I remember things like free milk in half pint bottles, in the winter it would be frozen solid and the leather strap hanging from the waist belt of the mother superior and the rosary with the large crucifix hanging around her neck and standing outside her office waiting to go in for punishment!.
Each Monday before anything else, we would have the religious register, if you hadn’t gone to confession and taken holy communion on Sunday, you were frowned upon and lectured by the nuns about God not being happy with you. It never dawned on us to tell a lie, to fib and say that we had done it when we hadn’t! We thought God would not be very happy with kids who did that. I also remember the way they explained our souls to us, it went something similar to this: ‘Picture your soul as a pure white cotton bobbin, with just one black mark on it, a sin!, the sin given to everyone by Adam and Eve. This sin can never be removed, but it is up to you not to get any more black marks, every lie, every theft, every hateful thing you say or do, every time you break one of the commandments, bad thoughts…(the list was endless)……, all these will mark your soul. If you attend confession and repent, these marks can be removed, but hell and damnation awaited those who.......’ Frightening stuff for a little kid to take in, especially coming from a six foot nun with more whiskers than my dad!. It was confusing and scary, they even told us it was a sin to go into any non-catholic church! Can you believe that!
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