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Traditional Catholic Faith => Catholic Living in the Modern World => Topic started by: Darcy on April 06, 2011, 01:20:31 PM
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Any memories to share?
I went to Catholic School. There were only 3 lay teachers that I had in the first 8 years.
There was a convent next to the school and I was in it twice. :dancing:
At least 10 sisters lived there if I can recall correctly which I can't too much anymore.
The rectory housed three priests.
We attended Mass and Communion EVERY DAY. And then came back to class to eat our breakfasts. I also ate my lunch at that time, too. :ready-to-eat:
I know that doesn't sound very exciting. :sleep:
There were 4 Catholic Parishes with schools in my small city.
Its not sinful to reminisce, I hope.
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Any memories to share?.....
I wish... :cry:
I know that doesn't sound very exciting. :sleep:
Actually i does... I wish I could have had this exciting (to me) upbringing! :wink:
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My mother told me two things about school that I easily remember:
1) A nun had an allergy to peanuts so some of the students would bring in foods with peanut butter to irritate her.
2) At the end of the year the children would throw their books into the creek.
3) a nun mispronounced Brazil.
4) When my grandfather was on retreat he called my grandmother and the connection was abruptly cut off.
sometimes silly things are what stick in the minds of people.
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I told my neighborhood playmate that they would go to hell if they were not Catholic. She ran into the house to tell her father who was a baptist preacher.
My mother told me not to tell the neighbors that anymore.
:laugh1:
They are all still living, so there is hope.
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One benefit of being young is ofcourse that we have more chance of beholding the Restoration with our eyes. But yes, I agree that having pre-1958 experiences is a priceless treasure.
Domine, dona nobis panem, pacem, regem et papam sanctam.
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I told my neighborhood playmate that they would go to hell if they were not Catholic. She ran into the house to tell her father who was a baptist preacher.
My mother told me not to tell the neighbors that anymore.
:laugh1:
They are all still living, so there is hope.
Does your Avatar symbolize something?
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Pre-1958 looks good mostly because of the insanity of the present.
Post-Restoration, the 1950s will be seen for what they were -- an era of growing externalism when the sprit of things had, for the most part, already waned and was just about to evaporate completely. If you doubt this, all you have to do is ask yourself, "How did V2, the NOM, etc., pass muster with almost the entire Catholic world?"
If this seems too hard a judgment, consider that the 1950s led to the 1960s. The 1960s did not materialize out of thin air; they followed upon what came immediately before them.
The 1960s seems inconceivably bad because the dam broke. Well, the water that broke the dam had been building up for a LONG time.
According to your desires, please carry on with fond memories. I am NOT here to denigrate those cherished thoughts. However, MUCH greater things await -- hold fast.
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Pre-1958 looks good mostly because of the insanity of the present.
Post-Restoration, the 1950s will be seen for what they were -- an era of growing externalism when the sprit of things had, for the most part, already waned and was just about to evaporate completely. If you doubt this, all you have to do is ask yourself, "How did V2, the NOM, etc., pass muster with almost the entire Catholic world?"
If this seems too hard a judgment, consider that the 1950s led to the 1960s. The 1960s did not materialize out of thin air; they followed upon what came immediately before them.
The 1960s seems inconceivably bad because the dam broke. Well, the water that broke the dam had been building up for a LONG time.
According to your desires, please carry on with fond memories. I am NOT here to denigrate those cherished thoughts. However, MUCH greater things await -- hold fast.
The 50s seem like a respite because of the unprecedented threat of global communist and nuclear annihilation. Some golden years!
For a time the open assault on the Church west of the iron curtain had to be broken off.
In the 1950s the generation raised before WWI ceased to be an important influence.
And TV was introduced.
The sad fact is that the enemies of religion attempt revolution on a regular basis. Now are they nearing another attempt to topple the Catholic religion entirely?
To wreck the mission of the SSPX seems to be child's play for them.
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Any memories to share?
I went to Catholic School. There were only 3 lay teachers that I had in the first 8 years.
