Umber (47.13 — Oleander’s Story)
August 18, 2012 § Leave a comment
I made my first confession at St. Catherine’s Church that fall. Father Vanderweyden was old and gruff and I was afraid he would send me to hell if I forgot any of the sins I was supposed to confess. So each time we went to confession, every two weeks or so, I made a handwritten list to take with me into the confessional, to make sure I didn’t forget anything.
“What’s that, Olly Belle?” Mama asked me as she, Miss Brigid and I walked to church one Saturday.
“It’s my sins” I told her.
“It’s an awfully long list for such a good little girl. Are you sure you haven’t exaggerated a bit?”
I assured her that it was all stuff I needed to confess. She didn’t question me any further. I think she was too tired to ask.