Dad's
funeral was held at St. Rita's Church in
Sierra Madre. The front of the church, behind the altar, had a modern
design which I was no fan of. I don't know who scheduled the
funeral. I think people don't have a lot of options when a death occurs.
They take what is available. Set in the foothills above Sierra Madre on a
rainy day, one could not ask for anything more portentous.
The interior was
modern. Construction for the church began in 1908 and completed in
1910. A parochial school opened in 1922. In
1968, the second structure of St. Rita's was demolished and a third structure
was built in 1970 to give the chapel it's modern look seen here.
It lacked tradition, and given Sierra Madre's thirst for legacy, one would have
thought . . . oh, well. But this is where his funeral was held. For
some reason, the secretary from Realty World showed up.
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