Re: Gary Cooper’s conversion.
Here’s a nice little remembrance by his daughter, Maria:
In the mid to late fifties, my father’s conversion to Catholicism started silently. He never discussed much about it but simply started joining us for Mass more often. The ostensible reason was to hear the good sermons given by a dynamic young priest, Father Harold Ford, dubbed by my father as “Father Tough Stuff.” Father Ford didn’t give hellfire and brimstone, but he was a very human and with-it man. My mother invited him over for a drink one afternoon, thinking there might be some deep and profound conversations about matters of the spirit. Think again! He and my father disappeared into the gun room and as far as I can tell all they talked about was hunting, fishing, and scuba diving. Father Ford became a scuba buddy and joined us diving in the large marineland of the Pacific tank where we all cavorted with its inhabitants.
http://www.adherents.com/people/pc/Gary_Cooper.html
Our Lord works in strange ways. Dominus vobiscum.
LOL. Great story.