My grandfather had been raised by devout baptist grandparents after his father had gone AWOL and his mother committed suicide, while my grandmother’s parents–who occupied a slightly higher station in the hierarchy of small-town, Great Depression society (her father worked for an oil refinery, her mother was a schoolteacher)–were practicing Methodists.
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“I was not raised in a religious household. My maternal grandparents, who hailed from Kansas, had been steeped in religion as children: My grandfather had been raised by devout baptist grandparents after his father had gone AWOL and his mother committed suicide, while my grandmother’s parents–who occupied a slightly higher station in the hierarchy of small-town, Great Depression society (her father worked for an oil refinery, her mother was a schoolteacher)–were practicing Methodists.
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| But for perhaps the same reasons that my grandparents would end up leaving Kansas and migrating to Hawaii, religious faith never really took root in their hearts. My grandmother was always too rational and too stubborn to accept anything she couldn’t see, feel, touch, or count. |
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