Eight kids in 12 years, the last two are boys. I attended a parochial grade school, in the same class as my older sister, we are that close in age. “Irish Twins” are fairly common in large Catholic families. Mass several times a week with school, Sundays, of course. Holy days of obligation.
The nuns wore the dark long habits with the large dark rosary beads, heads covered, when I started 1st grade. By the time I left 8th grade, they transitioned to “normal” clothing – conservative, polyester. Nothing my mom or her friends would wear, but it took away some of the fierceness of the nuns. I was a “good girl” and did little to warrant their wrath. But there was an incident or two, looking back, that I now realize occurred or didn’t occur, most likely because my father was a major donor to the church and school.
I cannot help but wonder what would have happened if events were left to run their course. I look at my classmates from our very small school and see what happened to them.
“Bless me father for…”
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