samhill wrote:I grew up Greek Catholic in a small blue collar town where most everyone at that time was poor but most didn't realize it simply because everyone was near the same. As the parishioners struggled to get by the priest (who I really liked) well he lived pretty well with his wife & 19 kids, would have been 22 but several died at birth or shortly after. Now the parish house was large & they lived well but all those people living better than most that supported them never seemed right to me. The one thing of interest to me was that everyone of them either became a nun or priest & the two boys closest to my age were anything but saints but just knew a good thing.
That brings back memories of my up bringing! A SMALL town, small churches(5), Preacher for each one, that lived better than most everyone they preached to. And most of their children felt they were better than everyone else to boot! Dad was a Deacon, so I got to see a lot of the excesses first hand since he made sure the preacher had all he wanted/needed. We were pretty strapped on material things and foods as were most everyone else in town. Meat once a week and lots of hand-me-downs.
But we survived and that made us what we are today.