My story: DW and I met when I was in grad school. We were married in the university parish church. This was 1978.
We attended the cathedral parish, however, because there was none of the guitar masses, etc. that were part and parcel of the university parish church. In 1981, number one son was born. We were not members of the cathedral parish but were members of a fairly orthodox parish - where we registered and had number one baptised.
DW’s father passed away shortly thereafter and we moved into a trailer to take care of DW’s mother. This was 1982. We began attending DW’s parish. Father would sweep out of the procession to greet people and clasp their arms. Father would leave the sanctuary to greet people and shake their hands during the sign of peace. Didn’t matter which Mass you went to. 7 am on Sunday was the same as 10:30.
I just couldn’t handle it. So I stopped going. In 1983 one of my co-workers was a paid chorister at the cathedral. Hey, they needed singers - who knew Latin. Bingo! Knew Latin, sang in kid’s choir (in Latin), sang in glee club in Catholic high school …joined the cathedral choir and drove 25 miles to Mass.
First year…I have to admit we were pretty pedantic. It was nice to sing the Asperges Me but we were not challenged.
In 1984, we had a new bishop and a new pastor. Out went Latin. Fr. Frank brought in a new organist and a new choir director . In September 1984 number two son was born. We had been attending the cathedral for over a year and we both said, this is where we will raise our kids. So we looked into what we had to do to transfer our membership from DW’s parish in which we lived 25 miles to the south of us.
You need a letter from the pastor. Called parish. Pastor said come meet with me. So I did. Why do you want to be a member of the cathedral parish which is downtown and 25 miles away?
Father, I mean no disrespect but it is more reverent. WHAT??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Father, I grew up with the Latin Mass and Latin. I don’t like either the music or all the running up and down the aisles during Mass.
Oy! Out came bell, book, and candle. Father dismissed me - yep, that’s the right word, and said we would hear from him. We got such a letter from him…oh, such a letter from him…“If you die, I will not respond.” I’m not making it up.
Took said letter to Father at cathedral parish. He read it, went white-faced, and said “don’t worry about it”. Twenty-three plus years later, we’re still members of the cathedral parish and anyone can become a member of the cathedral parish without having to go through their geographic pastor. So, yes, parish shopping is something which needs to be considered.
And, yes, if and when the MP is issued, we will have a Latin Mass. Too many of us boomers and those of our parents’ generation or just before still alive. BTW, when we joined the cathedral parish in 1984 there were 200 members. Our ranks are close to 2000 today.