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Small Town USA: the Good the Bad and the Ugly

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David In Indy:
Did you read the story I posted in my blog tonight?

I don't think anyone has!  :'(

*sniff*

 ;)

Shakesthecoffecan:

--- Quote from: David925 on October 25, 2006, 10:22:11 pm ---

But once a Protestant friend of mine told me his minister told the congregation that all Catholics are witches and we dabble in sorcery. Apparently he was referring to the Transubstantiation (the priest changing the bread and wine into the Body and Blood of Christ). This minister called the Catholic Mass "Black Magic". The tragic part is my friend believed it. Why? Because his minister said so. I felt very offended by that and still do, actually.


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I had a similar experence when I was about 13, a friend too me to a Bible study at his Baptist Church and the preecher spoke of cults, the Moonies, othe churches, and the Catholics.

Now at that point in life I had never met a Catholic, but I knew I came from Catholic ancestors, and friend, them long dead people jumped in my soul and demanded I stick up for them. I questioned the preechers inclusion of the wellestablished Catholic chuch and he went on a diatribe about black masses, etc. I told my friend I could not go to church with him any more. It was pretty much the end of our friendship, and that hurt.

Today I have distain for the dogma of the Catholic Church, but am mindful of the refuge and tool it was to my Irish Ancestors who sought refuge there against the English. I am a mixture of all these people, and more. I hope I embody the healing of the issues that divided them.

"Small" is sometimes dosen't describe the size of the towns, but the size of the minds that live there.

injest:
Good things

picking blackberries, getting your fingers stained and scratched, keeping a close eye out for snakes. Half hoping to see one so you can run off, squealing, not really believing any harm could come from it.

the smell of the river, dank, fishy, earthy

old, dark, dusty stores with mysterious wares and odd corners and nooks...wAndering the aisles, wOndering what this was...what that is...old things made of iron and wood.

injest:
the big decision of the day? which flavor Icee to get....waiting to see what next weeks flavor will be.

No fast food places...if you ate out it was at the truck stop or a family owned restaurant...a rare treat. Sitting in a big booth on vinyl seats (naugahyde??)

injest:
Easter

My favorite holiday

always a big thing when I was growing up. We would go to a relatives house, 5000 eggs and a couple hundred kids. Big bowls of brightly colored eggs. The night before we spent hours carefully decorating and dying them...each thinking theirs was the best.

There would be a prize egg for grown ups and prize eggs for the little ones. Prizes for the one who found the most.

We knew that the eggs laying out in plain view were not for us big kids (prizes not withstanding) those were for the little ones...the ones who toddled out holding onto their parents fingers and were so surprised to find eggs laying in the yard!

Little girls in dresses, slips so full the dresses were as wide as they were tall...little boys in tiny suits and ties.

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