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Journaling:
i was raised a Catholic. There were 11 of us kids and Dad would drag us all to church each Sunday to hear the word of God. For the most part, i tolerated it. It was neither good, nor bad, neither uplifting, nor dreary, it was just a fact of childhood. But, sometimes, and they were few and far between, my Dad would say, "come on, we're going to pray," and he would lead us outside. We lived on a horse ranch in those days, and there was a dirt road that stretched from one end of the property to the other. this was the road we'd take. After dinner and chores, we'd walk in the country air reciting by memory as my Dad fingered his rosary. Out there, with none of the trappings of the church, i felt a truer connection to God, and to family, than all the sermons in the world could inspire. If we finished the rosary in time, we would talk of everyday things, or ask Mom and Dad about almost any subject we could think of. They were, for at least that time, our captive audience. I don't know what would move Dad to call us out for a prayer walk, but we were always eager to go. I don't remember anyone asking to stay behind. I've wanted to write this memory down for some time, it's one of my fondest from childhood. I don't have any pictures to add here. That country road is off limits now- private property, and Dad's rosary was buried with him last February. But, if I close my eyes, I can see our family moving as a group, hear the rhythmic sound of our voices in prayer, even smell that sweet country air. It is a memory that envelops and sustains me. Thank you Dad, and thank you God, I know you still walk with me. May 2005.
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