Spent all day in a classroom today, a Saturday with only 2 small windows. Got to thinking about my first holy communion as insurance terms bounced around the classroom. I suppose you can call it my first spiritual milestone. I grew up in Maysville, NC, but the closest Catholic Church was in Morehead City, St Egbert's, about 3 blocks from the beach/water. It was the first Catholic Church in the area, built in 1929. I remember I could smell the marsh. (I'm betting my Dad dropped the family off and he went fishing!)
We were all dressed in white. White shoes, socks, tie, jacket...white everything...with white rosary beads wrapped around our little hands...carrying little white bibles....I've seen pictures. My brother and I looked so angelic, so innocent.
But the pictures now vaguely resemble eery wedding pictures...the little girls wore white veils...and when they knelt at the altar to receive first communion, their veils were lifted by the altar boy so the priest could lay the communion wafer on their little tongues.
That day was all very overwhelming. But I remember loving all the attention. It was probably a big deal b/c there weren't that many Catholics in 1958 living in Eastern NC. I remember a picture of the first holy communion procession line in the Morehead City paper.
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