Sundays after a midnight fast, and Saturday night baths
we put on our freshly pressed clothes, dark pants and white shirts for the boys,
and chiffon with lace for the girls, with curled hair under straw bonnets,
feet squeezed into paten leather shoes, handed down from the oldest to youngest
lucky if we went to the eight o’clock service but sometimes had to go at nine
because Mother sang in the choir but on holy days we waited for the 12:00 mass
by then we were starving especially if the day was hot
someone would pass out in the pew or get a bloody nose
but there was no persuading mother about getting a snack
so we piled into the car without complaining hoping the service would be fast.
The best part was when we left the church taking off those awful clothes
and eating breakfast, usually bacon and eggs with tortillas sometimes she would fix
pancakes with warm maple syrup it tasted so good.
Company visited every Sunday uncles and aunts and lots of cousins
no lunch but an early supper playing outside long after the sun went down.
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