“I’m Jewish. I don’t work out. If God had wanted us to bend over, He would have put diamonds on the floor.” ~ Joan Rivers.
As a kid, one of my favorite days to head to church with Mom & Dad was Palm Sunday. Normally, my favorite treat was the communion wafer (one was ok, but they really should have passed a bowl around – like a bucket of popcorn. And I know that would’ve been a hit with the “audience” because I always heard growling tummies, sometimes over the rumble of snores).
Palm Sunday was SOUVENIR DAY!!!
All parishioners were lucky enough to go home with a door prize of fresh palms! And I loved those palms — sometimes I’d grab a couple of extra fronds on the way out for my “sick” sister at home (yeah, the one I didn’t have). Ok, call me greedy, but this technique I learned from my Dad, who would always tuck an extra Italian roll or Granny Smith in his pocket at the breakfast buffet (the scrambled would’ve been a bit too messy).
(ITALIAN LESSON: Sunday = Domenica)
P.S. One of my least favorite church days: Ash Wednesday (you can read that post here: http://www.madnessmomandme.com/2010/02/sadistic-priest-burns-little-girl-with-cigar/ )
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LOL. My mother was in charge of setting up for communion, so I had access to BOXES of those little wafers, which are pretty good with peanut butter or just plain in stacks of 15 or 20.
Just found out that Palm Sunday was Mom’s LEAST favorite church day, because Dad always went a bit too palm-crazy. Yup, he would grab a couple of extra handfuls on the way out, and it was mom’s job to find a place in the house for all these things, and we only had so many crosses!