Saturday, January 21, 2006
Jak Sie Masz, Y'all
This morning my Mother, da Polish Rose of da Bronx, was remarking to me about how as a senior citizen, her short term memory is shot but she is now recalling more and more old term memories. To wit . . .
It was the early 1950's, and Mom and a group of her gal pals had decided to drive down to Williamsburg, VA from NYC on a vacation trip. The first Sunday that they are there, one girl insists that they just have to find a Catholic church to attend Mass. After asking numerous people on the street, they are finally directed to one, some 30 miles outside of the town where they are staying, just in time for the early morning service.
The girls sit in the back of the Church. Before them, arranged in the front row, are about a half a dozen elderly women, their heads covered in the "babushka" style kerchiefs. The priest comes out and begins intoning the Latin Mass.
However, comes now time for the homily. He faces the grandmothers and begins earnestly preaching to them . . . in Polish. My mother's friends immediately ask her what he is saying, as Mom could understand Polish from her immigrant grandparents. Ma listens . . . and realizes he is lecturing them about the sin of using contraceptives. Go figure.
This is an example of the gems my mother tells me. Of course, this is the same woman who once told me - in all seriousness - that we're lucky they did not decide to hang Jesus since we'd all look pretty silly wearing a guy on a noose around our necks. Can you see why I love tha gal?