In theory the responsibility was given for the bishop, the priests only executed their directives. Theoretically this is the rule now too.
In the thirties the dialog Masses were allowed, but without any detailed instruction, how to do them. In the parish of my father by the initiative of the local pastor men had a meeting after a Mass and they talked over what is the best way to do that. The initiator was the pastor, the pastor made the decision, but the laymen were active advisers. This was the best way without centralized instructions, but this led to the diversity of the Mass from Church to Church
One more example: In 1958 I was in seminary. The prefect told me one Saturday late evening, that tomorrow I had to go to a chapel and be the lector/interpreter for the Masses. I told him, that I remember how my Father did that a dozen or more years ago, but need some instruction. He said, that there are no instruction, I had to do my best. I envied my father, that he had at least a meting behind him, wasn’t left entirely on his own. The priest who said the Masses never instructed me how to do things. He was responsible, and the Masses were celebrating the Sacrifice of our Lord, but without strict centralized regulation.
In retrospect these dialog Mass were a side show imitating the active participation. This and the lack of centralized rules was the main reason why people, lower clergy and laity alike felt the need for the new. On that time no one see, that the regulation will be abandoned instead of strengthened.
I owe you an apology, Lazlo. Like many Americans, I have a
tendency to think that the U.S. IS the world. I’ll try to explain to you what it was like here during the same time period you mentioned.
First, we…in the U.S, were an infant Church compared to your Church. The missionaries came about 1818 to minister to the Indians. The first parish in my diocese was opened about 1830. Then things began to happen more quickly. The Benedictine nuns & those of the RSCJ (Madames of the Sacred Heart) opened schools here in the mid 19th
century, as the numbers of our parishes grew quickly.
In other words, the faith here, in the Midwestern U.S. was blossoming at the beginning of the 20th century. My Father, born in 1914, was the first person in his family to attend 12 yrs. of Catholic school. He knew his faith better than my children today, who also went to Catholic schools. His parents were so proud that they could send him & he would have never considered sending his own children anywhere but to his beloved Benedictines. I started in the Catholic school system during the mid forties.
By that time, the war was over, our rectories were overflowing, & our convents gave us wonderful teachers. They were determined to “raise” Catholic leaders.
They taught us the faith. We spent the first two years in Catholic schools, learning the Mass & the Sacraments. We were taught to pray the MASS. Private devotions were not allowed, nor were the saints to be used as “good luck talismans”. We were taught the old-fashioned virtues…self-discipline, respect for authority…but we were never forbidden to question. Most of all, we were taught that…as children of God…we were to love both Him & ourselves. Scholastically, we were far ahead of the public schools. I found that out when I entered a secular University.
Our music was changing slowly, organically. By the time I entered high school we were singing vernacular hymns at the beginning & end of the Mass. My favorite was “Holy God, we praise Thy Name”.
Again, gradually, the dialogue Mass became popular here, etc., etc.
Then 10 years later, everything changed. After the council, the Latin we’d learned was no longer “relevant”, the Churches we’d built were pretty much demolished. Within 5 yrs., the nuns were gone. They’d taught school in all 8 of our parishes, there were approximately 75 nuns in our city in the 50’s & early 60’s, by 1973 not a one was left. Soon, we had one priest trying to serve a parish that had been established with 3 priests in mind. The Mass was a circus……with Liturgical dancers in the Sanctuary, 6-8 EEMS to serve 200 people & our “sacred music“, was a “group” with guitars & tambourines singing Bob Dylan’s “Blowing in the Wind”.
Of course, Mass was said in the vernacular. That didn’t bother me nearly as much as the loss of the penitential atmosphere, the emphasis on the Last Supper instead of the Crucifixion.
BTW., We weren’t discouraged from receiving the Eucharist. You said something about receiving once a year. That was unheard of here.