In 1990 the little town I lived in at that time had an old church, 100 years old. During Vatican 2 all the ornate altar and other things were torn out to modernize. They put everything in the basement. That year, 1990, the Parish Priest decided to clean out the basement and put everything out at the road for the garbage men. He said if there was anything anyone wanted, get it before it went in the garbage truck. I went over and scrounged through and found the old votive candle holder. It was wrought iron done back in the day by hand forging. A beautiful cross on the top. I have been dragging it around with us for over 36 years. I just touch it and can feel all the prayers said! I had my husband take the strips of candle holders off, I am going to refinish them and mount to a wooden rack and use it to hold rosaries. The cross is in my little prayer room. It gives me such great comfort.
