Thought I’d share a funny story about the bells from my childhood. Whenever the ice cream truck would come around my neighborhood ringing his bell, my parents would ask my younger sister, who was probably a toddler at the time, if she was a good girl. Of course, if she was, she was allowed to have ice cream. After a while, as soon as she heard the ice cream bell ringing, she’d run to my parents saying, “I good girl!” One Sunday morning, after the bells rang in church, my sister shouted out, “I good girl!” I enjoy the bells in church and am happy my current parish still uses them. However, sometimes the bells in church can be a bit distracting for me because, if even for a moment, my mind occasionally flashes back to that funny morning in church! Hopefully, God got as much of a chuckle out of it as we did. :angel1: