the rix mix

Easter was the only Sunday of the year my entire family went to church together. That was the case with lots of families. We walked around the corner to Community Methodist Church. The sanctuary was always so crowded that folding doors were opened into a side chapel for extra seating, & the place looked terrific with all the flowers. Not being accustomed to attending church with my parents & siblings, it was a bit embarrassing, especially since so much schmoozing went on before & after the service. Mom of course wanted to play her role to the fullest; 4 children was a substantial number of kids for a Methodist family, though it was just average over at the Catholic Church, & she had us dressed up like dolls. My parents were active in the church, women's social circle, Boy Scouts, & the married couples club. But other weeks, Sunday was Dad's morning to sleep late. Mom got us off to Sunday School. Nana walked to mass at St. Joe's RC & usually visited with her pal, Mrs. Kelly, afterward. Much later, it occurred to me that about an hour on Sunday morning was for many years the only really private time my parents had.

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