My mother would be 90 years old next week. Mass is being said for her at her church in Lexington, a church to which she was devoted and muy pissed when in my teenage rebellion I refused to go. It was a bit sad to call there and arrange this Mass and realize nobody is around who remembers her. She died in 1986.
Well, I remember of course. Herewith some of her best sayings:
Wearing her mumu, Bud Lite in hand: "What time is the 5 o'clock mass for crissakes"?
"Your poor father's sisters are lovely women. Could never live with them."
"No beer? There's no beer?! Get in the car an go over to your Uncle Jack's basement. He always keeps a stash...never mind breaking in , just do it!"
"I think its very nice your friends are gay. Young people should be happy."
"If the nuns are gonna walk around without the habit they may as well go to the damned hairdresser. They all look like men."
"Glory be to Peter!"
When as a five year old I asked why a nun never had a baby she replied, "Jesus Mary and Joseph! God love you...ask the pope!--the schools today are much too progressive..."
More to come!
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