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My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6: 30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn't have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contribution envelope was always filled out the night before, sealed and propped against the salt shaker on the kitchen table. It was gone with him when I as a child rose in the morning.

My sister and I would go to the children's Mass later and my mother to the Mass at noon. We weren't, spiritually speaking, a close family. Truth be known, we weren't a close family. But that's another story sometimes hard to write or explain.
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