And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seeke.




And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seeke.




“This blog is rather like a fusion of the Baroque ‘salon’ with its well-tuned harpsichord around which polite society gathered for entertainment and edification and, on the other hand, a Wild West “saloon” with its out-of-tune piano and swinging doors, where everyone has a gun and something to say. Nevertheless, we try to point our discussions back to what it is to be Catholic in this increasingly difficult age, to love God, and how to get to heaven.” - Fr. Z


Ah, memories. We had to read aloud in the “Olde” English and memorize the first part of the General Prologue. We studied and took apart the individual tales. This was in my college days English Lit class. I read a part (in Old English) to one of my grand-daughters just last week. While she just shook her head, she at least had been exposed to Chaucer; but exposure to the original language is rare these days. Thinking about it kind of makes me want to be one of the folk than longen to goon on pilgrymages.
I have been so grateful and filled with joy over your postings from England! My husband and I travelled to England for our honeymoon 16 years ago! (Canterbury was the first town we visited) Your pictures have brought back wonderful memories! I pray for the conversion of England often!
God bless you for your love of Jesus and His Church!
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
memories of senior English class in high school……
Love the updated photos! And to think, that was ours once!!!
Love the tracery — or is it called “ribbing”? — in the nave’s ceiling. Very English Gothic.
Oh, another one of my ‘memories’ from England, Canterbury!
I went there on all my trips!
Did you kneel at the place where St. Thomas Becket was killed?
I also attended Evensong at the Cathedral-heavenly, as always!
Thanks for all your English photos, Father Z!
Were you able to visit the Catholic Church of Canterbury, named for Becket? There are relics of Becket, and I think Sts. Thomas More and John Fisher.
And another church in Canterbury is St. Dunstan’s, which has the Roper family vault. Tradition has it that Margaret Roper, More’s daughter, brought her father’s severed head and buried it at St. Dunstan’s. I visited this church on my first visit in 1987 only-all the other times I went, it was locked!