Day 40 – Grandma Dorothy Texeira


Well, here it is Day 40 of this project. When this gets posted I will be at Holy Mass and Graduating from College. I need to make the last and final day a very special one. I dedicated this blog and today to my maternal Grandmother Dorothy Malaia Texeira. She has been such an important part of my vocation and life journey. When my Mom enrolled me in Preschool at Immaculate Conception School, but it closed down and had already been too late to enroll anywhere else, Grandma became my preschool teacher. She taught me not only colors, math, but also my faith. A very devout Catholic all her life she dealt with the crosses God gave her with trust in him. In fact, one of her famous sayings was, “leave it in God’s hands.” A woman not afraid to speak her mind too and always stood up for her kids and even more her grand kids.

When I first entered the Seminary, I have no doubt she was happy and proud but naturally worried with me being on the mainland. Whenever I came home for vacation she would always ask me “you happy?” and I would say “yes, grandma, very happy” and she would simply say “oh ok!”. I was blessed to be there when she drew her last breath and entered her glory. Her witness of faith has inspired me. I will always cherish the too many memories we have had and miss her sitting on her chair, or under the lemon tree, or on the porch watching the neighbors. I miss her, especially today but I know she is looking down on me and will always be my guardian angel. So Gramma, today is for you and God’s glory. Thanks!

A Gardener for Life and in Eternity ~ Dorothy Texeira 1923-2009


Day 39 – The Dooley Family

Maria (center, white) & Thomas Dooley and Family (Missing Red)

I met Thomas my first week of Seminary and when he told me was half Filipino, I about hit the floor. But yes, he is Filipino. His Mom Maria was born in the Philippines and his Dad Red in the States. Anyway it was at the Santo Nino celebration that I met his family and immediately clicked with them and the rest is history.

People come and go in your lives, but I think the Dooley’s will always be a part of me. They welcomed me into their home and accepted me as one of the family members. They are true witnesses to Jesus and I am thankful to him for making them a part of my life and journey to the Priesthood. I also need to mention that Maria or “Mama Dooley” is if not one of, the, best cook on earth. Whenever, we need a home cooked meal, we head on to the Dooley’s for a great meal and make great memories. If there is one thing I will miss about Oregon, it’ll be the Dooley’s who for the last four years have been more than friends but family.

Lunch with friends at Duke's Kalapaki Beach, Kauai

Kalalau Lookout with James, Thomas, and Jeremy

Day 38 – Stephanie Rapozo

Aunty Stephanie with her son Deacon Anthony Rapozo


The Mother's of Seminarians










Stephanie Rapozo, or more affectionately known to me as “Aunty Steph,” has always been like a second mother to me. I’ve known her most of my life because she was the Altar Server coordinator for many years. As you all know, her sons the “soon to be” Father Anthony and Lucas and myself served together. I also helped her do the training and worked with her on many projects.

She is a kind woman who loves her faith and Church. She is not afraid to step up and speak up for what she believes in and is a real mover and shaker for any project. She has a keen sense of humor and her laugh is instantly contagious. Another true woman of faith which has most definitely inspire my vocation. She always encourages not only me but all young people to always do their best and be be proud of who we are.


Day 37 – Sister Teresa Gould F.H.

Sister Teresa

“Hey! You’re gonna join the Choir!” was the first words I heard from Sister Teresa and when a nun tells you to do something, you do it. Sister Teresa was the Seminary Liturgy and Music Director for I would like to say 11 or 12 years. She recently retired but she still plays for various liturgies and is on hill. So, thankfully, her presence is still here and gratefully appreciated.

I sang in her Choir for the last three years, took voice and piano lessons and she was one of my directors for my Capstone paper. We both clicked almost immediately because of our passion for liturgy and music and over the years I consider her a very close friend. One can see in her the love of God by her kind words and smile. Must be Franciscan! I will definitely miss her but am thankful to God for putting this special woman in my life to know what he is calling me to do. I was very happy that this past Sunday we were able to make music one last time at the Abbey Church. Of course, its not the last time, but the last time I’m a student here and of hers. I know she along with Father Paschal will be the hardest to say goodbye to, come next week. God Bless you Sister!


Day 36 – The Ladies of Mount Angel Seminary

Beth Wells (bookstore/coffee shop) and some faithful patrons.

Seminary Receptionist Cindy May (center) and her daughter Carlene











In all great establishments, there are great people. Today I blog about the ladies of Mount Angel Seminary. These ladies not only work at the seminary, but, they also minister in and to our Holy Catholic Church. I’d like to take some time and honor a few ladies we seminarians have daily contact with here in the seminary. They are Ms. Cindy May; receptionist of the Seminary and Ms. Beth Wells and her team of Pam and Susie who work at the Seminary Book Store and Coffee Shop.

