A couple of years ago I started creating quotation images of the Blessed Mother to share on my blog’s Facebook page during the month of May. I’ve been meaning to gather them into one post, and this month’s CWBN blog hop, with a theme of Mary, My Mother, is the perfect occasion for that.
All the photographs are mine, taken with my iPhone.
This was taken at the grotto at Spring Hill College in Mobile, Alabama. My oldest child, Emily, graduated in 2013.
This comes from the grotto at the University of Notre Dame. Our middle son, Teddy, graduated in May 2017. Some day I hope I can return to Lourdes to take some pictures of the original grotto. The ones I took with my little Kodak camera in 1984 aren’t up to my current standards. 😉
This statue is in the flowerbed in front of our house. For some reason, my younger kids think that Mary likes to be decorated with lots and lots of handmade rosaries.
We are not parishioners at All Saints, which is the closest church to our home, but we do enjoy walking there. This statue is in their Marian garden right along the walking trail.
Another shot of our statue, which was originally a housewarming gift when we moved into our second home in December 2001.
The picture in this photograph hangs in the art museum on the Notre Dame campus.
Emily gave me this icon for Christmas a couple of years ago. I can’t even describe how much I love it.
We don’t have that sweet little kitten anymore, but the statue was one of the few things that survived our house fire in 2001. It was far enough away from the house not to suffer any damage.
This hangs on a wall in the student center at Notre Dame.
I took this one in the garden of a downtown Dallas church when I was visiting my sister there.
This picture of Lorelei and William was taken in our church basement many years ago when they were participating in a play during the annual Advent Workshop.
Late summer in my garden.
This statue is also located in the art museum at Notre Dame.
The statue of the Blessed Mother at my own parish, Immaculate Conception, relocated from her usual spot for the annual May Crowning.
A detail from another picture from Notre Dame’s museum.
This is another view of the statue in the Marian garden at All Saints.
I love this picture because of the icicles and snow, which I don’t often get a chance to photograph.
Another shot of Notre Dame’s grotto. Don’t miss it if you ever visit the campus.
And finally, one last look at Our Lady of Spring Hill.
I will update this post as I create new images. Do you have any special quotations about Mary that you would suggest?
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When I was a little girl, I received The Song of Bernadette as a Christmas gift. The story of Bernadette and the apparitions at Lourdes captivated me, and I immediately decided that Bernadette would be my Confirmation saint years down the road.
I recently re-read (and who knows how many times I’ve read it already) the book, and found that I am now able to appreciate the adult parts–the political, historical, and ecclesiological parts I used to skim. Not the least interesting fact about the story is that its writer is not a Christian, but a Jew, who wrote the story after he was hidden from the Nazis in Lourdes before making his escape to the United States.
When I was in high school, my grandmother took me on a 17-day tour of France. The highlight was our visit to Lourdes (which Sister deLellis, my high school French teacher, had told us reminded her of a Catholic Gatlinburg). It’s true that cheap Catholic souvenir shops lined the main road to the Grotto, but miracle and mystery existed there too.
Bernadette’s “lady” had asked that “processions come hither,” and every night thousands of pilgrims walk to the grotto carrying candles and singing “Ave Maria.” I cannot describe how beautiful and powerful it was.
Bernadette was just a simple peasant girl, who retired to a convent and died a painful death from tuberculosis of the bone. Today is the anniversary of the day she died at the age of 34, and thus her Feast Day.
Years after her death, Bernadette’s body was exhumed and was found to be incorrupt. It is still on view today at the convent of the Sisters of Nevers, where she lived as a sister.
Above the Grotto where the lady appeared are suspended crutches left behind those who were cured after drinking from or bathing in the miraculous spring. I took home several bottles of the water to use at home. My friends and I used to bless ourselves with it in college before we took our exams!
If I had the money to travel, Lourdes would be one of the first places I would go.
St. Bernadette, pray for us.