Part 7: Church

We all file into church and it is packed and cold. They push me in to go sit down but I don't move, I'm not sure what to do, or where to go.

Nika's in her car resting, she didn't want to come into church. That was fine. I felt I had to go for the family and all.

We file in the pews and sit and pray and sing. My family takes communian and I stay in my place. I thought this part would really akward but it wasn't. No everyone got up, which made me feel better.

I should remind folks that everything was in Polish, the sermon and all. It is really cold, no heat, that is to much money but it was o.k. you could just see your breath.

The service went about an hr-ish and they did mention my family, I mean the distant ones because it was Stan's 1st year of his death coming up.

It was amazing and still is amazing to me to be in the real church that my great, great grandmother were praying in and got christened in!. and I was there also now like over 100 years later!