Everybody grows up in the shade of a rectory and this was mine; in my youth I walked by it every day. This one was built in the 1920s. Still makes me proud seeing it as an adult knowing of all the holy men who have lived here and of all the souls who rang the doorbell and received solace/peace of heart.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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