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Condemning? Egocentric? SSPX? What??? All of that because I said that I understood what I was saying in 1960 as a NINE YEAR OLD??? I was 41 years old when the Cardinal Archbishop of Lyons, France departed from the script and gave the Apolstolic Blessing in Latin at the bicentennial celebration of my cathedral. You mean a) I didn’t recognize the Apostolic Blessing in Latin and b) I wasn’t capable of responding in responding? I sure did a better job that the majority of our clergy assembled.
Look, Gertie…all across this forum I have made it crystal clear for years that I attend a reverent NO cathedral parish. I have not been to a TLM or EF, as you prefer, since 1978 much less the SSPX. We have one indult Low Mass in my diocese. I made no perjorative comments about the OF or NO, if you prefer.
I am simply tired of repeating myself ad infinitum that this “baloney” that we didn’t understand the Latin is just that…“baloney” or to put it more strongly in a vocabulary approved by the Brothers who taught me - taurine foecal matter.
Egocentrism? Hardly. I lived the life. I went to Catholic schools during the entire period. I don’t need someone to totally negate my father’s sacrifice to work two jobs to put me through Catholic school to tell me I didn’t know what I was saying.
Some may have been taking Mr. O’Leary’s LSD in the 60s or Mr. O’Reilly’s kool aid but it wasn’t me. When I tell you I understood (indeed, understand) the Mass in Latin it is not perjorative, egocentrical, ethnocentric, or any other derisive, condescending, pejorative or puerile term you care to come up with.
It was and is the unvarnished truth. And I am more than sick and tired of people insinuating that we were all on the “magic kool aid” and deceiving ourselves because we did not speak fluent Latin.
I am an anthropologist. In 1965 my Irish, Scot, German, French and English ancestors could celebrate Mass with my wife’s Scot, German, and French ancestors. The Cubans came to Louisiana along with Phillipinos, Guatamalens, Nicaraguans, Costa Ricans, Panamanians, Columbians, Puerto Ricans, and Venezuelans. We all had no trouble following along at Mass in Latin.
There was no influx of Eastern Europeans here but in 1975 our Vietnamese brothers and sisters came and in the words of Gomer Pyle “surprise, surprise” they could respond in Latin too.
You can take your PhD but the reality is that my mother with her high school education in the 50s is the one who taught me to understand the Latin Mass. I made my First Communion in 1958 and it was my mother who pointed out the Latin and the English during the next year which prepared me to become an altar boy.
I’ve never said anything about it, but perhaps your PhD could shed some light upon the fact that I am the first person on either side of my family to get a baccalaureate degree much less go on for an MA.
I am a product of a mixed marriage. My father was not Catholic and he worked two jobs well into the 1970s to put me, my sister and my brother through Catholic school. It was my father who woke me up and drove me to serve Mass at 6am. When our new parish was formed in 1964, I rode my bike to the rectory to serve Mass at 6am. My pastor, Fr. B., was a WWII combat veteran who parachuted into Normandy in WWII. Until the sisters came in 1967 (and, yes, I’m still in contact with some of the sisters), six am Mass was just Father and I.
It grieves me to even have to go here. I affirm and attest that I served way too many six am Masses with just Father and I present between 1964 and 1967 until the sisters came and a convent was opened. I was never molested and I affirm and attest that I did know what I was saying and that there was only Father and I at that Mass.
What more do you folks who so hate the TLM want?
You wanna know the truth? I have always wanted to be an archaeolgist. Fr. B. encouraged me and sent me home with his Time-Life books on Greece, Rome, etc. We lived hand to mouth because because of a Catholic school education.
I’m 57 years old. Eternal rest grant unto my father. My father was not Catholic when I was growing up but he honored his pledge to raise his kids Catholic when he married my mother in the sacristy of my mother’s church in 1947.
I am more than aware of what it was to grow up Catholic just before Vatican II. There are far too many of us alive today who consistently tell y’all that we did know what we were saying and we did know what that Latin meant.
Unless you have the “been there, done that” award how can you make such sweeping statements.
) understanding of the Mass.