Thursday, October 2, 2014
A Vanity of Beads
Has it been only a year since I admitted my blatant first grade disobedience, the act of defiance that for some (surely angelic) reason did not get me immediately expelled from school? I feel I told of it ages ago; probably because I've always clearly remembered taking pencil in hand and writing on my desk, bearing down reeeaally hard with the point, just when I was certain Sister would be watching.
Vanity of vanities, it was all because of the beads.
If you should care to, you can re-visit that story by clicking here.
Angel of God, my Guardian Dear, thank you for always staying so near.....
Posted by Nancy Shuman at 11:32 PM
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Oh I love this story! How a child sees! Your love of beauty was heroic! The image of the swooping, angry sister in black must have been terrifying, yet you were focused on the black beads. You still have an incredible eye and soul for seeing, beholding beauty. So thankful for you and your holding up, standing up for what is beautiful in so many ways. May you always see what beauty our lovely Lord has beaded through this world. God Bless.ReplyDelete
Thank you to a beholder - and sharer - of beauty par excellence!Delete
A writer from the start I see :) I can picture you doing this...lol. Great story!ReplyDelete
The nuns were pretty strict when I was a kid too. I remember we used to have to kneel on the hard floor for a LONG time and hold our tongues. Literally hold our tongues. But I don't remember the swinging beads.
Mary, I hadn't thought about the fact that my first "manuscript" was on a schooldesk :) !!!Delete
You brought back a memory from my own dusty mental vaults.... I can vaguely recall having to hold my tongue as well - having to stick it out and, as you said, literally hold onto it! And the tongue getting dry and me trying to sneak it back into my mouth when Sister wasn't looking. I'm now giggling as I think of a whole classroom of students sitting around holding their tongues. Sound like a scene that could have fit well into the "Christmas Story"movie, and Ralphie would've spent his tongue-time dreaming of a coveted Red Ryder BB gun.
Loved the story, the way you wrote! Oh my goodness. And I can relate I'm some ways from being taught by Franciscan nuns and Benedictine monks.ReplyDelete
Patty, thanks so much. The Sisters who taught me were strict, but very dear; they taught and modeled for us the love of Jesus, and I'm forever grateful.Delete
You were taught by Benedictine monks? Now, that is intriguing!