I know why my wife Annmarie left the Catholic church once, but it’s a very long story. Are you ready? You might want to read this in bits and pieces.
We both grew up in the suburbs of Cleveland, but we didn’t meet each other until the summer of 2005. I had moved to St Louis in 1988 but came back to Cleveland for my high school reunion in 2005. I was staying with a classmate and her husband and was supposed to contact by classmate when I arrived at their house and found the key to get in. But I didn’t call. So, my classmate (who was at work) called up her neighbor, Annmarie, and asked her to go over to her house to see if I was there. Annmarie refused and hung up the phone. The first reason she refused and hung up was because I graduated from high school in 1974, and Annmarie graduated from high school in 1986 and didn’t have any desire to meet an “old guy” as she put it. (Note: In 2005, she was 37 and I was 50.) Fact is, I was in Cleveland to attend my high school Class of '74 50th Birthday Bash.
The second reason Annmarie hung up the phone was because she lived in an un-air-conditioned house, and it was 98 degrees that day. She was hot and tired and didn’t feel like moving. So she didn’t. My classmate called her three more times before Annmarie finally agreed to go over to her house to see if I was there. Since Annmarie was going to travel outside in the hot weather, she wanted to make sure it was worth the trip. So she asked my classmate, “Ok, I’ll go over there, but just out of curiousity, is he single?” Classmate replied, “Oh, he’s not your type, Annmarie.” Fast forward two more months, and we got engaged. Four months after that, we got married, in December 2005. So that’s the beginning of the story.
Now, back to the “why she left the church” question. Annmarie is a professional singer and actually met Pope John Paul II at the Vatican (she has a cool picture of her and the Pope) and also sang in the Notre Dame Cathedral in France. She’s also sung at weddings and other neat places too. I’m a military guy, so she’s also sung for several four-star generals at various military dinners.
Annmarie was used to singing in front of a lot of people and had no trouble doing that. Plus, she absolutely LOVED to sing in the St Malachi’s church choir in Cleveland, especially during Holy Week before Easter. But when she made the mistake of marrying me and moved herself and our two little ones (aged 3 and 7 at the time) from Cleveland to St Louis, she had to leave St Malachi’s Church and find another Catholic Church choir in the St Louis metro east area. She found one big Catholic church that had TWO large choirs, so she happily joined one of them. At St Malachi’s, a very large church, she was also the main cantor and got to sing a LOT during Holy Week. At her new church, she had to try out to be a cantor, which puzzled her. She’d come home and say to me, “I’m a professional singer. I have a nice voice. How come I have to try out to be a cantor?”
As you all know, one of the prayers sung during Holy Week is “Litany of the Saints.” Well, Annmarie had professionally recorded that prayer a few months earlier (if you want, you can hear a snippet of it here:
www.cdbaby.com/cd/annmarie8). But, the choir director picked someone else to sing it during Holy Week. Turns out, the poor lady wasn’t a professional singer, got really nervous, and didn’t sing well, so that was a shame. We were all rooting for her to do a good job. Plus, the choir director also only let Annmarie sing on Easter Sunday, in the morning only. Annmarie was used to singing every day during Holy Week, in the afternoon masses and evening masses. Now she was only singing once in the morning on Easter. At this church, unlike at St Malachi’s, you kind of had to earn your stripes so to speak before they’d let you do things. Plus, there was an unfriendly competition between the two choirs. It wasn’t fun, so Annmarie left the choir and left the church.
That was then. Now, I’m happy to report she has found a new church and is singing a LOT and loving every minute of it. So, that’s our story. Now, did I bore all of you?

God Bless You, Jim.