The Episcopal Church

For the first few formative years of life, our family attended the Episcopal church. What I remember is this:
1. Getting all dressed up-suit-clip on tie shined shoes. Always seemed like everything was stiff and then we'd pile into the car getting there either just in time to beat the choir down the aisle to seat for 5 or having to wait until choir went down the aisle and up the steps to the altar/platform area.
2. Cushy little fold-down step things that at times during the service we would all together kneel on.
3. Scripted prayers we would read out of prayer books they supplied from little boxes on the back of the pews.
4. Being thrilled watching the choir march in and down the aisle singing and carrying banters and these huge golden plated staffs? wearing amazing looking white? robes with purple or red? stoles. It was really cool.
5. It seems like Sunday school was after church and one of my brothers would hold me back and when all the people were inside, we would steal away to the drugstore down on the corner and drink cokes until a certain time that only he knew and then meet our parents and other brother? back at the car.
6. Eating at the White Palace cafe on Broad Street. Man it was good!!
7. Sundays were a positive experience.
8. Not Learning the catacism and still being made a member.
9. Not taking communion there until I went to a funeral several years ago.
10. Going to kindergarten there and at least 1 vacation Bible schools and 1 day at the day camp.