A friendly reporter at the Youngstown Vindicator was kind enough to run through the newspaper’s microfilm archives and found an obit, as well as a few other articles about Monsignor Kasmirski, formerly of St. Casimir church. This man played a highly significant role in my childhood, and it was exceedingly strange to once again see his humorless face. The most positive memory I have is of him kneeling at his prie dieu every day, reading the Liturgy of the Hours.
In the sacristy before mass he’d stand before a big cabinet containing wide shallow drawers, each bearing a different vestment, according to the season. He was always silent in donning his sacred costume, he never talked to me, or even acknowledged my presence. He was wholly self-absorbed, detached, formidable.