All Saints And Souls


With apologies to the late Sir Roger Moore

Halloween has come and gone. This year’s COVID-19 version was somewhat hampered, even sombre, as many parents opted not to take their kids out. Lots of decorated houses, but sadly not much candy-seeking traffic, even at homes with well designed treat chutes to eliminate contact. Hopefully next year will be better.

The day after Halloween is All Saints’ Day in many Christian religions. It’s a bit of a catchall when you consider everyday is a saint’s day, some, like St. Patrick’s Day on March 17th, are more well know than others. In many Latino cultures, birthdays are not celebrated on the anniversary of one’s birth, but on the day of your saint. Someone whose name is Santiago (St. James) may well observe their birthday on July 25th, regardless of when they were born, as that is ‘their’ saint’s day. But on All Saints’ Day all those beatified are honoured.

Every now and then someone asks about my name. They often ask if there is a St. Deegan? I merely smile and reply ‘Not yet’!

Today is All Souls’ Day on which all of those who have gone to the other side are remembered. Cemeteries, assuming they are open under this COVID Red Alert, will be packed with people paying a visit to deceased loved ones. Or at least the remains thereof. I, however, having craftily let our KIA Soul’s tank dip to a dangerously low level, will drop by our gas station for a fill-up. I’ll point out that as it’s All Souls’ Day I assume the petrol will be free of charge!

I live in Montreal, a once predominantly Catholic city, with literally hundreds of streets named for saints. In the days of telephone books and similar guides this often caused a problem as some listed the saint streets based on the name (e.g. St. Zotique was listed under Z), while others plunked them all under S.

I, however, having craftily let our KIA Soul’s tank dip to a dangerously low level, will drop by our gas station for a fill-up

Many, if not most, Catholic children are given the name of a saint – Peter, Mary, Patrick, Agnes, Catherine. But I’m one of those rare few not named for a saint. Mind you both my middle names are saint related – Charles and Gerard – but Deegan has another origin. It was my maternal grandmother’s maiden name. Her branch of the Deegan family tree, going back to Dublin, Ireland in the 1800s, was coming to an end as some of her sisters married and took their husband’s name, while others became nuns. Her brothers kept things going for a generation or so, but seemed to have a penchant for producing female offspring. So I was given the name, albeit as a first name in an effort to squeeze out another few decades,

Every now and then someone asks about my name. They often ask if there is a St. Deegan? I merely smile and reply ‘Not yet’!

Published by DCMontreal

DCMontreal - Deegan Charles Stubbs - is a Montreal writer born and raised who likes to establish balance and juxtapositions; a bit of this and a bit of that, a dash of Yin and a soupçon of Yang, some Peaks and an occasional Frean and maybe a bit of a sting in the tail! Please follow DCMontreal on Twitter and on Facebook, and add him on Google+

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