Easter brings back amusing memories of my dad's Irish Catholicism. We usually went to the 12 Noon Sunday Mass. Dad would drive us to church, and while Mom and the kids were inside being saved, Dad would wait in the parking lot, smoking and listening to radio sportscasts, along with dozens of like minded Catholic dads. They probably felt that being on the grounds counted as they heard some of the service drifting out the windows.
To this day whenever I pass a Catholic church during Sunday Mass I find myself compulsively counting the parking lot Catholics. :)
|Date:||March 28th, 2008 02:25 pm (UTC)|| |
When I was pre Elementary, I remember Dad taking me out of church to sit in the car. Thanks for the thought, I realize now he wanted to get out as much as I did.
Still, church or no church, Easter remains a peaceful holiday for me, and most of my kinfolk!