After Mass we visited my mom, and my sister and her family. This is what Sundays are supposed to be like! A day to spend with God and family.
One of the things I enjoy about having moved back to the West Kootenays is that I now live closer to my family and the area where I spent my childhood. Yesterday my sister and myself and our husbands attended Mass at the church we attended as children, the Sacred Heart Church in Proctor. There have been some changes, but it's basically the way I remember it back in the day when the Mass was always offered in Latin.
The old altar is still there, but it now has a modern altar in front of it, and the old pump organ at the back of the church is gone. The communion rail is gone too, and so is the confessional. How sad.
There was an old gentleman there that remembered my family, he is the Godfather to one of my sisters; we talked about the old ways and he said he doesn't see why some of the responses can't be sung in Latin like they once were- I think he would like to see a return to the Mass of the Ages. His wife, on the other hand..... well, you'll have to check Salve Regina in a day or two for a post on her views......
One of the neat things about this church is that you have to go across a bridge to get to it, there is a little creek that rolls and tumbles just a few feet away from the door, and during Mass when the windows are open you can hear the creek- a wonderful gentle murmur that is so much better than the sounds of traffic that invade Mass in the city!