Realized with a start that today is the 37th anniversary of my First Communion — 5/4/69 — held at St Joseph Catholic Church in Pomona, California.
It’s not that I’m obsessive about the date or anything — but a gift I received that day was a St Christopher medal with the date inscribed on the back, so it’s stuck with me.
About the day I remember not all that much — getting dressed up in black slacks and a white shirt, a lot more Pomp & Circumstance than we were used to in our normal parish life, relatives and minor celebration, getting a missal with a rosary built into the cover, stuff like that.
Nothing profound here, just a date that sticks out more clearly than the events of that date, which is usually the opposite of most memories.
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