Stomach Virus Going Around2010

34. The sheep of St.

Armentini, however, was not as tolerant and a mother, I must say, its action was much more insulting than that of Betty .

then tells the ' Armentini :

start by saying that since I was 6 years every morning from April to October, my mom woke me up at dawn to send me to graze sheep (four or five hours, depending on the month). In winter, I was thrown out of bed at 8. Only the snow party cause I did not leave the sheep.

a job I hated for various reasons: I was a huge effort to get out of sleep, I did not love this business and do not require skill, but mostly because I only request was that duty, never to my older sister .

I must have 8-9 years when my mother sent me to Mass and gave me 20 cents and give it to San Antonio. He told me that I had to ask the grace to keep our animals healthy. It was, in fact, on Jan. 17 feast of St. Anthony Abbot . I went to church and the statue of the saint had been placed in the middle of the nave, above a large drape where they threw all their money and asking for a pardon. The church was crowded, Mass was officiated by a number of celebrants and I watched carefully the Holy: ting, ting, the coins fell in torrents on the cloth, but he does not go down and never said thank you. So between myself, my son said that he was not receiving the money but the priests and I decided to spend the ones I had given my mom (a huge sum for the period) to buy the chestnut and "scachetti "(peanuts) I had seen on a stand before entering. But before leaving the church, however, asked the Holy grace: to kill all the sheep and only save other animals.

The owner of the stand he made resistance, it seemed strange that a girl could spend so much money for the goodies. At the end gave way, then I called all my friends and we all had a bellyful of chestnut as never happened in our lives.

Just got home, I went immediately into the fold to see if the sheep were dead. But no, not St. Anthony I had no grace: they were all there, alive and well. What a disappointment!

When my mother asked me if I had given the money I said no, because if they took that money is not the saint, but the priests who were there. I ran after him with the tongs in the fireplace. Fortunately this one uncle stopped her and said, "the girl told the truth, and woe betide you if you touch her," And for the first time in my life, the quarry without beating me, as I was happy .... .