In the early days, the priest came from Danielson every other Sunday morning to hold Mass here at eleven o’clock, just one service. The Sunday in between we just didn’t go to church. Sometimes the priest couldn’t get here because of bad weather conditions and we waited until noon and then went home because church rules didn’t allow a Mass after that time. But we made good use of that time for visiting.
Anna McDermott

When I first came in the thirties, at the Catholic Church, the priest would come on Sunday for the service, and that was it.
Stanley Gula

Father Markowicz married us. He buried both of my parents and baptized both of my children. He will always be most special.
Claire Winters

When Father Deasey was there, I always looked forward to Church. He always said something to make you feel special.
Dorothy Fox

I remember Father Crane’s great energy. He was skilled at networking. Old ship bells were used for the bell tower. He could take things that others were casting aside and reuse them in new ways.
Barbara O’Connor

I’ll remember Father Mac for many wonderful things, but especially for the time he spent with my mother and our family on the night she passed away. As always, he was such a comfort.
Gloria Burell.

Father Boulanger was kind to children. He talked to them from the altar and tried to make the Mass meaningful for them.
Felix Winters

Father Sickler was our parish priest for a relatively short period of time, but time enough to make many lifelong friends, especially those who shared his passion for sports.
Nancy Bradley

Father Schloth, a quiet and spiritual man, with a ready smile, invited and encouraged me as a disabled member of the parish to be a member of the parish council and to use what gifts I might have for the church.
Kathy Burell