There was a convent next to the school and I was in it twice. :dancing:
At least 10 sisters lived there if I can recall correctly which I can't too much anymore.
The rectory housed three priests.
We attended Mass and Communion EVERY DAY. And then came back to class to eat our breakfasts. I also ate my lunch at that time, too. :ready-to-eat:
I know that doesn't sound very exciting. :sleep:
There were 4 Catholic Parishes with schools in my small city.
Its not sinful to reminisce, I hope.
Darcy, I like this post a lot. Being born in the dismal '70s, it's always good to hear things like this. And I like that little detail about you eating your breakfast and lunch at the same time. :laugh1: Did you get in trouble for it?
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In my memory of the pre vatican 2 church in which I was
Baptized, confessed, received my first communion, and
confirmed in, was a true since of Faith, Hope, and Charity.
Something that is so lacking today.
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My mother told me two things about school that I easily remember:
1) A nun had an allergy to peanuts so some of the students would bring in foods with peanut butter to irritate her.
2) At the end of the year the children would throw their books into the creek.
3) a nun mispronounced Brazil.
4) When my grandfather was on retreat he called my grandmother and the connection was abruptly cut off.
sometimes silly things are what stick in the minds of people.
Hey thats four!
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I told my neighborhood playmate that they would go to hell if they were not Catholic. She ran into the house to tell her father who was a baptist preacher.
My mother told me not to tell the neighbors that anymore.
:laugh1:
They are all still living, so there is hope.
Does your Avatar symbolize something?
I wish I could say my school uniform. But it is a tartan from an area in Scotland but it is not my family tartan. I will switch it to a tartan I have the right to use shortly.
I liked the colors of this one. So I used it but shouldn't have. :-(
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One benefit of being young is ofcourse that we have more chance of beholding the Restoration with our eyes. But yes, I agree that having pre-1958 experiences is a priceless treasure.
Domine, dona nobis panem, pacem, regem et papam sanctam.
Do you think I'll be dead before the Restoration? :scared2:
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Do you think I'll be dead before the Restoration?
We all may be dead by morning, and God alone knows who will see tomorrow, much less the renewal of the world...
You are alive now...there is hope :)
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In a way, even if we don't live, we have seen the Restoration already. Its outlines may be indistinct, but we have seen it.
My reason to want to live to see the Restoration is frankly pretty personal. I feel I've wasted a lot of time and I want to be useful somehow, to do something for God, but I don't know what to do in the present moment when everything seems pointless.
But ultimately, the goal is not to see the Restoration, it's to see God in heaven. The Restoration will not be like a Renaissance Faire with everyone dancing and singing, it will be a medieval-type world with everyone working hard on farms and doing back-breaking labor, trying to rebuild the world. True joy is found in heaven, in the presence of God. The Restoration is still an earthly event, no matter how glorious, and this is still a fallen world.
If I do live to see the Restoration, I will have undergone hell and will very weary, not the relatively bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Raoul of today ( despite that my life is already grisly, it takes a lot to beat me down ). I just feel like my life is incomplete at the moment, I want to be of service and work off some purgatory time -- never in my life have I FIT anywhere and before I die I hope I do -- but it's all up to God.
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I told my neighborhood playmate that they would go to hell if they were not Catholic. She ran into the house to tell her father who was a baptist preacher.
My mother told me not to tell the neighbors that anymore.
:laugh1:
They are all still living, so there is hope.
Does your Avatar symbolize something?
I wish I could say my school uniform. But it is a tartan from an area in Scotland but it is not my family tartan. I will switch it to a tartan I have the right to use shortly.
I liked the colors of this one. So I used it but shouldn't have. :-(
It is way cool! Totally unique!!
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One benefit of being young is ofcourse that we have more chance of beholding the Restoration with our eyes. But yes, I agree that having pre-1958 experiences is a priceless treasure.
Domine, dona nobis panem, pacem, regem et papam sanctam.
