(By Ken Sroka) Charity Vogel’s recent articles about parishioners’ letters stored a century ago in the south tower cupola of Corpus Christi Church rekindled childhood memories.
When I was 10 years old, I could see the towers and their enormous clocks from the second-floor window of my family’s home at Clark Street and Paderewski Drive. The tower bells tolled the hours over the rooftops of the surrounding neighborhood, complementing the jukebox music from the neighborhood taverns. The bells reminded me to rise and walk to the parish convent to serve 6:30 a.m. Mass during the frigid Buffalo winter.
