Having been there, I can add this. For too many Catholics today, an hour in Church once a week, maybe a Christmas or Easter Mass and you’re done. Back when there were three or four TV channels, Bishop Fulton Sheen had a TV program called “Life is Worth Living.” It ran from 1952 to 1957.
In the back of my Church were racks filled with shirt pocket-size booklets that covered a wide variety of issues. Going to Church was like breathing. Even as kids, we knew God was in there, what the Eucharist was. The Priest said, “Body of Christ” and there was no question that it was literal. Religion class was meant to give age-appropriate understanding to young people about the faith. And for adults, there were religious groups devoted to Mary or the Sacred Heart. There was a set of banners in the front of the Church.
Once I saw the priest walking down the street and I asked my mom, where is he going? He was carrying something and she told me he was visiting someone who was sick. The Life we were taught was lived out every day. Every day. We understood good and bad, right and wrong and how to interact with others. Our faith was lived. We feared God. Unlike today, for too many.
Abortion was unheard of. (We knew it happened but it was not legal in the US.)
Divorce was rare.
There was a home run by nuns for ‘wayward girls.’
And we were neat and clean and polite.
You could turn on the TV and watch it as a family since there was no immoral content, unlike today.
And Christmas. The decorations. Christ is born! Beautiful editorials in the newspapers, and Merry Christmas! in public. A group called the ACLU helped to get God out of view.
Ed
I was there too; but a lot of what you talk about was cultural Catholicism. A big question was "How late can I come to Mas, and how early can I leave, and still fulfill my obligation. That word still rattles my cage - and yes, I fully realize that the Church aware that many Catholics are weak sucks, “obliges” us to go to Mass.
Strange, but in countries like Poland while under Soviet domination, and places like China and Vietnam, you don’t hear minimalistic, legalistic discussions about “obligation”; they will risk their life to go to Mass.
In the 50’s, which naturally lead to the 60’s, we had way, way too many bishops who were far better at administration than they were about being shepherds; it is no wonder, with the dearth of Christ-like leadership, that things blew apart at the seams after Vatican 2 when, for example, we had 200 theologians taking out full page ads telling the pew warmers they did not have to follow that old celibate idiot in the Vatican about birth control, and that their bishops had no clue.
The bishops who had not led, but had rather administered, were so totally flummoxed that they simply ducked and continued to administer while the house burned down.
We tend to look at history through rose colored glasses. What too many see as the heyday of “Bing Crosby” Catholicism was a shell which looked great on the outside, but was replete with flaws, as was soon shown when it hit the fan. We had a lot of people who knew the rules, but failed to understand that the rules were not the essence of Catholicism; becoming Christ-like was - and is.
Christ was constantly upbraiding the Pharisees who knew the law backwards and forwards. Christ never said the laws were useless, or meaningless; but He tried to get the point across that following Him was not about “obligations”, but about Love - of Him, of the Father, of one another, and of our enemies.
The “Bing Crosby” view of Catholicism was indicative of the massive desire of Catholics to be “accepted” - see, we were really not all that different from the Protestants, whom we so dearly wanted to like us and accept us, and let us in to their clubs and business and social circles. We were really upset out here in Oregon when the Klan, in their bed sheets, burned crosses on Catholic property. Fast forward a generation, and good ol’ Bingo was smoking his pipe and being “Fatherly”, trying to show that we all were not that different. Yeah, those were really the good old days, just trying to fit in.