For generations in the Acre, one of the signs of the approaching
spring was the Annual Novena of Grace.
The tradition went back generations to the 1890s when the Xaverian Brothers opened
the school for boys. The Sisters of
Notre Dame taught only girls, leaving the boys to attend the public
schools. Long story short the Brothers
were brought to Lowell to teach the boys. The Congregation was named after St, Francis Xavier,
a 16th century missionary to India.
In memory of the zeal with which Francis Xavier preached, a novena (9
days of prayer) was held annually from March 4 to 12.
St. Patrick’s used this as a Parish mission. A Xaverian preacher would hold services in
the morning for the school children and again in the evening for adults. It began with a hymn that began “O Father St
Francis, we kneel at thy feet….” This
was followed by a series of prayers, and then the preaching began. From what I remember, the priest often had an
Irish accent and often talked about vocations.
Of course I was 6 and had little idea of what was going on. Since the novena occurred so close to March
17th every year, in my naiveté I confused St Francis with St Patrick
and wondered why the giant statue of St Francis wasn’t wearing green. We’d
even have to attend church on Saturday to make sure we got all 9 days in. Heaven forbid if one day of the novena was
skipped. All kinds of natural calamities might
follow. Following the preaching there were intercessions
and the novena prayer. In the prayer
booklet we were given, there was place where the congregation would silently
state their intentions. Each day I would
pray for something important to me like ice cream, a puppy, or more plastic
army men. I’d run home and look under my
bed, only to be disappointed. (I still
have my novena prayer booklet. I stole
it. That’s how archivists begin. We steal things with the justification of
saving it for the future. Even at the
tender age of 6, I had visions of starting a collection.)
The most striking part I have of the novena experience was
the closing day. The priest would lift
up a reliquary holding a piece of bone from the Saint. The tradition is that the faithful kiss the
relic as a sign of respect as it is presented to them. Being a first grader, I had no idea of any of
this. Each of us was assigned to an 8th
grader to sit with, like a big buddy. I
just went along with whatever was going on.
I followed my mentor to the communion rail and knelt down like everyone
else did. I saw the priest go from
person to person, saw them lean over towards the relic, and then the priest
moved on. The priest put the relic in
front of my face. I did what I thought
everyone else was doing. I leaned
forward and sniffed the relic. I looked
up. The priest had an odd look on his
face. He presented the relic again; I leaned forward and sniffed as loud as I
kid. The priest and the 8th grader
looked at me and shook their heads, and then
the priest moved on. It wouldn’t be
until years later that I learned the appropriate procedure when I was confronted
with a relic of St. Theresa. But that’s
another story.
COMING EVENTS:
- Tuesday, March 13, Lowell National Park Visitor Cntr, 7 pm- Digging
Up Lowell’s Irish Past- Find out about the most recent finds in Lowell’s Irish past
and most recent archaeological dig.
- Saturday, March 17, Lowell National Park Visitor Cntr, 10
am- Walking Tour of the Acre- Take a walk through the Acre neighborhood and
tour St Patrick Church.
- Saturday, March 24, Mass Memories Road Show, Tsongas
Industrial History Cntr,- Check this out!!!
What a great event. Let your
story be heard. Hope to see you there. http://www.uml.edu/tsongas/anniversary/
I really appreciate being able to find information about the Lowell Irish. Our paternal grandparents immigrated to Lowell and we've been hoping to be able to make a trip there for a few years, unfortunately our kids keep having weddings and babies and we can't do both it seems. In the meantime, I really enjoy reading bits and pieces of the history of the area. So, thanks for the blog and all else you do.
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