First Communion
I was thinking the other day about my First Communion. I lived at the time in Ohio and we had a fairly large class making their First Communion. I can remember the white dresses all the girls wore and the white veil. Standing at the school and walking over to the church with our hands folded and pointing up to God. It was a beautiful feeling knowing that we were going to church and trying to understand about God, etc. I felt like a little bride and remember how all the boys wore dark suits and looked so handsome. It will be a memory for the rest of my life. My mother died when she was seventy one and she had kept my dress and my two sisters dresses all those years. Sadly, me dad gave them to Goodwill because he did not realize what they were. It was cute that she kept them all those years.
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by IndianaMomma


