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Tonight after dinner, we linger and talk with Sr. Joan. At one point in our conversation, the discussion turns to obedience in the monastery. She remarks that it is one thing to be obedient to the prioress, but it another --- more difficult --- thing to be obedient to each other. To illustrate, she compares the obedience Tom and I have to each other as husband and wife to the obedience that parents have to their children. At first I am confused, thinking of how many parents overindulge their children and neglect to set limits for them. Why should a parent be obedient to the child?
We leave after breakfast for the Marion County Fair held in Salem, a short 20-minute drive. Also the site of the state fair in August, the fairgrounds have ample parking and light traffic. We don't have to stand in line to get our tickets and start in Columbia Hall, where the commercial, fine arts, home crafts and city exhibits are located.
out by the piglet, goose, and goats. There are even dogs racing over hurdles to grab a tennis ball in one of the grass areas. Everyone seems to be having as good a time as we are.
Tom walks across the street to Mission Benedict during his afternoon break. Open only on Fridays, from He watches as a volunteer follows a mother around as she selects needed items. He notices the communication gap and wonders how many of the sisters and volunteers can speak Spanish. Teaching a basic-phrase Spanish class might be an area of ministry for us on our return.
For the last several days, the readings for Morning Prayer have been taken from Ecclesiastes.
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he young women here for Monastic Week. As we chat, we further our friendship. The fireworks display begins after 

Today is the Fourth of July. At breakfast, the sisters tell us to assemble at the 
The crowd is relaxed, with no jostling. Tots sit on fathers’ shoulders, and school-age children scamper in and out of the street. We rise for the Star Spangled Banner, sung by a local girl with a lovely voice. The parade itself is slow-paced, with an emcee who is amplified and easy to hear. He identifies each car, tractor, and float – often giving tidbits of information about the riders. The Grand Marshal is a high school gra
duate returning to visit her sister, who still lives in
There are banner girls who toss candy to the people on the curbs. Candy is flung from the vintage cars and tractors, lovingly restored and introduced by name and year. John Deere tractors of up to eighty years ago are still running, some pulling the flatbed floats with 4H members or local business owners and their families. We cheer for the brightly decorated red pickup carrying some of the sisters riding inside and on lawn chairs in the back. Civic pride is evident in the smiles and generous strewing of candy. The Mt. Angel Oktoberfest is another proud entry, showing ethnic costumes along with the German restaurants.