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To: E who wrote (15323)	6/23/2002 9:48:23 PM
From: Poet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 21057

Ummmm, no privileges that I know of. I am LMAO over this little gem, though: Of course my father was an atheist, for heaven's sake

To: E who wrote (15323)	6/24/2002 10:36:01 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Respond to of 21057

I was raised staunch catholic by my grandmother, who was truly the matriarch of the family. She took great solace and comfort in her religion, which is about the only thing I think if offers. She too was widowed very young, with 4 children, my mother being a baby of 4 months. [I have another delightful story about 'the man' her dying husband picked to replace him] She dated the second man she married for 16 years, till the children were grown and out of the house. This gramps, that I knew and loved was an atheist. If he couldn't see it, it wasn't there period. No spiritual foolishness for him, but he graciously respected Grams beliefs and stepped aside on all church issues, on the surface at least. Grams did not allow us to eat meat on Fridays, a big nono. She would make delicious non-meat meals to make up for it. Every Friday nite, after it was dark, Gramps would psssst me into the kitchen and offer me a piece of tempting meat to nibble on. In the beginning I said, "gramps I'm not spose to eat meat on Fridays" - his reply? "Sheddy, god not see in dark". It worked for me ! So I'd eat it and continued to do so per our Friday night ritual. Being a good catholic girl [then], I'd go to confession and confess this sin. Finally the priest, who I spose got tired on hearing this every week, asked me why I continued eating meat on Fridays when I knew it was wrong. So, me being a little kid and he being a priest, I told him. If you've never seen a Hungarian woman in righteous wrath, little can be as intimidating! Or a man more contrite. Thus ended our little ritual - except, I quietly ate meat every friday after that.....