This has been fun. Sorry we got off thread, everybody.

We’ll try to get back on.
You lost me here. Don’t remember mentioning a daughter, though I do have one.
Funny, I didn’t have a priest, but my mother made us memorize that as kids.

She got concerned that we weren’t learning about God. Hopefully, you weren’t subjected to hour-long unabridged King James Version Old Testament read in a monotone…:crying: --the Levitical Law, Numbers, the genealogies: “and Abraham begat Isaac and Isaac begat…” on and on through “and Septimus begat Octavius…until the last human was born and died.” No break–on and on and on. :banghead: (We’re still talking about children here, you realize…) There are worse things than growing up devout Catholic–I’m sure of it… But God is merciful. Fortunately, my parents were not very disciplined and these bouts did not last more than a few weeks…We kids went back to our old irreligious selves… And that is probably what made me open to know the **real **Christ (as opposed to the dissected, bisected, theologically correct, interlinearly, concordance and Bible-dictionary worthy Jesus). I needed Him to protect me from His followers!