This the second in a three-part series: When Marguerite Beck was 5, she prayed for God to make it snow. Though infrequent, snow in the foothills of La Crescenta wasn't unheard of. She awoke the next day to a blanket of white covering her neighborhood. Raised by a devoutly Catholic mother, Marguerite prayed often after that.
"Mass every Sunday," she told me. "No meat on Fridays, confession at least every two weeks and usually daily mass during Lent. All major church holidays were attended in full regalia."
Even beyond the rituals, Marguerite felt a special connection to her god.
Her parents' marriage lasted 50 years, something she attributes to her mother's religious faith. Though it wasn't "Ozzie and Harriet," Marguerite looks back fondly, especially toward a mother she calls her "she-ro." Self-admittedly naïve and a prude, Marguerite always strived to do what was right in her faith and family.