Our Lady Queen of Peace is Making Breakfast
Tukios Websites • July 5, 2008
On Sunday, Feb. 7th, our friends at Our Lady Queen of Peace Catholic Church will be having a pancake breakfast. Enjoy some good food and conversation.
QP Auditorium, 401 South Owen Drive, Madison
Sunday, February 7, 8:00 am – 12:30 pm

Please join us for a delicious morning of food and fellowship.
or in the school office or from a QP student.
$4 for kids under 7 and seniors. Tickets available at the door,
the kids! Tickets – $5 adults & kids age 7 and older;
All you can eat pancakes, sausage and more, plus games for
the kids! Tickets – $5 adults & kids age 7 and older;
$4 for kids under 7 and seniors. Tickets available at the door,
or in the school office or from a QP student.
We hope to see you there!

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