December 6-
The oldest item in your possession.
Somewhere in the 1930’s, Albert was late for dinner at a
friend’s house. He rushed to put
his coat on and fill his pockets with the necessary items before heading out
for the evening. Once he got to
the house, the amount of people running around inside put his mind at
ease. “It’s ok that I’m a little late-
it’s chaos in here and nobody even noticed,” he thought. But in reaching into his pocket to pull
out his handkerchief, Albert’s rosary fell out of his pocket. The rosary was in a small pouch, though
when the pouch dropped to the ground, the chained beads spilled out. A keen eye of one of the daughters of
the house, Rose, happened to notice this accident and smiled at young
Albert. “What a pious man!” she
thought. It was because of this
accident with the rosary that my Grandfather Albert and Grandma Rose began
courting each other and eventually married, having 4 daughters of their own. Grandpa Al, or “Pop Pop” as was his
preferred grandfather name, died in his 50’s, and his rosary was passed down to
my Aunt Evelyn. For a while, Aunt
Ev kept the rosary in storage, along with a few other Pop Pop and Grandma Rose
mementos. And in 2007, when I
decided to become Catholic, Aunt Ev gave me Pop Pop’s rosary and told me the
story behind it. It is a
beautiful, black beaded rosary, long and heavy. It’s still in same small pouch, and has now fallen out of my
pocket a few times. On those rare
occasions, I’ll curiously pause before picking it up, taking a quick look
around for any observant ladies.
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