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Romae sumus… Ines Saturday, Jul 29 2006
Travel Lucia 3:33 am
Now we are in Rome and we saw St. Peter’s and climbed its dome (the girls climbed up to the very top but I had an unusual fit of dizziness that morning and couldn’t), St. Mary Major, Santa Croce, St. John Lateran, and St. Paul’s Outside-the-Walls. Also St. Peter in Chains, and we climbed the Sancta Scala! On our knees, of course, and praying at every step. ouch… But it was worth it, most definitely. A shame that most of the relics of the Sancta Sanctorum are no longer there; they are scattered all over Rome. We also went (yesterday it was) to the Catacombs of St. Priscilla and the Spanish Stairs, and then we split up. Colleen, Christine and Stephanie wanted to see the U.S. Embassy (it turned out they didn’t, but they went to the Trevi Fountain.) Lucia and I went to Sta. Agnese fuora dei Muri, to see my patroness’tomb, and we discovered that she shares it with St. Emerentiana! St. Agnes’ head is not there, though, it is at Sta Agnese in Agone in Piazza Navona, but that is under restoration so we couldn’t go in, boohoo… We touched our scapulars to the coffin, so now we have third-class relics of both saints! And then we went through the Catacomb of St. Agnes. It was really neat.
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Guaranteed strictly untrue… Friday, Jul 28 2006
poetry Lucia 2:29 pm
The most movynge and delyghtfull tale of the loves of the fair Christine and the handsome guarde, the whyche happeneth in the Eternale Citye, he beinge a membre of that illustrious bodye of Swiss in the servyse of His Holynesse, and she a pilgryme to that citye. The whyche moreover is a most apt example of constancie and prudence in maydens, and of manlie fortitude and courage in men.
A Swiss Guard was guarding in St Peter’s SquareWhen his eye chanced to fall on a maiden so fair.
Her soft hair was brown and her bright eyes were greenAnd her name (as the Guard told me once) was Christine.
With her veil on her head and her Rosary in handThe Guard thought this lady did look simply grand.
And she, as her gentle gaze fell on the Guard,Thought “Here is perfection of manhood, unmarred!”
He was just six feet five, and his hair was dark brown,What a picture he made as he paced up and down!
As she passed the Guard, her Rosary did drop,And he in his pacing did suddenly stop;
As they both bent to lift it, their two hands did meet,And each thought the other was perfectly sweet.
O goodness! O gracious! O heavens above!The handsome Swiss Guard and Christine were in love!
When the Guard was off duty they made rendezvousAnd asked of each other what they were to do;
“We’re in love, my dear Guard, that is plain to be seen;Let’s marry quite soon!” cried the lovely Christine.
“But I’ve just begun serving! I cannot be wedTill my five years are over,” the handsome Guard said.
“How dreadful! How cruel! How terribly hard!”Said the lovely Christine to her handsome Swiss Guard.
“But I’ll wait, then, for you. Write a letter each day;Be faithful and true!” the fair maiden did say.
So five years he worked hard and daily he wrote -In bold, dashing writing - a little love note.
And lovely Christine, with a heartbreaking sigh,A perfumed epistle would send in reply.
(He’d send all his letters to her through her DadFor fear that the Captain of Guard would get mad,)
And sometimes in Piazza Navona they’d meetAnd scrumptious tartuffo together would eat.
When five years were past - on his very last day -The Guard gaily wrote, “Let’s be married in May!”
But lovely Christine planned a terrible jest,She wanted to put her true love to the test.
She sent him her answer, a terrible one -“I think my vocation is that of a nun.”
He read the dread note and in awful despairHe tore at his coat and his darkest-brown hair,
But settling down in a very short whileHe decided to patiently bear with the trial.
And in a short time he received a short letter:“I like not the convent; I love you much better.”
And so they were wed on a fair day in JuneAnd went to Australia for their honeymoon.
