Nowadays we've got hackneyed summer festivals in need of replacement, but back in the day -- and we're talking living memory, like the summer of '42 -- up to 45,000 Montrealers at a time (well, Roman Catholic Montrealers; O.K., French-Canadian Roman Catholic Montrealers) used to roll up their sleeves and march up to Fletcher's Field (that's Jeanne Mance Park to you newbie come-from-aways) in early August and sing the praises of Brother Andre.
Who?
You know, the guy that built a tit-shaped church on the hill.
The guy they put a chocolate-coloured statue of at Beaver Hall and Dorchester.
The guy who would pronounce crippled people healed, whip away their crutches, and watch their relatives drag them away.
The guy whose heart was kidnapped.
Remember?
Never mind.
Oh, I remember. I wasn't allowed to forget that he was the janitor of my high school once...
ReplyDeleteHow can Coolopolis dis Brother André, the coolest Montrealer of all?
ReplyDeleteWho's dissing? But "coolest Montrealer" ??? Say what?
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