tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post5617371081282745615..comments2024-02-18T06:21:45.375-06:00Comments on ~<i>The Three Prayers</i>: August 15 AgainJanet Cupohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01037555111680888247noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post-74618825900882117622014-10-31T10:17:09.576-05:002014-10-31T10:17:09.576-05:00I've never tried that with St. Anthony, but I ...I've never tried that with St. Anthony, but I think that I will. I've heard it before.Craighttp://cburrell.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post-79059064636063650222014-10-30T16:01:26.035-05:002014-10-30T16:01:26.035-05:00Oh, I think that was the first time my mother had ...Oh, I think that was the first time my mother had ever done anything like that. She went to Mass, and she prayed, but I think for most of her life she was busy with other things. And she is a convert, so I don't know how much she really knew about different saints.<br /><br />On the other hand, I lived around the corner from a grandmother that was very familiar with the saints, so I guess I come by it naturally. When I was a young adult and pretty tepid faithwise, she told me one day that when she lost something, she would always ask St. Anthony to find it and tell him she would put a dollar in the Poor Box if he did, and he always found it for her. (I'm not that familiar. I don't try to BRIBE saints.) One time she owed him $6, and she lost her wedding ring. She looked everywhere for it, and she said, "All right St. Anthony, I know I owe you some money, but if you find my ring, I will give you all that and more." And then she looked at the base of a chair, the chair she had just moved and vacuumed under, and the ring was there. At the time I thought, "Oh right, Nonna, it's nice that you can believe that stuff." Now I know better.<br /><br />AMDGJanet Cupohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01037555111680888247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post-42850306944043015692014-10-30T10:48:44.122-05:002014-10-30T10:48:44.122-05:00Somehow I missed seeing this, Janet, when you firs...Somehow I missed seeing this, Janet, when you first posted it. Thank you so much. We had a death in the family just yesterday -- someone who had a long and fruitful life -- and this is consoling. <br /><br />I must say I envy your easy association with the saints; I wish I could be as unselfconscious about it as you and your mother seem to be. All in time, I hope. Craighttp://cburrell.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post-21391278833476154182014-10-26T18:06:38.605-05:002014-10-26T18:06:38.605-05:00It's very nice to have something like that. A ...It's very nice to have something like that. A year or two ago, I found a letter that my brother-in-law had written us the week before he died in 1973. There was nothing special in it, but I'm very happy to have something to remember him by.<br /><br />AMDGJanet Cupohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01037555111680888247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post-83527653004405879152014-10-25T23:08:17.101-05:002014-10-25T23:08:17.101-05:00Lovely post. A few years ago my family found a let...Lovely post. A few years ago my family found a letter written by my grandfather not too long before he died at the age of 94 (I think--about that, anyway). He said, very serenely, that although he had lived a long and happy life, he had reached an age where he thought it just as well that life must come to an end.Machttp://lightondarkwater.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post-40700632890441576052014-10-25T22:42:54.728-05:002014-10-25T22:42:54.728-05:00There used to be a man named Willard Scott on the ...There used to be a man named Willard Scott on the Today Show, that's a popular network morning program. Every morning he would show pictures of people who were having their 100th birthday that day and tell them Happy Birthday. When my Grandmother was in her 70s or so and I was in my 20s, I expected her to die before very long. I'm don't know why because she was perfectly healthy. I just thought of 70 as extremely old. Then when she didn't die, it just seemed to me like she would go on forever and I expect Willard to be telling her Happy Birthday one day. I was so sad when she died at 88, but I can see now that it was probably for the best.<br /><br />I still miss her though.<br /><br />AMDGJanet Cupohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01037555111680888247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774681833222176907.post-85099530944507556842014-10-25T16:57:04.563-05:002014-10-25T16:57:04.563-05:00When I was 11 or so my class at school was taken t...When I was 11 or so my class at school was taken to visit an old people's home shortly before Christmas, to sing carols and chat to the residents. One old woman said to us, proudly, indicating the woman next to her: "You should speak to Edith! She's 102! Aren't you Edith?"<br />"What's that?"<br />"You're 102!"<br />"Yes, I am," said Edith, tears suddenly running down her face, "And every night I pray to God to take me in my sleep. And every morning I'm still here." <br /><br />At the time I was rather shocked by that.Paulnoreply@blogger.com