He never would go to church…didn’t care for the minister at all. What strange things we have as stories between my father and the minister. Minister came home one day, as he always came every month on his usual monthly visit, and he said to my father, “You know, Mr. Goddard, I am one of the chosen.” My father looked at him and said “You’re a chosen one? You know, I wouldn’t have chosen you.” He was just as brash as that with all that he did in this world. He didn’t care for the man, had no respect for the man, and when he would come home because he was a minister, don’t think for one second that in any way changed my father’s attitude towards the man. He wanted to see a man and that minister to him was simply not a man. He was married, he had his children, and he had these things, but that was not a man. It was something that…just made of paste…and he could not in any way persuade my father to change his feeling toward him.864 ¶33