Above, the cover of my late father’s journal from 1943, when he entered the Franciscan seminary at Callicoon, New York, at the age of 17. My sister found the journal and gave it to me this past weekend

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    There the winters are bitterly cold. A constant in the journal is how the blankets on the cots in the seminarians’ dormitory were too thin to keep them warm. “How cold it was,” he writes, when the young men each morning were all awakened by a bell to rise and attend morning Mass in what we now call the “old rite,” but which in those days was simply the ordinary rite of the Church.

Praise the Lord

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