E n my house, the greater Josefina grandmother Antonia. From my mother she would learn to refer to San Jose as 'The Patriarch' . And so it was called, with 'blessed' preferably behind, especially when invoked with a sigh of relief: - Oh, Patriarch blessed!
That was very common and rare day that the Blessed Patriarch sighed! not be heard in the morning or at night. I even remember some medalleo peculiar sound when he was invoking grandmother Antonia, because it sounded the medals he wore, strung on a gold chain of the same, and other silver and aluminum, under the dress, pinned to a safety pin, at least ten or twelve medals, a couple of them from the Patriarch. As the women in my family have been (and are) all of generous heart, external and internal medals available in large seat.
The image of the Patriarch with the Child on the dresser was high, had a mariposero front china with one or two butterflies on. When there were three, was for some big trouble or a special thanksgiving, but the day butterfly he lacked the Patriarch. As he lit it, threw him to the grandmother Antonia Holy one of those whispered prayers and taps his chest, so close and resabidos that I never found out what it said, if it was a litany learned or improvised string. What it was notable that said seriously, before the image of San José, staring, or with eyes closed. Ever saw pañolito removed the sleeve and wipe some crybaby, who probably also had to do with the Patriarch, a little pain or emotion.
As good Josephinism, got along well when he played the score for the seven Sundays starting in late January. And there was always the book of the 7 Sundays on the couch in the toilet, on the shelf by was everywhere with each devotional Josephine, so re-read and prayed that kid had kneaded overgrazing, and restitched worn at the tips. I knew I was inside the stamps to mark the leaves. One was the reminder of when grandmother died Elvira, a San Jose stamping on a matte black cardboard.
Holy Day, the best was the morning before Mass of 11, when he went home to grandmother Antonia, knowing that would have prepared the gift of the Holy and kiss bigger than the everyday, one of those kisses also sounded a medal, I will not forget. Neither the smell of his chest, smelling blossoms, and summer lilies.
For the day of the Patriarch and the flowers were open and the first brujillas wallflowers. My grandmother was an expert in raising carnations Master and double wallflowers. Preparing a special mulch for flower pots, a large pot, earthy, painted on the outside with a purple-maroon powder left you stained hands when rozabas. The mulch, my grandmother, was what gave him the intense smell of carnations and wallflowers, sweet smell that filled the entire upper room where grandmother was Antonia's bedroom and grandfather Emilio.
And until this point I have attached the memory of my grandmother in San Jose that I come together in prayer, and sometimes can not tell if I switch to the Patriarch's intention or my grandmother. I reasoned that these devotions of land joining the Saints in Heaven, and grandmother Antonia sure is well placed among the clientele of the Patriarch. What is curious
that so many devotees who have the glorious St. Joseph. And I do not know any that is not good for above average current, as will enjoy a special provision of clothing, like the Patriarch blessed with a privileged excellence among women.
That may be - I suspect - because they extended to her devoted a little of the grace of his bride, the Virgin Mary, blessed among women. Ex
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