My Priest Remembered

This post is not about religion.

It’s about a memory.

It just happens to have a religious connection.

I was raised Catholic.

I know what I know about the Catholic church through my own experiences and life.  I don’t write this about the church or the many issues the church faces.   We hear a lot of bad about a lot of priests.   I am happy to say that I don’t have any thing like that to report.

This isn’t about that.

This is about a man.

I have a wonderful recollection about my childhood priest.

Father Schmidt.

I loved him.

We went to a Catholic grade school.  We could, and did, walk next door to attend church on a regular basis through out the week.   As students we participated in the church.  Sang in the church.   Had our sacraments as a class at the church.

And we had Fr. Schmidt.

Visually I remember him as a lean man, with coal black hair, a rather prominent nose, and in my eyes, very regal in his all black ‘regular’ clothes with the white collar peaking out.  Or very regal in his vestments as he led us through mass in church.

I remember feeling comfortable around him.  And I remember smiling when he walked into a room.

I remember him always being about.  In the school.  In the church.  On the playground.  I remember we all flocked to him.   As children should be able to do with their priest.

I remember loving him.

I remember he turned sixty when I was in grade school and we all made him cards.  I mimicked “60 Minutes” the TV show as my card for him.   It’s odd that I remember this at all.  Seeing as how my childhood memories seem very limited.  But I remember him clearly.

I remember the last time I saw him and told him I would be getting married, not in the Catholic church.   He had a cold, and was possibly more sick than that.  He was disappointed.

I moved away.

I never saw him again.  Though I have looked for him.  I suspect he has passed, as old as he must be now.

When my father died my brother walked in and held his hand down by his hip, waving from first one side, then the other.  As  he dropped his hand to  hip level, parallel to the ground wave he said “who am I?”

He kept doing it.  I had no idea I said.   He said “Father Schmidt!”

And I smiled again.

Remembering his smile as he walked from the back of the church to the front, to start us out with blessings and prayers.  And as he walked back down the center aisle, always dropping his hand to his hip and waving that low little wave to any of the children who’s eye he caught.   I wonder if the other kids always waited and wanted to be one of the lucky ones to catch his eye?

While the world focuses on black smoke and white smoke, or reads headlines about a child abused….

I take comfort in my memories of this man, this priest.

He served his congregation, his charges, his church, his God well.

I think he would have made a fabulous Pope!  And you bet I would be watching for that little wave from the balcony.

22 thoughts on “My Priest Remembered

  1. Beautiful Colleen.I too remember my days of Parochial school with fondness and the people that were a part of those days.Such a nice tribute to a man no matter who he was.Loved this!

    Like

    • Thank you LexiesNana. I have such empathy for those who do not have fond memories for various reasons. But there are wonderful men and women devoting their lives to their beliefs and I just know he was one of them. 🙂

      Like

    • I have, since childhood, had many priests and preachers in my life. I’ve been very fortunate with these holy men and women. But Fr. Schmidt will always have a special place. I’m glad others can share this kind of feeling with me.

      Like

  2. So beautiful, Colleen … I’m sure that Father Schmidt would have done a fantastic job as the Pope. He must have had roots in Germany with that surname.
    Love your story .. even if I’m not big fan of the catholic church – not of any church what that matters, but you know that.
    I’m sure that Father Schmidt has a big smile … just now .. after your post now.

    Like

    • Thanks Viveka. I hope he is smiling. I wish I could find a picture of him. I feel like I see him clearly in my thoughts but I’d still like a picture. Is it wrong to try and picture him as the pope? 🙂

      Like

  3. I love memories like this! It proves it really is the little things that people remember. That little wave meant something, however small of a gesture it was. That’s the kind of stuff that really sticks with me!

    Like

    • And now I can’t think of one without the other. My brother doing the wave makes me think of Fr. Schmidt. The memory of Fr. Schmidt makes me think of my brother. You’re right. The little things that are special…

      Like

  4. What a happy memory and a blessing he was to you. For me it was Bishop Reese and Sister Patricia. I would love to tell them about the seeds they planted in me! 😉

    Like

  5. I’m glad to hear a positive story about a priest Colleen. When I watch the news about the Pope being elected, all I can think about are paedophiles. Terrible that its come to that.

    Like

    • That makes sense. The only thing we have heard about “priests” and the Catholic church for years is the molestation story. Which should be reported.

      Sadly that over shadows the HUGE congregation left who are prayerful, honest and try their best to live up to the standards of their faith. Honest working. Charity. Kindness. Etc.

      Like

  6. It would have been enormously meaningful to him to receive all those cards by you kids, Colleen – and the 60 Minutes one would have stood out.

    God bless good people, spirits, those who diminish the ill.

    I don’t like to even think in the Catholic church’s direction, but yes, this was no way about religion. Way above and beyond mere religion.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.