tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348523519788188753.post3734373950192238819..comments2024-03-12T04:14:16.271-05:00Comments on The Rad Trad: Mad or Eccentric SaintsThe Rad Tradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00899289024837953345noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348523519788188753.post-24932738385257360642014-04-16T04:33:27.696-05:002014-04-16T04:33:27.696-05:00Another likely contender here.Another likely contender <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/1559376/Fr-Sir-Hugh-Barrett-Lennard-Bt.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.Rubricariushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05050302650867319277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348523519788188753.post-80716294768759382502014-04-15T21:32:08.835-05:002014-04-15T21:32:08.835-05:00Pascal is also said, at the end of his life, to ha...Pascal is also said, at the end of his life, to have gone from church to church in Paris, attending one service after another. Not bad company in my opinion.Carloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11831598596835253644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348523519788188753.post-31992930555596566822014-04-15T18:23:32.281-05:002014-04-15T18:23:32.281-05:00Ditto. From my childhood, I remember a man, who us...Ditto. From my childhood, I remember a man, who used to live in a shack on a hill slope and who would come down to town on market days, dressed like a greyfriar. Of course, there was always a rather raucous procession of stray dogs, boisterous kids and mockers after him. My own great uncle, Michael, spent many years in a sanatorium and after his discharge, he would go from church to church in a sort of endless pilgrimage until his died before his hundredth birthday or so. And then, there's Mme Elisabeth in Paris, near Montparnasse, who, depending on the source, was a white Russian emigree, wife of a general, or a Romanov, or some other aristocrat who fell into holy lunacy. Osmund Kilrule https://www.blogger.com/profile/07031929350172992367noreply@blogger.com