Oldest, most perfected form of Christian worship. The store house or deposit of faith.
Can't get around those two things despite the many fvck ups and raped kids.
Oldest, most perfected form of Christian worship. The store house or deposit of faith.
Can't get around those two things despite the many fvck ups and raped kids.
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
I could write a book about Catholic grammer school in the 60's.
Father Gardner was a mean prick..Hit me from behind with a bible over my head other kids confirmed his arms were raised way high doing so..Could have broken my neck..I just remember talking to a girl across from me during a test..
One day this Father went to exact some punishment on another kid and the kid ducked his punch..Father Gardner left wearing a cast after he busted his hand on a locker...Yeah we loved it..RIP you crazy darn.
Nuns were another trip..some too old to be handling pre-teens etc..I wasn't a bad kid or my classmates but we were beaten up sometimes with slaps, hair pulls, earlobe pulls..Just became the norm..But every year just got worse..Knuckles in the back from behind..seems nothing left bruises/blood to show parents.
Couple incidents happened though that we did not graduate the way they wanted us to..
Well one,they separated the boys and girls in 8th grade and just for fun we brought a couple smoke bombs in and all the boys touched it to claim responsibility..We set them off with a delayed cigarette fuse in the bathroom..Kinda worked as it was game on you old friggin nuns and they came down on us..At the time most of the boys had some contraband on them and Zippo lighters were popular..Firecrackers and Baseball cards to pitch at recess were good targets for the nuns to confiscate also.
One day at recess outside a kid lights anothers flimsy jacket on fire just fooling around and they bring all the boys into the auditorium..They bring the culprit to the front (Can't remember his name) but one nun on each side holding his arms while the head nun slapped him..He bolted and went home.His father took him out of the school and that was his last day there.
Just thought back a few year before that there was one black kid in the school and we all liked him..Henry Middleton was his name..One day a nun called him a person and he went home and told his father.That was his last day at the school.We also had a black janitor who was cool to the kids and the freaking nuns told us to not befriend him..Just fucked up and we knew at the time they were racist..
Graduation was in a church,some big-shot bishop came in and the nuns all in flurry about that ..We tore it up and let loose for years of abuse..stomping feet clapping etc..big rounds of applause esp for one Shirly Quisgard a redhead who suffered some serious abuse from the nuns and was one of us...I think hers was the last diploma handed out..and show was over and done with..Nuns crying and aftermath was some kind of emergency PTA meeting because the nuns wanted to hold us a back a year,but impossible due to an incoming class...
For those of us who continued to the Catholic High School we were warmly greeted by the drunken pastor/founder of that school .And that is another story of a crazy priest shipped off to Fl
Have not been in a church since my Mother's funeral.
Oldest, most perfected form of Christian worship. The store house or deposit of faith.
Can't get around those two things despite the many fvck ups and raped kids.
Oldest, most perfected form of Christian worship. The store house or deposit of faith.
Can't get around those two things despite the many fvck ups and raped kids.
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
Hey Slob I live in FL now but grew up on the JerseyShore Spring Lake Heights Monmouth county
lol about the penguins..man they were strange women with issues
At some point I realized telling my mother I was roughed up was worthless and my old man (WW11 navy vet)
I can probably count on one hand how many times my parents hit me and for the right reason.Not so at school..
Good education though
Probably need that type discipline in today's schools?
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I'm not blessed with the best apologetic skills, but yes, one could claim that. I had a press member ask me one time, do Catholics consider themselves Christian? My answer was yes, since we invented it.
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I'm not blessed with the best apologetic skills, but yes, one could claim that. I had a press member ask me one time, do Catholics consider themselves Christian? My answer was yes, since we invented it.
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