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brotherhrolf
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It is my understanding that this is the Traditional Catholicism forum. I would call myself a traditional Catholic in that I was born in the early 50s. I attended Catholic schools from primer to 12th grade. I was an altar boy and a chorister for most of that time. I’ve been a member of a cathedral choir for the last 25 years.
Sing a New Church is a hymn sung even to this day, right? I saw then and I see no reason now to sing a new church. There was nothing wrong with the old church. (Just my opinion).
I (and others) had our roots ripped out starting in 1966. We were fed a bill of goods. We were told that the Mass must be in English (which is contrary to what HMC was saying). How many of you actually went through the transition in the mid-60s? How many of you remember the two week notices we got? In two weeks …we will no longer chant the Gloria in Latin…in two weeks we will no longer say the Creed in Latin…in two weeks we will no longer say the Confiteor…in two weeks every option …I’ve been here. I’ve done that. If you think that the NO then bears any resemblance to the OF today, guess again.
I spent no little part of the early 70s in the Navy. Mass on base was as about a straightforward as you could come in English. In the mid-70s (when I came back) I attended a “less than 30 minute NO” vigil Mass. In 1976 I moved here to attend grad school and I discovered the cathedral parish. The principal mass at 10:30 on Sunday was lucky if they had 75 people there.
Married DW in 78 and we moved out to her parish. I dearly loved the pastor but running down from the altar to “schmooze” during the sign of peace is just not what I knew.
In 1983 I was invited to sing in the cathedral choir by a paid chorister who was a co-worker. ( Our Lord moves in mysterious ways). Hoo boy! Latin! I have not looked back.
There is an assumption that everyone of my generation loved the NO. It is not true. We were not allowed time to think. We were handed from on high what would happend with or without our approval. It was a fait accompli.
When I was in the Navy, I took the time to visit a local church in Rota, Spain. My spoken Spanish is marginal. The priest came out and asked me what I was doing there.? I told him that I was an altar boy and was visiting Our Lord. (I’m not making this up) He asked me “Introibo ad altarae Dei” to which I answered "Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam). 1971 boys and girls 1971 and in another country. He took me and showed me all of the sacred relics of this church. That, my brothers and sisters, is being Catholic. Et unam sanctam Catholicam egliesiam.
Sing a New Church is a hymn sung even to this day, right? I saw then and I see no reason now to sing a new church. There was nothing wrong with the old church. (Just my opinion).
I (and others) had our roots ripped out starting in 1966. We were fed a bill of goods. We were told that the Mass must be in English (which is contrary to what HMC was saying). How many of you actually went through the transition in the mid-60s? How many of you remember the two week notices we got? In two weeks …we will no longer chant the Gloria in Latin…in two weeks we will no longer say the Creed in Latin…in two weeks we will no longer say the Confiteor…in two weeks every option …I’ve been here. I’ve done that. If you think that the NO then bears any resemblance to the OF today, guess again.
I spent no little part of the early 70s in the Navy. Mass on base was as about a straightforward as you could come in English. In the mid-70s (when I came back) I attended a “less than 30 minute NO” vigil Mass. In 1976 I moved here to attend grad school and I discovered the cathedral parish. The principal mass at 10:30 on Sunday was lucky if they had 75 people there.
Married DW in 78 and we moved out to her parish. I dearly loved the pastor but running down from the altar to “schmooze” during the sign of peace is just not what I knew.
In 1983 I was invited to sing in the cathedral choir by a paid chorister who was a co-worker. ( Our Lord moves in mysterious ways). Hoo boy! Latin! I have not looked back.
There is an assumption that everyone of my generation loved the NO. It is not true. We were not allowed time to think. We were handed from on high what would happend with or without our approval. It was a fait accompli.
When I was in the Navy, I took the time to visit a local church in Rota, Spain. My spoken Spanish is marginal. The priest came out and asked me what I was doing there.? I told him that I was an altar boy and was visiting Our Lord. (I’m not making this up) He asked me “Introibo ad altarae Dei” to which I answered "Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam). 1971 boys and girls 1971 and in another country. He took me and showed me all of the sacred relics of this church. That, my brothers and sisters, is being Catholic. Et unam sanctam Catholicam egliesiam.