SEASONAL WORKERS: THE CHIMNEY SWEEPS

The houses in the city itself were usually five storied buildings, heated by fireplaces which required tall chimneys, which were covered with soot. Young boys came from the Savoy region to clean these chimneys as seasonal workers. They were known as “Petits Savoyards” and avoided by people because they were always dirty.

Bishop de Mazenod wrote about the response of some of the young men of the diocese who cared for the material and spiritual needs of these poor boys.

There are also among these young people, souls touched by noble sentiments who are worthy of being witnesses of a brighter future, who take care of the little Savoyards who have come down from their mountains to find among us the bread that will feed them during the winter.

They protect them, they guide them, they instruct them every day in the elements of the faith, they come to their aid in their needs, and they prepare them to make their first communion in a dignified manner in order to continue to protect them, to help them and to instruct them.

Pastoral letter of Bishop de Mazenod to the Diocese of Marseilles for Lent 1847

Eugene initially brought them into his house, where his nephew taught them catechism and then fed them. As their numbers grew, it became clear that an Association had to be started to look after them. Bishop Eugene initiated this anf entrusted them to one of his priests to look after. In his Diary, we find references to the great consolation of the Bishop whenever he gave these boys communion and confirmation.

REFLECTION

“If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him. The people who give you their food give you their heart.”

Cesar Chavez

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One Response to SEASONAL WORKERS: THE CHIMNEY SWEEPS

  1. Eleanor Rabnett, Lay Oblate says:

    This story about Eugene touches me deeply, bringing tears to my eyes and joy to my heart. I am reminded of Jesus touching and healing the lepers, the untouchables of his time.

    And I am reminded of Vincenzo Bordo OMI, Mother Teresa of Calcutta, Greg Boyle SJ and Kay Cronin HOMI; who they gathered around them and celebrated life with.

    I ask myself who are the seasonal workers of my time, the untouchables of my time. I stop and look at the people who come to my church to pray and worship with me, the community I belong to… Some may appear to be different from myself – their lived situation and life experiences, their faith practices and there is within me a desire to reach out, to invite them to come closer, to sit with me, to join and eat with me at the same altar. Those who are set apart from us for one reason or another and who might be judged as being unworthy to eat of the same altar and feast on the Eucharist… Come join me – all are welcome.

    I too have been one of those seasonal workers and there were many who invited me to their home and in sharing their food shared their hearts as well. They are my models of life and I follow in their footsteps, just as much as I try to walk in the footsteps of Eugene himself.

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