Monday, June 09, 2008
Life post-Summorum Pontificum
Heard in the narthex after Mass:
A visitor: Who's the schola? Where are they from?
Me: They live with me.
Visitor (eyes widening): Oh?
Me: They're my sons.
Visitor: They sang very well.
Me: Thank you. Join us!
Visitor: Oh, I sing in a schola in school. We're called Schola Peregrinus.
Me (laughing): The Wanderers!
Visitor: Yes, precisely, we sing at different parishes.
Me (looking at sons and at pastor standing by door, still in fiddleback chasuble and biretta hat): What should we call our schola?
Pastor: Schola Antiqua?