Ha ha ha! My mother enforced it. My dad didn't care. But we only skipped breakfast on fast Sunday and I usually missed breakfast every day of the week anyway as I didn't like waffles (which my mom made a lot) or fried eggs or cereal or OATMEAL! I love waffles now.
So, sooo sorry about the deleted post. Just pray that it does not ruin the whole day that is before you, nor that you take it tooo personally (maybe a little, but going beyond that into that other zone is not necessary...but here I digress).
This deletion stuff is what makes the world run (according to the Big M anyways). Like in, how could the cult of Mormonism operate if it did not tell its devotees how and what to read, all the while they are not having a nice, warm cup of coffee to start off their day?
My parents were more forgiving within the privacy of the home. However, my Mom acted more fanatically in front of the other church peacocks (sisters).
Most of my church youth was wasted on late Sunday meetings (ward sharing the building). My ward always had the late schedule. On fast Sundays, my Mom didn't cook any breakfast, lunch or brunch. However, if I fixed something for myself like a bowl of cereal, then she would remind me "Today is F & T. Whatever you do, don't drink water at church. They make comments about you when you don't observe the fast."
I would soon forget and some ill-tempered brother would thump me on the head at the church drinking fountain. "Today is fast Sunday. Don't drink water!"
kathleen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Don’t worry about getting a post deleted, Ron. > Some of mine are so bad, I delete them myself.
Lot's Wife Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Maude was an older lady with an inordinate > fondness for Cat Stevens who, in the early 1970s, > had an affair with a troubled adolescent named > Harold.
Lot's Wife Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Maude was an older lady with an inordinate > fondness for Cat Stevens who, in the early 1970s, > had an affair with a troubled adolescent named > Harold.
I loved that movie!!! Hal Ashby was a genius. Beautiful scenery, and photography. I saw that about 10 times in high school and my sole ambition after that was to get a Jaguar and take a blowtorch to it like Harold did.