The following testimonial was submitted by "JS":
My decision to make the switch from the Novus Ordo to the Traditional Latin Mass was 43 years in the making. I am a cradle Catholic who was born during the height of the liturgical revolution (1975). My mother is Catholic and she was a teenager when the TLM was driven underground. I’m not sure when her parents became cultural Catholics, but by the time I gained the age of reason, I knew that they no longer attended Mass outside of major holidays. My Father was raised in a nominally protestant household, and he did not convert to Catholicism when marrying my Mom (He now is a Catholic. Praise be Jesus Christ!). Luckily though at the time, he agreed to raise my sister and me as Catholics. We were baptized, confirmed and attended Catholic schools from 1st through 12th grade. Unfortunately, looking back, my knowledge of what my religion required of me did not differ much from my protestant friends. I never was taught or even picked up a Baltimore Catechism (or anything similar) until I was in my 40s. I basically knew that Catholics had male priests who were required to be celibate, going to Mass on Sundays was a big deal, and not eating meat on Fridays during lent was a thing. Other than that I assumed we were just one of many Christian options.
I'm not entirely sure why we haven't settled down and planted roots. Perhaps it's a habit caused by switching coasts to go to college and spending the first four years of my career in the Army. Maybe it's the prohibitive cost of raising a family in Orange County or San Francisco, where Rochelle and I are from. A priest friend responded when I announced our last move, "so you're serving mammon?"
From Boston, to Kentucky, to Washington State, to San Jose, to Dallas, to Greenville South Carolina, to central Illinois, we've felt adrift at times, at home at others, but never rooted.
We bought a house for the first time in 2017, in the Dallas area, with school, our parish, and my work within a four mile radius.
We moved six months later. Exasperated with the endless changes, I declared that if we ever moved again, we would require
Until a job in Illinois presented a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that suppressed all three essentials.
When do we know when we're home? How do we decide that a move for career outweighs the toll on the family? I hope this site will help fellow trads share stories of how they're finding or building community.
Floyd Anderson is a husband and father of five. He lives in Bloomington, IL.