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Veronica Brandt holds a Bachelor Degree in Electrical Engineering. As editor, she has produced fine publications (as well as valuable reprints) dealing with Gregorian chant, hymnody, Latin, and other subjects. These publications are distinguished on account of their tastefulness. She lives in the Blue Mountains near Sydney, Australia, with her husband Peter and five children.
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“In spite of what it is currently called, the music of these songs is not modern: this musical style is not new, but has been played in the most profane places and surroundings (cabarets, music halls, often for more or less lascivious dances with foreign names). The people are led on to rock or swing. They all feel an urge to dance about. That sort of “body language” is certainly alien to our Western culture, unfavorable to contemplation and its origins are rather suspect. Most of the time our congregations, which already find it hard not to confuse the crochets and the quavers in a 6/8 bar, do not respect the rhythm; then one no longer feels like dancing, but with the rhythm gone to pieces, the habitual poorness of the melodic line becomes all the more noticeable.”
— Unnamed choirmaster (Northern France) circa 1986

Maternal Heart of Mary Chapel (Sydney, Australia)
published 13 April 2013 by Veronica Brandt

F YOU WERE TO ASK ME why I attend the Latin Mass, I could wax lyrical over many different aspects that I now enjoy, but the reason I came to enjoy them was the Maternal Heart of Mary Church, Lewisham.

The liturgy there is beautiful.

Sunday Mass usually begins with a rousing organ prelude. Then the priest intones the asperges (or vidi aquam in paschaltide) and then the rumbling ground swell of the congregation joining the song. The singing suddenly drops off as the cantor takes up the psalm verse solo then the people come back in. The priest chants the prayers that follow answered with the same surround sound singing. Then the choir takes up the introit and the ethereal melody washes over the congregation as they kneel for the prayers at the foot of the altar.

And that is just the beginning.

It was strange to begin with. Sitting next to someone who knew where we were up to helped a lot. People were happy to hang around and talk after Mass and there were always new details to uncover. It took a while to get comfortable but now that’s my ideal. I can’t travel all the way there regularly, but I still go to a Latin Mass because it could be like that.