Serving Christ and Connecting Catholics in Western North Carolina
One of the great honors of my life was when I was asked at the meager age of 12 to be the godfather to an older cousin’s child. As a matter of fact, I was already a godfather and proud of it. But this was a little different.
One of the most vivid memories of my childhood was the arrival of four religious sisters from Ireland who were coming to my hometown of Ballwin, Mo., to begin teaching in the brand new grammar school of Holy Infant Parish.