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At times under rain, snow and wind... 'Go to bed John, it is late! ... because of my imprudence a 'grey' dog blocked my door and wouldn't allow me to leave the house! ... – PowerPoint PPT presentation

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In this house, near Becchi, I Don Bosco, lived.
Here my mother taught me the things that later
became fundamental to me.
At two years of age, I lost my father Francis. My
mother Margaret, a widow had to lease my fathers
vineyard to keep her three sons (me, Joseph and
My mothers main worry was how to train her
children in religious things, make them docile
and keep them always busy with the right things
they should do at their age.
- What a strong wind! How great is our God! We
dont have to offend Him at all by our sins. He
will help us in all things.
- You see how beautiful are these flowers! If
God thinks about them, will He not think about
- You see how many stars there are! God created
them for us! Do you see how much He loves us!
My mother taught us to see God in the poor. -
Mama can I take this little bread to Maddlena?
She is poorer than me!
Walking round our little town there were many bad
people - My mother said to me Look little
John! Pray to God that you dont become like
Returning to the house, I said to her - Mama, I
would like to become a priest in order to help
many young people so that they will not be this
Mama Margaret was educating me because I was
sincere and sceptic. But one day I behaved
badly. - Get up, come on pull! Again a little
  • Ah! The bottle of oil!..
  • Every effort to clean up the mark of oil on the
    floor didnt work...

  • What a heartbreak, poor mama! A lot of economic
    difficulty and here I am causing her more
  • Then I cut a piece of stick and began to prepare
    a staff...

  • ...going out to meet her when she was coming back
    from shopping.
  • Mama, see this sick, I am going to use it on my
  • I told her in all sincerity what had happened and
    she forgave me....

I was the most able and active while playing with
friends and in imitating the plays in the circus
but at times I returned home broken!
And my mother said - How come? Everyday you get
one wound or another! From today onwards, I will
stop you from going out with your friends!
  • Mama, please can I go out with my friends? When
    I am with them, they behave better, they dont
  • My mother permitted me to go...

I then understood that it was not enough for them
to just be my friends but I had to bring them to
Mass with me to grow better and know the
teachings of the Church...
So moved by the desire to learn, one day I
decided to attend mass with people in a nearby
One day I met Don Calosso, who seeing my ability
to remember and recite the homilies, wanted to
speak with my mother.
  • Margaret, your son has a prodigious memory! He
    has to study! Send him to my house I want to
    give him private lessons.

My older brother, Anthony, born from my fathers
first marriage, began to do everything possible
to stop me from studying, - Look! I am big and
older and have not opened even a book!
In anger, I responded - Thats not true! Dont
you know that our little Donkey is bigger than
you but he has never been to school?
Only my good feet saved me from the rain of
blows... Mama didnt like what was going on and
I was crying...
Don Calosso was not happy with what was going on
and he invited me to go with him. But that
solution lasted for a short while the priest
died and I had to return to my house.
One day the worst happened - O you little brat
leave that book, or I will make you leave this
house immediately!
  • My mothers attempt to talk with him was useless.
  • I will do the work of John! Dont worry,

Then my mother advised me to look for a house -
Courage! Gods providence will always be there!
The separation was very painful. - Be careful
John! Be a good boy and be devoted to Our Lady!
Trust in Her always!
I ran to the farm of Moglia I worked and was
paid poorly.
When the midday bell rang, I remembered always
the words of my mother and I knelt in any place
where I am to pray the Angelus.
One day my uncle came to tell me to continue with
my studies. You can imagine what joy I had. I
returned to my house and embraced my mother once
To go to school, I had to walk 16 km everyday! At
times under rain, snow and wind...
  • Go to bed John, it is late! If you continue
    this way, you wouldnt be sleeping at all!
  • Give me a little more time, mama! I have to
    finish what I am doing now!

I was lucky to get a family that accepted me.
When my mother came with some little money to pay
for the rent as she thought, the owner accepted
nothing because he was happy with my behaviour ...
The year after, I continued my studies in another
place, in Chieri because I was thinking of
entering the seminary. I felt Gods providence
through the many gifts I received...
I left home for the second grade. To keep myself
going, I had to learn how to do a lot of
I made a lot of friends. With them I began a
group, The Society of Entertainment I had the
intention of gathering good companions.
- John, follow your vocation! Remember if for
any misfortune you become a rich priest tomorrow,
your mother will not come to visit you!
After many difficulties and studies, at 26 years,
I was ordained a priest. For my mother, it was
the best day to have received Jesus from the
hand of her own son!
A night after the celebration, my mother said to
me, when we are alone - Remember, Father John,
to begin to say Mass is to begin to suffer!
At the beginning of my priestly ministry, I had
that dream of when I was 9 years old, again
here is your garden where you should work! I
was only waiting for an occasion to begin...
It was on December 8 the same year that I met the
first poor and abandoned young boy in the
sacristy of a church, in Tourin Bartolomeo
Garelli. The oratory has just begun!
The oratory became a home that welcomed,
parish that evangelized, school that oriented
young people to life and playground where to meet
as friends and to live joyfully
Exhausted from hard work with the boys, I had to
take refuge once again in my house with my
mother. bring your mother with you, the pastor
suggested. And my mother accepted.
  • Here is our new home!
  • For my mother began a period of 10 years of hard
    work for the young. She was always at my side.

