official designation was, but at SEA the service nuns mainly worked in the kitchen. The sisters were excellent cooks and even better bakers. Thursday was cookie day and for about a quarter you could purchase 3 chocolate chip cookies during lunch period. This transaction was a lot safer than going to the bakery up the street for cookies for about the same price. However, you could not kick back and have a cigarette in the school cafeteria.
Thursday being designated cookie day must have been a religious-order thing because when
my brother Neil went to McBride High School, the cafeteria brothers made cookies every Thursday . My brother Brian went to St. Louis University High School and I don't know if
SLUH even had a designated cookie day let alone specifically Thursday. Probably not because Jesuits make it their business to never copy any group, religious or secular.
SLUH even had a designated cookie day let alone specifically Thursday. Probably not because Jesuits make it their business to never copy any group, religious or secular.
The Hohlfelds on Tholozan also had a designated activity on Thursdays. It was trash day. When they were growing up, my brothers were not burdened with many chores. How they turned out to be such wonderful husbands is a mystery to me. Neil had at least one household duty. He was in charge of getting the trash ready and putting it out in the alley on Wednesday night. I think my brother Brian had a chore relating to our dog, Fang, because theoretically Fang was his dog.
Anyway, every Wednesday night my mom and Neil would engage in a conversation that
started with my mom asking, "Do you know what tomorrow is?" And Neil would answer,
"Cookie Day." A variation of this exchange went on almost every Wednesday night until Neil graduated from high school.
I haven't told you how much I enjoy reading these memories. I remember some things , of course, but others are seen through a different lens of a more mature rememberer, so they are kind of new to me. I loved the one about grandpa watering the lawn. I notice that smell too, and it reminds me of those evenings. I also remember being around grandma's house during summer days, the shadows of leaves on the brick, reading mags with lyrics to the top 10 up in Barb's bedroom. I never realized Barb was mean to you, although I do remember JoAn being kind of scary.
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