Welcome to
Tales of a Canarsie Boy
Here you will find a serialized memoir of my growing up Fundamentalist Protestant in the predominantly Jewish and Italian neighborhood of Canarsie, Brooklyn, in the 1950-60s.
Fundamentalist Protestants back then were similar in some ways to 21st century Evangelicals, but they were very different too. You’ll be able to read more about that when chapter 2 goes live.
Someone once said, “People read memoirs not to see how other people’s lives are different but to see how other’s lives are similar to their own.” That someone was me. I do think you’ll find some similarities here, whether you were raised in the city, the country, or the suburbs. Feel free to share your own stories in the comments.
Enter the Tales of a Canarsie Boy here.
While you’re here, you might want to check out my book, The Same, But Different: Ministry and the Quaker Pastor. It’s a look at non-traditional ways of doing traditional pastoral ministries.
And if you’re so inclined, drop a tip in the Ko-fi box to help pay my editing bills. Thanks!
Fundamentalist Protestants back then were similar in some ways to 21st century Evangelicals, but they were very different too. You’ll be able to read more about that when chapter 2 goes live.
Someone once said, “People read memoirs not to see how other people’s lives are different but to see how other’s lives are similar to their own.” That someone was me. I do think you’ll find some similarities here, whether you were raised in the city, the country, or the suburbs. Feel free to share your own stories in the comments.
Enter the Tales of a Canarsie Boy here.
While you’re here, you might want to check out my book, The Same, But Different: Ministry and the Quaker Pastor. It’s a look at non-traditional ways of doing traditional pastoral ministries.
And if you’re so inclined, drop a tip in the Ko-fi box to help pay my editing bills. Thanks!
