.............The religion of peace has nothing on thee, Wally.
Whistle a couple verses of "The Protestant Boys" for me, wooodya?
The Orange Lodge was just around the corner from our old homestead, and us kiddies used to turn out to watch the parade.
The fife and drums were good; some of the marchers could really play.
But even at a very young age, most of us viewed as pathetic, the once a year, yellowed white shirts, tattered banners,
and trousers up around the ankles. And the wrinkled, yellowed dresses of the ladies.
There was a Catholic family lived on the street bypassed by the parade, and the sire turned out as King Billy rode by on his dapple grey:..........."Look at the pri ck on that horse", he'd yell. " I've never seen such a big fat one!!" LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT P RICK !!"
Later on, in the pubs, a donnybrook or two was sure to occur. Both Catholic and Protestant, in 1949 Eastern Ont., freshly returned from the war, could still, and did, kick some serious a ss.
But that was long ago. Memories have faded. People have come and gone. The membership in churches has fallen over the years, and the hate has, to a great extent, been extinguished.
We need folks like you Walter, to remind us of what we don't want to be, and where we don't want to go.