She is Queen!
Someone snapped this shot of my seven children and I praying before the National Pilgrim Virgin statue when she visited our parish.
We were listening intently. And we're not the only ones who listen to her:
Someone snapped this shot of my seven children and I praying before the National Pilgrim Virgin statue when she visited our parish.
We were listening intently. And we're not the only ones who listen to her:
posted by KathrynTherese at 9:15 AM
10 Comments:
:-) Beautiful -- all of ya's.
Wonderful picture KT. What a lovely family. :-)
Kathryntherese this has nothing to do with your post, but from the very beginning I've been meaning to ask where you learned your Italian..
"I've been meaning to ask where you learned your Italian.. "
Ha! Well, my Italian's not so good, but the seeds were planted by my 100% Italian grandfather, and the rest I am teaching myself. I went to Italy a few years ago, so that was motivation to learn more, and now I have a 13yo son who wants to learn it as well, so that is motivating me to learn it "for real."
It's a beautiful language.
Wonderful! Brava! You MUST come back some day..I'll show you around! Where was your grandpa from?
I am blushing to say that my grandfather was from Calabria... No machine gun ever came near him, though he DID know Al Capone, which is part of family lore.
But originally, the family is from Naples (last name is Napoli).
There is a great story of my grandfather walking down the street in Chicago and his "friend" Al comes driving by in a big black car and rolls down the window. My grandfather, who has not seen him in quite some time, shakes his head sadly and says, "Al, what are you DOING?" and Al Capone says, "Frankie, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
They were buried a stone's throw apart in the same cemetery.
Wow! I wish I could say the Mafia doesn't exist, like many Italian Americans would prefer to believe, but unfortunately...Of course, a mafioso is a mafioso, not a Calabrian or a Sicilian or a Neapolitan. In other words, no stereotyping intended. Today's mafia is super modern and has "diversified" it's activities. Now it is into "human traficking". Homeless and futureless young men, women, and children (some not yet born and some infants) are pushed off boats pretty far from the shore, where it's sink or swim, and too bad if you can't swim. They come out of the water like zombies, sometimes in full daylight amidst sunbathers who do what they can to help them. The Calabrians and Sicilians are the ones who are bearing the brunt of the invasion of people fleeing from war ravaged countries like Iraq, Ethiopia, Uganda, Nigeria etc. There are facilities in both regions which are overflowing, and there are a lot of heroic, generous people helping out. Viva la Calabria, Viva la Sicilia!
And down with the mafia!
Holy mack'rel, FMN and Lady K, you both have verrrry interesting histories. May Mary, Queen of Heaven and Earth, box the ears of every mafioso who would 'box' another person..
The picture of our little Mother with our Mountain Man Holy Father reminded me of this book, which I think Lady K and others here may find blessed reading: Caryll Houselander's "The Reed of God"
Thanks for the tip Honora. Have to see if my favorite bookstore can get it for me. Who's the publisher?
Christian Classics from Ave Maria Press, P.O. Box 428, Notre Dame, IN 46556, www.avemariapress.com
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