No trauma really, more like a bunch of funny stories about the nuns and priests that lived in our little church. There were very strict rules requiring all females to wear some kind of covering on their head at mass. Every Sunday all the children met in the basement where we were divided into a row of girls and a row of boys. As the first hymn started upstairs signaling that all adults were seated, then we were marched upstairs to entire down the center isle like little brides and grooms. The boys split to one side, the girls to the other in the first few rows.
As we waited downstairs the nuns inspected our clothes. One Sunday I rushed out the house forgetting my little white hat. Oh NO, I knew what was coming. Sister Benjamina (a short fat nun) asked me where my hat was and I had to tell her the truth (after all she was a nun). Out comes her hand from one of those hidden pockets in her habit with a white hankie. And her other hand produced a bobby pin. In the blink of an eye she pinned that hankie to my head. I had to sit through the entire mass wondering if it was a clean or dirty hankie. Since she snatched it off my head as we descended back into the dark, damp basement for further instruction. I never found out what condition it was in but let me tell you I never, ever forgot my little white hat again.
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Date: 2005-08-05 07:58 am (UTC)As we waited downstairs the nuns inspected our clothes. One Sunday I rushed out the house forgetting my little white hat. Oh NO, I knew what was coming. Sister Benjamina (a short fat nun) asked me where my hat was and I had to tell her the truth (after all she was a nun). Out comes her hand from one of those hidden pockets in her habit with a white hankie. And her other hand produced a bobby pin. In the blink of an eye she pinned that hankie to my head. I had to sit through the entire mass wondering if it was a clean or dirty hankie. Since she snatched it off my head as we descended back into the dark, damp basement for further instruction. I never found out what condition it was in but let me tell you I never, ever forgot my little white hat again.