By Patricia Hartung
This is a memory I will always treasure:
Many years ago, as my then eight and ten year old daughters and I were in a public restroom, a dispenser on the wall displaying a picture of a circle with a cross caught my daughter’s eye. Curious, she asked her older sister what it was for. As I watched and listened, the older child seemed to grow an inch and beaming with pride she informed her younger sister that, “That’s where you can buy rosaries.”… and she believed it too. Needless to say, I quickly headed for the door as I could not contain my laughter.