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Hi Catharina!
I do know posters who have indeed said that they hated (literally hated) wearing veils OR hats and would never do so again. Now mind you, they never said they would disobey the Church if it became mandatory again, but that’s because they would either say, "Well, it’s not going to happen so why worry’ or “If it does happen, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it”. Since they did express such vehement views I only urged caution in a general sense, not a particular one --I did not however go so far as to say that any given individual would refuse though.
As far as the 'not being able to pop in to church due to being ‘veil-less’. . .well, I’m almost 52 (folks, you can send those birthday cards to me on the Feast of St. Bartholomew, LOL) and as a matter of course all of us ‘girls’ in my family/school/parish were **always prepared **for an impromptu visit to a Church. First, most of us carried those little plastic rainbonnets that cost 50 cents and came in a little case that fit into a pocket–not only good for keeping hair dry in a rainshower, but fine for church as well. Second, in the car glove compartment we always carried extra scraves or chapel veils. Third, we always kept in the far back pocket of our pants, skirts, and/or tops or in one of the sections of our pocketbook either a clean handkerchief (usually one of Grandma’s!) or at a pinch, Kleenex (clean) and bobby pins.
Whether we were on foot, camping ‘out in the wilderness’, in the car exploring, whatever, we had some kind of head gear available. It was as automatic as reaching for your toothbrush in the morning. It is as automatic as today reaching for the sunscreen before going out and making sure you have your keys when you leave the house.
If we had ever been in a situation where we somehow didn’t have a head covering --a bear ate the rainbonnet, we used the Kleenex to staunch the blood from our wounded comrades, the scarf to tie to a tree for the rescuers to find us, etc., and lo and behold as we were being carried from the scene we passed a church and wanted to go in. . .but yikes! no head covering. . .
Well, we just said, “Gee. Wish I had my head covering. Guess I’ll have to go get one and come back. Or wait until next week and make sure I have one then. Now I’ll just quietly recite the rosary on my way to the hospital.”
Because while it would have been nice to go into the church and quietly bleed in the company of the Blessed Sacrament --it was neither a personal ‘right’ that I was entitled to (but a privilege which under the right circumstances I could aspire to), nor was my nonattendance an undeserved deprivation foisted upon me because I was a loathsome female who dared not appear before the Lord with uncovered head for shame.
I do know posters who have indeed said that they hated (literally hated) wearing veils OR hats and would never do so again. Now mind you, they never said they would disobey the Church if it became mandatory again, but that’s because they would either say, "Well, it’s not going to happen so why worry’ or “If it does happen, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it”. Since they did express such vehement views I only urged caution in a general sense, not a particular one --I did not however go so far as to say that any given individual would refuse though.
As far as the 'not being able to pop in to church due to being ‘veil-less’. . .well, I’m almost 52 (folks, you can send those birthday cards to me on the Feast of St. Bartholomew, LOL) and as a matter of course all of us ‘girls’ in my family/school/parish were **always prepared **for an impromptu visit to a Church. First, most of us carried those little plastic rainbonnets that cost 50 cents and came in a little case that fit into a pocket–not only good for keeping hair dry in a rainshower, but fine for church as well. Second, in the car glove compartment we always carried extra scraves or chapel veils. Third, we always kept in the far back pocket of our pants, skirts, and/or tops or in one of the sections of our pocketbook either a clean handkerchief (usually one of Grandma’s!) or at a pinch, Kleenex (clean) and bobby pins.
Whether we were on foot, camping ‘out in the wilderness’, in the car exploring, whatever, we had some kind of head gear available. It was as automatic as reaching for your toothbrush in the morning. It is as automatic as today reaching for the sunscreen before going out and making sure you have your keys when you leave the house.
If we had ever been in a situation where we somehow didn’t have a head covering --a bear ate the rainbonnet, we used the Kleenex to staunch the blood from our wounded comrades, the scarf to tie to a tree for the rescuers to find us, etc., and lo and behold as we were being carried from the scene we passed a church and wanted to go in. . .but yikes! no head covering. . .
Well, we just said, “Gee. Wish I had my head covering. Guess I’ll have to go get one and come back. Or wait until next week and make sure I have one then. Now I’ll just quietly recite the rosary on my way to the hospital.”
Because while it would have been nice to go into the church and quietly bleed in the company of the Blessed Sacrament --it was neither a personal ‘right’ that I was entitled to (but a privilege which under the right circumstances I could aspire to), nor was my nonattendance an undeserved deprivation foisted upon me because I was a loathsome female who dared not appear before the Lord with uncovered head for shame.
