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by Fr. Al |
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Does anyone here know anything about this church? I grew up in South Dorset, VT, not so far away. We once went to a Paschal Liturgy there. I honestly can't remember anything as I was maybe 8 years old. My father was under the impression that it was a Russian Orthodox Church until he heard the Pope being commemorated. As I said, I can't remember a thing; plus in those days, I knew nothing in any Slavic language. Some years later, about 1998, I was on my way to Vermont from Jordanville, NY. I stopped in to see the church. There was a Fr. Stockert there at the time. It seemed then that the parish was dying. Fr. Stockert said that there had been many Slovaks and Rusyns who had worked in the slate quarries. I wonder if anyone out there remembers this church and it's community.
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by Allyson |
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I know this is an old thread, but Granville caught my eye. My Irish Great Grandfather worked in the mines there and that is where my Grandmother grew up. I did not learn until much much later in life that one of her brothers married a Ukranian, and I suspect that was the parish that she could have been from. I am fuzzy on the details, because of generation time and that being a different branch of the family. I think at least one of their children was married at a Byzantine parish. As far as I know, no one closely related to me still lives in Granville, just like most of my relatives left Dolgeville. My Dad and all his brothers went on to have careers that they could not have locally. I grew up about 4-5 hours away.
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by Fr. Al |
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Thank you for the information! To clarify, my dad took us to that church for Easter circa 1960. That was my first experience in any Eastern church. My mother had taken us to Protestant services closer to home. I honestly cannot remember a thing. Dad had thought that it was a "Russian" church. Neither of my parents had me baptized in their respective churches. My own baptism was at St. Nicholas OCA church in Pittsfield, MA at age 18. Funny story, I couldn't speak Russian at the time. I later learned Russian, along with Ukrainian and Slovak. Fr. Jozef had come from Slovakia a year or so earlier. I thought he spoke Russian well; later found out that he came here speaking only Slovak and po-nasomu. He was learning Russian as well, but the knowledge of his native tongues put him ahead of me! Fr. Jozef reposed two years ago. His daughter sent me his gold cross, which I wear over my cassock and sometimes when serving. I was blessed to concelebrate for his funeral. Vicnaja jemu pamjat'!
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