but heres some fucked up info for you: my fathers mothers mother was put into an orphanage at like, 12 or so? (later to be adopted by her aunt, i believe.) well she said the nuns and priests did alot of fucked up things with each other (i will leave that up to your imagination to decipher) as well as totally abuse her and the other children. im sure in more than one way.
My dad went to catholic school in Europe about 60 years ago, and the thing he remembers most about the whole experience is the nuns telling him and the other children that chewing gum is made from the corpses of soldiers who died in the war. For a four year old with a mouthful of gum I think it was a bit traumatic...
Haha... the day I made my journal was the same day that my mother gave me about 5 cookbooks from the '70s that she got at a yard sale. It reminded me of them -- so kitsch. I think it is supposed to be a cherry cappuccino cake.
I know that my Mom's boyfriend when I was a kid after my parents split got caught chewing gum by the Nuns and they made him put 3 full packs of gum and chew it ALL dya long. Apparently he was sobbing after about an hour and they'd hit him whenever he stopped chewing.