Father Bernie Needs a Smoke
by Robert J. Marton
He wished he could smoke in the confessional. Puffing along, blowing a few rings… He could be like an Indian in a teepee, with smoke rising from the top of his little box, signaling to the waiting sinners that Father Bernie was ready to give absolution. Continue reading
Father Bernie Finds a Listener
by Robert J. Marton
Father Bernard Smith, known to parishioners as “Father Bernie” or just “Bernie” to his boyhood friends, had been assistant pastor at St. Francis of Assisi parish in Mayefield for two years. Continue reading
Father Bernie and Cheese Louise
by Robert J. Marton
Two or three days a week Father Bernie took a stroll through Mayefield, down the tree lined streets of his youth, usually quiet in the middle of the day. Continue reading
Father Bernie Burns Down A Tree
by Robert J. Marton
Father Bernie’s walk usually included a stroll down Maple Drive, past the house where he grew up. His newlywed parents had purchased the house in the early 1940’s. He and his brother sold it four years ago after his mother’s death. Continue reading
Father Bernie Meets Fresh Meat
By Robert J. Marton
“Hello, George. I’m surprised to see you walking in the middle of the day. I thought you were an early morning walker.” Continue reading
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