Baccalaureate

Because of Dan's hard work, campaigning for President and winning, we enjoyed a few perks that weekend. One of the nicer benefits was reserved seating. Nice! I like enjoying someone else's hard work.




More waiting. Katie put the time to good use.




Here's the man of the hour.




Being the president of the student body entails many responsibilities. One of those responsibilities was to address the graduates and families at the beginning of Mass.

It also means standing around and looking presidential. I thought he did well at that.




Dan's getting his last minute instructions before Mass starts.




I wonder what he's thinking about?

How far he's come in the past four years?

How he never wants to forget this moment of this life?

What does his future hold?

Or maybe he's thinking what I'm thinking.



What's for dinner?




Yup, it was dinner. He's trying to beat the rush and texting in his pizza order early. Extra mushrooms for me please.




Let me present the official Welcomer.







Now that his part was done he came down and joined us for Mass. Good thing we saved him a seat.




This was the only time I wished we were inside. I love the smell of incense.




Mass was over and it was time to head to a small gathering of family and friends.




The perfect end to a perfect day.

We Are, We Are, We Are, We Are, We Are The Engineers

The graduates were seated and so were we.




Sitting was a good thing because it seemed to take a long time to get to the Mechanical Engineers. So long that I had a chance to walk around and take some pictures.




Finally! It's the mechanicals turn.




There he is.




It's not official until the photographer takes the picture.




Now that Dan's part was finished we didn't need to pay attention. Sorry other graduates but there are just too many of you to stay that interested for that long.




Some passed the time taking photos




of others who were visiting.




Like I said it started to get a little long. Eventually that part was finished and it was time for the engineers to take an oath. New and old. So much to Sarah's chagrin her dad made her stand and take the oath with him. Be proud, Sarah. You're an engineer!

I don't know the exact words of the oath that was taken that day but I do know the words of the engineering oath that Michigan Tech engineers sing at every opportunity. Preferably with a beer in one hand. That's what makes it official.

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the engineers.
We can, we can, we can, we can drink all of forty beers.
Drink up, drink up, drink up, drink up, and come along with us,
for we don’t give a damn for any man who don’t give a damn for us.

My father was a miner on the upper Malamute.
My mother was a hostess in the house of ill repute.
And at the tender age of three, they threw me on my ear,
And there was nothing left for me to do but become an engineer.

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the engineers.
We can, we can, we can, we can drink all of forty beers.
Drink up, drink up, drink up, drink up, and come along with us,
for we don’t give a damn for any man who don’t give a damn for us.


Villanova engineers don't sing their oath. Or hold a beer in their hand while reciting their oath. For some reason it just isn't as much fun as the Tech oath.





It was over, finally, and the bagpipers led the engineers out of the tent.




I really tried to find Dan as he came out of the tent. Really I did but somehow I missed him. This guy will have to do. You'll have to use your imagination but I'm sure Dan looked as happy as this guy did.




Our hats are off to you, Dan, for a job well done.

Villanova, The Waiting Game

Last month our family experienced another milestone. Dan graduated from Villanova with his Mechanical Engineering Degree. Dave and I decided that merited a trip east to Villanova. We joined other family members for a weekend of graduation festivities.

Our weekend started with Dan's departmental graduation on a Saturday afternoon. Luckily Saturday was a beautiful day because this graduation was held in a tent. A very big tent.




We were early to ensure that we had seats though some, like me, never did sit down. Being early meant we had a lot of time to spend waiting. That gave us a lot of time to talk and catch up.







Katie preferred the young people's version of talking. She spent most of her time texting her friends.




And some of us preferred talking to complete strangers. Though I have to say by the end of the afternoon they were more friends than strangers.




And there were those among us who just enjoyed the moment.




Finally! Here they come.




Nancy was right with me trying to get the perfect shot.




With caps and gowns on they all kind of look alike. At least they had flags for each engineering discipline. It made it somewhat easier to find him.




Finally! There he is. He really is graduating.




Everyone was seated and it was time for the ceremony to begin.

Da UP, Continued

After admiring the thermometer we decided to head over to Eagle Harbor and visit the Jampot.




The Jampot is a small store on the shores of Lake Superior that sells jams and baked goods.

As the monks explain, "We are building a monastery in Michigan's Keweenaw Peninsula. For this reason we came to Jacob's Falls on the shore of Lake Superior nearly twenty-five years ago, and this is why we are here today: to embrace the struggle of life in a hard place, to heed the counsels of the monastic fathers, to come to know God through personal and liturgical prayer, and to beg His mercy upon ourselves and upon the whole world."

I don't know about all of that but I do know that their baked goods are heavenly. Trust me I know. Oh how I know. The bread I bought to eat in the car was some of the best I have ever had. So was the chocolate truffle. Why did I buy just one? What was I thinking?




As our guide in building the life of this monastery we take the "little rule for beginners" written by St. Benedict of Nursia early in the sixth century. While written for monks of a specific time and place, the Holy Rule provides an authentic witness to the ancient monastic tradition. Its precepts flow from the Gospel and from the common experience of the first five centuries of Christian monastic life.

Meet Father Sergius and Father Basil.




Monasticism does not exist as an abstraction. Buildings, Rules of Life, and traditions remain dead unless they are given meaning through human actions. Monasticism must be lived, incarnated in the daily life of specific communities of real men or women. For it is the community, not the buildings or the concept, that constitutes the monastery.


Just look at those jams and jellies. And you shall only look. We bought my not that much younger brother some of his secret ingredient that he uses in his barbeque sauce. The lady renting cars at the Houghton Airport is now enjoying that secret ingredient. We tried, Brother.




The unlikely work of picking wild berries and making jam we undertook during our first summer proved the seed of larger things. Our jam shop and bakery, Jampot, has become one of the best known businesses in our area and now more than provides for our physical needs.

Thank you, Father Basil. We and our new friend at the car rental enjoyed our purchases.




Next we decided to drive up the shore of Lake Superior and enjoy the views.




Our drive included a stop at the Eagle Harbor Lighthouse.




We had one last stop on our Keweenaw adventure. Any guesses to the importance of this stop?




Before we flew home Wednesday we had another stop to make. We needed to do some clothes shopping for Sarah's rehearsal dinner in October. They were even having a sale. Score!




One last look at the lake and it was time to leave.




It was a trip of mixed feelings. We were thrilled to be back in the Copper Country. Sad for the reason why we were there.

Goodbye, Dick. You will be missed.

Da UP, Eh.

As many of you know our Dave's good friend Dick Heckel died last week. He was a professor at Tech who took a special interest in Dave and his career. He helped him get through a couple of classes that seemed impossible at the time and was there for Dave when his dad had died. Even after graduation he was there for advice on work and life. Dave and I had even taken a few trips with Dick and his wife Peg on his boat. He will be missed.

His death meant a trip to the UP this past week for the funeral. We arrived on Monday morning to a perfect UP day.




We weren't about to miss enjoying such a gorgeous day in da UP so we rented a car and headed north.

Dave had rocks and mines on his mind so our first stop of the afternoon was at the Centennial Mine in Calumet.




Centennial No. 6 holds the distinction of being the last shaft ever used for mining in the Keweenaw. The last rock skip to come to the surface at the No. 6 would be the last to ever operate in the Copper Country – marking the final death knell for a century old industry.

Being the last shaft in operation, the No. 6 has survived the ensuing years relatively unscathed. The towering steel rock-house is one of only four still standing in the Keweenaw, and the adjacent collar house, dry house, and hoist house are still intact. Recently the property has been converted for use by a local industry and is off limits to the public. However, it can still be viewed from the highway rising up over the tree-tops.

I'm not sure what they mean by off limits to the public because we drove right up to it and we didn't have to go through any locked gates to do it.

We ran into only one traffic jam the entire time we were there. Where are all of those little people going?




This was tempting but we decided to pass it up. I like my pasties with ketchup, please.




If there are mines then you have to assume there are rocks nearby. We had found the mine and now had found the rocks. It was a Rock Wallmart. We couldn't just drive by.







Any sightseeing north of Houghton deserves a stop here.




It snowed for thirty straight days that winter. It never seemed to end. But those Yoopers are a hearty bunch. We only missed half a day of school that entire winter. When people around here panic at the thought of 6 inches I can only laugh.




The fun was only beginning but you will have to wait until the next installment to read about it.

to be continued.....