Our maid, she went to church on Bozego Ciala Street – there's a beautiful church there – and she always took me.‘Tosia come on, we're going to church.' So I would go. And whenever the priest was sprinkling the congregation with holy water, she would say ‘Get down under the pew, or he'll sprinkle you!' Mom never minded, because my parents had the healthy view that whatever I learned wouldn't harm me.