I was in a local beer bar tonight, Stuffed Sandwich, when I met up with a Domer by the name of Y.A. Hays (Hayes?), ND class of '59. Great guy. I mentioned the Bengal Bouts and he went off on that subject for some time. That was apparently a big thing to him. Next I asked him where he lived when at ND, and supposed he was in school before the fixed residence program was implemented. The guy was astounded that an outsider knew how the residence hall arrangements had changed since he matriculated, but I explained that such things were just known by regular college sports fans. He gave me the fish eye on that one. Anyway, thanks for the ND knowledge over the years. It certainly makes for some great conversation.
LOL! Glad to oblige, Rick. I'm sure Y.A. went away wondering how ND's residence hall history had become so widely known throughout the country. He probably got home and said to his wife, Hey honey! Guess what..............! :lol:
I was talking to his wife and she called him over. They were there with a group of San Gabriel Golf Club members (guys wearing course shirts and Tiger belts). She told me how they were both L.A. natives and that she went to Sacred Heart and he went to Loyola High before Notre Dame. She wasn't elitist about it at all, but you could tell she was proud of their Catholic education. Does that give you guys a pass through purgatory or something?
No. We have to play by the same rules as everyone else. However, when I was a young kid well over 50 years ago, the impression left on me by the nuns - when nuns comprised 90% of Catholic elementary faculties - was that there are two kinds of people in the world, Catholics and publics. The Catholics were going to heaven, and the publics weren't. I've come to learn that the nuns' teachings might have been a bit extreme and that most publics really are nice people. Today, much later in life, some of my best friends are publics. :lol:
Sorry I haavent been on much by the time I get home I just want to hide away somewhere . ... Once a Catholic School girl always one.... I didnt go there but my aunt did a really nice school in la . then she went to marymount also in la
I wonder which order of nuns could lay down the worst beatings. I attended St. Anthony School in Dayton, Ohio in the 60's and there Franciscan nuns ruled the day. Xercxes hordes had nothing on these little women. In the 4th grade I was sitting at my desk doodling on a piece of paper during a test. Sr. Gemma snuck around behind me like a ninja and guillotined me with her knarled, grotesque prosthetic arm over the top of head. Top that!
My knuckles are permanently disfigured from the ruler bashes in early elementary school. For my first 3 years of HS I attended Bishop Eustace Prep in Pensauken, NJ, run by the Pallotine order of priests, an Italian order many of whose members were Italian immigrants. They defined the word "tough". My family moved to Indianapolis just prior to my senior year. I attended a coed Catholic HS on the east side (Scecina) run by the Franciscan nuns. Having been taught by the Pallotines for 3 years, I thought the nuns were a piece of cake. One day in French class, Sr. Mary Henry, about 70-75 years old, came up behind me as I was chatting with the person next to me and whacked me across the back of the head with the 4" thick French textbook. She got my attention.
I always had Dominicans, and was never rapped on the knuckles. Of course I wasn't likely a heathen like the rest of you lads! :wink: :wink: