I lived right beside the church for a few years. I am a non-catholic but I couldn't help being involved. The priest was Father McNiven, who we called Father Forgive me. the church had garden parties and the like. Father McGiven. was an avid but not-so-good fisherman. I remember running into him along the creek. He had a half dozen chub and a couple of suckers where I had 3 nice Brook tout. After that, he would follow my Mother or father and me along the creek to find the best Trout holes.