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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Glade Air Freshener Feast of St. Fina, March 14

I can only hope that this part isn't true:

In 1248 Fina’s life was changed by a serious illness, which began, progressively, to paralyse her (probably a form of tuberculosis like osteomyelitis). Her deep faith relieved her pain. She refused a bed and chose instead to lie on a wooden pallet. According to her legend, during her long sickness her body became attached to the wood of the table, and worms and rats fed on her rotting flesh. 

This is cool, though:

  On March 4, 1253, after five years of sickness and pain, while her nurses Beldia and Bonaventura were waiting for her to pass away, Saint Gregory the Great allegedly appeared in Fina’s room and predicted that she would die on the 12th of March. Fina died on the predicted date. She was only 15 years old.

March 12th is the Feast of St. Gregory!


 When Fina’s body was removed from the pallet, the people who were there saw white violets bloom from the wood and smelt a fresh flower fragrance through the whole house. The violets grew on the walls of San Gimignano too and still today they grow there. For this reason the people of San Gimignano call them “The Saint Fina violets”.

By the way, she was never canonized so I guess she is not officially a "saint".

Legends say that, at the exact moment of Fina’s passing away, all the bells of San Gimignano rang without anyone touching them.

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