Author Topic: Ireland's Catholic history (Read 629 times)

cassini · « **on:** March 11, 2019, 03:14:57 PM »

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That was then, not any more. The Demons are back. Ireland is now run by a sodomite prime minister and its people have voted in ɧoɱosɛҳųαƖ marriage and abortion. They are about the task of indoctrinating children from the age of 5 that gender does not exist and that all must be given sex education. Teachers who refuse will be fired.

All this and not a word fron a cowardly Vatican II hierarchy.

Nadir · « **Reply #1 on:** March 11, 2019, 04:30:48 PM »

And when an unclean spirit is gone out of a man he walketh through dry places seeking rest, and findeth none. Then he saith: I will return into my house from whence I came out. And coming he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished. Then he goeth, and taketh with him seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is made worse than the first. So shall it be also to this wicked generation. Matthew 12: 43-45

Viva Cristo Rey · « **Reply #2 on:** March 14, 2019, 04:46:01 AM »

St. Patrick’s Day is this Sunday.
What is it like in Ireland now compared to the past?

cassini · « **Reply #3 on:** March 14, 2019, 05:50:51 AM »

Quote from: Viva Cristo Rey on March 14, 2019, 04:46:01 AM

St. Patrick’s Day is this Sunday.
What is it like in Ireland now compared to the past?

From a religious day Viva, to a secular one. At this moment Ireland's ɧoɱosɛҳųαƖ prime minister is in America with his sodomite 'wife' representing Ireland. Over here the St Patrick's Day parade will probably have its LGBT groupings, and the hierarchy hiding away keeping their mouths shut.

Here is an account of times past I found. St Patrick's Ireland, before the devils he ran out of the place took over once again.

"While St. Patrick's Day is now a national holiday, as well as a religious feast day, a few hundred years ago [up to the 1970s], the emphasis was on spirituality and a much needed break from the austerities of Lent.

Families would attend Mass, and every youngster proudly wore a St. Patrick's Cross. The week before the festival, children busied themselves in the making of the crosses, which differed, depending on whether you were a boy or a girl.
The boy's cross consisted of a three-inch square of white paper on which was drawn a circle divided by elliptical lines. Each compartment was shaded in with a different color. For yellow, an egg yolk was often used; green could be had by chewing young grass; laundry blue provided another shade; and red, well, it was a cross for a little boy and one can only imagine how proud he must have been to sacrifice a few drops of blood in honor of St. Patrick! Come the big day, the finished cross was jauntily worn, military style, on his cap.
While the cross for a boy was quite simple, the one for his sister was a bit fancier. It was formed by placing two three-inch pieces of cardboard or stiff paper at right angles to each other. To hold them in position, they were wrapped with ribbons of different colors and then a green rosette was placed in the center. The proper way for a girl to wear her cross was either pinned at the right shoulder or on her chest. And, speaking of proper, it would have been considered a major faux pas for a girl to wear a boy's cross or vice versa. [Today our schoolchildren are taught there is no difference in the sexes and a boy can become a girl and vice-versa].
Besides the crosses for children, there was another type which was made only by the menfolk. This was formed out of twigs from wild sallow and, as with the St. Brigid's Cross, it was pinned to the thatch on the inside of the house. Each year a new one would be added.

With all of their crosses prepared, children went to bed on the eve of March 17th happy and contented - as did the adults. Tomorrow, all Lenten restrictions would be set aside for a day of feasting and merriment!
Whatever the weather, St. Patrick's Day was generally regarded as the middle day of spring. And, as the good saint had promised improved weather from March 17th onward, this was the time Ireland's farmers planted the main potato crop. Delaying this work long after the feast day would have been regarded by the neighbors as slovenly or lazy. That said, no-one expected any work to be done on the big day itself!

While we don't celebrate the way our ancestor's did, one custom has come down to us - the wearing of the Shamrock. [ a three leafed clover that had no white on it, pure green. This was symbol of the three persons of God. as kids we would go find the biggest clump of shamrock one could find and wear it like a crown. Today, very few wear that symbol, only a few remaining Catholics.]. I can well remember my mother joyfully opening the little package from her family in Dublin. It came every year, right before the feast day. Inside, was a sprig of live shamrock which she quickly plunged into tepid water; within a few minutes, it looked nearly as fresh as when it had been picked. Before he went to work on March 17th, my father tucked the shamrock into his cap. Not to be left out, the little package also contained badges for the children. These usually featured a gold harp surrounded by tiny shamrocks on a white background. My mother pinned these to our outfits and she always managed to find a lovely green ribbon for my hair. We never wore any more green than that - to do so, according to my mother, would have been too great a temptation for the fairies! She was a firm believer in the old superstition that green was their favorite color and they'd spirit away any child fully-garbed in green.

Meanwhile, back in the Ireland of our ancestors, when Mass was over, the mother and children would hurry back to the house to begin preparing the feast. Just as quickly, the men headed for the pub to drink the 'Pota Pádraig' or St. Patrick's Pot. This term is rarely heard today, but it continued in fairly general use until quite recently and was also applied to any treat given to friends, or gifts of money or sweets given to children.
After one (or more!) St. Patrick's Pots, the menfolk hurried home to the feast. Usually, the good wife would have ear-marked a nice piece of cured pork. Corned beef and cabbage? Not back then, and not even now is this a traditional St. Patrick' s Day dinner! It's a custom that was begun by emigrants who, in longing for their native land, tried to create a meal that would remind them of home. And so, the dinner of long ago would most likely have been similar to the one I remember when I was growing up. Dad would have brought home a nice piece of boiled bacon which was more like ham. This would be served with floury potatoes cooked in their jackets. Often, we did have cabbage and I well remember that we might go through nearly a pound of butter at one sitting. Who could resist when there was also warm soda bread on the side!

