Vendredi Saint

Good Friday and my mom and all my close family members called is Vendredi Saint. 

times change dont they?  beneath my picture it says im 68, hard to believe that but it is a fact.  anyway…getting back to Good Friday as a child in my time in a very french catholic rural town things were so different.

for the whole part of lent every friday the public school buses would take us to church for the "way of the cross" services.  for every 100 student there were no non catholics.  it was that type of place.  can you imagine a public school bus taking kids to church today???  the lawsuits would fly.

there was no music played on the radio that day in my home.  mirrors were covered. you better not be singing or turn the tv on.   it was a religious day of mourning.  you went to church and you didnt want to smile after all Jesus died for us this day.  there were so many things to remember.  you didnt dig in the earth that day because anything you planted wouldnt grow. (shrugs).  if you dug into the earth blood would come up. (ouch)  every friday of lent there was no going out, no dancing.  you better not be dancing and singing.   that had to be hard on children who always has a song in their head, right? 

life was too damn serious…to inflict that on kids…

today it is a day of partying…perhaps this is better?  people celebrating a life but never forgettng?

i think if Jesus would be here he would say pass me  the crawfish hon and open me a  cold one…