DECEMBER 22, 2006 THE CATHOLIC HERALD
‘They were children so young...’
Pics: Rev Fiona de Quidt
Detail from the 13th Station of the Cross at Fatima
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chapel to recite the rosary, in changing languages from decade to decade, with elaborate introductions of the succeeding mysteries. This is followed by a procession, with an illuminated cross at the front and the statue of Our Lady of Fatima borne towards the rear. Each pilgrim carries a lighted candle throughout the service, holding it high during the Gloria Patri , always sung in Latin. We took part in the procession on the three evenings that we were there, more of us each evening. The air was always still and I made my 20-cent candle last all three evenings. There was never enough wind to blow it out. Its flame burned steadily in its paper lantern. I have brought its remnant home. We sang the Fatima anthem most of the way round the
domain, circling in front of the basilica and ending back before the Capelhina, with the Salve Regina . “Good Night” from the celebrant (in sundry languages). We were meant to go silently but whispered chatter would bubble up, reproved by attendants. I don’t think Our Lady minded much. Mothers never do. On the Thursday, our last night, there was Benediction after the rosary and the Blessed Sacrament was processed under a gilded canopy instead of the statue of Mary. With others, I deposited petitions entrusted to me. But I must go back to my original evening excursion. A great statue of Christ, a monument to His Sacred Heart dating from 1932, stands on a column in the centre of the domain, a hundred yards or more below and south of the basilica. Centred on the basilica is a
magnificent curved colonnade that functions as an ambulacrum. It rises towards the entrance with a total of 40 steps. It took me three minutes, walking slowly on my last day, to walk the full curve of this colonnade. On that first evening I went into the vast, but nearly empty basilica. The 12,000-pipe organ was being played as I entered the great church. The 15 Mysteries of the rosary are presented in golden panels in altars ranged down either side of the nave. There is a melting poignancy about the tombs of Francisco Marto, who died aged 10, set in the eastern chapel to the right of the altar, and that of his sister Jacinta, nine, laid in the chapel on the western side. The cause for the canonisation of the two children was opened in 1952 and Pope John Paul II declared them Venerable in May 1989. He
came to Fatima to beatify them on May 13, 2000, a miraculous cure having been substantiated. If further cures attributed to the children’s intercession are declared miraculous their canonisation is sure to follow. Lucia, the children’s cousin and co-visionary, was laid to rest beside the children last year. She had begun her religious life as a Dorothean Sister but everybody knew who she was and wanted to engage with her. She needed peace and recollection and so, on March 25, 1948, she entered the Carmel of St Teresa at Coimbra, the beautiful university town 50 or so miles north of Fatima. She took the name Sister Maria Lucia of the Immaculate Heart and spent almost 57 years in enclosure there. The priests in our group said Mass for us every day and on our visit to Coimbra the Mass was in the public chapel of
‘My abiding impression of Fatima is one of awe that Our Lady should wrought so great a work via children so young’
that Carmelite enclosure. But it had been much earlier, in 1925, when Our Lady came again to Sister Lucia and revealed the devotion of the Five First Saturdays. Sister Lucia also received an extraordinary vision of the Trinity during those Dorothean years. That the late Pope ascribed his improbable survival from assassination in 1981 to the maternal intervention of Our Lady of Fatima is well known and he was to visit the shrine three times. You can see what drew him. Fatima, for all its splendour, retains a simplicity that is very touching. A beautiful Way of the Cross, paid for by emigré Catholics from Hungary, runs past the Loca da Anjo and we joined pilgrims in solemn procession along the route. Our courier also took us to the houses where the visionaries were born and where
little Francisco died of pneumonia. Both families were large yet the rooms were tiny. A nephew of Lucia, dapper and obliging, welcomed us to the Marto household and one of her nieces, also beaming, welcomed us to Lucia’s family house. We sat in quiet contemplation by the well where the angel appeared and then visited the parish church where all three children were baptised. In the graveyard opposite we stood beside their family graves. The two little beati were first buried here, their remains being transferred to the basilica in the early 1950s. I recommend spending time in the Perpetual Adoration Chapel presenting one’s hopes and setting down one’s burdens. A little further up is a new Chapel of Reconciliation, a welcome recourse for pilgrims.
My initial and abiding impression of Fatima is one of reverent awe that the Mother of God should have wrought so great a work via children so young, so utterly simple. Their bearing of her message brought them great suffering and, for two of them, was followed by an early death for which, mercifully, she prepared them. The contrast between Fatima and Lourdes is striking. I love Lourdes –its bustling café and market life no offence to the kind of Catholic that I am –but Fatima is much quieter and that, in itself, must attract many who do have a problem with the French shrine. There is a factory in Fatima that makes religious artefacts but I don’t think I mind. Even G K Chesterton praised the innocence of men and women working together to make a little money.
I bought a handful of finger rosaries in Fatima because I have been losing them steadily over the years. I have always had an image of the finger rosary as the sword that pierced Our Lady’s heart softened into a circle, the sword handle becoming her Son’s Cross. I expressed it this way in a poem I began writing 30 years ago and that, finally, I finished at the shrine.
