Question of the Week: September 29, 2015


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October is the Month of the Holy Rosary, and there are many ways we can increase our devotion to the Lord by this form of prayer. Let’s get ready for this month of prayer and bring out the rosary beads!

Do you have a favorite rosary? Tell us about it!


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Here’s mine: it’s a knotted-twine rosary with a San Damiano (Franciscan) cross on it. Since it’s a knotted rosary rather than a chain of beads, it’s durable, which is a good thing, since it’s been through the washing machine in my pocket more than once!

This rosary, made by friend and fellow contributor Barbara Stein, is extra precious to me because I know she prayed with every knot she tied.

I took this picture almost 3 years ago when that rosary was brand-new. It goes where I go, in my pocket or purse. And when I use it to pray, I remember that I’m united in prayer with the friend who made it.

Your turn: tell us about your favorite rosary! Is there a story behind the one you use the most? Please share your answers and experiences in the comment box below.


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Barb Szyszkiewicz is a wife, mom, Secular Franciscan, managing editor for Today's Catholic Teacher magazine and editor at Her three children range in age from high school to young adult, and she enjoys writing, cooking, and reading. Barb is a music minister at her parish and an avid Notre Dame football and basketball fan. Find her blog at FranciscanMom and her family’s favorite recipes with nutrition information for diabetics at Cook and Count.


  1. I am the youngest of four siblings who grew up in the 1970s as a Filipino immigrant family. As such, we prayed the rosary every night before going to sleep. My father led off with the first Our Father and the corresponding 3 Hail Marys and then each child from youngest to oldest took their turns with a decade, with my mother doing the final decade.
    We each received our own rosary after completing our First Communions, but we also collected rosaries from various pilgrimages, or received them as gifts from other people. We converted an Easter Basket into a repository for rosaries so that whenever we had overnight guests or relatives, they could join in the rosary. Or whenever someone came they either dropped on off or took one with them.
    I almost never saw a typical (cheap) plastic rosary in our house and was surprised when I first saw them in churches, because they looked so less ornate.
    My father’s rosary had blood red glass beads, which I always associated with the Sorrowful Mysteries. My mother’s rosary was a shade of Marian blue and housed a small ampule of water from Our Lady of Lourdes (for whom she was named). I always associated that rosary with the Joyful Mysteries. My eldest brother had a wooden-beaded rosary that seemed more related to a missionary or religious order. It reminded me that he was Peter, the rock of the missionary church. I can’t quite remember my sister’s rosaries now–perhaps because I might have fallen asleep in the middle of each rosary.
    My last memory is my own rosary. It was white and was one of the first “glow in the dark” rosaries. It’s interesting to have glowing beads, but reciting the rosary in the dark actually isn’t that interesting. What I remember most about it though is that I got into a fight with the younger of my two sisters the day after I got the rosary. We started to pull tug-o-war on it and it broke. I was able to repair it, but I lost the second bead to the second decade of it. That was that same sister’s decade of the rosary. So every time thereafter that we said the rosary, I would remember that fight and have to remember to hold on twice as long on the first bead of her decade before moving on.
    I am sure that basket of rosaries is still in the prayer room of my parent’s home, along with novena and prayer cards.

  2. My favorite rosary was my mom’s, a pretty shiny black rosary. I used to keep it in my purse, but I thought I might lose it, so I put it in a safe place. But now I can’t remember where it is! I know it’s somewhere safe, and I’ll find it someday! So my second favorite is the one I use everyday, a plastic pink one I sleep with. I also pray on my fingers when I’m walking or driving.

  3. Years ago, on a trip somewhere, my mother purchased identical Rosaries for my 2 sisters and I as a gift. Several years ago my sisters were at my home for some family function and my older sister remarked on how beautiful the Rosary sitting beside my favorite chair was. I thanked her and said she had one just like it as it was a gift from our mother. She held up my Rosary so my other sister could see it and they agreed that, no this could not be the same Rosary that they had. The crystal beads sparkled with rainbows of color and the links between looked like gold. I was puzzled and insisted that we all had the same rosary. It only later occurred to me that my Rosary in being used constantly for prayer had been changed in appearance. My mothers crystal Rosary, which she used faithfully for over 60 years, always sparkled as well! Moral: Use your rosaries, do not save them for special occasions!

  4. My favorite rosary was also one that was made for me.

    When I was ten or eleven, my sister and I went to spend three weeks of the summer with my grandparents. My grandfather took a couple of afternoons while we were there to make rosaries for us out of Job’s tears seeds. We helped pick the seeds and put them on pins to dry, and we got to choose the crucifixes and medals. Then Gramps put them both together while we watched.

    The rosary is now something like twenty years old. Since Gramps passed away, it always has helped me feel close to him. The crucifix broke a few years ago, and I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to have a friend solder it back together for me.

    Since the rosary from Gramps has a broken piece, (and I don’t want to make it worse or lose the pieces), I’ve been using mostly the one that my protestant husband got from Rome and gave to me while we were dating, and the one that Grammy and Gramps got for me on their trip to the Vatican.

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