I have already explained Mary’s desire for us to attend the “Church of Convenience.” We went to the closest church to our home regardless of denomination. Needless to say, on most occasions, she did not accompany us. Once, when she had accompanied us to the little white church, the minister was preaching from the Gospel of Mark about taking the log out of your own eye and then removing the splinter in your neighbors, she leaned over to me and said, “I wish Mrs. Hudgins could hear this!”
However, on most Sundays, she remained at home and her religion remained a mystery to me. Her best friend Marge was Catholic and I noticed my mother buying Catholic medals and prayer cards. Then she began following the Catholic menu plan of fish on Friday. Being Mary, she served fried fish, macaroni and cheese, and baked beans with bacon every single Friday of the world. Even as a child, I realized she was a little off kilter.
My dad, who found her meals barely tolerable, most especially hated her creation of ribs with sauerkraut. She would place ribs or some other kind of pork on a bed of sauerkraut and bake it for an hour or so. It was pretty greasy (and if you have never had greasy sauerkraut, you have missed something). My dad always claimed she had made him unable to eat pork, and I don’t believe he ever had even a pork chop after separating from her.