Reply #4: Your post reminded me of the Rosary prayed at my Mother's [View All]

[chieftain]

Wake. The priest sped through the first half of the prayer like he had to get back to the Rectory in 15 minutes flat. After each of his rapid fire recitations, the strong, reverant and precise voice of my cousin who is a nun slowed the pace by at least 1/2.That was the way it went throughout each decade until the beads were kissed and put away. I drew no inference then or now as to which was more appropriate but your comment regarding tempo brought me back to thinking about the sad/happy celebration of the woman who gave me life and of whom I think of and miss everyday.