“Behind the branches, in the opening, I saw a white gift, not bigger than I, who made me a little bow with her head… A rosary was hanging on her right arm… I put my hand in my pocket and took out the rosary that I always carry in it… I said my rosary. The girl made the beads of hers slip through her fingers, but she did not move her lips. While saying my rosary I was looking as hard as I could.”
“Thus Bernadette described the first of the historic apparitions which have so directed, one might almost say dominated, the character and quality of contemporary devotion to Mary. From that simple scene have increasingly come devotions which have brought the rosary into the homes, streets, factories, and public places of remote hamlets and mighty cities in every corner of the modern world….
Fr. Joseph E. Manton, C.Ss.R: Preaching Cardinal Wright’s funeral:
(…) “As his favorite Marian shrine was
“I wonder how many times he was part of the candle-lit Rosary Procession at
“Blind priests, crippled priests, cancer-ridden priest, in a word, priests with all manner of diseases filled the long train. We did not take off our clothes in the whole thirty-hour trip, but who could complain when you saw such helplessness all around you? At each of the half-dozen stations where we stopped, the priest and people of the town were there with food. (We had set out with nothing!) While the pasta and fruit and salami and the rest were taken aboard, Cardinal Wright was on the platform, bullhorn in hand, addressing the crowd. As he spoke, they laughed, they applauded, they blinked back tears: They were in the palm of his hand. Admiration and affection sparkled in their eyes. By the last stop, though, he was hoarse and limp.
“Around the parklike grounds of