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The Living Rosary


        “I remember the day our school performed a Living Rosary,” Grandma Bea said.

“Oh, no,” thought Eddie. "Another one of Grandma’s stories from a long time ago."

Eddie was staying with Grandma while his parents were away for the week-end. It was only ten o’clock Saturday morning, and he was already bored.

He’d brought his skateboard with him, but it was raining, so that was out. And his friend, Marco, lived far from Grandma’s house, so that wouldn’t work, either.

     “We were arranged by class in a big circle, on the grassy area of the football stadium,” Grandma said. 

Eddie sighed. If he could watch TV or play computer games, that would make the time go by faster. But Grandma didn’t want the TV on during the day. And there was only one game on her computer, Spider Solitaire. Big deal.

     “The students in each class,” she continued, “wore a blouse or shirt in an assigned color: red, brown, yellow, green, and of course, blue, Mary’s color. We represented the Hail Marys in each decade. Special students wore white to represent the Our Fathers.” 



      “Uh huh,” Eddie said, scratching his head.

     “Anyway,” Grandma said, “with all those students, and the people in the stands, saying the rosary, it was very impressive. Do you remember when I taught you to say the rosary?”

     Eddie nodded. Grandma had given him a rosary and taught him the prayers, but he had no idea where that rosary was now.

     “Um, Grandma,” he said, “could I play Spider
Solitaire now?”

     “Sure,” Grandma answered, but Eddie could tell she was disappointed. How would he ever get through the week-end?

     He’d played a few games when he heard the phone ringing and Grandma Bea answering it. Then she came into the computer room.

   “Eddie,” she said, “that was Elissa, Marco’s sister.  Marco’s in the hospital. Seems he talked his dad into letting him go outside to ride his bike. But he skidded on the wet pavement, hit a tree and was thrown into the street.”

     “Will he be okay?” Eddie squeaked out.

   “Elissa mentioned a concussion and a broken shoulder. He’s in surgery right now.”

   Eddie put his head down.   

   “Tell you what,” Grandma said. “After Mass tomorrow, we’ll go to the hospital and see him.”

Eddie worried about Marco all night long. He wished he had his rosary right now.  

At the hospital, Eddie and Grandma took the elevator to Marco’s room and stopped at the doorway.

Marco was sleeping. His head was wrapped in white bandages, and one bandaged arm was strapped to a wooden board. The other arm was hanging over the side of the bed.

“He almost looks like a cross,” Eddie thought.

Four people were sitting around the bed with rosaries in their hands. Marco’s dad had on a brown shirt, his mom was wearing a green blouse, Elissa, a yellow sweater, and Marco’s Grandma Carmen had a red shawl over her shoulders. One chair was empty. Eddie looked down at the blue sweater he was wearing. 

“Grandma,” he whispered, “do you have a rosary with you?”             


“Always,” Grandma Bea answered. She handed Eddie her rosary.

He slipped into the empty chair. This was a Living Rosary, he thought, just like Grandma had talked about. He was the final part. But would he know the prayers?

       Then Grandma Carmen began saying, “Hail Mary,

full of grace...” and Eddie knew everything was okay. He

remembered the prayers. He was sure Marco would be

okay, too. And he’d look for that rosary as soon as he

got home.


2008 Marjorie Flathers

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