But I am old enough to remember what Sunday Mass was like in my pre Vatican II parish. At Sunday Mass, everyone was friendly and there was a great deal of socializing, both before and after mass—all of it occuring in the parking lot, in front of the church, on the church steps, and sometimes in the vestibule. But once one opened the door from the vestibule to the church and entered, perfect silence reigned. People entered silently; whole families entered silently, genuflected, knelt and prayed. No one spoke. A Baptist friend I once took with me to Mass commented on it, amazed at the silence. But that was normal. Outside, after Mass, and in the vestibule, conversation and visiting began again and persisted for a while. Those who stayed in church to pray after Mass were undisturbed.