Showing posts with label Baddesley Clinton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baddesley Clinton. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

An English chapel and a bottle of water from Wales

Today, November 3rd is the feastday of St *Winifred of Wales, or, in the Welsh tongue, Gwenffrewi Sant.

A noblewoman of the 7th century she rebuffed the advances of a local by the name of Caradog as she wished to remain chaste and to dedicate her life to Almighty God as a nun.

According to the records, Caradog was enraged at being thwarted in love and he took his sword and decapitated the young woman on the spot.

Life in Wales was pretty bloody in those days and Winifred's brother, Owain, sought and actually killed Caradog in a violent act of revenge.

Now the tale becomes somewhat twisted as some accounts state that the young saint  was then restored fully and her head rejoined to her body by her uncle, Saint Beuno. Other accounts state that she made a pilgrimage to Rome and became Abbess at Gwytherin in North Wales.

She is the patron, obscurely of payroll clerks and, more obviously, of virgins.
"The Welsh Lourdes", Holywell

Where her head had fallen a well sprang up and was found to have a curative effect on the sick and diseased.
It became a place of pilgrimage and remains an important focal point for pilgrims today.

The Latin Mass Society organises a pilgrimage each year in July and the well has earned its reputation as the "Welsh Lourdes".

Now come with me to the English Midlands, some 150 miles or so from Holywell, shrine of St Winifred.


We are entering a small 15th century manor house called Baddesley Clinton, we proceed up the stairs and across the landing to enter a Chapel; one that  was once a Recusant Chapel where priests on the run covertly celebrated Mass for the family and friends. Possibly, even, linen was draped on the hedgerow to indicate a Mass that day.





The Chapel appears, more or less, as it was nearly 500 years ago but, on the window ledge stands a bottle half filled with water. Pick it up, shake it, it is clear as....well, it's gin clear. Not a sign of green algae, yet it has stood in full sunlight for some considerable time, months or even years.


Besides the bottle is a card that simply states: "Water from St Winifred's Well"

I asked several guides for information on the bottle but there was no enlightenment, doubtless, members of the family kept it there to bless themselves with...who knows?

But it was good to find such a poignant reminder of my adopted home in the heart of England.

Prayer to St. Winifred

O blessed Winifred, pure virgin and glorious martyr, so especially chosen, so divinely graced and so wonderfully restored from death to life!
Hope of all that fly unto thee with full confidence and humility!
We, though, unworthy, yet thy devoted pilgrims, make our petitions unto thee. Sanctuary of piety, look upon us with patient eyes; receive our prayers, accept our offerings, and present our supplications at the throne of mercy, that through thy powerful intercessions God may be pleased to bless us, and to grant our requests and desires; through Christ our Lord.
Amen
                            ST WINIFRED - ORA PRO NOBIS

* also Winifride or Winefride

Monday, March 14, 2011

Another comment on the lie debate - it is not a lie to conceal a truth for a good reason!

October 1591 and the Pursuivants are on the hunt! The time 5am, the place, a small country manor in Warwickshire called Baddesley Clinton, home to the Catholic Ferrers family, now living as recusants under Queen Elizabeth I.
Baddesley Clinton - house of lies but also of safety for the priests

A hammering on the door alerts the household; Fr Robert Southwell was about to celebrate the first Mass of the day, in secret for fear of Elizabeth's men who hunted priests as dogs hunt their prey. Seven other priests are in the house which was used as a planning meeting place for priests on the run. All is uproar as the priest hunters (Pursuivants) hammer on the door demanding entry with a string of foul oaths. The servants at the door employ delaying tactics but the Pursuivants are enraged at the time taken to unlock the door, meanwhile Fr Southwell has dis-robed and the other priests are busy hiding their clothes, satchels and swords (yes, swords, not so much for assault as for disguise, a man in Elizabethan times who walked the highways sans sword would have stood out like a sore thumb).


A Priest's hiding hole is hidden in the ceiling
above this fireplace
 Finally, all is stashed away and the priests hurry to the various priest holes dotted around the house. The Vaux sisters are in residence and one of them has her two young children with her. These too must be hidden lest childish answers to inquisitors' questioning gives the game and the lives of the priests away.
At last the door is opened and the hunters fall through it like "leopards" and rush frantically around the house.

The servants are mustered and questioned one by one:

"Are there priests hidden in this house?" "No"

"Have you seen any Popish priests here recently?" "No"

"Do you know where we may find these priests who are guilty of treason?" "No"

Eventually, the Pursuivants give up and leave the property without discovering any of the hidden priests who included, Fathers  Gerard, Southwell, Garnet, Stanney, Oldcorne, two others and, quite possibly, Nicholas Owen, master carpenter and creator of most of the priests' holes in country houses of the time.

Did the servants lie? Of course they did. If they had given up the priests about a quarter of the English Mission would have been wiped out instantly and their lives made forfeit after torture and final hanging, drawing and quartering.
Was the lie a sin? No, most definitely not!

Did the priests lie when they disguised themselves in secular dress? Yes

Did Nicholas Owen lie when he constructed priests' holes to deceive the Pursuivants? Yes

Did the craftsmen who created hiding places for the Blessed Sacrament out of everyday objects lie? Yes

But no sins were committed by these deceptions. It would be unthinkable for any man or woman to have owned up to the deceit of concealing the Sacrament or the Priests and so give up good men and women to evil.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

This Friday we will join the 40 Days for life Vigil

There are many advantages to living in rural Wales but the major disadvantage is the time taken to get from Pembrokeshire to my home town of London. Only 250 miles or so but 5.5 hours by train and about the same driving (we are 70 miles from the motorway).
We like many other families, feel so very helpless faced with the strength and horrors of the abortion industry. We pay our dues to SPUC and buy a few raffle tickets but not much else, except PRAY! and that we do along with most if not all readers of this blog.
So, a much longed for ambition has been for my wife and I to join an anti abortion prayer group. We once attended the Oxford one some two years ago but have not been able to coincide a visit to family with another vigil. Until now.

We plan to be at the Forty Days for Life vigil at Bedford Square for an hour or so, I shall book online.
But this does mean that I shall be away from my computer until Monday 14th March - so no posts for a few days.
On Saturday we shall be in the West Midlands, visiting a very old and beautiful recusant house, Baddesley Clinton. Expect a feature on this great base of English Catholicism next week.