I grew up in a home situated right next to a small chapel. In fact, from the garden in front of our house, we could see the altar through the open window. Though this chapel was dedicated to Our Lady of Immaculate Conception, feasts of a few other saints were celebrated with great pomp there. One such feast was that of St. Joseph, the foster father of Jesus.
What intrigued me was the fact that one particular widow and her daughters staked their claim to celebrate this feast every year. What was so special about this saint that with singular devotion they vied to honour him annually? Continue reading