Early years growing up in Brooklyn, we my brothers and I attended a Catholic Grammar School. The Immaculate heart of Mary Parish, still remains, and its stone church has held many rituals. I for one was baptized, received my confirmation in this very special church. My entire family has passed thru its hallowed grounds, both in Baptism ,, marriage,, funerals. It was a classroom with wooden floors, ceiling fans, a central auditorium. Ours was run by nuns, my classroom teacher was a nun. Sister Aquanata, a heavy cross draped and rested on her black apron. We were told to knell aside our desks , and to pray for the President. It may have been the first time our protocol for the afternoon was interrupted. Pray for our President ,,, and return home to your parents. We spent some time kneeling aside our desk,, and when Mother Superior instructed we were all to leave school early. A favorite afternoon treat was during the Christmas Holiday ,, we were asked to sell a variety of Christmas Candies’, for the church. I recall the greenest of candy ,, a Christmas Tree pop. The year was 1963,, and looking back in our years we all must reflect on goings on during significant events that occurred in our lives at a given moment. It would be less then ten years for the day we prayed for Mr. .Kennedy that I would be introduced to the first lady of our country. In the first few years at Mrs.Beales I did not know who was to enter into my life. The journey continues,, I have allowed fate to steer my adventures , and it is a bit of fate ,, faith, and friendship that continues to allow me the grace of a wonderful life. It is very exciting to livened be alive to share our lives.
I’m still pulverized by this gift called life.