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in May 1972 I was to say the least exicited at the taught that I was to recieve my first holy communion.I was not worried that the nuns in the school had drilled us like commandos and that the parish priest was a cross between a dictator and a wolf hound, I was having my big day and that was that.
Mother gor me this blue suit and white shirt and a dixie bow and I looked like a 70s stand up commic. My hair was styled on the shape of a custard bowl. with red rosett on the suit I was ready to go.
The funny thing is that I only remember one thing,not the mass,not the people who were there, just one thing. The communion breakfast. You have to understand we did not have bouncy castles who hight tea in the hotel after communion like we do now. We all went back to the convent and had the communion breakfast.The growen ups went to the left where there was tea in china cups and the little angles went sent to where there was ice cream and Tayto crips and buns and Cavan Cola. problem . I went in to enthuastic to get to the ice cream that it ended up on my suit.All to one side. So when I came out for the family photos I was covered in desert. I think it was banana ice cream.My mother reacton was OMG or word to that effect. My dad laugh till hartley untill my mother reminded that he was also a parent and the other parents were looking on. So in the family photos ( that were in black and white) my father did the dicent thing and stood beside me and covered the mess. Black and white is all we had and it was all we wanted.
now i am 46 and telling stories of my youth for this web page. the gas thing is that it did not put me off my religion. i was ordained a priest in 1989 and still am in the job, put for some strange reason i hate banna ice cream . i wonder why.