[mlizzy]

That's great news your grandfather took his son's conversion in stride. Quite a line of serious Presbyterians, I'd say. Were *you* raised Presbyterian as well? I'm not sure if you mean your folks were in their fifties (age) or it was in the '50s (year) that they converted.

My mother never did get over my conversion, even balling out her daily-Mass Catholic friend she played cards with, telling her it was her fault I converted, when I didn't even know the lady (until recently). Anyway, I'm very certain my mother is now happy I converted, because all her Protestant friends said goodbye to her in the casket, but I'm still praying for her daily. So she'd be okay with the Pope. I'm certain of it.

[sayuncledave]

My grandfather used to say that the family had been Presbyterians since John Knox, so I’d guess 1600’s at least. He (my grandfather) was one of a kind. Very good egg, and lived a holy life. My mom converted in 1958, a year after my dad. They met through Catholic Youth group of sorts. I was raised Catholic from birth. I’ve always loved the faith, but about the time the twins were born, I had a sort of awakening, in some ways, a wake up call.

My dad’s parents took his crossing the Tiber very well. Like I said, I think they were unique, and we were certainly blessed with them. My mom’s mother was not at all pleased when she converted, but when my parents became engaged, she was very happy, and she was ever afterward.

I believe you’re right about your mom. I still pray for my grandparents as well. I’m sure they feel the same.