Pope Paul VI

It was the mid 70’s and I had been hitchhiking throughout central Europe for a month when I ended up in Rome, Italy. Using youth hostels for lodging I had become friends with other travelers who I would meet along the way in various cities. A fellow from the east coast of the States invited me to accompany him to the Popes monthly address at the Vatican. I thought well, why not and agreed. As we neared the Vatican we stopped at a small gift shop where my friend purchased several rosaries. I did as well and entered the Vatican gates and into the auditorium.

Taking our seats amongst a group of nuns we waited until the Pope waving at the audience was carried down the main aisle by four men onto the stage. Bishops sat in chairs on each side of the pope as he stood before a microphone and proceeded to give his service in Latin, followed by a short translation in English, French and German. At one point everyone held up crosses and rosaries which he then blessed, mine amongst them.Following the service I walked over to the Sistine Chapel and gazed upwards at the masterpiece. It was a special day. Years later I gave the rosary to my wife at the time who was Polish Catholic. It meant a lot to her and her family. Rome, Italy