I attended many masses at Holy Rosary over the first 24 years of my life and have visited and enjoyed my time in Holy Rosary church for 52 years, was baptized, had my 1st confession in the ultra cool confessionals, had my 1st communion, got confirmed in the Catholic faith as a teenager, attended many marriages of family and friends, said my emotional goodbyes to friends and family at funerals, worked at many a pancake breakfast in the basement, went to dances in the basement of the church, ran a youth group for a couple years in the basement, watched one my favorite people, now Fr. David Young, celebrate his 1st mass as a priest at Holy Rosary, was a lector, a eucharistic minister, sang in the choir, played my flute during masses, climbed the bell tower, snuck up to the choir loft to get a majestic view, stared in awe at the ginormous stain glassed windows, spent time in the parish library watching brides get ready for their big day and sat next to my very loud singing, off key grandmother who had attended Holy Rosary school when she was a little girl in the 1920s and 30s loving that church till the day she passed.
If Holy Rosary was a grand old lady I would say that I loved her. I weep now wondering what her fate is and wondering if there’s anything that can be done to save her. If only I had 10 friends with a million bucks laying around. Losing Holy Rosary church would be like losing a family member.
My roots are in that church which may not mean much to anyone else but to me, it would be a travesty to lose a 100 year old keeper of my heart, my childhood, my friend… keep your eyes and ears open in case there’s an opportunity to help a save her in the near future.
Tami Driscoll