The Story of Mary: Mayhem, Mirth and Miracles
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Is there is a quota on miracles? If so, I’m ‘way over my share. This is the story of Mary, her two major accidents, the people who came from everywhere to help her - phone operators, doctors, nursing staff, pastors and their churches, the Rabbi and his congregation, priests and their congregations, friends, musicians, the visions, the visits from the spirits on the other side and visits from the people “up there” – extra terrestrials – every word is true - I couldn’t make this stuff up. It is just in recent years, when I look back on our life-path do I clearly see the extraordinary sequence of events. Many of my friends cannot accept the miracles; they prefer the term “coincidence.” How many life-altering “coincidences” does one have in a life-time? Truth is stranger than fiction.
Carolyn Franklin M.A.
M. A. Communication StudiesM. A. EducationB. A. Psychology30 years voice training (San Francisco Opera)Voice/Speech improvement CoachContact Carolyn - voicedynamicscf@yahoo.com
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The Story of Mary - Carolyn Franklin M.A.
The Story of Mary
Mayhem, Mirth and Miracles
Carolyn Franklin M.A.
voicedynamicscf@yahoo.com
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CONTENTS
THE START OF IT ALL
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
OTHER BOOKS BY CAROLYN FRANKLIN M.A.
The Start of It All
I am Mary’s mother. Her story starts in Worcester, Massachusetts, 1937, when I was six years old. I was a direct in-line child of mystics; almost everyone in the family was deeply religious. Angels, saints, dream analysis, odd occurrences, were part of the daily routine. My acceptance of other-world experiences in those early years had direct impact on the miracles that were far in the future. I learned at that young age the super
natural was natural - miracles are events that happen just as you need them. They’re a gift and perfectly timed.
In my family we didn’t see these supernatural events as miracles,
it was just things that happen,
and we always gave thanks in our daily, copious prayers.
At six years old, Mother enrolled me in a public school, a sad, red brick, two-story box with dark, dismal classrooms. My room had one single light bulb dangling on a wire from the center of the ceiling. Since I had never been in a classroom before, I assumed this was the normal arrangement, nothing of interest to me.
But, when I walked in to class, I barely glanced at the bleak room, my eyes focused on her - the most beautiful thing I had ever seen - a gypsy! She had on a red sari decorated in spangles, bangles - anything that sparkled or shone. The floor-length skirt flowed around her like a deep red cloud with flashing strips of gold bands. She wore a long, floating red veil and she had a red mark in the center of her forehead - I was besotted.
I remember nothing of my first day of school except that vision in the red and gold cloud with a red dot on her forehead.
The same day, our phone had just been installed, up high, on the kitchen wall. This was quite an occasion - to have a phone and, also, my first day in school.
My Aunt Rose, the matriarch, called. Aunt Rose was formidable, the perfect matron, head of the tight-knit family - a class act. She never raised her voice, didn’t need to; she was the iron fist in the velvet glove. Carolyn, how was school today?
I stood on my tip toes to reach the speaker, I got to sit next to a gypsy!
A moment of silence. Aunt Rose asked to speak to my mother.
Catholicism 101
Our family, devout Catholics, immigrated from Naples, Italy, 1898. The family settled in Fitchburg, Massachusetts next door to St. Anthony Catholic Church. The church bells rang relentless every Sunday from 6:00 a.m. ’til high mass at noon, and, every morning, starting at 6:00, there were the church bells. The ringing became a part of the bucolic scenery.
It was an all-Italian neighborhood. When you wanted someone to come home, you opened the window and yelled out, Rosa! You come home now!
Angelina! Time to com’ on in!
Gina! Vieni’qua!
My grandmother, Pasqualina, went to early mass on Sunday (- and Monday, Tuesday, Wed…), then came home and started on the Sunday dinner, usually ravioli stuffed with ricotta. Once in a blue moon it was a roast beef or fried chicken. There was early mass on Sunday; they attended any and all required Holy Days of Obligation to lessen their stay in Purgatory. We had a small shrine in the dining room to ward off lightning strikes from Massachusetts rain storms.
You may laugh, but we were never struck by lightening!
Goodbye Sari
Therefore, after I told Aunt Rose I sat next to a gypsy, and, Aunt Rose spoke
with mother, the next morning I found myself entering another formidable, two-story brick building where humorless, stern-faced women in ominous black gowns and black veils floated on stairs and hallways - no gypsies, no red saris in evidence. It was St. Paul’s Catholic School across from St. Paul’s Cathedral on High Street in Worcester - I was pinned in.
Everyday, Monday to Friday, 8:00 a.m. prayers (on your knees), salute to the flag, smelly cod fish stew at lunch, more prayers after lunch (on your knees) and also prayers before leaving at the end of the school day (on your knees). Then mercifully let out of school at 4:00 p.m.
Saturday’s schedule was Catechism class promptly at 8:00 a.m. After that it was time for confession.You were herded into an ominous tall, narrow box with a small door and a very uncomfortable board to kneel on. It was in this smothering room I was to make my confession, tell all my sins to the voice inside the box.
Saturdays at confession I dutifully recited the list of 8 sins the nun gave us. At number 7, when I rolled out the empty statement, I did bad things,
the priest, in his rich Irish brogue, would explode, You dirty thing!! You dirty thing!!
- I’d get a stiff penance that took much of the afternoon.
I always wondered why I was a dirty thing
when I had a bath every Saturday night – and I was first in the family tub.
Children’s mass Sunday, 8:00 a.m. More kneeling. I hated mass. I didn’t understand the Latin words. What does the ringing bell mean? My knees screamed in pain from kneeling, when the ache in my back became unbearable, we got to leave.
To occupy my mind during the ritual, I’d study the huge, stained glass windows where saints in 3-D, spilled deep red blood on flowing blue robes, their anguished faces distorted in agony as they raised their hands to God in adoration.
They scared me. I was terrified someday God would make me be a saint and I didn’t want to live like that. I didn’t want to be holy. I prayed with all my heart, Please, God, don’t make me be a saint.
I’ve since learned God does listen to prayers – I’m not a saint.
My Guardian Angel at Work
At catechism the priest taught, and we listened; we were not allowed to ask questions of why
; you had to take all teachings and belief on faith. Catholicism is mystical, other-worldliness. I had no problem accepting mysticism, of course there were saints, angels, virgin birth, the host at mass was actually the body of Jesus – why not?
The nuns said we each had a guardian angel that went with us everywhere and took care of us. These concepts were told to us as simple facts and accepted as such. From that early instruction and the assurance that miracles were readily dispensed I was secure in walking through the day.
Many times I would have fallen into deep despair without the strong – physical - support of my guardian angel. Yes, it was real - not imagination - yes, many times.
One day, leaving school in the late afternoon, I started to cross a city street lined with huge elms and charming colonial homes - a bucolic setting. As my mind was focused on the beauty around me I stepped into the street between two parked cars.
Suddenly, a large, strong hand hooked the top of my head and roughly turned my head to the left. A car was rapidly bearing down at me, I stepped back and the car passed without incident.
I was alone
– no