Resurrection Catholic Church sits in the Gerristsen Beach neighborhood of Brooklyn, N.Y. It's a quaint neighborhood that remains "mostly" Irish-American, according to a local woman whom I stopped and spoke with. Resurrection is also the parish where my Gram was baptized in 1924, where my Gram married my Pop in 1945, and where my Dad received his Baptism in 1947. Resurrection plays a prominent role in my family tree as scores of great aunts and uncles and second cousins have received their sacraments here, including baptism and matrimony.
Despite Resurrection's modern feel, there's an over-whelming sense of the holy inside. Maybe it was the cool holy water dripping from my brow (it was over 90 degrees outside) or my flip flops giving away my presence by smacking the marble floor. Whether real or imagined, I don't care; it was inspiring to walk, smell, and breathe in a Church where my father, grand parents and great grandparents worshiped our Lord.
Thank you to my cousin Margaret to who took me, and my cousins Irene and Karen, while on our "the Cousin Project" trip. We traveled from OC to spend time with family, hunt for dead relatives in old cemeteries, and meet second cousins and their kids!
The two bye altars:
Resurrection School:
Our Lady of Grace:
