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Random drives often turn into discovery of things you’d never even imagine, which is at least part of the point.
This particular day, we saw a sign that said “Gravesite of Charlene Richard” and being prudent and inquisitive travelers, off we headed to see the gravesite.
Turns out that Charlene Richard was a very devout (VERY) young girl from the area who passed away in 1959 from leukemia; she was 12 years old and had been diagnosed only two weeks after her death. In addition to her grave, the cemetery had markers to commemorate her short (and devout) life, a plastic box where you could leave prayer requests for her, and a donation box.
I made photos, which I mostly forgot about until just the other day, and we headed on.
When I was researching what exactly we’d seen I ran across this article from the New York Times. It’s long and brings in a lot of narrative threads:
- Charlene may have been a saint.
- It’s easier now than it used to be to be officially proclaimed a saint.
- The priest who met Charlene just before she died was friends with Mother Theresa.
- Mother Theresa apparently made several unannounced trips to Louisiana to hang out with the priest.
- In 1985 the Diocese of Lafayette (Louisiana) (which includes the church Charlene and her family attended) paid a multi-million dollar settlement to victims who’d been abused by a local priest. And it was this case that started the global sexual-abuse-by-priests scandall.
- When investigators from the Vatican came to town in 2019 to investigate Charlene’s possible sainthood, they exhumed her body and removed her fingers for “collection as relics.” (The finger-removal was the most interesting thing in the article, brought up in the 4th paragraph and never mentioned again.)
- No word on Charlene’s priesthood.
- Or on the whereabouts of her fingers.
near Richard, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017
PS – If you’ve ever been to southern Louisiana, you probably already figured out that the name of the town – also Charlene’s last name – is pronounced REE-shard.
right
Low, dark, serious clouds outside gave the inside of this church a particular glow that I liked very much.
St. Charles Borromeo was known for revolutionizing Catholic education, including the establishment of what became Sunday School. Additionally, he’s the patron saint of obesity, dieting, and stomach ailments. (That might come in handy if you encounter some boudin noir, which I mentioned a couple of days ago.)
St. Charles Borromeo Church
Grand Coteau, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017
presentation
The cathedral is one of the greatest still-standing examples of Norman architecture; here’s a statue of King William II of Sicily offering a model of the cathedral to the Virgin Mary. The sand color of the statue and the texture of the stone will forever make me think about this as a sand sculpture (just one more example of how my brain works). The building was constructed between 1172 and 1185, which is an astonishingly fast pace for a building of its size and detailing. (Coincidently, that is faster than the time it took the City of Lubock and the Texas Department of Transportation to reconstruct approximately two miles of 19th Street.)
Duomo di Monreale
Monreale, Sicily
photographed 1.30.2025
the way the light hits
One year ago, I was in Sicily on a photography trip. I was with my friends and we had the best time enjoying the culture, the education, the food, the photography, and our time together. I still think about it almost every day. (Because I am comfortable living a year in the past, I guess?)
The late afternoon light at the cloisters beside the cathedral in Monreale was beautiful, bringing out the reds and oranges in the old stone. Look at the tops of those columns: every one is different.
Also, speaking of reds and oranges, I am at least 100% certain that when we returned to Palermo later that night, we had a few Aperol spritzes – each one served with a slice of an in-season Sicilian orange.
Chiostro dei Benedettini
Monreale, Sicily
photographed 1.30.2025




