I descend from some of the earliest settlers who came to
this country searching for religious freedom.
Some were on the Mayflower and later ships and some came later during
the Palantine onslaught. But, the religious ideas that I have today
came down through my great grandparents.
Neither one of them were born Catholic, but they were probably the most
devout Catholics that I have ever known.
My Great Grandparents Wedding Picture |
Granddad Gage was most likely born in the Presbyterian
Church. His father, Orlando Gage, was an
Elder in the Presbyterian Church at Esperance, NY and in fact, I have a copy of
letter that was essentially a memorial to Orlando Gage. I’ve no idea of the exact denomination of
Edith Gallup’s family’s religious affiliation.
I suspect that they were probably Baptist. One of the few records that I can find on
Edith’s grandmother, Hannah Conover, is that she married Abram Montanye at the
Baptist Church at Rider’s Corners, Charleston, Montgomery Co., NY. There also seems to be a strong vein of the
Raritan Reformed Dutch Church association running through the Montanye
family. Either way, they were far from
Catholicism.
Grandma Gage was also born into the Presbyterian
Church. Her father was an elder in the
church at Decatur, NE and I know that her grandfather was a preacher back in
West Virginia who was referred to as “Brother Shawver” or “Shoutin George
Shawver.” Perhaps that is how my great
grandparents originally met was through church, however, I am not really
sure. But when they chose to get
married, they married in the Catholic Church.
Granddad Gage and spent a few years working for Linus Brenner, and he
and his family were devout Catholics.
After a few years of attending church with them, he converted to Catholicism
as did my grandmother. I think this event
occurred before their marriage, because their eldest son was baptized as were
all of their children.
My Grandmother's 1st Communion |
Their religious beliefs had a strong impact on their life
and how they raised their families.
Throughout all of the hard times, I think that their faith kept them
strong. I know that when they lived up
on Hatter Creek and the weather was so bad, my grandmother would read the Bible
and they would still observe church even at home. All of her children grew up going to church and respecting the church and its traditions. Not all of their children continued their
practice of going to church…some left and never really came back and others
returned and have enjoyed a strong relationship with their church. Some of my happiest memories as a child going
to church was going to church with my great grandparents. Granddad Gage’s chest would puff out enough that
I thought his buttons would burst. He
loved the fact that his family filled up the entire pew at the church. Even now I have talked to people who remember
attending church with my great grandparents when they lived in Lewiston, ID in
the 1950’s. I can still picture them
walking into church together and saying the words of mass. By the time they had passed, they had lived
together for 73 ½ years and had lived as a wonderfully devoted couple to each
other and their faith. There is much to
admire about both.
Monsignor Hughes and myself at my 1st Communion |
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