You know, when I was a kid in the early 1960's

[Siwsan]

47. The funny thing was, this nun didn't particularly like me, but the Mother Superior did.

The nuns at this school were pretty solidly Irish Americans and highly favored the Irish American students - a number of who's parents were physicians and General Motors executive types. Then there was me - Welsh American with a Dad who was a teacher/coach/athletic director at the local public high school. I wasn't quite in the 'untouchable' caste, but not that far out of it, either.

I never did figure out why Mother Adeline liked me, so much, but she likely saved me from the wrath of Sister Patricia. I met up with a former classmate at the 50th anniversary party for this parish, and while we were catching up someone mentioned that Sister Patricia just walked in. My friend looked at me and said "The hair on the back of my neck just went up. How about you?" We both just anxiously looked around and then burst into laughter. We then proceeded to avoid running into her.