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“Sisters Victoria and Marguerite did not want to make their First Holy Communion. Not like this! Such a fuss for what should be a sacred and private matter. Not a spectacle.

How the girls felt, had nothing at all to do with G_d, Jesus, the Holy Ghost or even the Virgin, Mary. They resented being forced to participate in a ceremony they believed missed the point of first communion, entirely,

Victoria and Marguerite’s parents, the nuns–all agreed the girls’ First Communion was awkwardly over-due. Both should have had their First Communions in the second grade, just as all the other children at St. Peter’s. They did not, because they moved around too much. Now that they were ‘settled’–according to their mom, it was time.

The 5th grader, Victoria, scowled, miserable in her sacrificial-white, hand-me-down dress. It belonged to the eldest sister, Mary Linda, who wore the dress at her First Communion. The painful ordeal worsened because of the dress, too tight and sleeves too short.

The third grader, Marguerite–the plump one–was feeling especially plump and out-of-place: surrounded by second-graders and their parents, who whispered about why they were just now making their First Communion.

Afterwards, they would go home, have a party to celebrate their communion-y-ness, with a yellow box-cake topped with bad, home-made powdered-sugar frosting.
Dad would drink a case of beer, Mom would pretend life was good.

Victoria and Marguerite would change out of their dresses, and play down by the creek.

Victoria would be Jesus, and Marguerite would be a sinner to be baptized. It was just play, but this play made them feel much closer to G_d than old, white dresses and little pieces of round, tasteless bread, dipped in sour wine.

The Sisters were very stern–quick to scold, punish, and admonish students who would test them by sneaking cigarettes.

Privately though, the nuns quite looked forward to these infractions.
Especially when the culprit was that Miller boy.
Lawrence Miller routinely stole his mother’s Black Cat brand cigarettes.

He always found them, although she took great care to hide her habit. Her husband would not approve. When she couldn’t find them, she fretted her secret was discovered.  When neither her husband nor son mentioned them, Mrs. Miller would buy another pack.  She suspected her son, but fear suspended confrontation. Lawrence, good boy that he was, counted on it.

 

The Nuns would tiptoe outside, form a neat little circle,  and light-up.   Black Cat-Brand smokes were the Sisters’ favorite.   Sister Mary Margaret was particularly fond of the whimsical, cartoon-cat on the cigarette package.

Needless to say,  although Lawrence received due punishment for bringing cigarettes to school, also a rather poor student, he always seemed to get good marks.

His mother was so proud!

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PHOTO FROM PINTEREST: Visit thechive.files.wordpress.com THE STORY: “The three little bears, cute as buttons, argued over who would play Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear. They already found a perfect little girl at the camp site not far from them, who would be Goldilocks.”

Photo Credit: Paris, 1920. Photo by Else Thalemann                                                                                                             THE STORY: “Henri and Martin became worried for their pal, Albert. At first it was really, really funny, Albert’s ‘flashing’. The old ladies would gasp, then mutter scoldings while covering their eyes, turning red as they rushed away. It was funny, the first couple of times. But lately, Albert seemed occupied with nothing else. Very awkward” 🙂

THE STORY: “Some drink coffee. Some drink tea. But Kitty and I? We jump for glee! It Wakes us up, Makes blood to flow, And we face the day–Ready to go!” 🙂