Funny how things stick in the mind.
Our old church in St. Shotts, Newfoundland sadly burnt to the ground a few years ago. Not to despair though, because the fine people of our community and Holy Redeemer Parish quickly set to work to raise funds and built a new church. It's lovely, but when I picture the church, my mind goes back to that old structure not the new one that stands in its place today.
It was there that I was baptized, made my first communion/confession, sang and played in the choir, celebrated weddings, and attended funerals.