My friend the great p.p. of Blackfen, about to celebrate the parish’s patronal feast, His Hermeneuticalness the mighty Fr. Finigan, has a great anecdote about the late and lamented Michael Davies. Be sure to read Fr. Finigan’s whole entry, which has all sorts of great anecdotes:
I remember an experiment that Michael used to run with his class of 11 year old juniors. At the end of term, he would leave several piles of holy cards on his desk and simply tell the children that they could take whichever ones they wanted. Some of the cards had traditional devotional pictures of the Sacred Heart, the Crucifixion, or Our Lady; others (in equal numbers) were the sort that had come into vogue in the late 1960s with trees, flowers or snowscapes overlaid with a meaningful verse from scripture or some other source. He would chuckle and tell us that the children took most of the traditional ones but left the modern ones behind.
Ex ore infantium.