You are the circling of the sword. When we wear this ring we are yours in prayer. You are where we bring what we cannot bear. You are the Mother of the Word.
Kevin Grant travelled to Fatima with Pax Travel. For further information, telephone 020 7485 3003 or e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org
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FR TIMOTHY GARDNER A TASTE OF PORTUGAL
The cuisine of Portugal is often unfairly imagined to be merely a variation of what is found in Spain, rather than a distinctive cuisine in its own right. While there are similarities between the food of Portugal and that of her larger Iberian neighbour, there are also differences, and Spain has probably borrowed as much from Portugal as vice versa. The country’s colonial possessions were not only in South America, but also in the subcontinent, Southeast Asia and Africa. As a result, Portuguese taste buds have been influenced by culinary traditions as diverse as those of Brazil, China, India and Angola. Portuguese cuisine has managed to remain distinctive largely thanks to Portugal’s relative isolation under Salazar’s dictatorship, when rural systems remained unchanged and self-sufficiency was the order of the day. As a result, Portuguese food is still highly regional. The inhabitants of Oporto are known as tripeiros , tripe eaters, though they probably enjoy a richer, more extensive, cuisine than those of Lisbon, the city of alfacinhas , or lettuce eaters. Cooking in the Algarve is affected by the need to cater for tourists coupled with relatively infertile land. All coastal areas, however, offer a
wealth of first-class fish and shellfish. Breakfast, as in Spain, is a rather unimportant meal in Portugal. Workers or people in the country will often snack on one or two pesticos (tasty morsels not unlike tapas) before lunch, often served in bars and usually washed down with wine from the casks. Salgados , salty pastries with spicy fillings, tend to be sold by specialist bakers. The national dish of Portugal is Calde Verde , green soup, which comes, appropriately enough, from the same region as Vinho Verde, green wine (the wine is called “green” either because it must be drunk young, or because the area which produces it is verdant, not because the wine itself is green). It is based on one particular variety of cabbage from Galicia, couve galega . This cabbage is one of the elements that shapes the entire look of the landscape in Minho and northern Portugal. It grows
successfully under vines and is a feature of most Portuguese gardens; even backyards in Lisbon. What might otherwise be a rather plain potato and cabbage soup is enlivened by the addition of chouriço , a fatty paprika sausage still made in most rural kitchens. A common Portuguese dish is cozido à portuguesa , which parallels the French pot au feu and the Spanish cocido . As with such dishes, its composition depends on the cook’s imagination and budget. A truly lavish cozido may include beef, pork, pork sausage, blood sausage, bacon, trotters, cured ham, potatoes, carrots, turnips, chickpeas, cabbage and rice! Tripas à moda do Porto , tripe with white beans, is said to have originated in the 14th century, when the Castilians set siege to Lisbon and the citizens of Oporto organised a supply fleet that managed to slip through the blockade. Since all available meat
CALDE VERDE (SERVES FOUR)
Wash, drain and thinly shred one (300g) green cabbage (assuming you are unable to find the Galician genuine article). Peel one large onion and two cloves of garlic and chop finely. Peel and thinly slice 500g of potatoes.
Heat three tbsp of olive oil in a large pan and sauté the onion and garlic until the onion is translucent, add the potato slices and when they start to brown, add enough water to cover everything generously. Simmer for about 25 minutes, until the potatoes are tender. Remove the pan
from the heat and either mash the potatoes or blend.
Fry 150g sliced chorizo (assuming, once more, that you have no chouriço to hand) for about 10 minutes and drain away the fat.
Return the soup to the heat and add the sliced chorizo. Warm everything through, adding salt and pepper to taste.
Add the shredded cabbage and simmer for about five minutes. Add a slug of olive oil and serve with crusty bread.
was sent to the capital, Oporto residents were limited to tripe and other organs. Others claim that it in 1415 Oporto deprived itself of meat to supply the expedition that conquered the city of Ceuta, in North Africa. Portugal’s favourite fish (at least on the coast) is the sardine, of which some 100,000 tonnes, 40 per cent of the entire catch of fish, are caught annually. The taste of a truly fresh sardine, simply grilled with sweet peppers, is a pleasure that is not even hinted at by the tinned variety. In the Algarve, carapaus, which is a kind of mackerel, are often used instead of sardines. Very small ones are nicknamed carapauzinhos , and large ones, more than 10 inches long, are called chicharro . Except in the fish and chip shops of the Algarve, fresh cod is rarely consumed, though bacalhau (dried and salted cod) is close to a national obsession. Columbus had barely discovered America when Portuguese fishermen were landing huge quantities of cod off Newfoundland, and the drying and salting process was carried out on board ship so that the cod would not spoil during the long journey home. The Portuguese attitude to food is simple and imaginative, traditional and inventive. Above all, enjoying good food and eating out are valued aspects of everyday life. From informal cafés to world-class restaurants, all budgets and occasions are catered for. Tiny cafés and tascas , often no more than holes in the wall, abound. The opportunity to sample this still largely unknown cuisine in all its variety is one of the real rewards of visiting Portugal.