this is the side door of the church I grew up in...I caught a quick snap through the car window tonight on the way to the mission. there aren't many places that trigger my senses the way the sight of this building does. besides the ornate nature of the church, the richness of the wood, the handmade tile floor in the vestibule and the gorgeous stained glass and statues are a huge part of my upbringing. I was baptized here, went to church every Sunday and during the week with my class as I went to the school next door, First Communion, Confirmation, buried my dad from here. Dipped my hand in the holy water and genuflected and crossed myself hundreds, maybe thousands of times inside these doors. Feared nuns, priests and bishops here. My sisters worked in the rectory so we had an inside look at everything. I even got nauseous sitting at mass in my all wool uniform here. Did I mention this place was a huge part of my life? they recently refurbished the copper roof and gutters on the building...it will remain on it's corner for at least another 100 years or more I am sure.
@nicoleterheide@vstap@tin_a funny, I told my sister that I was asked if there were good memories and we both had the same reaction that most of our memories were on the not-so-good side of the coin! there were some weddings and of course Communions and Confirmations so there were good times : ) my brother in law mentioned that my dad told him these were the getaway doors at his wedding to my sister if he needed them at the last minute!
February 26th, 2016
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