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Father's religion was grim and stern, Mother's gentle Father's operated through the Presbyterian, Mother's through the Anglican Church. _Our_ religion was hybrid: on Sunday morning we were Presbyterian, Sunday evening we were Anglican.
Our little Presbyterian legs ached from the long walk to church on Sunday morning. Our hearts got heavy and our eyes tired before the Presbyterian prayers and the long Presbyterian sermon were over. Even so, we felt a strong "rightness" about Father's church which made it endurable. Through scorch of summer heat, through snow and rain, we all taggled along behind Father. Toothaches, headaches, stomach-aches--nothing was strong enough to dodge or elude morning religion.