When dinner was over, many families either went to a caeli or held one in their homes. The musical instruments stored away on Shrove Tuesday were brought out and the evening was spent in singing, dancing, telling stories - and yes, the drinking continued! After all, there were still several weeks of fasting and abstinence ahead, so it was the order of the day to over-indulge. No doubt, the children were ill from eating too many sweets, and their parents probably suffered from sore heads the next day. In the eyes of the church, this would have been a most appropriate penance!

At the end of the evening, there was one last custom to observe: 'drowning the Shamrock.' A leaf that had been worn in the cap or coat was placed into the bottom of the final glass. When everyone's health had been drunk or a toast honored, the shamrock was taken from the bottom of the glass and thrown over the left shoulder. Also, in some parts of Southern Ireland, a cross was marked with the end of a burnt stick on the sleeve of each person at the gathering. This was done with a prayer that the individual so marked might be constant in their faith and in their love of Ireland's patron saint.

So there you have it - A typical St. Patrick's Day Celebration as it might have taken place in Ireland for hundred of years. Did they have more fun than we do now? It's a matter of opinion. I know that I miss going to the Morris Hall with my folks on the evening of March 17th. I was enthralled by the music and the dancing. With mixed emotions, I do recall one very special evening when my father asked me to dance. I was about 14 at the time and he'd never invited me to take the floor with him. He'd won medals for ballroom dancing and his specialty was the Viennese Waltz. On that St. Patrick's Day, I received my first ballroom dancing lesson and, unfortunately, I did very poorly. "Daughter, yer too stiff," he said. You bet I was - stiff with fear that I'd make a fool of myself. As hard as I tried to relax, it was impossible. But, he twirled me around until the dance was over and then gave me a hug. It was the first and last time we danced together. To this day, I can't hear a waltz without being reminded of what a beautiful dancer he was.

Until next time, Happy St. Patrick's Day and a toast to you and yours:
St. Patrick was a gentleman
Who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here's a toasting to his health;
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good St. Patrick
And see all those snakes again!

Viva Cristo Rey · « **Reply #4 on:** March 14, 2019, 07:44:25 AM »

he Lenten Season in Old Ireland
by Bridget Haggerty

Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of the holiest time of the Christian year in Ireland. For centuries, the faithful have gone to church on this day to have their brow symbolically marked with a cross of ashes. Traditionally, the ashes came from burning the palms saved from the previous Palm Sunday, but, in some areas, the custom was for people to bring ashes from their turf fire into the church to be blessed.

At least one person from every household attended the Ash Wednesday ritual and they would bring home a pinch or two, so that all family members could have their foreheads marked. And so, with the priest having used his right thumb to apply the ashes while saying the prayer, "Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return," the 40-day Lenten season commenced.

It was once a time of austere fasting. No animal products of any kind were eaten or used in cooking. This meant total abstinence from meat, eggs, butter, milk and animal fats. The frying pan was cleaned and put away.
For breakfast, a family might have had a small meal of dry bread, or porridge, washed down with black tea - and then the same for supper. For their midday dinner, the meal was usually potatoes seasoned with fish or onions. Families living on the coast most likely would have augmented the dinner menu with shellfish and edible seaweed.
Traditionally, children over the age of seven years received no milk; younger children were given it sparingly, and an infant, according to folklore was "allowed to cry three times before he got his milk on fast days".
Since Lent was supposed to be spent in penitential prayer, all socializing came to a halt. In fact, no merry-making of any kind was allowed or tolerated. That meant no music, dancing, card games or even visiting with the neighbors. In many homes, the musical instruments were stored away, and the deck of cards was burned. A new deck would not be purchased and brought into the house until Lent was over. Many people also gave up smoking as well as alcohol 'for the duration'.
By the middle of the nineteenth century, the rigid austerities of the Lenten fast had been greatly relaxed so that the majority of Irish people observed 'the black fast'- one meal and just water to drink only on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday. There was also a welcome break from the long, sombre days to look forward to - the feast of St. Patrick on March 17th.

Viva Cristo Rey · « **Reply #5 on:** March 14, 2019, 07:55:02 AM »

Here in America, the Shamrock is being replaced by four leaf clover. So sad.
There are t shirts that have something to say about shamrock and picture of four leaf clover. And recently, there was a st Patrick’s Day parade sponsored by the political party of baby murderers and those who boo God. One AOH banner from Trenton, NJ had four leaf clover. The local news made Catholics look like fools too. I’m still upset by it. God made sure that I was busy that day at Mass.

Defensor Fortis · « **Reply #6 on:** March 14, 2019, 08:18:46 AM »

Quote from: cassini on March 11, 2019, 03:14:57 PM

All this and not a word fron a cowardly Vatican II hierarchy.

Lavender Mafia is elated that Ireland is becoming like Sodom.

Viva Cristo Rey · « **Reply #7 on:** March 15, 2019, 04:37:52 AM »

Much brainwashing and money coming from liberal democrats Americans... the vote for abortion was funded by evil old man from USA. And most novus ordo clergyremained silent because many are pro murder of babies sodomites. It was so nasty to see in Ireland the AOH with a nasty lazy drag queen.

People in Ireland love the clintons and Obama. And Irish Americans still vote democrat here in USA.

cassini · « **Reply #8 on:** March 15, 2019, 06:34:59 AM »

On a lighter note, I recall as young boys in the 1950s in Dublin we treasured our Ash Wednesday ashes, so much so that we used to get black ashes from the fire and keep that black cross on our foreheads freshened up for days. If we could go to Mass on the following Sunday with a black forehead we would wear it like a crown.

Viva Cristo Rey · « **Reply #9 on:** March 15, 2019, 01:02:10 PM »

Thank you for sharing.
Happy thoughts!

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