tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774329.post-1143473235837479132006-03-27T07:27:00.000-08:002006-03-27T07:27:00.000-08:002006-03-27T07:27:00.000-08:00My mother converted to catholicism on her 18th birthday; she had been sneaking out of the house early to go to mass for some time. She had grown up methodist. Later on, she tried a whole host of different religions, settling on Russian Orthodoxy a few years before she died -- she had finally found a religion oppressive enough for her. <BR/><BR/>My father was Jewish. Sort of a repressed Jew. We grew up catholic. (In French, no less.) Our job was to nudge dad if he started to snore during mass. I can twiddle my thumbs forwards, backwards, and in opposite directions. As a very young boy, I didn't understand why, since we were catholic, someone would paint swastikas on our garage. <BR/><BR/>I came to the same conclusion as Big Son, but it took me a lot longer, and I'm more adamant about it.Uncle Rogerhttp://www.sinasohn.net/notebooks/noreply@blogger.com