I met Cindy my first day here at Mount Angel. Her cheerfulness and welcoming smile made me immediately feel at home. Over the years we have become close and good friends as I worked in the office with her. She not only became a co-worker but a great friend and confidant. Her faith and witness to Jesus, you can ask any Mount Angel Seminarian ministers to us probably more than we to her. I will miss our little conversations of life, the church, theology, and whatever may come up each day as I check in with her to see if she has anything for me to do.

My first encounter with Beth and the bookstore ladies was Oktoberfest of 2008 (my first). I had signed up to work in our Seminary Booth at the festival and forgot to show up. Well, while my shift was supposed to happen, I ended up standing in line at a food booth with Beth. She said “Aren’t you EJ Resinto?” I said “Yes” and she responded “You are in big trouble mister!” after apologizing a million times and volunteering to work every year since I think she has forgiven me, but will not let me forget my first Oktoberfest. She, along with Pam and Susie run our bookstore and coffee shop. They are always there to answer any questions we have have regarding books and articles and make the best cups of Coffee. I will admit, it is even better than Starbucks, because it is made with love.

Love is what we see in these ladies. They love our God and his Church. They inspire me because it’s nice to see this witness of faith and that’s something that we may have a hard time seeing these days. As said earlier they are great friends, confidants, and they are not afraid to scold us too and remind us what its like out there. They give us a foretaste of what we will have in the Parish and know how to work well with all for the Glory of God’s kingdom.


Day 35 – Punay and Dadoy

Grandma Punay

“Punay” in Visayan, apparently means a beautiful bird or the lovely bird or something along that line. Anyway, this evening I blog about my Grandma “Punay” ¬†and Grandpa “Dadoy”Her name is actually Ofeila but “punay” is her nickname and”Dadoy” is my Grandpa and that is short for Conrado. Mind you, I did not know that their names were Conrado and Ofelia until a few years ago.

Both Grandma and Grandpa came from Cebu to Hawaii and raised their 11 kids. My dad was the eldest boy. Grandpa was actually born in Hawaii but needed to move back to the Philippines as a child. They had 7 kids in Cebu and then 4 more in Hawaii. When they moved to Hawaii they came with a very strong working ethic as most immigrants do. Grandpa worked for McBryde Sugar Company and retired from there and Grandma worked for the Hyatt and County of Kauai.

Not only did they work, but they also had fun. I can recall as a kid going to the house on Mamaki Street in Koloa and being spoiled rotten. There always some kind of party with Rummy and or Tongit’s being played in the parlor. Grandma always had some kind of sabao, utan, or mungo beans, and or an American dish (for us half potagees, who was scared to eat that). The house smelt of smoke and fried fish and it was nice. Grandma would be always be laughing and Grandpa would be sitting in his corner watching his cowboy movies and a great big smile on his face. There was summers when I would stay there for days and when grandma came home from the County we would sit and play Rummy (nickle games of course!).

They not only taught me how to gamble and eat Filipino food, which now as an adult I long for everyday but they taught me what it means to work hard, be humble, and have fun while doing it. It’s an honor for me to hear someone say “Eh! You Dadoy’s Grandson” or “You must be Punay’s anak cause you laugh just like her.” After retiring, they both moved back to Cebu where Grandpa died in 2008. Grandma Punay comes home to Hawaii every so often to visit the kids. She is loving the life in the Philippines and rightly so does she deserve it after all the years of hard work they both put in for their family.

Unfortunately, I have no pictures of Grandpa Dadoy in my files. Rest in Peace Tay!

Day 34 – Steven & Julie Victorino

Aunty Julie and Uncle Steven Victorino

I have known this couple all my life. While they are not related to me, we are family. They not only are good friends but have become like second grandparents to me. My mother was practically raised in their home because she was best friends with their daughters my Aunty Tammy and Aunty Donna. So likewise, over the years I too spent a lot of time with them and at their house. Many memories that I can remember and will cherish forever of this kind and faith filled couple.

When I first became an Altar Boy, Uncle Steven was the Server trainer. He trained us how to serve the Mass with reverence and grace. He too had been an Altar Boy from a young age and recently shared with me that the thought of priesthood was never far from his mind and heart as a child. Of course, he met my Aunty Julie and together raised a family and that was God’s plans for him. However, I think if he were to become a priest, he would be a fine one because he is a great husband and father at the same time too. I chose him to be my Godfather for Confirmation because of his witness to our faith and I know he is a model Christian in which I can and try to imitate.

Aunty Julie has got to be the most patient woman on earth. She too has a solid faith in God and our Church. Never too far away for a kind word and helping hand. For as long as I can remember, she has been a Extraordinary Minister of Communion at the 7:00 a.m. Sunday Mass as well as helping out in other parish activities. I am eternally grateful to her because when I needed to Serve at the 7:00 a.m. Mass Aunty Julie was always willing and happy to pick me up and drop me home. I enjoyed too, going with her after Mass to visit the sick and homebound and bringing them Jesus in the Eucharist.

They both are inspirations to me because of their faith and great love. Words cannot express how grateful I am to have them a part of my life. They are true disciples of God.