first name Lu]

(9:30 PM 1/17/72)
After I wrote that I called Mom for confirmation. So that's how things are now, probably, presumably, temporarily, so far, as is, so far as I can tell, maybe... etc.

9:00 AM
Everybody got up before me, about 8:30. I got up at five to nine, and went outside. It snowed last night -- the mud's frozen, and there's a thin layer of white on the ground.

7:30 PM
M & I did a few minor tasks today -- we cleaned some trowels with gasoline, then we swept and mopped some rooms in the retreat house so they could put in the carpets. Last night, a guy named Dick McCoy dropped in from Sioux Falls (hitch hiked), and stayed -- he's still here now. Also, late in the day yesterday, a guy named Joe came by. Both of them slept in the bunk cabin, so in our room there are five people sleeping (Dick, Joe, Me, Matt & Brad) -- Keith, Wheezie, and Tom sleep in a bigger room. Phil's been in Rapid for the past few days, but he sleeps with us in one of the bunks. Tom said they haven't been this full since August.

Matt & I had a contest to decide who was the best artist -- he drew Laura Nyro, and I drew Melanie, then we both drew radios (he thought I had an unfair advantage drawing people). Anyway, it's snowing right now.

[In the previous year, Grady accompanied his Mother (Charmian), and Grandmother (Dorothea), on a tour to Denmark, Spain & Italy organized by the Shrine of the Nativity. Sending tour groups to various parts of the planet was a means of generating funds for the Conception Abbey, Order of St. Benedict, which maintained Father Gilbert's Retreat Facility at Bethlehem, South Dakota. This is how Grady became aware of the Shrine and Fr. Gil's invitation to visit Bethlehem Cave led to this January '72 road trip with Matt.]

Me, Mom & Grandma Dot starting our trip to Europe in 1971

 8:00 PM
[Inserted here is "Young Grady's" copy of his letter to Grandma Dot -- Dorothea Scheneman, my Mom's mother -- who was close friends with Father Gilbert since they both originated in Kansas City, Missouri]

1/18/72

Dear Grandma Dot,

Sorry it's taken me so long to write -- I haven't written to anybody because I knew all this was temporary and I'd be back soon to talk to everyone in person. But since you're on a case now [Dorothea earned an income as a home care nurse], I may not see you for a while.

The trip up here was not at all difficult. I took a relatively straight path, staying on the major interstate highways, knowing they'd be safe no matter what the weather was. (From the Newport Beach Freeway to Highway 15 to Salt Lake City. Then to Highway 80 as far as Cheyenne. From there, to 25, then to 90, straight to Rapid City.) But surprisingly, the weather was great -- clear sunny skies from California to Wyoming. Things only started getting bad when we got to South Dakota, but it didn't start snowing until we had already reached Bethlehem. Unintentionally, the timing was perfect. We got here just before the weather got really harsh -- the first night we were here it snowed, and during the past week it snowed pretty strongly, and temperatures dropped to -40° -- that was unusually cold even for this area. Right now (8:10 P.M., Tuesday, January 18), it's snowing, but only a couple of days ago it was clear, sunny, and warm (56°+). The weather, needless to say, has been inconsistent.

I must know you pretty well, because I wasn't surprised when -- after seeing Tom -- I immediately heard that you had phoned. I was pretty sure you'd guess I'd come here, and then communications would open up among all parties concerned. I couldn't take Matt to New York without knowing how his parents felt, and I couldn't ask them while I was in Newport, because they'd stop us of course. This way, they'd know what we were capable of, and make a more reasonable decision. The decision's been made, and we're returning to Newport Beach (mostly due to the legal complications), but I feel successful because Matt's parents will respect his freedom a little more -- and if he still wants to go to New York, after thinking it over a little better, he'll be free to do it with his parents' consent. That was my reasoning -- I wasn't running away from anything. I'm lucky enough to have parents (& Grandparents) who respect and trust me. I'm glad about that.

Everyone here talks about you constantly. I'm known as "Mrs. Schenemen's Grandson," and Mrs. Rogers hardly ever talks to me without mentioning you. We got your pictures of Israel, and we also got your vitamins. I have a pocket full of Vitamin-C and I was eating them a lot until Mrs. Rogers said that if I had too much I'd get an allergy or something. Is that right? I don't care, I'm still eating them -- but not as much.

I hadn't realized how much I owed to you until recently. If it weren't for you, I would have never gone to New York, or Europe (one of the most memorable things I'd ever done, before this), I would have never known about Bethlehem, S.D. and Father Gil, or the Latkas (with whom I've been corresponding quite a bit), and I wouldn't have a car, since the Chrysler was yours originally. If it weren't for you my life would be pretty darn dull. You're responsible for this little escapade -- you made it possible -- so if there's anyone to blame, or give thanks to, it's you.

