My dad grew up in a small Minnesota farming community with a town of a couple hundred people. The town had (still has) a Norwegian Lutheran church and a Swedish Lutheran church. Dad always said the two churches could never join together: “The Sweeds sing two hymns, and the Norwegians sing three. There’s just no way to compromise.”
I’ll admit, though, last fall for my aunt’s 100th birthday party, she invited the whole town, including the Sweeds.
We used to live not far from a town that had one Catholic church for the Irish, and another Catholic church for the Germans. For about a hundred years they were bitter rivals and wanted nothing to do with one another.
Well, what with the availability of the automobile, changing mores, etc, the young men and women surreptitiously intermingled and otherwise did what came naturally to young men and women... you might say they "compromised."
These great compromisers eventually cranked out enough enough Patrick Schmidts and Gretchen Shaughnesseys to let the diocese combine the parishes.