Today I went to the 8:00 Mass with my neighbor and so had made arrangements to come home by Dial-a-Ride but the earliest I could get a reservation for them to pick me up was about 9:20! I made the reservation thinking that Mass might be a little longer today but wouldn't you know it! Our Spanish priest said the Mass and he does it pretty fast! We were through with Mass at 8:40! I wasn't feeling too good during Mass, and so I thought, I see a lot of people in here that I know so I'll just ask someone to drive me home on their way. Well, I saw my friend Thelma Ahn and she was talking to another member of our Bible class, Fred. She scooted off, (the cleaning ladies had to clean the Church today and she is one of the ladies. Rose, my neighbor does that too, which is why she couldnt bring me home! But, I said to Fred are you going home? He says, "Well, as soon as I help here at the Church, why?" I said, "Well, I guess I'll just go and sit and pray awhile until my Dial-a-Ride comes!" He, said, "Hey did you need a ride home?" When I told him it was O.K. as long as I knew he had to work. But he told me he would just go in there and tell them he would be taking me home and would be right back!! He has told all of us at Bible class that if we need to go anywhere, just give him a call! He is retired and so is available for "taxi" service. He told me on the way home that if Barbara and/or I need a driver for any reason just give him a call!!! That's what I call a real Christian! So I rode home with him then canceled my reservation on Dial-a-Ride! I should have remembered him saying that before about driving any of us anyplace. I may give him a call the next time I have a Dr. Appt.! We, (or they, the Bible Class ) are holding our meetings at his home now. Our "leader" had a stroke and just can't do it any more!
My Father was a convert to the Catholic religion. He had not been brought up in any religion and it must have been after I was born or even a few years later than that that he joined the Church. When we lived in the Western Wa. area we went to Church every Sunday but after moving back to the farm, we did make it to Church around Easter. Pullman was the closest town and was 20 miles away but might just as well have been 120 miles! The road to Wawawai was like a cow trail! One car was all that could make it at a time. If another car came from a different direction than you were traveling, one or the other had to back up to a wide enough space to let the other pass by! In the Spring, Summer, and Fall with farming there was no time! In the winter, the roads were all closed in with snow, etc. and so that made it an impossibility!! But when I was out of Grammer school and ready for High School, my Confirmation sponsors paid my way to go to a Catholic High School in Spokane. It was a fairly new school and the nuns took another girl and myself and "boarded " us. We had a room on the third floor of an old "mansion" and helped with the dishes, and the cleaning on Sats. and other off and ends of jobs. We had our own dining room just off the kitchen which was where we did our homework. (It was pretty nice because if you got stuck on some Math problem or couldn't figure something out in some subject or another, we had our private "tutors") But by the time that year was over we had lost the second place (farm) to the Depression and moved to Couer d'Alene. where there was a Catholic grammer school and a Catholic High school. And I graduated from the Academy and so did my sister Genevieve. And after that we all moved to Calif. where, like I said a few days ago, my Father got a job in a sawmill at White Pines in the Sierras. And where I got a job in a restaurant and met my husband Afton Farnsworth! More about that later. Our "meeting" is a story all by itself!
