text: Part 1
  I was raised in Saskatoon where there was but one Ukrainian church, and because of secondary waves of immigration, that community was unwilling to yield to the needs of parents with minimal Ukrainian and fourth generation kids who spoke not a words. My parents were among the founders of a second parish intended for such as themselves. Unfortunately, shortly after the founding, we moved to Moose Jaw where the only Ukrainian church was Orthodox, which happens to have been the church of a Great Aunt my wife and I later came to love dearly. (When I was ordained deacon, she caught my eye questioning whether she and her family should approach to receive in a Ukrainian Catholic service, and of course I invited them forward.) In today's atmosphere, I image we would have gone to the Orthodox church, but back then it was out of the question. (My father was raised Orthodox but became Catholic when he married.) So, for the rest of my years at home, we went to the RC church and RC schools.