I was just walking out of a coffee shop and had a good Christmas memory. When I was much younger, probably junior high or high school, I used to go up to the choir loft at St. Paul Catholic church in Mansura, Louisiana, with my Mom, Dianne and my Grandmother, Marie. my sister Michelle came with us sometimes. I enjoyed watching my Mom and “Mem” joke around with the other choir people. Mansura is a small town so everyone knew everyone else. I remember the smell of the old church and the sounds of the choir members trying to harmonize and blend together – not always succeeding.
The after parties were fun too. Around late December I usually had a sore throat. “Mem” used to put some whiskey in my hot chocolate and said it would help. Not sure it did but I was feeling no pain.
I wonder if any of my siblings or friends have any similar memories.
Happy Christmas, everyone!
December 8th, 2010 at 8:08 pm
I remember one Sunday listening to Mem and the choir and they were so terrible that I started laughing and couldn’t stop. I had to leave and wait outside until it was over.