Here is a picture of me and my sisters all standing in a line. You can see in the picture that my sister Cathy is wearing blue stockings. She is the slow poke of the family. The rest of the girls wore their Sunday best.
Can you imagine six girls all getting ready for church at the same time. It was quite traumatic to say the least. I would always hide in one of the many closets. My mom would get quite frustrated with me because I didn't like to go to church. Too much sitting, standing, knelling, singing and praying.
Sometimes my father was on one of his benders so he would have to go to confession booth. My mother would always threaten him about calling Uncle Victor, my dad's brother. He is priest.
The only good thing about church is that after church you get to go to the gymnasium to buy a Jelly filled donut for 25 cents and free juice
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