Suspicions
My Grandma is a very, very devout Catholic of good, one-of-nine-children Irish stock. Until her marbles started to slowly roll away from her, she was up at 6 every morning to pray the Rosary for a couple of hours before going to Mass. She was like this even when her children were young, and even now she lives in a home run by nuns and is still going to church every day.

Both her and her three sisters were sent to convent school, with the intention that they would become brides of Christ. The three sisters managed it*.

For some reason, though, my Grandma didn't. She was considered to be "not nun material." Which is somewhat puzzling, given that even her sisters think she's a bit keen.

There is part of me that wants to know exactly what she was doing at convent school that she's spent the rest of her life trying to make up for.

Then I remember that I'd probably have to take my brain out and scrub it in acetone if I did find out.


*including Sr. Celine, a magnificent jolly Guinness-supping, squeezebox-playing specimen
(Concrete Cow, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 17:04, Reply)