THE FAITH OF OUR FATHER

Gordon H. Green's recall of his Canadian farmer father starts not when he was born but when he was ""born again"" into the Pepabun sainthood. That his was a holy faith is substantiated by a good life (""I always like to do the decent thing, even when it doesn't seem to be altogether moral"") which encompassed his wife, children, neighbors. Despite their differences, he enjoyed the company of Catholic Father Kelly. The sacrifices he made for family and church are homely and touching: for Gordon, he sold his bagpipes for a lacrosse stick, financed his normal school education with the prize Golden Pencil Hamburgs which were his only indulgence, and one rainy night walked three-quarters of a mile in the rain to see that his rebellious son was comfortable sleeping out against his wishes. For his church he decided to forego a new car to save the building with his offering. Many unfortunates knew his quiet benevolence. Mr. Green presents his encomium by way of a Thanksgiving: it is well-spoken, with sentiment to spare.