THANKS MUCH,

GRADE-A

Jan 16 - Warm weather, new plans

Sunday, January 16, 1972
LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota

TOMMY 1969 The Who

1:30 PM
Last night after Matt left, Keith & Wheez came to the stereo cabin to play cards. I played some records, then I put on "Tommy," which I'd never heard before. Keith & Wheez left at about two, and I listened to TOMMY till 3:30. I went outside and saw three deer -- one of them walked to the block of salt to lick it. I watched them for about ten minutes -- they ran away and I went to bed.

I got up around 11:30. It's 56° now, and the snow is turning to mud. I ate the last icicle -- the rest of them have gone to greener pastures. The roofs are dripping, and we're leaving the doors of the cabin open for fresh air.

I called mom and dad, and now things are like this: Jack's flying up here no matter what, and Matt and I will drive back to California with him -- Jack will pay back the $40 to Gil, and finance the trip back. He's supposed to be here Tuesday. It's all over. It was a hollow victory, but a victory nevertheless. The problem is I'm not sure I was fighting for anything. More good has come out of this than bad, so I guess I spent my money wisely.

(3:00 PM 1/17/72)
Sunday is a day of rest, and that's what everybody did. Brad went walking for a few hours -- the sky was clear and the weather warm. Keith layed around playing his mandolin. A few tourists came and Wheezie took them thru the cave. We all watched "In Harm's Way" in Storms [the Stereo Cabin] till 1:00. Finally got to sleep at about 2:30 or 3:00.

Jan 15 - Parents attempt to exert authority

Saturday, January 15, 1972
LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota

1:30 PM
Got to sleep last night at around one thirty. Woke up today -- first at 8:30, when Brad wandered around saying, "Wakey, wakey." Phil groggily said, "I hate you." Brad replied, "It's 13° outside. Get up." "Above zero?" "Yes." -- "Good God! We're having a heat wave!" I promptly went back to sleep and woke up at 12:55. Matt came in a moment later, and said everyone was eating lunch -- he also said he wanted to leave for Chicago today. I eventually talked him out of it, and soon I'll be leaving for Newport Beach.

11:30 PM
WELL, FOLKS, THINGS HAVE TURNED ALL AROUND. LISTEN TO THIS ONE -- YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT! ---- THE WEATHER'S REALLY GETTING WARM -- IT MUST'VE GOT UP TO 40° ABOVE. EVERYTHING'S MELTING, SO MY SUPPLY OF ICICLES IS RUNNING OUT (I'VE BEEN MUNCHING ON THEM FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS). AFTER I FINISHED MY LAST ENTRY, MATT READ THIS BOOK, GRINNING AND CHUCKLING NOW AND THEN. I ALSO LET HIM KNOW I HAVE COPIES OF HIS POETRY, AND HE CALLED ME (ACCURATELY) "SNEAKY." I LET HIM KNOW MORE ABOUT ME TODAY THAN EVER BEFORE -- AND HE UNDERSTANDS QUITE A BIT.

I CHECKED THE CAR (IT STARTED FINE), DID A LITTLE PACKING, GOT CLEANED UP, AND WENT TO THE HOUSE WHERE MATT WAS READING A MAGAZINE. I TOLD GIL I WAS LEAVING AND WOULD BE BACK IN ABOUT A WEEK. HE WAS STRONGLY AGAINST IT. HE CALLED MOM FOR ME, AND SHE TOLD ME TO WAIT 'TILL DAD GOT HOME -- HE WOULD CALL ME AT AROUND SIX. AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR IRENE [Matt's slightly crazy mother] PHONED. SAID SHE'D TALKED WITH MOM, AND MOM TOLD HER SHE WAS COMING HERE TO GET THE CAR AND DRIVE IT BACK TO CALIFORNIA. I ASSUMED SHE'D MISUNDERSTOOD. AFTER THE PHONE CALL, TOM CAME TO THE STEREO BUNK TO TALK WITH US. AS IT TURNS OUT, FATHER GIL HAS BEEN PRESSURING HIM TO KEEP US BUSY. WE ASSURED HIM WE'D BE LEAVING SOON.

