(courtesy of the Oxnard Public Library)
There was a Baptist Church in the neighborhood. Every summer the preacher would round up us children and take us to their church. The teachers there told us about the Bible and God and Jesus and other good things of the Faith. We sang some songs and clapped our hands. The grownups said some prayers.
I liked going there. They were nice, friendly people and sincere in their concern for my eternal salvation. We were practicing Catholics so I had all that covered.
After the lessons they would serve us hot chocolate and cookies. I kept going back each summer. We never could afford hot chocolate and cookies at home.