Our home glowed orange during the Christmas season, since that was the color of the candles Mom positioned in the windows throughout our two-floor Cape. I felt it a fine color—the glow seemed heavenly. Some lights were tiers of three candles, while others were singular, but they all bathed our home in a warm […]
In the 50‘s and 60’s, parish priests held powerful sway. And none was more powerful than St. Mary’s Pastor—Father Augustine F. Burns. Rotund and rubicund, with a bulbous nose, Father took to the pulpit, each Sunday, to pound the lectern, enjoining parishioners to ‘give more’ to the church, suggesting their souls might be at risk. […]