
Growing up in a Catholic household and going to catholic school, I remember Ash Wednesday as the day we went to church. Usually, we were at school as it was a Wednesday and there would be a mass. We would receive the ashes on our forehead in the sign of the cross. As a children we use to play this game and see who could keep the ash on their forehead for the longest. So we would run around the playground trying to catch the other kids and remove the ashes. I never really understood the whole purpose of the ashes and that it was to stay on our foreheads until sundown. But if you would like to know more about Ash Wednesday you can find out about it
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here.I was talking to a colleague at work the other day and she had brought in this wonderful loaf for our coffee break. She said she had to get rid of sweets out of her house as she was giving up sweets for Lent. Ah yes, another memory. Lent and giving things up. I never did very well at that. Kinda like the New Years resolutions. Never did very good at that either. I never really understood why we did all of these things...I just knew we did them because we had always done them. I guess that is why I never made a very good Catholic. I never understood a lot of why we did what we did. It just seemed to we did it because it had always been done that way.
I was a little bit of a rebel right from the get go. I should have known something was wrong when in grade one I got sent out of the class because I challenged Sister Mary about blind faith. She really didn't like me asking question like "why". I can tell you I had my ear tugged more than once. It wasn't until I was in grade 11 and we had the coolest religion teacher and she taught us about other faiths which truly interested me. I thought if anyone was going to give me the straight good on religion it was her. She was willing to let us think for ourselves and let us explore our faith and not just accept it in blind faith, which as you know I couldn't do.
I always wanted answers. I never understood why we never studied the bible. Why we only took scriptures out that were pertinent to the topic we were dealing with, rather than looking at the bible as a whole. I never understood the whole "Immaculate conception" I mean scientifically it is impossible but if you are of religious faith you believe and accept it as being so.
I just find it all so strange. My parents did everything the catholic church asked. They didn't practice birth control, hence 12 children, we all went to catholic schools....my father and mother worked hard to pay for us all to go through private schools, because that is what the church wanted and expected, we went to church every Sunday. During the Easter season there was Palm Sunday, Ash Wednesday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Saturday, and Easter Sunday masses. We never ate meat on Fridays or Ash Wednesday. Ash Wednesday was Pancake Wednesday. Seemed like we were always at church during the Easter season. The one mass I never liked was Good Friday. According to the Bible that is the day Jesus dies on the cross. I found this mass so dark and depressing, and really long. Lots of kneeling up and down. I always remember it raining on Good Friday which just added to the doom and gloom. Mass was always at 3:00 in the afternoon I can't remember why. Another reason why I never made a very good Catholic. The rain seemed to continued until Easter Sunday, and at some point in the day on Easter Sunday the sun would shine.
I am not meaning to be disrespectful to anyone who is of the Catholic faith. I am just sharing my memories of the whole Easter season and how I felt about it.

On a brighter note to Easter, I also remember it as being a time when we would all get new spring outfits. My mom made sure we all had new hats, dresses and gloves for the girls and new pants and shirts and ties for the boys. I loved the colouring of the Easter eggs and the family gatherings. Oh yes I do have fond memories of Easter but I shall save that for another post.
Happy Ash Wednesday.