Last Sunday, as is our tradition on the first Sunday in June, my family sat with my mother-in-law for the Mass here in the US that commemorates those events from her mother and father's home town. Amongst all the Solopachesi who come every year, we listened to the priest recount that story linked above...about the drought...about trust in Our Lady and devotion to her.
On that bright sunny day, the sky suddenly darkened and as the Priest spoke thunder struck! Then, a surprising and heavy rain fell. Everyone in the Church looked around at each other, even the priest seemed amazed and made mention of it. For 74 years these relatives of immigrants have been re-enacting what happens on this same date...still...in Italy.
Here's a video from 1986. What a mountain they descend...singing...what a tradition!Click HERE and HERE for my previous posts with pictures and video.
|With her GMom|
|With my parents|
|This pin is from 1939 and still worn by members of the society|
|Here, in the US, our pilgrimage is just down the aisle, not a mountain.|
But, the love is here too and the joy of family...and tradition. Dear Mother who intercedes with showers of graces...we love you!