I made my my first confession at Saint John Kanty back in 1974. I have countless family members who did the same over the last century…mother, cousins, brothers, aunts, uncles, etc.
It brought tears to my eyes to have my son Jonah do the same.
Saint John Kanty and the other heritage churches in the neighborhood are important. They are living breathing links to Buffalo’s past. Someday, my son will tell his children about the history and the connection to his ancestors. It is a unique shared Buffalo experience.
If you have a link to neighborhood and its history, embrace it. Our ancestors need us to tell their stories and honor them by supporting places like Saint John Kanty.