It was spring of 1967, and St. Joseph Catholic Church in Circleville, Ohio, was conducting the most sacred of Masses, presenting First Holy Communion to those students in the second grade.
I was one of those students. All decked out in a hand-me-down coat and a poorly knotted tie, I was nervous. Was I worthy? Under the ironfisted rule of Sister Marie Claude's training, I certainly felt like I was.
