Personal Narrative: When Church And Family Collide

When Church and Family Collide The giant, sea foam green building with the cross on the front is where I learned about myself and spent the first half of my life. The last time I went to visit it was the year I started high school. The hallways that echoed with my laughs and the memories of my childhood now looked so small. The room with the music controls my dad used to use so the voice of the choir could be heard by all did not excite me as much. No more did the wall made of rocks look climbable. It was all that I had remembered, but not. What made it more meaningful than any of these memories though, is that my grandfather was the head of the church. Because held this position my life was affected and influenced a lot. Through it all I have learned a valuable lesson. Church buildings change, and people change, but my grandfather has been the most influential and consistent faith figure in my life. Cathedral of Faith was my church in my small cow town called Chowchilla. I say mine because of the fact that my grandpa was the pastor and to my young mind that meant he was the King of the “palace” and so, of course, I was the princess. I did not have any friends at the church my own age. I was a seven-year-old girl …show more content…
When I am remembering all of the good times I feel a bit like E.B. White in his essay “Once More to the Lake”. In this essay he writes: “It seemed to me, as I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers had been infinitely precious and worth saving” (21). That is how I feel about the memories I hold dear. So many things have changed, but I will never forget the moments that meant the most. Even though the elderly people that went to church with have started passing away. I hear about the kids and now adults I was friends with. Some are married with children, others in the military and we have all grown up. The memories live on in