|My first memories of praying the rosary are quite special to
me. When I was around this age (3 or 4), my dad traveled with
his job. At the time I had six brothers and sisters and, now that
I have three children of my own, I know what a challenge it
must have been for my mother to care for us alone.|
When dad was away, mom would get us tucked into bed and she'd sit in
the hallway and recite the rosary. With all the lights out and the soft, drifting sound of her voice, I doubt that I ever stayed
awake through the first decade. But I know that doesn't matter.
What does matter is that she was creating a loving and spiritual
environment for us.
My next recollection is around the fifth grade at St. Bernard's
Catholic School in Dallas, Texas. St. Bernard's was a lovely old
school but, at the time, it had one major flaw:
no air conditioning! If you've spent any time in Texas you know
that its imperative to have an air conditioner about
nine months out of the year.
Everyday we would eat lunch and have a short recess. Then we would file into Sr. Cresentia's classroom; short of
breath and bellies full. The perfect time for the recitation of the
daily rosary. Sister would begin and move the prayer up and
down the rows with each child waiting for a turn to
recite the next Hail Mary. And since there was no air
conditioning, large oscillating fans hung over
our heads. Gently lulled by the fan motors
and the cool breeze sweeping across my face, I remember fighting to stay
awake for my turn. It was miserable. How I longed
for her to skip over me so I could fall into a state of half
Now it is one
of my favorite memories of Catholic school. I can't explain it,
but I can see it and feel it like it was yesterday. And it is even
more vivid when I am near an oscillating fan.