I Survived Growing Up Catholic

Discussion in 'Life After Brown' started by moreluck, Feb 8, 2013.

  1. moreluck

    moreluck golden ticket member

    At PT Stewie's suggestion, here's the thread for all those Catholic stories....
  2. Anonymous 10

    Anonymous 10 Guest

    My dad got in a little trouble when I was five and I stopped being a Catholic. Everything ended and I won't away. No religion for ten more years until I was taken in by a relative. I new nothing of God and was taught. Catholicism had passed me by at this point. It didn't matter. I discovered the true meaning of Christ. Saved my destroyed soul and I found my family of Catholics again and they treated me like a second class citizen. I was never confirmed so I was lost. What's lost for some is something Jesus found. It is what it is. Grow up poor become a teamster and live like a king. Try and take this away and ill plot to win in the end. I've been hungry unlike a lot of people and I'm not going back without a fight.
  3. Ms.PacMan

    Ms.PacMan Well-Known Member

    I went to parochial school.

    They used to make us kneel on the floors to make sure the skirts touched.

    I once got hit in the head with a windex bottle for talking in class.
  4. rod

    rod retired and happy

    When I was going to high school Catolic girls were considered "easy". I sould start another thread called "I survived marrying a Catolic girl".
  5. serenity now

    serenity now Guest

    glass or plastic,...... well it makes a difference
  6. moreluck

    moreluck golden ticket member

    In the all girl high school, Mother Thaddea used to make us kneel down, the hem had to touch the floor and you were OK.
    We always walked away and rolled the skirts up again.

    We had to wear saddle oxfords (with black & white or the brown&white saddles). We had the white blouses, but no ties or scarves required. We also had no boys my final 3 years.
  7. brownmonster

    brownmonster Man of Great Wisdom

    I once confessed to The Father that I was in love with my sister. He said, "how can that be, you have such beautiful brothers".
  8. cachsux

    cachsux Wah

    NO ONE survives growing up Catholic.
  9. cachsux

    cachsux Wah

    They need to have Catholics Anonymous.
  10. gingerkat

    gingerkat Well-Known Member

    Agree with cachsux. Going to Catholic school and being brought up strict Catholic has left an ugly impression of organized religion on me. I wish I could reset my brain of so many of those teachings that still linger.
  11. moreluck

    moreluck golden ticket member

    These were our grade school nuns (Holy Humility of Mary (HHM). A wooden ruler was a weapon of mass destruction in their hands.
  12. Jones

    Jones fILE A GRIEVE! Staff Member

    I was raised catholic and though I haven't been to church in almost 30 years I'm sure I could walk into a catholic service and feel right at home. I still love all the imagery and the music, aesthetically I think it's the most beautiful of the christian sects.

    Gregorian Chant - "Salve Regina" - YouTube
  13. Integrity

    Integrity Binge Poster


    My grandmother was a great lover of the Lord.

    She was a devout follower and she worshipped in the Catholic Church.

    I no longer worship in the Catholic Church however there are many beautiful things about it that I do appreciate and miss a little bit.

    The Catholic Church has changed a lot.

  14. Integrity

    Integrity Binge Poster


    What would you share at your first meeting?

  15. 728ups

    728ups offending people on the internet since 1995

    I have always felt the Bavarian Award Certificates( Bayern Urkunden) were much more colourful and detailed due to the Catholic background of Southern Germany22_Feuerwehrfrau_Leer_Bayern.jpg25_AufdaLeiter_Leer_Bayern.jpg
  16. UpstateNYUPSer

    UpstateNYUPSer Very proud grandfather.

    I was raised as a Catholic.

    My daughter married a Lutheran which is basically Catholicism without all of the guilt and condescencion.
  17. Ms.PacMan

    Ms.PacMan Well-Known Member

    Ironically, my grandmother bought me a little religious card for my wallet when I got my driver's license.

    It has the Archangel Raphael on the front and the back reads: Oh God, Almighty Father....grant that we, engaged in driving along the roads of this world, as automobile drivers in service of our brother, may always be mindful of our grave responsibility, and do show us the way of charity and prudence.

    I still have it and carry it with my DOT card.
  18. pretender

    pretender Active Member

    We had the IHM nuns in grade school--I remember the wooden rulers, and the girls also had to kneel down to see if their skirts touched the floor. Every now and then, when someone sees my handwriting, I am asked if I went to a Catholic school...

    My dad was a non practicing Catholic. I can't remember the first time, but there was an occasion when a few of the nuns visited our house. My dad did not put on any pretenses, and treated them the same as anyone else. I think they found it a bit of relief, because they became regular visitors, and my dad would make pizza for them and would offer them a beer. (I don't think they ever had one.) They just enjoyed being able to kick back, so to speak. They have all passed away now, but they kept in touch for many years after we were all out of school.
  19. Inthegame

    Inthegame Well-Known Member

    First grade bathroom break, lined up at the urinal, somebody (not me) talks and in rushes (floats) SISTER JAMES ANN and nearly lifts me off the ground by the hair as she slaps me back and forth across the face. To this day I don't talk to anyone in rest rooms cause I know she's listening somewhere.

    Nuns in grade school and for good measure went to an all boys Jesuit high school. God Bless them all.
  20. moreluck

    moreluck golden ticket member

    Hubby went to Archbishop Hoban H.S. in Akron and it was all boy, taught by the Brothers of Holy Cross.