Sensory-Imprinted Memories of School...

This thread brought back another memory of mine. I went to a Catholic grade school and if you got good marks you could miss class for a few days a month to clean the convent. One of the times I was scrubbing the floor in a Nun's bedroom the Nun walked in. She didn't have her habit on and I could see her hair. She had a braid and her hair reached all the way down her back. I was shocked. Right after that, I had to set the table for their lunch. Their dishes looked like they must have cost a fortune. They were made of beautiful china .
 


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