Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Greetings from Austria!

8/29/07
I made it! I'm here safe and sound in the little town of Gaming, Austria.
The flight went smoothly, though I did sit next to a guy named "Boris". Boris happened to be obsessive compulsive and kept wiping his phone with glass cleaner and picking at his leg. But I asked Boris about Austria, and he replied nicely with a thick German accent.
Yesterday I went to the Danube River which was surrounded by a quant town, home of the castle that King Richard the Lionheart (think Robin Hood) was held prisoner in. We then went to an old Boroque Benedictan Monestary for lunch and Mass. It was such a great day. This weekend I am headed over to Vienna.
The scenery is so beautiful here. I love how fresh and clean the air is. It's an incredible experience--I'm so excited for what's ahead!
Again...please keep in touch while I am here! I will keep you all posted...
Love and prayers,
Claire
--Danube River...view from top of a mountain:)

Friday, August 24, 2007

Auf Wiedersehen!!!

As some of you know, this Sunday I'll be heading over to Austria for the semester. I'd love to hear from you all- whether its by a visit, mail, and/or e-mail! Please keep in touch while I'm gone:) Here's my address and my e-mail:

Mailing Address:
Student Name
Franciscan University of Steubenville
Kartause 1
A-3292 Gaming, NO
Austria, EUROPE

Emial:

I hope everyone had a great summer! Enjoy the remainder of it.....
Love & prayers,
CLAIRE

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. By day the LORD directs his love









The summer is fading fast away. For the boys and girls, it was a summer of water, water, everywhere!

It is tough to beat this type of fun. See what a time of it you can have if you say "yes" to Uncles Tom, Paul, Phil and Jay???












Then, of course, there are the less adventurous of us, who did not mind sunbathing around sunset at the shores of Lake Ontario. In this "Where's Waldo" photograph, see if you can pick out Paul, who is ever-searching for the just-right rock. Joan seems to be basking in the sun and in the love and energy of the chicks.







Magdalene also turned 6 years old and her cousins turned out for the party. We celebrated by going to Marineland and Game Farm with cake afterwards.
-- Joe






























Monday, August 20, 2007

Horse Poo

Sick
Smelly
Yucky, too!
Stinky
Poopy
Grainy!!!

By: Guess Who???
(tom???)

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Silver Tooth

I had a great time at Niagara falls with
the family, and i would like to thank the
family for having a great time with me.
Grandma, Paul, and I went on a very
nice walk this moring through a frisbee-
golf course. When we got to our destination
(a dock somewhere i forget), we saw an old
man with a silver tooth. In his hand he held
a clipbourd with yellow paper on it.
While we were on the dock, my first thought
was that he worked there. Grandma was talking
to him while I watched the Whirlpool Jet speeding
past us. I walked toward grandma and silver-tooth
(I think his name was Paul), I realized he didn't work
there, he was observing there. He was in the middle
of a story he was telling grandma, so i didn't really know what he
talking about. Ask Grandma about it sometime, I'm sure she'll
tell you the story.
Thanks again everyone for welcoming me
in your houses. I had a great time with you all.
Oh yeah, and remember, tell silver-tooth I said hi,
Grandma ;)
- John Nichols

Sunday, August 12, 2007

John

you all heard about this kid named john.right?? well he is a pretty cool kid but he smells!!

Monday, August 6, 2007

Fish Anyone???

One highlight for me so far this past summer was when a third of the family got together for a "mini family reunion", as Zito coined it, to cool off on the Delaware River. On our second day paddling with about 11 boats in the foatilla, we stopped off at The Red Barn Rapids. (Perhaps Uncle Phil can add a few of his awesome pictures one day...) Even Ole Aunt Denise shot through the playful rapids.
While paddling, my nephew Paul executed a most stealthy surprise attack of a Boat-By Fishing. You see, a few years back while frolicking on the river, a once non-contact sport/game was born. "Canoe ball" as it is now known, was created. The object of the game is to successfully throw a ball so it lands inside another person's canoe or kayak. Well, this particular day I passed by a freshly deceased Shad fish. I immediately said, "that would be worth ten points if thrown into a boat!" So I asked Zito to intercept the fish and after he handed it to me, I then passed it on to Paul, who seemed anxious to execute the mother-load ten point bundle. After Paul was in possession of the fish, it took about another hour for him to lock-in on his intended target. The victim was none other than the loud shriek-screaming Lauren. As Paul non-suspectingly paddled up to "say hello" to Lauren's boat, she had no idea what was about to be plopped almost on her lap. As soon as Paul flung the fish in between Lauren's legs, the screech that could be heard for miles away, was echoing up and down the river. The many loud laughs at Lauren's expense could equally be heard. The ear-to-ear smile on Paul's face could also be seen for quite a distance and for a long while afterwards. You could just tell it was all worth the patient wait. Most of us that were in on Paul's "little secret", somehow realized that this was to be one of the highlights of the day. And as it turned out, it was... at least for most of us.
I would at this time, also like to award The Most Commited To Participating award to the Nichols family. It is great to hear of your going-ons and what yall are up to! You certainly set a wonderful example for "anyone" in our family to follow, though most still sadly "refuse" to participate. A "family" newspaper, now via Blog, is truly only as good as it's ACTIVE participants.
I hope and trust that all is well with everyone and you continue to have a healthful, happy, and activity-filled summer!!! Rock on, rock out, and rock it!!!! Cheers, Red