Mom was a very devote catholic. I remember kneeling in front of the gratta, Aunt Cindy brought home to mom, from Japan. We all kneeled and prayed the rosery..

      Each and every Sunday-as far back as I remember we went to Sunday mass. Told to be quiet, do not turn around and look at people in bac, also do not look up and see the choir sing. Pay attection-You are in Gods House.

      I think I did good in church. I can remember my mom would put herself in the middle-my brother on her left and I on her right. We would cut up sometimes, and she would bend over and remind us--"WE Were In Gods House-BEHAVE!"
       As I got older. 10myears old in fact--Mom had my Little sister.. The love of my life,, As she grew up,, we attened church with Mom,, She was also taught al us, but being so darn cute,, we got in trouble,, Especially when we got older.. She with her Pixie cut light blond hair,, A child, young teen so pretty,, we would mess up too..... I remember one day.. Church was full.... A young adult, was doing something in church that was beyond -what a person would or should do,, I watched him,, and then finally showed my sister,, Well? We got laughing,, I mean Out-Loud,,, Mom was so mad at us,, But we could not stop,,, I was almost rolling on the floor,,,,,, After that? We even though we were older? We towed the mark in church......
       The worst thing my mom did in church , almst all the time, was cry-- She always cried,, to a song, a passing of a friend, she just cried,,,,, Now? I find myself crying at the songs she loved,, songs she cried to, and I stare above at the Angel.. and I fixate on it,, Knowing some ware,, some how,, she is watching as she promised me she would,,,,,,, I Love my years in  St. Johns Catholic Church In Camden NY..With my Mom-& Sister