[T Minus Four]

Hey, remember the tuna and egg sandwiches we brought to school on the first Friday of the month. Mass/communion and then off to the adjoining school for breakfast.

Oh yeah, although my mom sent butter and American cheese sandwiches.

And beware the fate of the poor girl who would forget to bring her little round lace doily thingy to pin into her hair. One very memorable day, Sister pinned a Kleenex to the top of one girl's head. When she went up for communion, the priest yanked it off in disgust and dropped it on the floor. I don't think anyone breathed for 15 minutes!

That poor girl is probably still in therapy.

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RCC - the control empire - and subject to change whenever....

Priest says one thing, nun says another. I had a friend to used to go to the adjoining parish for confession. He liked the priest better - he didn't give him prayers as a penance for his one sin. He advised him what to do and encouraged him. Word must have gotten out, he didn't last long there - maybe he left or maybe transferred.

When you spend 13 yrs in Catholic school, you have lots of stories. However, I did like most of the nuns.