B
brotherhrolf
Guest
Well, Cat, along comes bro. once again repeating the same things he’s been saying for the last two years or more until I am blue in the face and frankly exhausted. For the nine hundreth and ninety-ninth time chant is not mysterious. It does not require special musical training. There is an entire corpus of plainsong chants available in the St. Gregory Hymnal some of which I was taught as early as the first grade. Get a hold of some old fogeys like myself in your parish (and not the ones who tell you right off that they didn’t understand a thing.) Do a little more extensive research than just seeking out those who adhere to your views.
We did understand Latin and I suspect that after four of five years, you would understand Latin too. It abounds with cognates in English. We had our missals. If one was schooled by nuns or brothers (as I was) the sheer power of repeating things over and over again form connections in one’s neural pathways. I doubt you would believe me but I can sit here 40 some odd years after and type from memory the Lord’s Prayer in Latin. I can tell you how to pronounce the words. I can sing the plainsong setting we learned 50 plus years ago and, if you’ld like, I can point out the cognates. Pater = father=padre=pere=vater and so on and so forth. To be precise, it is actually an Indo-European word and not the least bit mysterious.
Yes, indeedy, the bill of goods we were sold when I was a teenager was that Latin and chant was to have pride of place. Which is why in the space of less than two years in 1967- 68 we went from solemnly chanting the Pater Noster in plainsong to bouncing around to the merry strumming of the guitars singing a hootenany version of Our Father who art in heaven hallow-wed be thy name. Thy kindgom come (thump, boom, stomp), thy will be done (thump, boom, stomp), on Earth as it is in Hea -a-a-ven. Parce Domine it wasn’t.
You brand people with traditional leanings as if this is something that we just discovered since the Motu Proprio. I have waited forty years and I am still waiting because my bishop merely “acknowledged” the Motu Proprio which as a career civil servant I recognize it for what it is - a kiss of death.
Cat, frankly, I simply don’t understand why you feel the need to constantly challenge those with traditional leanings. In September I will celebrate my 58th year as a Catholic. Thirteen years of Catholic education - the majority of which before Vatican II. Twenty years of singing in a cathedral choir in which I have seen more than my share of abuses to the point where I and many of my fellow choristers refused to sing at diocesan events.
No one is asking you to embrace traditional Catholic worship and I do not believe that the vast majority of us wish to see Cat forced to worship in a way she finds uncomfortable. We would not seek to do to you what has been done to us in the last 40 years.
I want to remind you of something. I learned Catholicism at the feet of my mother and father - my aunts and uncles - my neighbors (10 of the 14 households on my block were Catholic). I saw my parent’s generation marginalized to the Vigil Mass on Saturday afternoon to avoid a whole bunch of the things you value in the NO. You might want to give some thought to how the “Greatest Generation” felt as I have. They’re mostly gone but I repeat again that not all of us folks who were teenagers in 1967 embraced the “New Mass”. We submitted to the magesterium.
We did understand Latin and I suspect that after four of five years, you would understand Latin too. It abounds with cognates in English. We had our missals. If one was schooled by nuns or brothers (as I was) the sheer power of repeating things over and over again form connections in one’s neural pathways. I doubt you would believe me but I can sit here 40 some odd years after and type from memory the Lord’s Prayer in Latin. I can tell you how to pronounce the words. I can sing the plainsong setting we learned 50 plus years ago and, if you’ld like, I can point out the cognates. Pater = father=padre=pere=vater and so on and so forth. To be precise, it is actually an Indo-European word and not the least bit mysterious.
Yes, indeedy, the bill of goods we were sold when I was a teenager was that Latin and chant was to have pride of place. Which is why in the space of less than two years in 1967- 68 we went from solemnly chanting the Pater Noster in plainsong to bouncing around to the merry strumming of the guitars singing a hootenany version of Our Father who art in heaven hallow-wed be thy name. Thy kindgom come (thump, boom, stomp), thy will be done (thump, boom, stomp), on Earth as it is in Hea -a-a-ven. Parce Domine it wasn’t.
You brand people with traditional leanings as if this is something that we just discovered since the Motu Proprio. I have waited forty years and I am still waiting because my bishop merely “acknowledged” the Motu Proprio which as a career civil servant I recognize it for what it is - a kiss of death.
Cat, frankly, I simply don’t understand why you feel the need to constantly challenge those with traditional leanings. In September I will celebrate my 58th year as a Catholic. Thirteen years of Catholic education - the majority of which before Vatican II. Twenty years of singing in a cathedral choir in which I have seen more than my share of abuses to the point where I and many of my fellow choristers refused to sing at diocesan events.
No one is asking you to embrace traditional Catholic worship and I do not believe that the vast majority of us wish to see Cat forced to worship in a way she finds uncomfortable. We would not seek to do to you what has been done to us in the last 40 years.
I want to remind you of something. I learned Catholicism at the feet of my mother and father - my aunts and uncles - my neighbors (10 of the 14 households on my block were Catholic). I saw my parent’s generation marginalized to the Vigil Mass on Saturday afternoon to avoid a whole bunch of the things you value in the NO. You might want to give some thought to how the “Greatest Generation” felt as I have. They’re mostly gone but I repeat again that not all of us folks who were teenagers in 1967 embraced the “New Mass”. We submitted to the magesterium.