Catholic High School Girls in Trouble. Part 2: The formative years.
The title got you, didn't it? Someone asked me to write in a little greater detail about my non- girlfriend girlfriend. Here ya go. When you grew up in a Catholic household as the oldest son things could get a little overbearing. If you interview five children in the order they were born in you will find that things tend to ease up as parents learn how to rear children. For me, every single girl I looked at was concern for my mother to make sure she was a good Catholic. Of course, about fifteen years later when my sister announced she was marrying Jew nobody paid it any mind. What is interesting to note is Mom was born an Irish Catholic. Dad's mother was Lutheran, his father Baptist. He was raised a Congregationalist. Later on his own he became a Catholic. He attributed it to a chaplain he met in the service. He also never tried to force any religion on his children. In '81 when I returned home Dad confessed that the one secret he felt