The girls have been attending preparatory classes for their First Holy Communion, one of the landmark achievement in a Catholic's life. The classes started on a sunday soon after the early morning mass.
This being the case, I had decided that bread would be breakfast. So it was tawa toasted bread and ghee that was offered. being too early in the morning, not everyone was ready for breakfast; so everybody kind of nibbled on bread and after too much of forcing and pushing, everybody was out of the house by 7.00 am for the mass which starts at 6.30. finally we reached the church by 7.15 and therewere looks from people in the church (I wonder what right people who have reached 5 minutes earlier to stare at the followers); anyway after the mass the girls reached the class. The class was over by 9.00am. we reached home by 9.15 and then then force fed the girls with something so that they last till the time lunch was ready. Did not bother with the husband. Bread was there on the table.... he could eat if he wanted
At about 11.00 am, husband was checking frantically if lunch was ready. the change in his schedule was disturbing him it seems and he wanted to have lunch. I was on the verge of giving a sharp retort when Rose says "You know achacha, Jesus fasted for 40 days, and you cant even stay hungry for a minute". Both of us were taken aback, we burst out laughing and decided that catechism may be was not right.
The next day, while getting the herd ready for school, I was offered another boond of knowledge. Rose comes into the kitchen and tells me," Amma, May was discarded by her parents when she was born" and i ask, WHich Mary,assuming that she was referring to someone in her class". She gives me a queer look and says condescendingly, "Mother Mary Amma"
The next lesson came the very next day. After the class, Rose was telling me a story that was told by the catechism teacher, about a boy, whose mother encouraged him to steal and finally when he became a big thief and was put in jail for his crimes, he told his mother who came to see him that it was she who made him a criminal and that he did not want to see her. Ann the eternal cynic who was sitting close by replied thus," eh go yeah, the teacher made it up, as if anything like this can happen?"
This being the case, I had decided that bread would be breakfast. So it was tawa toasted bread and ghee that was offered. being too early in the morning, not everyone was ready for breakfast; so everybody kind of nibbled on bread and after too much of forcing and pushing, everybody was out of the house by 7.00 am for the mass which starts at 6.30. finally we reached the church by 7.15 and therewere looks from people in the church (I wonder what right people who have reached 5 minutes earlier to stare at the followers); anyway after the mass the girls reached the class. The class was over by 9.00am. we reached home by 9.15 and then then force fed the girls with something so that they last till the time lunch was ready. Did not bother with the husband. Bread was there on the table.... he could eat if he wanted
At about 11.00 am, husband was checking frantically if lunch was ready. the change in his schedule was disturbing him it seems and he wanted to have lunch. I was on the verge of giving a sharp retort when Rose says "You know achacha, Jesus fasted for 40 days, and you cant even stay hungry for a minute". Both of us were taken aback, we burst out laughing and decided that catechism may be was not right.
The next day, while getting the herd ready for school, I was offered another boond of knowledge. Rose comes into the kitchen and tells me," Amma, May was discarded by her parents when she was born" and i ask, WHich Mary,assuming that she was referring to someone in her class". She gives me a queer look and says condescendingly, "Mother Mary Amma"
The next lesson came the very next day. After the class, Rose was telling me a story that was told by the catechism teacher, about a boy, whose mother encouraged him to steal and finally when he became a big thief and was put in jail for his crimes, he told his mother who came to see him that it was she who made him a criminal and that he did not want to see her. Ann the eternal cynic who was sitting close by replied thus," eh go yeah, the teacher made it up, as if anything like this can happen?"
