A Journey Home to St. Patrick’s As shared with us by Mandy Corridan Ned Corridan was born in the Irish countryside of County Kerry in 1932. From the family farm nestled in Southern Ireland, he set out for the UK in 1950, where he met and married Brenda just two years later. Their life together […]

The Journey of Shirley Brunetta & Family Eleven years ago, I experienced a gentle nudge from God, urging me to return to the Catholic Church. It was a moment of clarity that led me to reach out to St. Patrick’s. To my surprise, I received a warm reply from Father Matthew, who had just arrived

Building the future: The school and gym as they appeared during Pamela’s early years in the parish. A True Act of Christian Charity By Pamela Macloskey In the almost 60 years in which my family has called St. Patricks our church and school we have seen many changes. Haney, as it was called when we

The Parish Ghetto & The Pine Forest By Jack W. Toovey I was born in 1932, and my parents moved from Vancouver to Websters Corners that spring. It remained our family home until 1980. My first memory of the “old” St. Patrick’s Church on 8th Avenue was my mother going to First Fridays and taking

The Journey of the Okere Family People often ask us: how in the world did we end up here in Maple Ridge? Interestingly, we ask ourselves the same question. How did we end up here, in St. Patrick’s Parish? We believe it was orchestrated by God from the very beginning. When we came to St.

Anna Pacella’s Story For Anna Pacella, St. Patrick’s Parish is far more than a place to attend Mass—it is a place that truly feels like home. Anna first came to know St. Patrick’s through her family. Nearly 35 years ago, her daughter moved to Maple Ridge and joined this parish. While Anna and her husband

[Place Family Photo Here – Recommended: B&W Archival Photo] Stephen and Susanna Polz arrived in British Columbia in the spring of 1945. They had left their homeland, in what is now modern-day Slovakia, back in 1922. They settled first in Denzil, Saskatchewan, with their two oldest children, Albin and Hyacinth. By the end of the

I converted to the faith in 1961 when I got married. That’s when I became a “church-goer”. When it was Sunday, I was supposed to go to Mass. It was my parish, so I was supposed to serve. I believed what I was doing was my religious duty—just fulfilling obligations. I see things very black