I was a den mother for the Cub Scouts in the church.

She was their little mother.

Henry always had my back.

I still can see it. At night, sometimes, I remember. Something like that you don't forget.

When we'd go to church, my mother would say, 'Ask the priest your questions.' And the priest was quite indulgent, ... Often he'd say, 'We haven't figured that out yet, my boy.' When I heard that, I was free, I was overjoyed -- I could create [my own] answers.

This is a historic moment. We were the mother church to all Catholic churches in the area. This building is drenched in history and tradition.