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I have a lot of stories of growing up Catholic and being the product of 16 years of parochial education. We could form a club here lol. My “sanest” Catholic education was in college with Jesuit teachers, lay teachers and the smartest Sisters of Charity I have ever met. We were treated as young adults after the last president (a nun) retired. Had her in my first year and the restrictions were ridiculous. Everything changed in my second year when she was gone.
FL Mary going down memory lane and then off to the gym
Lol, I was in Mary’s camp! Very small town, no Parochial school existed, one Saturday evening mass, one Sunday morning, and a close knit group of Catholics that our Priest was regular at family and other social events. As children I wouldn’t say we “lied” to the Priest during confession, it’s just that you would have to scrape up the same old things every week that might not have necessarily fallen under the definition of sin per the commandments. A court of law would have thrown the cases out. Sure, the most common confession of “I sassed my parents” fell under not honoring our Mother’s and Fathers, but letting a boy kiss me, not doing all of my homework, and teasing someone are questionable as to where they fell 🤗. Then we we became older teens and maybe things with a boy went past first base, we fell into omitting sins because we knew we’d just never be able to look Father Ed in the eye again when we saw him outside of the confessional! So we’d save those confessions for road trip visits to another Catholic Church. A great religion, I still consider it mine overall, but open confession did strike up an inner turmoil with many of us!
This thread has me laughing so had the keyboard is jiggling! 1950's & 60's Catholic school girl here.
We used to get "days off" that our public school friends did not - think All Saints' Day (November 1st) or Holy Thursday & Easter Monday. So we would go and stand outside the windows' of their classrooms and yell "Hey Pagans! Nah-nah-nah we don't have school today and you do!" When our (very young) assistant pastor walked by and saw us, he stopped us but never ratted us out to "Father" or (the crabby old pastor) or "Sister" (the principal).
Year later, when he was a much-loved pastor of his own church, he still remembered that and several other incidents from my childhood and we had a good laugh.
Sue