Jerome Morrow Quotes

He told us that it had been a fine day to-day, and we told him that it had been a fine day yesterday, and then we all told each other that we thought it would be a fine day to-morrow; and George said the crops seemed to be coming up nicely.

My dear Princess, if you could creep unseen about your City, peeping at will through the curtain-shielded windows, you would come to think that all the world was little else than a big nursery full of crying children with none to comfort them. The doll is broken: no longer it sweetly sqeaks in answer to our pressure, "I love you, kiss me." The drum lies silent with the drumstick inside, no longer do we make a brave noise in the nursery. The box of tea-things we have clumsily put out foot upon; there will be no more merry parties around the three-legged stool. The tin trumpet will not play the note we want to sound; the wooden bricks keep falling down; the toy has exploded and burnt our fingers. Never mind, little man, little woman, we will try and mend things to-morrow

St. Jerome is said to have had an irascible personality. He made so many enemies in Rome by his nasty criticisms that his enemies tried to bring him down. He had to flee Rome to get away from their treachery and eventually ended up in Bethlehem, where he began to live a life of penance. Even there, however, he got into heated exchanges of ideas with his (former) friend Rufinus and with the Pelagians. Although he often alienated people by his harsh wit, Jerome was known for being always ready to seek pardon for his temper. Pope Sixtus V once remarked, regarding a picture of Jerome beating his breast with a stone, “You do well to carry that stone, for without it the Church would never have canonized you.

The robbery was as simple, successful, and as stupid as most robberies are. My name is Sam von Hammerstein. I was born on June 5, 1949, and I grew up on an old family farm in NC that had been handed down through the generations. I had no idea that anything interesting would happen in my life until we robbed a store on July 15, 1968. I was 19. Roger and Jerome were both 18. We lived in rural Rutherford County NC, just across the state line from Spartanburg, SC. We were working class, southern teenagers complaining about not having enough money for a trip to the beach. We were not juvenile delinquents, but each of us had some instability in our family lives. We didn’t have real experience with crime, but we had watched robberies on TV, so we figured it would be easy to do. I have heard it said that you can’t “un-ring” a bell but learned that I needed to try to undo my robbery and spent the next several years dodging bullets that might as well have been shot at me that day.