Yes Palmas, we were blessed by having many altar boys and took turns serving a week at a time at a particular time. There were many cassocks in the closets for all to use, but each of us had our own surplice which our moms washed, starched and ironed between turns. No tennis shoes allowed. The older guys got out of class to serve funerals. I don’t remember, but I think marriages were always on Saturday late morning. We usually got a little stipend or gift which went into a fund and after school ended for the year, the assistant and a couple of the K of C’s took us to an amusement park. One was on Bob-Lo Island at the head of Lake Erie and we got to go there on a multi decked boat. There was a rail around an opening over the engine room and we could watch all the machinery that drove the boat.
As for serving and looking at the congregation, you may recall that their were parts of the Mass where we sat for a bit two on one side with the priest and two on the other side of the sanctuary. Except for the 5 AM masses there were always four altar boys. Looking at girls? Who at the age of 12 or 13 was even interested?
I had been a Religious Ed Instructor for high school age kids for about 20 years and I would say that adolescent boys with a lagging interest in attending Mass had nothing to do with TLM or NO. Its just adolescent boys in general. I did not intend to imply that that my lack of enthusiam was due to the form of the Mass.
As for not knowing the English meaning of most of the Latin prayers we recited, no one ever said that we needed to know. Obviously the very short ones we understood by osmosis. It has been the vernacular Mass that basically taught me the meaning of some of the longer ones. Never even occurred to me to look in my bilingual Sunday Missal to figure it out.
As for what I dragged up as possible abuses, I suppose discounting most of them might well be appropriate, but you did ask and I tried my best to answer from my memories of those olden days. I think a lot of us were at Mass because it was required to be there. As far as being required to follow or pray along with the priest, if one was not serving, I never really thought about it. Thus praying the rosary during Mass would have seemed very normal to me back then. Today, I would see it as being at least a little strange if not an abuse.
In some ways I feel like I sat myself up as a “strawman” for someone to shoot down. I was trying to give a sincere response.