WHEN DAD CALLED I FOUND OUT JUST HOW STICKY THE SITUATION REALLY WAS. IF I LEFT WITH THE CAR HE WOULD REPORT IT STOLEN -- PREVENTING US FROM GETTING INTO WORSE TROUBLE. HE SAID MOM WAS GOING TO FLY TO S.D., AND DRIVE HER CAR BACK TO CALIFORNIA, SO THAT SHE COULD SELL THE COUGAR, SAVE UP FOR ANOTHER CAR, AND LET ME HAVE THE IMPERIAL IN A FEW MONTHS. THINGS WERE GETTING PRETTY CONFUSING, AND I WAS BEGINNING TO REALIZE "THE JIG WAS UP." WE WERE EITHER GOING TO BE TRAPPED HERE FOR A FEW MORE MONTHS, OR WE'D BOTH HAVE TO DRIVE BACK TO N.B. [Newport Beach, CA]

THE SITUATION REMAINED UNRESOLVED WHEN WE HUNG UP, BUT IT WAS CLEAR M & I WERE GOING NO FURTHER. MATT WAS STILL DETERMINED THAT WE WERE GOING TO CHICAGO, AND I STILL WASN'T ENTIRELY SURE WE WEREN'T, UNTIL THE NEXT CALL. IRENE CALLED DURING SUPPER, ABOUT 15 MINS LATER, AND I TALKED WITH HER AFTER MATT STARTED GETTING MAD. TALKING WITH HER, WE ARRIVED AT THIS DECISION: MATT & I WOULD DRIVE BACK TO NEWPORT BEACH. SHE TALKED WITH MATT AGAIN (AFTER I TOLD HIM THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE WE COULD DO) AND HE RELUCTANTLY FELL TO THE INEVITABLE. SHE SPOKE WITH ME AGAIN -- SHE EXPECTED US TO LEAVE TONIGHT! I TOLD HER WE COULDN'T LEAVE ANY EARLIER THAN TOMORROW AFTERNOON, USING THE BELOW ZERO TEMPERATURES AS AN EXCUSE. SO IT WAS DECIDED.

IT WAS NOT LONG BEFORE I REALIZED WE COULDN'T LEAVE THAT SOON -- WE OWED GIL $40, AND WE NEEDED MONEY TO MAKE THE TRIP. MOM CALLED AGAIN, AND I EXPLAINED WE COULDN'T LEAVE FOR A FEW MORE DAYS. THEN SHE OFFERED ANOTHER ALTERNATIVE: JACK -- MATT'S REAL FATHER -- WOULD FLY UP HERE AND DRIVE MATT AND THE CAR BACK TO CALIFORNIA, LETTING ME STAY HERE, IF I WANTED.

SO THAT WAS IT -- AS THINGS STAND NOW, I'M STAYING HERE, AND MATT'S GOING BACK TO N.B. -- SOMEWHAT IRONIC, RIGHT? WHAT THE HECK, AS LONG AS I'M HERE, I MIGHT AS WELL STAY. WHEN I TOLD MATT, HE WAS SLIGHTLY BEWILDERED. MATT KNOWS ME BETTER THAN I THOUGHT -- I DAMNED NEAR GOT EMOTIONAL WHEN HE SAID HE DIDN'T WANT ME TO STAY. HE SAID, "WHETHER YOU THINK SO OR NOT, I CONSIDER MYSELF TO BE YOUR FRIEND AND I THINK YOU NEED ONE." -- I SAID, "I CAN'T AFFORD FRIENDS."  FORTUNATELY HE LAUGHED AT THAT. "BESIDES, I GOT YOU YOUR FREEDOM, I ACCOMPLISHED MY PURPOSE." HIS PARENTS WILL MOVE TO LONG BEACH, HE DOESN'T HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL OR LIVE WITH HIS PARENTS, AND THEY'RE THINKING OF BUYING HIM A CAR -- HE WON, EVEN THOUGH THEY GOT HIM BACK.

I SAID THIS PLAN WOULD SOLVE OUR PROBLEMS, AND I RATIONALIZED THE THING LOGICALLY. HE DIDN'T ACCEPT THE EXPLANATION, BUT THE THING WAS SETTLED. HE LEFT TO GO TO SLEEP, BUT BEFORE HE LEFT HE GAVE ME A SHOT IN THE ARM AND SAID, "YOU'RE A GOOD MAN, GRADY."

3:30 AM
Got to bed at 3:30 -- I think I changed my mind. I'm going to Newport Beach. I think. Maybe. Hmmmmm    

Jan 14 - Frozen faucets, toilets, pipes, stereo

Friday, January 14, 1972
LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota

10:00 AM
We got up at 8:30 when Wheezie got the four of us up for breakfast -- we had breakfast at nine. Matt and I carried a couple of typewriters to the Shrine's office for Dorothy (Matt slipped in the snow once, and his gloveless hands almost froze). It's 20° below zero outside. Matt & me went to the retreat house to take showers but found there was no water. I checked with Gil and he said we'd have it pretty soon -- Brad went up to pump some water.

