Behind these stalls was the visitors area. Parents etc. would come to view special events. As Cardinal Spellman walked up the center aisle in his long robes, my 4-year old brother whispered loudly, "Look Mom, that guy has no feet." The nuns sitting in those stalls had a hard time keeping straight faces.

Just discovered this site. The photos bring back a host of memories - like sneaking thru those gates down to the crypt & sliding down the fire escape chute & kneeling on those really hard chapel kneelers - and much, much more. How sorry I am that everything has been razed.