My maternal grandmother was born in Albion NY in 1891. My mother and her sister have often mentioned that they would like to take the 90-minute drive to visit the town. Today was the day we made it happen. It was the very best kind of a day for a road trip. Western New York is having a string of perfect weather. The leaves are about half changed and not many have fluttered down.
Our first stop in the tiny town of Albion was the church my grandmother attended as a child. Back then, it was St. Joseph's. Now, after a diocesean re-organization, it was combined with another parish and re-named Holy Family. It is a beautiful church featuring massive amounts of pink marble. The alter is exquisite. Here is a picture: (credit Woj Photography)
This photograph makes it look considerably larger than it really is. Being that it is indeed a small world, the priest that celebrated the mass was my aunt's former pastor In Niagara Falls. Furthermore, this priest's father worked on the railroad with my grandfather. He even had a story he remembered about my grandfather, Daniel Buckley;
Dan Buckley and a companion were walking down the street. As they walk past a local gin mill, they notice a man stagger out and proceed to vomit. Seeking to comfort the afflicted, Dan Buckley lays his hand on the poor man's shoulder and says, "Better an empty house than a bad tenant".
And so it goes...