Posts Tagged ‘Pius X11’

Canonisation for all.

May 29, 2014
Our young family in Holland 1975-76

Our young family in Holland 1975-76

Sorry to be harping on about the Pius X11 hiccupping event. It will soon come to pass. The writing is so much better as a catharsis than any medication. Talk about medication. Was the cod liver oil also in demand in Australia during or after the war? I actually quite like it and it is now not all that easy to get except in tablet form encased in some kind of solidified jelly. A bottle of cheap as chips pure cod liver without any nonsense is another item of the past that one can miss and wish for endlessly. H is forever telling me; what is your point of slipping and sliding around on what has passed? Get on with it! Go and vacuum something, anything.

It is just that I keenly remember an event that occurred in the Bolzano area of Italy. I have spent some time there but not during the Pius X11 hiccupping. That was yet to come some years later. Of course, while expert specialists and not so expert charlatans were trying the many cures on the pope, hundreds of canonisation claims were queuing up in the Papal corridors of The Vatican. It went on for many months and rumors were starting to emerge of a new pope waiting around in Lucifer’s garden. A chimney sweep was being engaged! An ominous sign, handpicked from the best available in Austria, fluent in Italian as well as possessing a deft all encompassing sweeping movement of his right arm.



However, a father from the village of Bolzano’s Bressanone had lost his wife during childbirth of his daughter. Some eight years later he tragically also lost his little girl from an essential illness.

A building of a dam necessitated the removal of the local cemetery to higher grounds just when the Wisteria and Seringa were at their highest and best. Their mauve fragrances greeting the graveyard visitors even from mountain villages miles away. All the relatives still alive disinterred the remains of their loving but dearly departed to take to the new cemetery higher up. The father found his wife’s remains all but dust but when prising open the lid from his daughter’s small casket he was greeted by the fresh fragrance of the roses she was buried with. Her child body still warm and with a roseate glow around her cheeks. The flowers still alive clutched between her arms resting serenely and beatific on her white dress.

The father decided then to make amends to his sins long hidden from his youth and only ever confessed to his wife during a flush of southern passion and who then died so tragically near nine months later. His daughter surely deserved sainthood. He took to taking the casket held is his lap by train to Rome. He had written by hand a sixty page letter attributing her perfect remains as proof of sainthood already there but not conferred.

Alas, he was joined by many from around the world in the Vatican’s corridors normally reserved for sauntering of mitre wearing cardinals and High Officials. Their weary faces all grimed from dust of week long journeys. There were many canonisation applicants from Bolivia, El Salvador, The Antilles and other numerous very catholic but evil dictator led countries. Many from Spain and Italy as well. In fact, the caskets, shrouds and many other reliquiae were littering the corridors to such an extend it was spilling over into a courtyard over which a tarpaulin was hung.

The Pius X11 hiccupping was still ongoing and cardinals hardly bothered even looking up, let alone had a look at this poor father’s small coffin. Canonisation was at a standstill.

I have till now not ever heard what happened. Indeed, even with memory still strong (thanks to the cod liver oil) I am not so sure if this event really took place or is it something stored and taken out of mind’s waste paper basket?

I have yet to hear of canonisation of a live person. Have you?

Between Pius X11 hiccups and scanner.

May 28, 2014

The scanner was still there this morning. I got up very early after another night of tossing and turning. There is only so much excitement an elderly gent can cope with. Right now we are tackling all the cables, cords and paraphernalia cluttering our table. The table was bought from an Italian lady who runs a second hand furniture shop in Goulburn. It is a very large table and how we dragged it up the stairs and around the corner into our small bedroom (office now) would or should hail as world wonder number 8.
See photo of table here!

The cluster of cables united

The cluster of cables united

The table was used for pattern making and sewing as the table has little indentions in its wooden top of a serrated little wheel traditionally used in copying the paper pattern onto the material or vice versa (don’t ask why or how!)

It took two of us to sort the cables and cords. One of us on the table and one underneath. The person underneath the table would tug a cord with the person on top of the table identifying what the cord was doing there and to which appliance it was connected to. I can see how ‘wire-free is tempting. With just speakers, two printers and two computers it is amazing how many cables are needed to just connect to so much nonsense. Anyway, as you can see it is now looking tidier. I am sure that in a few weeks time it will all be in turmoil again. God knows what those cables are up to at night!

The next photo is scanned direct from my minds memory which dates it roughly to Pius the X11. The link to that period is that all the world’s best physicians and all the world’s heathen wizards could not cure his non-stop hiccupping. It was a further nail in the coffin of my scepticism in a religious belief that somehow one would end up in a heaven if only one could stop masturbating, thereby committing a mortal sin worthy of eternal hellfire or a Dante inferno. (each time)

If God could not stop the representative of Him here on earth halt a simple hiccup, how could us mere mortals prevent committing mortal sins which felt so good and… so…compulsive and feel so… lovely?

I remember it being a totally revealing and unshackling insight at that time. (there is a lot there) That’s when I took that photo.

 deep-thought during PiusX11

deep-thought during PiusX11