The Church of my childhood, St. Michael the Archangel, Jerome St., Brooklyn, NY. I look at this picture and I envision myself processing up and down the marble-floored isles in my white, first communion dress and veil, hands clasped in prayer 🙏 as the organ played somber, spiritual songs. Honestly, I can even smell the incense. One more interesting fact about St. Michael’s: my father, Charles A. Fries , Sr., born in 1915, attended elementary school here also. It was considered the German Parish in our area, and as you can see from this photo, it was extremely elaborate- almost Cathedral-like. The Irish ☘️ Parish, nearby was very modest, almost like a country church-St. Malachy’s
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