 We prayed before meals. We did Catholic things when they were available. We had a picture of Jesus and Mary in the home, a crucifix in the home. We prayed the rosary, not constantly, not like every single night of my life growing up, but many nights we would kneel down and pray the family rosary. And it was somewhat intermittent, but it was certainly there. My parents scrimped and saved so that I could go to Catholic school much of the time, not all of the time, but most of the time I was in a Catholic school.