Posted by:
munchybotaz
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Date: February 27, 2011 01:45PM
I remember there being activities like the ones you describe in the ward of my 1960s childhood in Cottonwood Heights, but my parents were inactive so I didn't participate in most of them. I just knew they existed.
Beyond that, church for me was a social thing that some of the kids did. My neighborhood was a mix of active, inactive, and non-member families. I don't remember anyone's degree of participation being a big deal, but I'm sure the non-member kids would say differently and it must have been an issue because I was aware of it. I only just went to Primary and, later, Mutual. I wouldn't say it was fun, exactly, but I remember having some fun in the church building--laughing during songs, for example. It wasn't NOT fun.
I went to girls' camp once, and I suppose that was fun. All I remember about it is learning to make tuna-can burners, buying a mess kit from Allied, and then having a really good tin-foil dinner at the camp. Other than those three things, it's a blank.
In 1973, my family moved to Arvada, Colorado, and I stayed in Salt Lake with my grandma--the nice one, not the other one. She wasn't a member, but I attended Mutual in the East Millcreek ward where she lived. That was about the same as the ward in Cottonwood Heights, except that the active kids made a strong effort to get me to go.
I don't think I went very many times, but I do remember one sleepover at the church with a bunch of girls. We stayed up all night listening to Chicago VII. Nancy Wilcox, who was abducted and killed by Ted Bundy a few months later, was there. I think it was her album. The song Wishing You Were Here reminds me of her and this night.
Shortly after joining my family in Arvada in the fall of 1974, my parents decided to get active and forced me into the full-on churchgoing Mormon experience. That's when I think I realized it was a religion. It felt weird and wrong, as if we were trying to emulate the Osmonds or some other family and basically pretending to be people we weren't.
The masquerade lasted five years, from which I have very few fond memories. One is from a ward trip to the Manti Temple, making out with my boyfriend Dave on the bus, in the dark, under a navy blue down coat. That was fun, but then someone tattled, and the bishop separated us and made Dave run around the block when we stopped.
I also had quite a bit of fun at Ricks Big Churchy High School with Curfews and Snitches, in spite of the curfews and snitches, but it all happened with and because of specific friends. In fact, I could say that about every fun experience I ever had in or in connection with a Mormon church.
The rest of those five years, NOT FUN. I remember feeling out of place, and watched, and guilty, and deprived. And constantly thinking, "Hmm ... how likely is it that that really happened?" or, "How likely is it that that's true?"
:-)