Donating at school so the nuns could buy pagan babies and raise them as good Catholics.
I often pondered how this worked, was there some pagan baby market somewhere?
Mechanical cash registers with a special column of keys that were for items which cost 19 cents, 29 cents, 39 cents…99 cents. Buy that can of soup and the person at the checkout only had to hit one key (probably 19 cents!) to ring it up.
They “cost” $5, and you could name them! Man, I hadn’t thought about that in years.
When was this?
Mid 1950s to late 1950s. Actually, I always thought it was pretty gross.
Oh okay. Before my time even. And in any case the nuns at my school could get killed (literally) if they tried to convert anyone or even if they tried to raise money to convert someone.
I don’t think the money was for forced conversions. We were told it was for clothes and school stuff. There were non-Catholic kids in my school, and there was no effort at all to convert them. They got to opt out of all the religious stuff, too, which made the rest of us jealous.
Um, could somebody explain this further?
It can’t possibly mean what I’m reading it as. I hope.
PAGAN BABIES!
A previous thread on the subject. Please note that its last post was in 2002, so any reply in it would result in zombification.
Thanks, @OttoDaFe. That does indeed explain it better.
To answer for me, there was no mention of any conversion being done when I was a kid. It was always just poor starving children.
Heh heh. I remember as my mother tried to convince me that eating the unappetizing crud she cooked somehow improved the famine conditions in Biafra. I still remember as she pointed to my dish/bowl of greasy water with fatty overcooked meat with equally overcooked colorless vegetables floating in it “If they saw this in front of them, they would be sooo happy”.
Yeah, same for me. But my mom was a good cook except for a few things (looking at you liver). The old “Eat that, people are starving in Africa” made me think “What does that have to do with this?”
Same here. Mom was a great cook, but we had to clean our plates before we could leave the table. I never could figure out how the extra 3 bites of lima beans that I choked down were beneficial to the starving kids in China.
My Wife hated green beans as a kid. Her Mom once made her eat them and (as a kid) my Wife vomited. Getting her in trouble I’m sure.
Kids taste buds are different. We have to remember that.
My mother would do that with her vegetable beef soup my brother and I turned our noses up at, “If you were starving and came upon this in a trashcan in an alley you’d eat it with delight!”
Thing was I’d picture taking a lid off a trash can to find it full and still steaming like a waist-high tureen.
Wherever these starving children actually were I was perfectly willing to send them my uneaten lima beans and also any future servings of lima beans that would otherwise be wasted on me. Mom was not impressed.
I remember watching my Mom cry when a man name John F. Kennedy was killed. Didn’t quite understand the whole president thing though. I vividly recall the 1969 Moon landing.
I used to get either "You’ll eat what you’re given and you’ll like it , or just “All the more for the rest of us; there’s bread and butter if you’d rather”
I’d argue that the lima beans contradict the first part of your claim :D.
My mom was a perfectly competent cook (though she downplayed her skills; was she Cordon Bleu material? of course not. Nobody was!). But she liked lima beans, and served them as often as she could. Weirdly, while I like most legumes, I have always disliked lima beans.
How about this for showing your age:
How about this: Data entry on keypunch machines, where you produced those manila-colored punch cards, and had to empty out a bin of the punched-out bits every day.