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My understanding is that Sr Lucia’s mother initially could not believe that the Blessed Mother appeared to her daughter. Did the mother believe her before she died?
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Memaw
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Yes she did. God Bless, MemawMy understanding is that Sr Lucia’s mother initially could not believe that the Blessed Mother appeared to her daughter. Did the mother believe her before she died?
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Perhaps this chapter from “Fatima From the Beginning” captures best when Lucia’s mother, Maria Rosa came to believe Lucia as did many others during the miracle of the sun. This book was written by Fr. John De Marchi of the Consolata Missionaries who was sent to Portugal during World War II where he took to learning more intrinsic details about the events that took place and was able to interview witnesses and Lucia herself along with her family. It is very good in capturing the whole brouhaha that took place within their small village and how the children had to endure much with the towns people and family’s disbelief!
Lucia later wrote that her mother still remained skeptical even after the October miracle…but in due time changed her disposition to believe.
**CHAPTER XXVI
The Lady of the Rosary
We must again go back a little way. In Aljustrel, in the Santos’ house, there was a great commotion. For the first time Maria Rosa (Lucia’s mother) was worried about her daughter, thinking it to be the last day of her life. With tears running down her cheeks she looked tenderly at Lucia who tried to comfort her mother while drying her tears.
“Don’t be afraid, mother, dear. Nothing will happen to us I’m sure. Our Lady will do what she promised!” And she made ready to leave for her cousins’ house. Then Maria Rosa in an access of maternal anxiety decided to go with her to the place of the Apparitions.
“If my child is going to die I want to die with her!”
Mother, father and daughter set off for the Marto cottage (Francisco and Jacinta’s house). They could only enter with the greatest difficulty.
The people filled the house so that you couldn’t move (says Ti Marto – Francisco and Jacinta’s father). Outside it was pouring with rain so that one could hardly see through it and the ground was thick with mud.
My poor wife was very upset because the people got up on the chests and to the beds, dirtying everything! And I said to her:
“Never mind, wife, it’s so full now that nobody else can get in!”
When they came to leave I got ready to go with the children but at that moment a neighbor came up to me and whispered:
“Better not go, Ti Marto. You might be attacked. They won’t hurt the children because they’re so small, but with you it’s another matter!”
“But I am going, because I have faith in it!” I told him. “I’m not at all afraid and am quite sure that everything will go off all right!”
With my poor Olimpia (Francisco and Jacinta’s mother) it was another matter. She was very much upset. Although she put her trust in Our Lady she didn’t think things were going to be all right as I did, because the priests and so many other people had said the opposite. The children, too, were quite calm; neither Jacinta nor Francisco were in the least perturbed.
“If they harm us,” Jacinta said to me, “we shall go to Heaven, but the people who do it will go to hell!”
A lady from Pambalinho brought dresses for the girls and she dressed them herself. Lucia’s was blue and Jacinta’s white, and she put white wreaths on their heads so that they looked like the little angels in processions.
We left the house in such rain as you never saw! The road was thick with mud but this did not prevent the women and even ladies form kneeling in front of the children.
“Leave them alone, good people!” I cried. For they seemed to think that they had the power of saints. After a lot of trouble and interruptions we at last arrived at the Cova da Iria. The crowd was so thick that you couldn’t pass through. It was then that a chauffeur picked up my Jacinta and pushed and shoved his way to the lantern arch, shouting out: “Make way for the children who saw Our Lady!” I went behind him and Jacinta, who was frightened to see me among so many people, began to cry out:
“Don’t push my father, don’t hurt him!”
The chauffeur at last put her down by the tree but there, too, the crush was so great that she began to cry. Then Lucia and Francisco made their way into the middle of it. My Olimpia was somewhere else, I don’t know where, but Maria Rosa was quite close. At that moment I saw a man bearing down on me with a stick and thought there was going to be trouble, but the people made ranks in front and behind and when the moment came everything was quiet and orderly.
“The moment”, as we may guess, was the hour of noon, A few seconds later Lucia cried out:
“Be quiet, be quiet, Our Lady is coming!”
And in fact, the Mother of God came for the last time to the little tree now gay with the flowers and ribbons which the devoted hands of Maria Carreira had placed there. The face of the seer was transformed by the supernatural. Her features looked more delicate, her colour heightened and her expression was grave and sweet. She entered at once into communication with the Vision and did not hear her mother’s warning voice behind her:
“Look carefully, Lucia, make no mistake!”
A mist cloud like incense enveloped the little group as the spontaneous question came:
“What do you want of me?”
“I want a chapel to be built here in my honour. I am the Lady of the Rosary. Continue to say the Rosary every day. The war will soon end and soldiers will return to their homes.”
“I have many petitions, will you grant them?”
“Some, yes; others, no. People must amend their lives and ask pardon for their sins. They must not offend Our Lord any more for He is already too much offended.”
Do you want anything more?”
“Nothing more.”
And the Lady of the Rosary took her last leave of her three little friends. She opened her hands which were reflecting the solar rays, and while she rose her light was thrown back to the sun so that she was more brilliant than the sun itself. Lucia, fixing her eyes on the radiant vision, cried out to the people:
“There she goes, there she goes! Look at the sun!”