It was clear that she was not only the cook or
the drycleaner the young people had a lot of
confidence in her and loved her like orphans who
felt loved (Don. Pascuale Chávez)?
Many of the boys where homeless and I was forced
to take them with me in the oratory.
At the beginning, the boys where stealing the
bed-sheets, covers, and anything they could lay
their hands on....
Many-a-time, I tried to keep these young people,
but with the same result! My mother and I didnt
know what else to do ...
At last, came the time destined by God. After
dinner with a bowl of soup, a poor boy didnt
know where to go to sleep...
- This night you will sleep here. But you dont
have to do like the others who ran away with
everything! Tomorrow the Lord will provide... And
before you sleep we have to pray together.
This is how I started to gather the first two
abandoned orphans, in the oratory I began with
15 in 1849 and got to more than 100 in 1854.
One day mama Margaret ended up losing patience.
Her small garden cultivated with a lot of effort
and love was destroyed by the boys!
- I am just tired! Everyday these boys do
something else... Leave me to go away
immediately. I will cultivate my garden and will
finish the rest of my days in peace!
Afflicted, I was looking into my mothers eyes.
Then my eyes moved toward the Crucifix. My mother
understood - You are right! You are just right!
From that day on, my mother never complained
again. (Memorie Biografiche)
My mothers life became the same as mine and that
of the foundation of the Salesian work itself.
To be sure that people will understand what I
write, most of the time after writing, I read my
work to my mother before sending it out to be
My mothers advice was of great help and defended
me from the attacks of the enemies I had. She
was warning me, but ...
...because of my imprudence a grey dog blocked
my door and wouldnt allow me to leave the
house! I later understood that somebody was
hiding nearby in attempt to kill me...
My mother will always pet this dog... This was
happening most of the time without our knowing
from where comes the Grey.
One of the beautiful traditions that my mother
kept was to cook chestnuts, in the Spring time.
They were to be distributed to the young people.
One day, the calculation was wrong when I
started to distribute them, I understood that
they will not be enough for all. What will I do?
I calmly continued to distribute what I had and
it happened that every boy got something...
Every year I do a long walk with the young people
to my house it became a feast for us and also
for the neighboring towns.
It was in one of the towns that a boy 12 years
walked up to me, his name was Domenic Savio, a
boy of exceptional intelligence and profound
  • What would you like to do in life?
  • If God gives me the grace, I would like to
    become a priest.
  • I will be the designer and you will be the tailor

One year, there was a terrible outbreak of
cholera which killed many people. All the boys in
the oratory were prepared to help the victims.
Mama Margaret prepared bed sheets and covers even
altar cloths many of which she made herself with
the tread she brought over from Becchi.
Such a long feminine presence is a unique thing
in the history of founders of educative
congregations. (Don. Pasquale Chavez)?
We can say that the Salesian Congregation is
decorated with Mama Margaret as the ornament
(Teresio Bosco)?
- God knows how much I love you , but up above,
I will be in a better place. I did all I could do
... Tell the young people that I worked for them
like a mother. (Memorie Biogrfiche)?
Mama Margaret lived and died poor. She was buried
in a common tomb and never had her name written
on any tomb, but her name is written in our
On the occasion of the 150 years anniversary of
the death of mama Margaret, the mother of the
educative family founded by Don Bosco at
Valdocco, Italy. I thought of inviting the
Salesian family to Renew the duty of giving a
special attention to the family, which is the bed
of life and love and the first of
humanization. (Don Pasquale Chavez, Strenna
Designed G. Grilli (Torino 1961)? Powerpoint P.
Luigi De Liberali (Recife 2006)? English transl
Sister John Bosco, HFSN
  • Bibliografia
  • -Bosco J., Memórias do Oratório de S. Francisco
    de Sales, S. Paulo 2005
  • -Chávez P., Estréia 2006. S. Paulo 2006
  • -Bosco T., Dom Bosco uma biografia nova. S.
    Paulo 2002
  • -Setti G., Don Bosco piccolo saltimbanco, Torino
  • Setti G., Don Bosco lamico dei giovani, Torino
  • Setti G., Don Bosco lapostolo della buona
    stampa, Torino 1961
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