Some memories…
Posted by Terry Nelson on Mar 13th, 2007
St John’s on the Eastside of St. Paul.
The sanctuary - changed from my time by the free standing altar.
It was here I made my First Confession, and my First Communion, which I remember as if it were yesterday. (I confessed I had committed murder, because in my simplicity of trying to stop a baby robin fleeing my attempts to pick it up, I dropped a brick on it. It died.)
My sister’s girl friend once told on me because she caught me trying to hug the tabernacle in this Church.
Once, my brother pulled me off the Blessed Virgin’s altar as I climbed up on it in order to kiss the feet of her statue. (I had my shoes off!)
Return me, O Lord, to my early love!
(I’ll be posting some more things from this Church on my Leaflet Blog.)
