Sister was quite clear in her instructions to us as we prepared to make
our First Holy Communion in 1965.

"The Communion Host is the true body and blood of Jesus Christ. You
must never, ever chew Him."

"Just suck on Him."

"You must let Father place Jesus on your tongue," she continued.
"Then, gently and delicately, push the Host straight to the roof of
your mouth so that He will dissolve into your body without touching
your teeth.”
Sister taught us this momentous piece of doctrine, all the while
laboring to demonstrate the technique and talk at the same time.
Quite a feat I thought as I sat in rapt awe with my fellow
second-graders.

The book is a collection of nostalgic and
amusing anecdotes and stories about nuns
from Catholics who attended parochial school
before the 1970s.

Mike spends his time as an attorney in
Jacksonville, Florida, and Danielle is a PR
consultant in Houston, Texas. They are rearing
their children Catholic and are active in their parishes. In fact, Mike has been a lector for 10
years and Danielle has taught religious
education for 8 years, once even producing her
 church’s May Crowning.

Not bad for a bold and cheeky girl and a boy
who would always be worthless.