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martininthefiel
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My family was Jewish, mostly Reform, especially on my maternal grandmother’s side. My maternal grandfather was Orthodox, and practiced daily Jewish prayer rituals, but often worked on Saturdays. He would occasionally go ‘off-the-rails’ and insist on very Orthodox practices, but mostly he was pretty moderate, although he sometimes expressed outright hostility to Christianity, going as far as spitting when he passed a church. I found this latter habit objectionable, even at a young age. My grandmother and grandfather did not attend the same shul, because my grandmother objected to men and women sitting separately. Her family had been Reform Jews from the beginning of the movement in the 19th century.(Baltimore had the first Reform temple in the U.S.) My father’s side of the family was mostly indifferent to religion, but attended services on the High Holidays.
My maternal grandmother had what I would term an ‘inordinate interest’ in the Catholic Church. A large number of her friends were Catholics, including several nuns. One of those nuns gave her a Rosary, which she continued to carry in her handbag for the rest of her life. My grandmother insisted on watching Cardinal Sheen’s TV program weekly, as well as another local Catholic program. She also used to play the OF (Protestant version) on the radio every morning, and sing Christmas Carols. Both of these practices drove my grandfather crazy. She was a close friend of the then governor of Maryland, and once took his children to a Jewish Temple on a Saturday morning. Mrs. O’Conor was, as they say, not amused, but it didn’t end the friendship. She also insisted that I attend a local Jesuit high school. (As a Jew, I didn’t have to take religion classes.)
All this brings-up the question of whether she secretly converted at some point, or converted and later changed her mind. My mother thought this to be the case.
I converted to Anglicanism in college, and later to Catholicism. That’s another story, which I’ll talk about when I have more time.
My maternal grandmother had what I would term an ‘inordinate interest’ in the Catholic Church. A large number of her friends were Catholics, including several nuns. One of those nuns gave her a Rosary, which she continued to carry in her handbag for the rest of her life. My grandmother insisted on watching Cardinal Sheen’s TV program weekly, as well as another local Catholic program. She also used to play the OF (Protestant version) on the radio every morning, and sing Christmas Carols. Both of these practices drove my grandfather crazy. She was a close friend of the then governor of Maryland, and once took his children to a Jewish Temple on a Saturday morning. Mrs. O’Conor was, as they say, not amused, but it didn’t end the friendship. She also insisted that I attend a local Jesuit high school. (As a Jew, I didn’t have to take religion classes.)
All this brings-up the question of whether she secretly converted at some point, or converted and later changed her mind. My mother thought this to be the case.
I converted to Anglicanism in college, and later to Catholicism. That’s another story, which I’ll talk about when I have more time.