I then went to the stereo cabin -- Phil followed shortly thereafter. It's cold in here, probably about 40° or worse (I can see my breath). I soon found out that there was an icicle on the water faucet and the toilet was frozen. Phil quickly went out to notify the authorities, and Matt came in. He found out the stereo was frozen and decided to move it to some place warmer. In the entry on the last page made in red ink you may have noticed: the ink's frozen. Anyway, Phil put the heater in the bathroom, and Wheezie came in to take the cover off the pipes in the "den" and put a heater next to them. By the way -- the pump's broken. We aren't going to have any water (warm or otherwise) until it gets fixed.

12:00 AM
Worked on the retreat house for a few hours -- till 5:00. Then I took a shower. Some visitors are coming for a meeting or something. I didn't get involved. Matt and I decided to leave as soon as possible.

Jan 13 - Letters and calls from home

Thursday, January 13, 1972
LOCATION: Bethlehem & Rapid City, South Dakota

9:30 AM
It's 18° below zero out there and the wind is blowing pretty hard. We'll be leaving for Rapid soon with Wheeze. I got up at nine after going to sleep at around 2:30. I got a letter from Mom along with Sue & Peggy's letters [friends in Chicago], and another on from G. Dot [Grandma Dot: maternal grandmother Dorothea Scheneman].

Last night at about 11:00, Tom came into the bunk cabin and said Father wanted to see me, so I went up to the house. He said Dad had called and wanted Gil to call back collect, so I put in the phone call and he talked with him a while. Matt's parents got the number, and they were going to call within the next hour, so I went to the stereo cabin to get Matt up. Nothing too new came from the conversations -- just a better understanding of the situation involved. Things'll be cleared in a month.

3:30 PM
Left for Rapid at 11:00 AM and got back at 3:00. Went to South Dakota Tech so Wheez could make a phone call. They have a good museum there with dinosaur fossils. Bought my glasses, so I can see clearly now -- not yellowly [previous prescription lenses had a yellow tint]. Wheez did lots of shopping for Bethlehem (bread, paper, cups, milk, etc.).

In Rapid it was 11° below zero. We ate lunch at McDonald's, now I'm going to take a shower if there's any hot water around.

10:00 AM, Friday
I washed my face at the retreat house and spent the rest of the day being lazy. The stereo cabin was so cold we all wore our jackets to listen to the stereo, but after dinner we deserted the place. Matt for the first time slept in the bunk cabin after failing to repair a couple of heaters in the stereo cabin.

It's getting a bit chilly

Jan 12 - Working for food and shelter

Wednesday, January 12, 1972
LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota

6:00 PM
Went to sleep last night about 2:00 A.M. Finished drawing "Nexus Shift" while Matt made a tape of some good songs (There's a Hole in the Future, Caravan, Greensleeves, Scarborough Fair, etc.), and fell asleep listening to it. Tom came in at 9:30 to get us awake -- then he got us working. It snowed last night and snowed this morning.

We went with Tom to maintain the rest areas (2) on the highway -- they get $150 a month for that. Matt & I shoveled snow and emptied trash. When we drove back, Tom put on one of the chains with great difficulty and expension of energy, but we eventually made it -- he was driving 40 mph! Gad! I'll never try that on these roads in this weather.

We barely had time to recuperate before he enlisted our aid cutting and staining wood strips for the retreat house -- he wants us to work for our food and shelter, which is a reasonable attitude I suppose. Had lunch at 1:00, got back to work, finished at about 2:30, and I went to the Bunk Cabin to finish reading, and just about took a nap, but Matt got me before too long, and I called Tiffany's -- our glasses are ready. We got $40 from Gil and then we found out our car wouldn't start. We stuck a recharger to it with the help of Wheezie, carried some typewriters to the house from the Shrine for Dorothy -- ate some food, and went to the stereo cabin to loaf a while. We'll go into town tomorrow with Wheezie to get our glasses.

Gadzooks! It's 5° out there!

Father Gilbert got a letter from KIIS in California sending fifteen dollars for 1,100 "I LOVE YOU" cards. Must be a sales gimmick, or publicity.

[These "I Love You" cards were produced in Shrine of the Nativity's on-site print shop and they were a major source of donations. This Benedictine monastery was also supported by tourists who came to see the famous cave. The property was called Crystal Cave until February 1957, when Father Gilbert Stack, OSB, was assigned operations by the Conception Abbey, Order of St. Benedict of the Roman Catholic Church. He renamed it Bethlehem Cave and began generating income with it. This property was sold and the cave was closed in 2004. For more about the history of  the cave, see July 18]

Quote by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity,

we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then,

for a second time in the history of the world,

man will have discovered fire.