Spiritual Bouquets. We drew a picture of Mary, and then drew flowers around her. We colored them all with crayons. Then beside each flower, Miss Alice would fill in what we wanted each one to be. A rose might equal one Hail Mary, a daisy would stand for an Our Father, and tulip could be a Glory Be. We made these in October for Holy Rosary month, and for Mother's day in May. At home, I made my own Spiritual Bouquets for any special occasion that happened to come up. I made them for both Mom and Dad. I loved Spiritual Bouquets.
One day, not only did we make a Spiritual Bouquet, we also made a construction-paper altar.
The altar was folded and pasted to hold our Spiritual Bouquet in position. On that day, after Kindergarten, I was scheduled to go to a friend's house. Her name was, I think, Bitsy
McCally. She was a little skinny girl with fair skin and long reddish hair. She lived on Shaw Place, a circular, private drive off of Shaw Avenue. When we got to her house, she gave her mom our papers from that day's class.
It was a beautiful autumn day and we played on her swing set and had snacks under a big tree in her back yard. Then we went into play in her room. It was upstairs. It was hard for me to imagine a house that big. Grandma Santa's house was large, but Bitsy's was huge. Another thing that was hard for me to comprehend was she had three bathrooms, maybe even more! There were at least two downstairs and a least one upstairs. During this period in my life,
I enjoyed spending a lot of time in bathrooms. In bathrooms that were new to me, I went
often and long. Restaurants were a joy.
We played with her dollhouse and eventually it was time to go home. Her mom put us in the
back seat of the car and off we went. We just made it to the end of the circular street and I
realized I had forgotten my Spiritual Bouquet and Altar. I couldn't get the words our fast
enough. Neither Bitsy or her mother could understand what I was saying. Finally, I made my
self clear and we went back to get them.
Bitsy ran up to the door with me and my Mom let us in. I waved good bye to Bitsy and ran
up the steps. I was talking a mile- a- minute, telling Mom about the swing set, the big tree,
the big house, the doll house. I completed my description by telling her, "They've got three
bathrooms!" My Mom responded, "I bet you used all three." With utter delight, I answered,
"I Did."
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