Do you think I'll be dead before the Restoration? :scared2:
I did not mean to imply that. :laugh1:
Maybe you'll be alive and I'll be dead. Only God knows.
Gladius, obviously the years before the sixties were already being imbued with the poison of the revolutionaries. They have been infiltrating the ranks of the clergy since the beginning of the 20th century. What I meant to say is that at least the true faith was still coming from the Vatican, protecting all those of good will. People knew what the faith was back then. My grandmother still knows her catechism better than many 'learned' novus ordites today.
Raoul, of course it cannot be compared to the Beatific Vision, but it will be an era of peace without precedent, and the faith will be kept and revered by almost everyone. What work or toil can deprive us of the joy of seeing the glory of Holy Mother Church increased like never before?
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Any memories to share?
I went to Catholic School. There were only 3 lay teachers that I had in the first 8 years.
There was a convent next to the school and I was in it twice. :dancing:
At least 10 sisters lived there if I can recall correctly which I can't too much anymore.
The rectory housed three priests.
We attended Mass and Communion EVERY DAY. And then came back to class to eat our breakfasts. I also ate my lunch at that time, too. :ready-to-eat:
I know that doesn't sound very exciting. :sleep:
There were 4 Catholic Parishes with schools in my small city.
Its not sinful to reminisce, I hope.
Darcy, I like this post a lot. Being born in the dismal '70s, it's always good to hear things like this. And I like that little detail about you eating your breakfast and lunch at the same time. :laugh1: Did you get in trouble for it?
Trouble? That starts with "T", and that rhymes with "Darcy".
:laugh2:
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Any memories to share?
I went to Catholic School. There were only 3 lay teachers that I had in the first 8 years.
There was a convent next to the school and I was in it twice. :dancing:
At least 10 sisters lived there if I can recall correctly which I can't too much anymore.
The rectory housed three priests.
We attended Mass and Communion EVERY DAY. And then came back to class to eat our breakfasts. I also ate my lunch at that time, too. :ready-to-eat:
I know that doesn't sound very exciting. :sleep:
There were 4 Catholic Parishes with schools in my small city.
Its not sinful to reminisce, I hope.
Darcy, I like this post a lot. Being born in the dismal '70s, it's always good to hear things like this. And I like that little detail about you eating your breakfast and lunch at the same time. :laugh1: Did you get in trouble for it?
Trouble? That starts with "T", and that rhymes with "Darcy".
:laugh2:
sorry.
Trouble? That starts with "T" and that rhymes with "D" and that stands for "Darcy".
:laugh2:
I can type faster than I think. :laugh1:
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I was born in 1940, attended Catholic school my entire life.
I still remember the day when I discovered the nuns had legs, I thought they floated along the floor. One day a nun lifted her habit a bit to show us her shoes, (can't remember why) and my fantasy about them bursted like a balloon. :pop:
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I was born in 1940, attended Catholic school my entire life.
I still remember the day when I discovered the nuns had legs, I thought they floated along the floor. One day a nun lifted her habit a bit to show us her shoes, (can't remember why) and my fantasy about them bursted like a balloon. :pop:
The nuns would always hold their hands under their habits, so one never knew what they were hiding. Usually it was a pointer or a ruler!
Ouch!!
ok. I'm not laughing.
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Of course it wasn't perfect (there was trouble brewing below the surface, that came out at Vatican 2) but the pre-Vatican 2 church was a well run army , lots of priests nuns(the real kind) excellent teachers of morals, penmanship (remember that) and other subjects and always taught in a Catholic context. It was in fact done so well that parents neglected their role in teaching why we believe so and so , not just that we believe this. The kids wore uniforms not like the slobs we have running around our public schools with their butts hanging out. Of course because things were going so well we didn't see things happening, such as lesbians entering the convent and ɧoɱosɛҳųαƖs entering the priesthood along with masons and communists. So when there chance came many were shocked what some of these people were really like. The only remnants we have of those days are our Latin Mass and the great books written long before the council how good they were and are again.