While working on cleaning out my father’s house a few years ago, I came across a draft of letter he wrote and gave to his four sons on Christmas, 1994. I’m reproducing it here, more or less as he wrote it, except for a few comments for clarity and a hyperlink or two. If you want to bail out on it early, I understand. It’s a tale of growing up in an almost 100% Catholic farm town in Southern Illinois.
Thanks for sharing this, Bob! Such a different time, especially in respect to the pervasiveness of priests and nuns in the community.