Monthly Archives: April 2016

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” These words of Charles Dickens could certainly have been descriptive of the 1970’s.The nation was embroiled in a war that split families apart, the cities were exploding with … Continue reading →

Since the arrival of Monsignor Murray work in the parish had tripled.This welcome change plus additional responsibilities for Sal found him overloaded.Besides all the day to day work he was on the Diocesan personnel board, and was finishing a Master’s … Continue reading →

The priests were blessed in Holy Trinity to have many persons committed to social justice. Not everyone was rich in Westbury, but by and large it was an upscale community. However, some of the local citizens were marginalized, and lived … Continue reading →

Meals at Holy Trinity rectory were almost inedible. The cook Aggie was truly a lovely person who took great pride in her work. Sal and Jack went to extraordinary lengths to avoid hurting her feelings. On more than one occasion … Continue reading →

Sal’s first real awareness that Jack Murphy could be as zany as he occurred in November of his first year at Holy Trinity. He knew Sal loved the opera so he decided to treat him to dinner in New York … Continue reading →

It is truly amazing how fast time flies when you are immersed in working day in and day out in a parish The first two years were quickly coming to a close since Sal had been assigned to Holy Trinity … Continue reading →

Some of the more interesting things that happen in a parish are in the confessional. In the darkness of the booth there are tears, sighs of relief and occasionally expressions of joy. .There are also sobs of regret , feelings … Continue reading →

There are two lines from Broadway shows that stuck with Sal as he began his teaching career in the parish.One was from the King and I.It said”When you are a teacher by your students you will be taught.The other was … Continue reading →

Life in a parish is a microcosm of what happens in the lives of people.There are moments of joy ,and times when the pain of a loss is searing. For Sal that first summer was somewhat routine, and as he … Continue reading →

In the words of the old cliché this was the first day of the rest of Sal’s life and his anxiety and anticipation were beyond measure. His mother had made a marvelous breakfast, but his gastric juices overwhelmed the assorted … Continue reading →