Confirmation Day - 1. May 1968 |
On the morning of the ceremony, my parents took me to Boston to Filene's Department Store to have a formal portrait of the event immortalized. I had only managed to write out the question 47 times and had not finished the assignment. I was very worried I wouldn't be confirmed.
When we got back to the church for the ceremony, I begged my father to deliver my incomplete assignment to the Monseigneur. Dad did.
While robing and lining up for the ceremony, my friend told us she had hand-delivered the assignment to the Monseigneur. Monseigneur didn't even look at the assignment or question my friend. He just took her papers, tore them up, and tossed them in the trash in front of her. I was glad I didn't finish the assignment.
Sounds like complete torture to me! Love your photograph though, you look so angelic ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL yeah, back then I was a Goodie Two Shoes. Scared to death of the nuns.
DeleteSo why did he tear them up?
ReplyDeleteNice pic:)
Because he was a mean S.O.B. The work meant nothing, and so, we meant nothing.
DeleteI will keep my opinions on this to myself........ Cute picture, though. :)
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