Wryttene by Mystresse Inés de Erausquin, Anno Domini MMVI. Singe ye itt, if ye wylle, to the tune of “I’m a Rambler, I’m a Gambler,” the whyche fittethe it welle enoughe.
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France Monday, Jul 24 2006
Travel Lucia 3:24 pm
One of the first things we learned about the French: they use annoying keyboards with all the letters scrambled! We visited Carcassone on the 13th and 14th…we walked on the walls of the old city and saw barriers set up for the Tour de France in the new. Arriving in Toulouse, late in the afternoon of the 14th, we walked down to the river to see the Bastille day fireworks. Mrs. Michaux afterwards remarked that they never go to those celebrations because Bastille day was the beginning of the Masonic revolution, but hey, we missed the fourth and we needed our midsummer fireworks. They were very pretty, over the river and with live background music (Porgy and Bess!!!) The next day we visited the basilica of St Sernin, bishop of Toulouse, who was dragged down the street we were living on by a bull for his martyrdom. Afterwards we went to Les Jacobins to visit St. Thomas Aquinas. The church had the pillars up the center (because the monks had their choir stalls on the sides facing the middle?) and a beautiful cloister. Other highlights in France were a visit to Mont St. Michel, seeing our Lady’s veil in Chartres, trying to pronounce Chartres, discussing French vs. English onomatopoeia, Notre Dame, the story of the taking of St. Nicholas de Chardonnet (tell you later) , and hearing that French trad children also read in the bathroom when they are supposed to be asleep.
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Ines here .. forgot my password Monday, Jul 24 2006
Misc. Lucia 3:10 pm
So. Here is the true story of one of our (mis)adventures in Spain.
There is shrieking in the shower and shouting in the hall,
Lucia from the shower gives a terrifying call,
“A centipede has bitten me - it’s bitten my big toe!”
And Stephie shrieks, “It’s poisonous, and to your grave you’ll go!”
And all the girls unto her run and someone grabs the broom,
And all determine then to bring the critter to his doom.
Lucia with a flashlight the shower entereth,
To find the evil Centipede and crush it unto death,
“Suspect identified!” she cries in tones of triumph gay,
Then “Oh! I lost it!” she exclaims, in accents of dismay.
Lucia’s Spansh Centipede is crawling up the wall
And some girls shriek in horror and others fainting fall*,
And as into a corner the deadly beast doth crawl,
Our valiant Lu the broom doth seize and drags it to the hall!
With camera in hand the fearless Stephanie advances
And “shoots” the fascinating foe before it flees our glances.
Then Lu attacks it with the broom and strikes with dreadful cries,
Until the Spanish Centipede has met its last demise.
And then, the wounds of battle healed, we all retire to bed,
Quite certain that Lucia’s foe, the Centipede, is dead!
*a slight exaggeration
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cont… Friday, Jul 7 2006
Travel Lucia 12:21 pm
I’m running out of time..so I´’ll just mention that Madrid, being a newer city, has less evidence of this.
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Steel Lilies in Spain Friday, Jul 7 2006
Travel Lucia 12:20 pm
Well, here we are, five traditional girls in Europe. We have played and danced to Irish music in Cork and discussed modesty in dress at midnight in a sidewalk cafe in Salamanca, and now we are in Madrid almost ready to go to Mass. We have seen more of Spain than of Ireland, and the impression we got was of an unbelievably rich Catholic heritage–there was a church, convent or monastery on almost every block in Madrid [edited Sept. 2007: I meant Salamanca].
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New Idea Tuesday, Jul 4 2006
Misc. Gloria 3:21 pm
So I’m in CA visiting my family, and my sisters show me this really funny series of videos some guy made called “Ask A Ninja”. Once I saw them, I thought it’d be really cool to do an “Ask A Trad” series. But I can’t seem to think of any good questions we could answer-besides the obvious “Do Trad Girls have to wear shapeless plaid jumpers to be modest?”
Take a look at the videos and let me know what you all think-comments are definitely welcome…
http://www.imladrisresurrected.com/MerryMusings/
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