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We sat on the deserted air-raid shelter in the grass by Banks House it was Saturday afternoon the sun warm I may want to be a nun when I leave school Fay said I looked at her why would you want to be one of those? I said I think I may have a vocation she replied looking at me with her blue eyes what's that? I said a calling from God to serve Him in a religious life she said I looked at her fair hair the way she had it tied in a ponytail what about us? I said I thought we might get married years to come and move away from your old man and see the Old West she frowned at me nuns can't marry she said they have to be celibate I lowered my eyes to the yellow flowered dress she was wearing what's celibate mean? I said turning to look at the coal wharf where coal lorries and horse drawn wagons were being loaded up with coal it means abstaining from marriage and ****** relations Sister Jude told me Fay said but we're not ****** relations I'm just a friend I said turning back to look at her but why not marry? Fay gazed at me because Sister Jude said we marry God marry Our Lord   I sighed but you're only 12 like me how can you be a nun? I said not now when I'm older when I'm 16 say she said you said last week your mum might take you away from here away from your old man and brothers what then? she looked at her hands in her lap don't know have to see what happens she said she looked at me don't tell anyone we might be leaving Benny it's secret she said I won't tell a soul I said she kissed my cheek and said thank you Benny I took out a packet of football cigarette cards from my jeans pocket and showed her my favourite which was Stanley Matthews she took it and stared at it then gave it back to me she had tears in her blue eyes and they seemed as if they were in water I wanted to tell her mum not to take away her little daughter.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
VOCATION TALK 1960.
We sat on the deserted air-raid shelter in the grass by Banks House it was Saturday afternoon the sun warm I may want to be a nun when I leave school Fay said I looked at her why would you want to be one of those? I said I think I may have a vocation she replied looking at me with her blue eyes what's that? I said a calling from God to serve Him in a religious life she said I looked at her fair hair the way she had it tied in a ponytail what about us? I said I thought we might get married years to come and move away from your old man and see the Old West she frowned at me nuns can't marry she said they have to be celibate I lowered my eyes to the yellow flowered dress she was wearing what's celibate mean? I said turning to look at the coal wharf where coal lorries and horse drawn wagons were being loaded up with coal it means abstaining from marriage and ****** relations Sister Jude told me Fay said but we're not ****** relations I'm just a friend I said turning back to look at her but why not marry? Fay gazed at me because Sister Jude said we marry God marry Our Lord   I sighed but you're only 12 like me how can you be a nun? I said not now when I'm older when I'm 16 say she said you said last week your mum might take you away from here away from your old man and brothers what then? she looked at her hands in her lap don't know have to see what happens she said she looked at me don't tell anyone we might be leaving Benny it's secret she said I won't tell a soul I said she kissed my cheek and said thank you Benny I took out a packet of football cigarette cards from my jeans pocket and showed her my favourite which was Stanley Matthews she took it and stared at it then gave it back to me she had tears in her blue eyes and they seemed as if they were in water I wanted to tell her mum not to take away her little daughter.
A 12 YEAR OLD BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1960
TerryCollett
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
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