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Fr. Baker Canonization Saint

This song is my favorite Elvis Gospel Song, and appropriate for the spiritual healing God gave me when just a little toddler of 2 years old.

I know it’s probably weird, to deal with me when I have this strong spiritual side, but I had to send you a copy of the letter I’m mailing to Monsenior Wurtz, in Lackawanna New York regarding my miraculous healing of double pneumonia. Dear DJ, were you raised any certain religion, or do you practice now? It may not mean anything but they should at least have a copy at “Our Lady of Victory” Basillica, with all the good information about this wonderful, compassionate man, Fr. Baker. If there’s anything I can do to help this man I want to do it. I will also take a copy to the Holy Name Cathedral after work, just so they have a record. Here is the prayer I found on the internet for his canonization. “Lord, you gave us Your Servant Nelson Baker as an example of service to the poor, homeless, and young. By “Father Baker’s” arden concern for those in need, inflame our hearts and lives with compassion for the poor, justice for the oppressed, hope for the troubled, and courage to those in doubt. We pray through the intercession of Our Lady of Victory, if it be Your will, that Your servant, Nelson Baker, may one day be canonized. Amen. So here’s the letter I’m sending: Love, Barbie xoxo

Barbie Ann (Nowak) Patton

777 N. Michigan Avenue, Apt. 3604

Chicago, Illinois 60611

312-654-8434 (home) 312-782-7320 (work)

April 2, 2003

Msgr. Wurtz

767 Ridge Road

Lackawanna, NY 14218

Re: Fr. Nelson Baker, Canonization

Dear Msgr. Wurtz:

This letter is in regards to Fr. Baker and his possible canonization. My father, Joseph J. Nowak, born in Lackawanna, New York, to Valentine Nowak was directly associated with Fr. Nelson. I was the 11th child of twelve siblings. I think and feel that Fr. Baker has had a tremendous effect on my family’s life. I was healed of double pneumonia back in 1947 when there was no cure. I believe it to be directly connected to my father’s devotion and prayers to Fr. Baker. This letter is a tribute to the piety, power and holiness of the intercession of Fr. Baker.

On March 19, 2003, St. Joseph’s Day, I looked up Fr. Baker on the Internet because my Dad’s name was Joseph and I was thinking about him, may his soul rest in peace. I was surprised to find out that that night ABC was broadcasting a 1 ½ hour special about Fr. Baker. Although it wasn’t broadcast here in Chicago, (oh please see if it can be broadcast here) I called and bought the VHS tape. Well, I’ll give you the background that I know, and it is very minimal. Most of this information I received in the last few weeks so that I could give you a more complete picture. My Daddy, grew up in Lackawanna. He had two siblings, Mary and John. His mother was in childbirth, and sent my Dad to get a doctor to deliver the baby. He was unable to find one and came back and helplessly watched his mother die in childbirth. (I had my second child at home with a mid-wife and wish that we were taught more about childbirth, because this death was unnecessary and probably traumatic for my father). Well, his father Valentine, re-married. The stepmother must have been quite horrible as she beat the children, including my father, with a rubber hose. She killed my father’s sister, Mary, with the rubber hose. I think my father ran away and somehow found Fr. Baker who saved my dad from the nightmare he was living with at home.

My Dad apparently later became Fr. Baker’s caretaker, tending to the gardening, electrical, painting, beautifying the grounds, a jack-of-all-trades, and if the facts aren’t straight it is all I have to go on, which again isn’t much since my parents hardly talked

Msgr. Wurtz

April 2, 2003

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about their past. He came to Chicago, married my mother and returned to Lackawanna during the Depression. Fr. Baker got my dad a job at the cemetery digging graves. Certainly, my dad was at Fr. Baker’s funeral, my Dad may have even dug the grave and buried the coffin with the 3 vials of blood.

So for years my Dad had been praying to Fr. Baker. My dad, himself ended up a victim of domestic violence and I was beat often along with him for sticking up either for the Catholic Church or to try to stop my mother from beating my father. I was the only sibling at home, for my three brothers went to the seminary. One was a Marianist and the other two, Divine Heart Seminarians. I wanted to be a cloistered nun, like St. Teresa, and the pastor of our church one time said on the pulpit that I was a “saint” because of my attendance at church, and adherence to the things I was taught at St. Mary Magdalene Parish. I think that because of the poverty my mother started to drink and I think the poverty that we lived in was unbearable. They were very happy until later in their marriage. My Dad made minimum wage and supported 12.

I can give more details if necessary, but I’ll try just to give the important ones now. When I was a baby in 1947, I got double pneumonia at a time where there was no cure. Dr. Rosenblum, the doctor was called to the house and found me blue and I was dying. He whisked me away to Michael Reese Hospital and I lay there near death. My chest was filled with mucous, I couldn’t eat or breathe. I still have the scar on my right leg where they tried to feed me through the veins, to no avail. I know my dad attended Mass, usually the earliest, and prayed devoutly. All I know is that I somehow lived. No one paid any attention at that time. Not even myself, until I recently went on the Internet for information on Fr. Baker to learn more about my dad that I loved, prayed for in his suffering, and Fr. Baker who my Dad worshipped. When I got older perhaps 10 years old, I went to the doctor and this same Dr. Rosenblum said, “When I look at you, I see the Miracle of my entire career” “I don’t know how you lived.” I guess there was no cure for double pneumonia in 1947. Either that or I was at the point of death. He was an elderly gentlemen and a well known doctor here in Chicago.

I believe, in my heart of hearts, that Fr. Baker’s intercession, saved my life. There’s no other explanation. Whether this information means anything I don’t know, but I would like to have it recorded with you. I am unspeakably grateful for the impact of Fr. Baker in my life, spiritually and humanly through my Dad’s acquaintance with him.

If I can be of further assistance, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Lovingly,

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