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Memoir – Lawrence J. Fedewa

The story of a young man;s struggle to find his place in the world — priest or family man?

Suburban Cowboy (Chapter One)

I’m fighting rush-hour traffic in suburban Washington, D.C. on a summer Friday. It’s after 5 o’clock, and I’ve been trying since three to leave the office and go horseback riding. Now I’m working the car phone, waiting for lights, crawling along the parkway, wondering what in the world I think I’m doing. Between calls, the fatigue and frustration of a long day and a long week start to set in. I can’t say I need the exercise — compared to my push-ups, aerobics, racquetball, and occasional jogging, horseback riding seems pretty mild. So much work: grooming, saddling, longeing, schooling. So hot and sweaty. And dangerous, too. Aren’t I old enough to know better? How old do I have to get? When I finally get home, why don’t I just relax with a tall, cold drink and watch the horses from the air-conditioned house? All the
reasons.

I decide to take it one step at a time. After all, I don’t HAVE to go riding, HAVE to groom, HAVE to saddle up. I can stop at any point, right?

Thus do I cajole my tired old bones into changing my clothes and walking out to the stable, I start by looking around at everything, seeing if the workers have left any problems. This activity, of course, is a lot like the office, but the sun feels good on my back, and I notice the breeze on my face. After “fixing” a couple of little things, I decide to go the next step.

I go out to the pasture with a few treats in my pocket. All the horses notice me as soon as I get within range. It’s kind of funny to see how they arrange themselves to approach me. Maia, my beautiful grey Arabian mare, is the Queen of the little herd. She dispatches a friendly old gelding named Speedy (he isn’t) to find out if I have any treats. But before old, slow Speedy gets to me, Sir Prize, a friendly, supremely self- confident four-year-old gelding reaches me and starts begging for a treat, which, of course, he gets. By this time, Speedy has arrived, quite upset that Sir Prize got there first, but he quickly forgets his pique when he too gets a little reward. In fact, instead of reporting back to Maia, he’s hanging around.

I keep walking.

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INSIDE: THE EARLY YEARS (a Catholic youth searches for his place in the sun)

 

Hi Everybody, 
Announcing the publication of my new memoir, telling the story of  my adventures in getting from a Catholic seminary to a happy marriage, with many stops along the way, some funny, some surprising. Like how I ended up a cabaret singer in Europe, a clothes model in Paris, a quasi-legal pedler in Denver, and other questionable activities. There is also the serious side of leaving the seminary and heading to  Trappist monastery.  Another little sidelight: much of my seminary experience is reflected in my poetry.
 Another description might be: “A love story which begins in a Catholic seminary (of all places!)
My columns, along with recent media interviews can be found on my website: 
As always, comments welcome. Thank you for your support.
Larry Fedewa
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