St Valentine’s Church

I went to st Val’s for 8 years from 1966 to 1974. I spent years as an altar boy and know this fine church like the back of my hand. Many times I worked the early service which was in Polish. My father went to church everyday and usually went to the early Polish service. This put me in the awkward position of having to worry that he would notice any mistakes I would make during the mass. One time I was altar boying the Polish mass with my friend Billy Emerick. Sitting across the altar from the other altar boy was something you did through a large portion of the mass. This one day we looked at each other and just starting cracking up. Our giggles grew into a muted laughter that I’m sure bothered many of the mostly older Polish parishioners, none more than my Father sitting in the front row. As I entered the living room that day to eat the apple turnover from the hilltop bakery I wasn’t sure what expect. I was amazed when he simply said «you and your buddy looked like idiots up there» in his best Abe Vagoda voice. If I was still living in Bloomfield I would still be going to St Valentines church.