I was at a Catholic funeral today and it made me think about my Catholic parents. My father in particular who was raised Catholic in a family where his brother was a Priest and two of sisters were, well...Sisters. My father was the youngest child of many and he left home at an early age. We were always told that he left because he was expected to become a priest because he was the youngest. It was said that your eldest and youngest were given to the church. I have no idea if this was true or not but I do know that once he left he never went back to church and would not allow us to be raised Catholic or any religion for that matter.
Ironically he married my mother who at one time was a catholic Sister but had not taken her final vows. I don't know why she never did. There are so many stories about our parents that we need to ask about before it is too late.
Rest in peace Mr. S.
That's a wonderful photograph,Lori E. Don't you find that the black and white photos are often the crispiest? I find this to be especially true when I'm enlarging them to look at the details.
ReplyDeleteI am not blessed with great family photographs but I do collect vintage postcards that depict the type of work my ancestors did (primarily Lumbering, fishing and farming)
Best wishes,
Evelyn in Montreal