**
Lucia later wrote that her mother still remained skeptical even after the October miracle…but in due time changed her disposition to believe.
**CHAPTER XXVI
The Lady of the Rosary
We must again go back a little way. In Aljustrel, in the Santos’ house, there was a great commotion. For the first time Maria Rosa (Lucia’s mother) was worried about her daughter, thinking it to be the last day of her life. With tears running down her cheeks she looked tenderly at Lucia who tried to comfort her mother while drying her tears.
“Don’t be afraid, mother, dear. Nothing will happen to us I’m sure. Our Lady will do what she promised!” And she made ready to leave for her cousins’ house. Then Maria Rosa in an access of maternal anxiety decided to go with her to the place of the Apparitions.
“If my child is going to die I want to die with her!”
Mother, father and daughter set off for the Marto cottage (Francisco and Jacinta’s house). They could only enter with the greatest difficulty.
The people filled the house so that you couldn’t move (says Ti Marto – Francisco and Jacinta’s father). Outside it was pouring with rain so that one could hardly see through it and the ground was thick with mud.
My poor wife was very upset because the people got up on the chests and to the beds, dirtying everything! And I said to her:
“Never mind, wife, it’s so full now that nobody else can get in!”
When they came to leave I got ready to go with the children but at that moment a neighbor came up to me and whispered:
“Better not go, Ti Marto. You might be attacked. They won’t hurt the children because they’re so small, but with you it’s another matter!”
“But I am going, because I have faith in it!” I told him. “I’m not at all afraid and am quite sure that everything will go off all right!”
With my poor Olimpia (Francisco and Jacinta’s mother) it was another matter. She was very much upset. Although she put her trust in Our Lady she didn’t think things were going to be all right as I did, because the priests and so many other people had said the opposite. The children, too, were quite calm; neither Jacinta nor Francisco were in the least perturbed.
“If they harm us,” Jacinta said to me, “we shall go to Heaven, but the people who do it will go to hell!”
A lady from Pambalinho brought dresses for the girls and she dressed them herself. Lucia’s was blue and Jacinta’s white, and she put white wreaths on their heads so that they looked like the little angels in processions.
We left the house in such rain as you never saw! The road was thick with mud but this did not prevent the women and even ladies form kneeling in front of the children.
“Leave them alone, good people!” I cried. For they seemed to think that they had the power of saints. After a lot of trouble and interruptions we at last arrived at the Cova da Iria. The crowd was so thick that you couldn’t pass through. It was then that a chauffeur picked up my Jacinta and pushed and shoved his way to the lantern arch, shouting out: “Make way for the children who saw Our Lady!” I went behind him and Jacinta, who was frightened to see me among so many people, began to cry out:
“Don’t push my father, don’t hurt him!”
The chauffeur at last put her down by the tree but there, too, the crush was so great that she began to cry. Then Lucia and Francisco made their way into the middle of it. My Olimpia was somewhere else, I don’t know where, but Maria Rosa was quite close. At that moment I saw a man bearing down on me with a stick and thought there was going to be trouble, but the people made ranks in front and behind and when the moment came everything was quiet and orderly.
“The moment”, as we may guess, was the hour of noon, A few seconds later Lucia cried out:
“Be quiet, be quiet, Our Lady is coming!”
And in fact, the Mother of God came for the last time to the little tree now gay with the flowers and ribbons which the devoted hands of Maria Carreira had placed there. The face of the seer was transformed by the supernatural. Her features looked more delicate, her colour heightened and her expression was grave and sweet. She entered at once into communication with the Vision and did not hear her mother’s warning voice behind her:
“Look carefully, Lucia, make no mistake!”
A mist cloud like incense enveloped the little group as the spontaneous question came:
“What do you want of me?”
“I want a chapel to be built here in my honour. I am the Lady of the Rosary. Continue to say the Rosary every day. The war will soon end and soldiers will return to their homes.”
“I have many petitions, will you grant them?”
“Some, yes; others, no. People must amend their lives and ask pardon for their sins. They must not offend Our Lord any more for He is already too much offended.”
Do you want anything more?”
“Nothing more.”
And the Lady of the Rosary took her last leave of her three little friends. She opened her hands which were reflecting the solar rays, and while she rose her light was thrown back to the sun so that she was more brilliant than the sun itself. Lucia, fixing her eyes on the radiant vision, cried out to the people:
“There she goes, there she goes! Look at the sun!”
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acadiANNA
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Lucia’s mother believed her after the miracle of the dancing sun. Her father always believed her.
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irishcolleen45
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Thank you. That’s what I thought I had heard that her mother was still skeptical even after the Miracle of the Sun.Perhaps this chapter from “Fatima From the Beginning” captures best when Lucia’s mother, Maria Rosa came to believe Lucia as did many others during the miracle of the sun. This book was written by Fr. John De Marchi of the Consolata Missionaries who was sent to Portugal during World War II where he took to learning more intrinsic details about the events that took place and was able to interview witnesses and Lucia herself along with her family. It is very good in capturing the whole brouhaha that took place within their small village and how the children had to endure much with the towns people and family’s disbelief!
Lucia later wrote that her mother still remained skeptical even after the October miracle…but in due time changed her disposition to believe.
What suffering Sr Lucia suffered because of that. Even her mother had to have suffered.
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