When I got married, in a traditional mass at an SSPX chapel, everything about the church looked like you were back in 1930. It was a small humble church. My uncles walked in and immediately froze! They genuflected and sat down without a word. You could hear a pin drop. THEY INSTANTLY RECOGNIZED that they were in a Holy place, and nothing had started yet. When the priest, the male altar servers, and the bride and groom, and others walked in for the wedding. they all were dressed like Catholics dressed at church in 1930's, my uncles were even more impressed. My wife was 25, that was 10 years ago.
THAT"S WHAT ATTRACTS MEN!
My uncles never forgot that wedding, and I'm certain that it was because of that ONE TIME that they saw/heard a real Catholic mass (the first since like 1958), that we were able to convert them before they died.(one died 3 seconds after receiving the REAL sacrament of Extreme Unction! Not that new fangled "healing of the sick")
LOVE your post. You capture it so perfectly and I love your uncles, too! My father was buried from an Orthodox Catholic Church - my mother insisted. It was lovely. And so lovely to see how many people REFUSED Communion because they were in a state of sin. Not like the horrible suburban Masses where everybody crowds the aisles and altars because they don’t believe that the Host is the Body & Blood of Jesus Christ. Also, after years of horrible services, I was surprised and somewhat shocked to hear the priest say my dad was going to be marching around in Purgatory for awhile, lol! I guess we all are!