This is what I remember. I started first grade in September of 1957. The fast was 3 hours for food and 1 hour for water at that time. I’m not a fast starter in the morning, so I wasn’t going to eat before leaving home anyway. We attended Mass every school day, and receieved First Communion in the sprin of first grade. The school children were expected to be at the 10:15 Mass, and very few exceptions were acceptable. My mother wasn’t a fast starter either, and I got a lot of grief for attending the wrong Mass. There were kids at school who remembered that the water fountains would be wrapped in burlap bags before Mass, so the midnight fast must have been in effect at that time. Many kids brough cold scrambled egg sandwiches of soggy toast. I was more of a donut or Twinkies girl myself.
There were no Mass after the 11:30 Mass. And no music. The 10:15 was the big guns and it was pretty long.
In eight grade we moved, and the new parish had Mass as late as noon. Other parishes around us had a Mass at 5pm. And yes, that’s where we tended to go. My father worked a different shift every week, and I’m sure this is why we didn’t do well with schedules.
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I’m almost 60, and I still fast from midnight. I get to church about 8:30 to practice for the 9am, and we usually practice again until about 10:45, so I don’t eat until about 11 am. My dad and I go out for breakfast most Sundays. I’m diabetic, and this is not a problem for me, not even really hard to do. One hour is all that’s required, but you can certainly do a little more if you choose. I do drink water, lots of it. I definitely brush my teeth, and nobody ever said I shouldn’t back in grade school. A little longer fast is kind of like not eating meat on Friday. It’s no longer required, but it’s not a big deal, just a little something extra. Once in a while it’s inconvenient, but never more than that.