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Ernest Rodriguez' "Impressions," 1960s-1980s
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IMPRESSIONS and just plain life and the elements to prove the existence of God and the truth of the Catholic Church. I finished it and I knew I wanted to be a Catholic. One day I walked down to a Catholic Church on West Jackson Bld. near Ashland. I had been going to mass there on Sundays. I approached the rectory and lost my courage and went on by. I started back again and I notice a small build priest walking towards the rectory at a fast gait. As we closed the distance between us his eyes met mine and he said, "Did you want to talk to me?" I don't know how he guessed, but I followed him into the rectory. He told he he was from Spain and we spoke in Spanish. He missed Spain but he had been stationed here at this church to serve the many hispanics of the parish. Mexicans and Puertoricans mostly. He set a date for my baptism and told me to bring my padrinos. I asked Johnny a cuate from the barrio back home who had married a girl in Chicago and was living down around 18th and Racine. He and his wife acted as my padrinos. After we left the church Johnny kidded me about being his son and laughed in that crazy way of his.
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IMPRESSIONS and just plain life and the elements to prove the existence of God and the truth of the Catholic Church. I finished it and I knew I wanted to be a Catholic. One day I walked down to a Catholic Church on West Jackson Bld. near Ashland. I had been going to mass there on Sundays. I approached the rectory and lost my courage and went on by. I started back again and I notice a small build priest walking towards the rectory at a fast gait. As we closed the distance between us his eyes met mine and he said, "Did you want to talk to me?" I don't know how he guessed, but I followed him into the rectory. He told he he was from Spain and we spoke in Spanish. He missed Spain but he had been stationed here at this church to serve the many hispanics of the parish. Mexicans and Puertoricans mostly. He set a date for my baptism and told me to bring my padrinos. I asked Johnny a cuate from the barrio back home who had married a girl in Chicago and was living down around 18th and Racine. He and his wife acted as my padrinos. After we left the church Johnny kidded me about being his son and laughed in that crazy way of his.
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