Blue Sky Dream (2012)
“asks the Church.
God is everywhere, the child of the Church is taught to answer without hesitation.
The Catholic God is everywhere, my mother was told again and again by the nuns and the priests, by her Irish Catholic father, by her Luxembourguese Catholic mother, by two sisters her elder by many years. Growing up in Rock Island, Illinois during the 1930s and the Second World War, a girl found it natural enough to believe that the Catholic God fully inhabited such a place. Life in that town by the Mississippi was nothing sure or easy, just as the Church, in its sad wisdom, had preached for two millennia. For most of her girlhood, my mother slept on a pull-out couch in the dining room of a pinchingly small house, the best her father could provide on his pay as a cost estimator for the local arsenal. There had been a time when he had been boss of a company that made bolts for the railroads, and they had all had lived in a roomy, even fashionable, home in New Jersey. But the Depression h...ad taken that away, and all my mother remembers is her father as he was in Rock Island, a man who was kind and patient and God-fearing after many worldly disappointments.MoreLess
God is everywhere, the child of the Church is taught to answer without hesitation.
The Catholic God is everywhere, my mother was told again and again by the nuns and the priests, by her Irish Catholic father, by her Luxembourguese Catholic mother, by two sisters her elder by many years. Growing up in Rock Island, Illinois during the 1930s and the Second World War, a girl found it natural enough to believe that the Catholic God fully inhabited such a place. Life in that town by the Mississippi was nothing sure or easy, just as the Church, in its sad wisdom, had preached for two millennia. For most of her girlhood, my mother slept on a pull-out couch in the dining room of a pinchingly small house, the best her father could provide on his pay as a cost estimator for the local arsenal. There had been a time when he had been boss of a company that made bolts for the railroads, and they had all had lived in a roomy, even fashionable, home in New Jersey. But the Depression h...ad taken that away, and all my mother remembers is her father as he was in Rock Island, a man who was kind and patient and God-fearing after many worldly disappointments.MoreLess
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