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Childhood Memories…The Police Springing Us, The Most Memorable
Creative ghostly dares in the dark of a winter’s night, after church, were the best…until…we were confronted
I loved going to church, but only because I loved to sing. I always felt short-changed if the choir, (an exclusive aging group that outliers were never invited to join!) sang just two verses.
I look back and wonder about them. All related in some way, they had appointed themselves the choir for our absolute pleasure.
My mother and her sisters were far better singers, as others would have been, but maybe they knew better than to join.
Still, I was a little girl, just that.
In this story I was reminded of many fun things we did as children during, and after church services.
In our tiny little safe-as-houses village where nothing much ever happened, we kids made a lot of our own fun.
We were opportunistic, if nothing else.
In our church, there was mass on Sundays, Benediction on Sunday night, and some other service mid-week. It may have had a name. I can’t remember.
My parents accompanied us to mass, but not to the other services. Thinking back, that was…
