annsixty
I am an athiest but brought up and confirmed in the C of E.
My father was C of E, mother Catholic. Mum's parents split when she was 6 and she was put into a convent full time until she was 17. No visit from parents, no home to go to in the holidays...1 piece of bread with a scraping of margerine for breakfast on 6 days and a dab of jam on Sundays.
Mum had nothing but contempt for the system and no truck with religion after she left. What she told me was truly horrible.
Later, after I married I was friends with a girl whose mum was a staunch Catholic, icons everywhere. I remember 'Father X' coming to her house wearing an astrakaan hat and a benevolent smile. He came, not to give but to collect dues. Sfter a cup of tea and some mealy-mouthed words of 'comfort', he left, ruddy cheeked from the well stoked fire plus 'a nip if you have it', pound notes in his pocket and 'Bless you' lingering in the air.
This was a family whose father drove a truck, mother cleaned houses, their 4 children were a credit to them but none followed any religion.
That priest was only ever seen visiting parishioners when collecting money and that's a fact.