I am still sorting and culling and throwing and organizing. Along the way I am finding interesting things! Well.. admittedly some of them have been in plain sight.
This, however, was not. The first biretta I ever used. Pretty worn.
I don’t know why I have two Rosaries with all the mysteries, but I do.
Now that I think of it, I have a bag full of rosaries somewhere with a really nice complete corona… somewhere.
The sorting of vestments continues.
What to do with enormous and very heavy tabernacles. They have to be heavy, of course, because they are intended to safeguard the Blessed Sacrament.
And if that wasn’t enough.
And on the the theme of the Blessed Sacrament, a procession canopy!
Here is something you won’t see everyday… I hope.
I found these in the basement when I moved in. I keep them in the guest room, for obvious reasons. They are simply too ghastly not to be wonderful!
Not just one, but two!
Imagine waking up in the middle of the night and seeing this:
I’ll take offers for those. No… no… get in line!
On a happier note, here is something with lots of memories. I actually bought this from a men’s clothing store when I was a kid.
This is a plaster statue of Cyrano, not quite 3′ high.
You can’t quite see it, but in his right hand he has a rose, and his hat, held somewhat behind his back has the great plume… his panache (in case you younger readers didn’t know where the figure, the image of “panache” came from to indicate great and high style).
He has a few little dings to his finish, but no breaks or chips.
Mais aussi que diable allait-il faire,
Mais que diable allait-il faire en cette galère ?. . .
Rimeur, bretteur, musicien,
Et voyageur aérien,
Grand riposteur du tac au tac,
Amant aussi–pas pour son bien !–
De Cyrano de Bergerac,
Qui fut tout, et qui ne fut rien,
. . .Mais je m’en vais, pardon, je ne peux faire attendre:
Vous voyez, le rayon de lune vient me prendre !
(Il se retombé assis, les pleurs de Roxane le rappellent à la réalité,
il la regarde, et caressant ses voiles):
Je ne veux pas que vous pleuriez moins ce charmant,
Ce bon, ce beau Christian; mais je veux seulement
Que lorsque le grand froid aura pris mes vertèbres,
Vous donniez un sens double à ces voiles funèbres,
Et que son deuil sur vous devienne un peu mon deuil.
Je vous jure !. . .
Did you know that there was a musical of Cyrano? I saw it in 1973 at the Guthrie Theatre in Minneapolis with Christopher Plummer in the title role.
And so it goes.