I will be 58 come September. I grew up and made my First Communion and was Confirmed with the Mass in Latin. I was an altar boy until the beginning of my senior year in 1968.
Most importantly, I am not dead yet nor are many of my brothers and sisters who also grew up with Mass in Latin.
I would have to brush up on the rubrics, but I would have no problems with the Latin if I were required to serve today.
OK all you folks who were alive way back when and who aren’t dead yet…
We grew up with the Latin Mass. I had no problems with it. Did you?
Well, I was born in 1968. So… I was right there when it all started. Okay,I’m to blame. I admit it.
hangs head in shame
That being said …
I remember having a quieter (and to ME, it is more reverent) Mass. I’ve only ever been to NO Masses. I know no other type of Latin Rite Mass. I’ve been to Divine Liturgy and seriously, I’m considering switching, if anything, because Divine Liturgy seems to have far more respect than at Latin Rite Masses.
That being said … as I grew up, pre-teen in the late 70’s and a teen in the 80’s, I remember being at CCD and one of the teachers being all excited about how we could receive communion in the hand. I was being taught that the Holy Eucharist as the Real Presence of Christ and people wanted to
touch it?? That freaked me out, even as a little kid and I never felt comfortable then.
I noticed that Mass was getting louder and louder and there was all this hippy dippy music that I didn’t even like to begin with so to hear it in Mass made it worse. I was living in southern California at the time too…although I did spend summers in San Antonio so I was used to hearing
a Mass in another language, Spanish, so hearing Mass in a language I don’t know doesn’t scare me in the least bit.
But I was always taught I had to be reverent. I had to respect Mass. To this day I cannot cross my legs in Mass because I was taught that it was improper and rude. (I realize it’s not, really, but hey … old habits die hard, yanno?

) And I remember grandmother always wearing her mantilla even though she was “chided” by older cousins of mine that she no longer needed it.
We still refrained from meat on fridays. I remember being excited because we could go to McDonalds (yay! it was a TREAT back then, not an expected daily occurance) and get the McFish Sandwich. (Or whatever it was called.)
Maybe it was because I grew up in a mostly hispanic community (although I don’t know Spanish, figure that one out. :whacky

that I think things stayed a little more “traditional.” However, over time, Mass had all this music that wasn’t the really cool chants I remembered from the early 70’s. I really disliked it.
Along with not having my questions answered and what appeared to be a protestant revival tent show coming to my own Catholic church I left in the late 80’s. Coming back now I am really dismayed at what I see. I drive 30 minutes to a church here because at least they have a mass or two that there isn’t all this singing. They have a nice quiet mass that I can attend, and the bonus is that they even have a communion rail. We kneel to receive communion. Although some still receive in the hand, I’m grateful that the priest and the EMHCs know how to give communion to someone on the tongue.
And this is an NO mass.
I went to one on Sunday and the EMHC didn’t even know how to give communion to someone on the tongue. I think my beau and I may have been the only ones not to receiving in the hand. (I am
not knocking those who do, you do what you want.)
All of that being said, really… the ONLY thing that bothers me the most is that those of us who want a quiet, reverent mass, without all the “Guitar Hero! You ROCK!!!” dramatics and an appreciation for the cruciform church have to drive to far off parishes and being berated and chastised by those who like all that singing and noise and told we’re trying to act superior. No, we’re not. Not all of us like loudness all the time. Some of us do like quiet. And yet it is hard for us to find that quiet. I sometimes wonder if they’re merely trying to “put us in our place.” There is room in “modern times” for a quiet mass. Infact, IMO, we should strive for it - considering all the loudness we have around in our lives. Did God not say, “Be still and know that I am God?” Why must we party
at a sacrifice?
Like someone else said, even though I didn’t practice my faith, I always knew it was a rock solid foundation that I could trust. And yet coming back it is almost not like the Church I remembered. I say “almost” because there is one parish here that I like and go to. So, it is jolting. It’s distressing. And it makes some of us sad. I know it makes me sad. Sad that I feel like I’ve walked into a concert hall before Mass. Sad that I’m not sure where the crucifix is (I couldn’t find it at one church!). Sad that there is no tabernacle, within which is the body of our Lord Jesus Christ.