Catholic Saints

My first ambition in life was to be a nun, and it was a strong one. That story, however, would mean a much longer post, so perhaps some other time.

A few weeks ago, Benicek inspired this post by looking at Andrew's newest toy, a statue of Zeus, and suggested we get a statue of Jesus and have the two battle it out. I explained to Benicek that would mean buying nothing since I already had some thirty little statues of saints and created my own kitsch version of the Vatican across the top of some bookcases. I then asked if he would like to see more of them--they are Catholic kitsch at its best--and he said all right. Another LJ friend particularly wanted to see St. Lucy holding her eyes in a bowl and so she is featured among the pictures of some of my little statues.

What a strange child I must have been! Obsessed with saints and martyrs and flagellants and stigmata, collecting statues of saints and prayer cards (of which I have an even vaster collection) while my peers collected trading cards from Charlie's Angels and Star Wars and baseball players. So far, my children haven't shown the same predilection, but time will tell.






http://picasaweb.google.com/Anebo10/Sancti

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We spent all day in the hospital because Andrew broke his leg again. Nothing spectacular like a car wreck this time; he just slipped and fell in the bathroom. Probably he fell because his leg was not recovered entirely yet (not that he's been falling or anything), and probably it broke (a spiral fracture, nothing like as bad as before) because his muscles and ligaments weren't strong enough to protect it as they ought.