So many good points you bring up here. I have gone to St. Annes, and the old Mass in the cenetary, more than several times, and have loved it. One time, I think it was Christmas 2008, they did a sung vespers and then did a Christmas Mass with Bishop Cordiloeone, and it was one of the most beautiful experiences one could imagine.
These days, I gpo to picnic Mass 3 weeks a month, but tend to go to the Latin version of the Novus ordo Mass once a month at Our Lady of the Rosary. It is the Mass the way the Pope says it (almost), with the common parts in Latin and the readings and Prayers of the faithful in the vernacular, both just as Vatin II intended. The choir is wonderful, singing chant, polyphony and hymns in 4 part harmony. Never a juvenile picnic song there! The priests have been very good, and they are learning the Latin more fluently. I've also attended a Mass for a Bishop there, with Bishop Cordiloeoni again celebrating. This community used to have pizza and wine in the park jusgt after Sunday Mass, which I thought was the greatest idea since sliced bread. Later, when kicked out of the park, they met in the parish hall, with lots of food, wine, and kids running about. Thjen, I guess the parish didn't want them their so now people just chat for a few minutes on the steps and then go home...just like in picnic parishes: community not as evident. But, what I am learning is that tight bonds have already been built between some of the rgulars from the days of the wine and pizza, and they do things together. If you or anyone is interested, mass is second Sunday each month at OLR in Little Italy, San Diego.
Regarding children, I love them and welcome them, but I do not understand modern parents who refuse to teach schoolage kids how to behave. The problems is the parents, not the kids. Kids should always be welcome, but by the time you are 5 you should know how to act in public. And Mass is public. If you don't, your parents have failed you. Recently, at a picnic parish, I whispered to a schoolage kid in froont of me who refused to stand for the Gospel, "Son, stand up for the Gospel." The mother, whose kids were slouching down with their feet on the pew, reaching their games, gave me a shocked look that said mind your own business. I asked her if the boy could stand (thinking maybe he were handicapoped). She glared at me with a look that would freeze lava, and said yes. I thought I may have overdone it, but later, at the "peace be with you" (she refused to even look at me) the elderly folks behind me gave me a great big grin, so I guess they saw it (or maybe they're just happy). I shook the boy's hand and gently said Peace be with you young man. Someone needs to tell him he is a young man, not an animal. We need to encourage good behavior in the kids around us, I think, because teachers and parents certainly aren't.
Same goes for people who let their dogs bark and bite. Terrible. I was on a yacht over labor day and someone let their putrid little lap dog bite another boat owner, ripping up his finger. No consequences for the dog at all. Poor little dog, bit a man, poor thing! I would have poundded the living daylights out of that dog so he would think twice before ever doing that again. Have we no sense of being an adult, a parent, an animal owner? Are we all perpetual children stuck in endless summer? Are we afraid to act over 30 since the 60s generation never trusted anyone over 30?
I didn't know about the OLR Latin mass. Will have to look that one up. Now and then I would stop in on Holy Days for mass when I worked downtown, as the parish was within walking distance.
No problem about the typing; I can read through typos.
I was going to write about how when I was at a particular San Diego parish one Sunday, and I had my Mom with me. We had stayed after mass a bit to view the beautiful artwork in the parish. Mom is a non-professional artist, and has been studying art history for the past 30 years or so----though she doesn't like it when I tell people that, as she doesn't think that she is good enough to be called an artist. Well, anyway, as we were walking toward a painting, we noticed that a lady was letting her little baby touch the actual paint on one of those beautiful paintings-----my Mom and I gasped!
The pastor there noticed our reaction, and looked back to see what was happening, and he shrugged it off.
I was thinking that people need to take better control of their kids' behavior during mass and while in a church. I'll bet the parishioners who donated the painting did not expect that anyone would let their children touch the painting, and possibly ruin it.
My Mom had us "whipped" as far as behavior during mass-----no giggles...not a sound unless it was prayer or singing with everyone else. My how things have certainly changed.