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From: rbowman <bowman@montana.com>
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Subject: Re: Remember "Bit-Slice" Chips ?
Date: 15 Dec 2024 01:37:36 GMT
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On Sat, 14 Dec 2024 23:21:30 +0100, D wrote:

> In the few protestant services I remember from my childhood (my mother
> was religious, my father not) there was plenty of singing. Afterwars,
> there would sometimes be coffee and cake.

I don't recall ever going to church with my mother. The whole thing was 
sprung on me at a late date. During Boy Scout Week they made a big deal 
about going to church with your family and I asked the fatal question 
'What's church?' 

To complicate matters my mother had been divorced so my father 
theoretically was excommunicated for marrying her. So they enrolled me in 
the Catholic First Communion class and my father dutifully took me to 
Mass. I would have thought it a raw deal to be dragged out of bed Sunday 
morning while my mother read the papers so she started going to the Dutch 
Reformed church.  The communion class did not go well when the nun asked 
me to recite on of the Ten Commandments and realized I didn't even know 
there were Ten Commandments let alone knowing a specific one. 'You're a 
little heathen!' She didn't know how right she was. 

One summer they sent me to the Reformed summer bible school to keep me out 
of trouble. That wasn't so bad since the Methodists had a beach and picnic 
area that other churches could use. 

The real difference was the Reformed were Calvinists and not much on fun. 
They would have bake sales to raise money. Meanwhile on the other end of 
town the Catholics were running Las Vegas Nights and Bingo. The priest was 
into horses so there was an annual horse show that attracted many people 
on the horse show circuit. The church also had a stable and a horse, Ace 
of Spades.

In my extended family some were Catholics, some were Protestants, and the 
kids tended to be baptized Catholic j.i.c. they might need to produce a 
certificate later in life for a marriage etc. Those who were really 
religious were treated gently, like a nice, but dim-witted cousin.