Perspective Keeping up with Mrs OBrien in the Speed
Rosary event
By ARTHUR JONES
Olympic trials are underway, and in
practically every sport the key elements are timing and breathing. If
theres a Catholic Olympics, my 91-year-old mother-in-law, Beatrice
OBrien, and I are teamed up for the Speed Rosary.
Boy, shes fast. Im just up to the and blessed is
the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus, when shes already taken the baton and
is halfway down the decade with the Holy Mary Mother of God pray for us
sinners, and Ive got to be ready with the Hail Mary full of
grace again by the time shes at the now and the hour of our
death. Amen -- or we lose the rhythm.
About which, more in a moment.
I call her at least once a week, and we say the rosary over the
phone.
Shes just back from 12 days in Ireland visiting her sisters
Peg, 89, and Winnie, 86. Theyd had a Cuddihy family Mass in Silvermine,
Tipperary, with lots of nephews and nieces. But no rosary.
Bea has macular degeneration and cant see, and her hearing
isnt that great, but theres nothing wrong with her mind, her sense
of fun or her flow of jokes. With which she regaled sisters, nephews and nieces
and her traveling companions, granddaughter Karen, son John, and grandson,
Rowan.
My latest for her: the one about the tipsy priest saying the
Stations of the Cross who begins at station 14 and works toward the beginning.
Hes halfway through when the pastor walks in, sees his condition, rebukes
him and tells him hes started at the wrong end.
And the priest replies, I thought the fellow was looking
less stressed as I went along.
Her current favorite: the lonely lady who buys a female parrot.
The parrot talks, but all she does is swear. The lady mentions her plight to
the parish priest who says, Well, Ive got two parrots, and all they
do is pray. Ill put your parrot in the cage with them.
And when he does, the two parrots look at each other and say:
Thanks be to God, our prayers have been answered.
Now to hear that delivered with expert timing by a 91-year-old
with a Tipperary lilt is a privilege -- and its a privilege the folks at
the Alzheimers Center, where Beatrice goes as a volunteer twice a week,
regularly share.
Regularly share, for the fact is shes able to tell them the
same jokes every week. And each week, they enjoy them.
On Beas return from Ireland, we found we werent out of
rosary practice, but maybe slightly out of rosary breath. For, as rosary
reciters well know, each half of the Hail Mary is one breath. Inhale too deeply
and you cough, too little and you peter out before the end.
But were picking up -- and our timings approaching the
miraculous. Currently were working toward the Catholic triathlon. Our
Hail Marys a guaranteed silver. The Glory Be is a certain gold. The Our
Father, we both admit, needs work for even a bronze. But well get there,
TG/SAG (or Thank God/Saint Anthony Guide.)
Arthur Jones is NCR editor-at-large. His e-mail address
is ajones96@aol.com
National Catholic Reporter, September 1,
2000
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