Wow.  Any details?

Is this the same Fr Scott you have posted about regarding vaccines?

 

 

I knew him very well many years ago.  He was a seminary professor when I was at STAS and he came over to my (i.e. my parents') home for dinner once.


He was an incredibly upbeat and cheerful man, always smiling and laughing, making jokes.  I'm sure he took his consignment to Nigeria well, as the will of God.



One of my most memorable Fr. Scott moments.  He, Fr. Kenneth Novak, and I were eating dinner and were listening to something on tape, and at some point the narrator mentioned the SSPX, that they were in "disobedience."  Fr. Kenneth Novak protested, "we are NOT in disobedience."  I responded, "Of course we are."  We both looked to Fr. Scott for his verdict.  After a long, silent pause, he blurts out, "Yes, yes we are." and starts laughing boisterously in his inimitable style.  I say inimitable, but Father Scott had a very distinct (borderline humorous) way of singing High Mass that my brother Steve could imitate perfectly.  So, we were at STAS and were awaiting a visit from Father Scott (this was after he had left seminary and gone to become the District Superior).  In anticipation of his arrival, my brother Steve would sing some of the priest's sung parts for the High Mass.  None of the seminarians who had never witnessed Fr. Scott singing Mass believed that he sang like that.  Well, Father Scott shows up and gets to sing the Sunday High Mass, and after intoning the "Gloria in Excelsis Deo," about a dozen seminarians could be seen fighting laughter with all their might, turning beat red and practically biting their tongues off to keep from laughing out loud.

During my first year at STAS, since I had many years of Latin already, I was excused from Latin class.  Instead, during my first year, I was told to report to the Library at STAS, under the direction of Fr. Scott, to organize the books (it was the first year at Winona and the books were all in boxes).  I spent the entire year organizing the entire Library, including consigning various Modernist books into a locked room we called the "hell room".

Praying.