For Whom The Bell Tolls…

This morning at about 0707 I heard the church bell tolling.

It may have been the wind but it tolled 18 times.

Hubs said he heard it too.

I went to mass and asked about it this morning but the lady behind me, who is responsible for sounding the bell at the consecration, was ready to tell me why she rings the single bell at the elevation, and it was the lady next to her who realised I had asked about the tolling earlier in the morning.

“Are there other churches whose bell you may have heard?” she asked.

“No,” I said quite confidently, “it was from St. George’s because I always hear the bells from my flat.”

“Ask not, for whom the bell tolls…” she said as we bid each other farewell.

There is another lady I could ask but I am inclined to think it was the wind and here content myself with quoting the original lines written by John Donne (1572-1631).  From, Devotions upon emergent occasions and seuerall steps in my sicknes – Meditation XVII, 1624:

“No man is an island, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee….” 

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Pamela

2012-04-26 19:51:07 Reply

Hi, my whitehaired friend! I like you as a platinum blonde! I’m sending an email to you–long time since we’ve been in touch. Have a few life-changers to tell you.

Pamela

2012-04-26 19:51:07 Reply

Hi, my whitehaired friend! I like you as a platinum blonde! I’m sending an email to you–long time since we’ve been in touch. Have a few life-changers to tell you.

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