While I owe my catholic baptism to my unbaptized father, in some mysterious way I owe my vocation to the Catholic priesthood to my Anglican mother.

My Mother:

One of the richest memories of my childhood is of my sister and me lying with my mother on her bed while she read to us from the storybooks and rhymes that we loved, or from Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. My mother had grown up in poverty and her schooling stopped at grade three, but she loved to read to us aloud and she did it beautifully. Whenever she recited,

Praise the Lord

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