A Young Catholic Missal
By Rev. Demetrius Manousos
Ill. by Catherine Barnes
Copyright 1954
While the Mass of my childhood is slightly different than the 1954 Mass depicted in this children’s book, looking through the pages does bring back some very early memories.
My first memories of going to church are from quiet early
morning Masses I attended with my mother.
I was always an early riser and sometimes when I got up very, very
early, I could catch my mother before she headed out the door to church. I knew she was going to church because she was
wearing a little hat with a veil. I
think I remember her wearing skirts and nylons too, and that was definitely not
a common occurrence! She was most likely
hoping to get some quiet time without children before the start of a busy day,
but I wouldn’t hesitate to ruin her plans by asking if I could go with. And I remember that sometimes she would sigh
deeply, but then agree to take me along.
I didn’t know why we went to Mass, it was just something we did.
This little book uses simple language to attempt to explain
something very mysterious. I say
attempt, because how can you really explain the unexplainable in words?
I’ll be taking a little walk down my block today to go to
church for Easter Mass – the same church I went to so many years ago as a very
young child. While I have a greater
understanding than I did back then, no book can really explain to me what is
happening at the Mass. After all, faith
is so much more than words.