That’s me (second row, serious expression) at my confirmation. I was a bit of a rebel which you can’t see in the photo because I defied the “black and white only” as I wore a dark blue skirt and blouson. The mini skirt was de rigeur (the girls wearing pant suits only did so because their mothers wouldn’t allow knees showing). Some of us joined the church youth group in the year to come and we were all very keen because of a charismatic young minister. We met every Friday, and I’ve just been reminded this week that I learned how to drink beer out of a boot shaped glass because we often used to go to pub afterwards. Three of the group became ministers themselves in later years and I considered this career for awhile. Then I grew up.
Double dipping for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Black and White and FOWC with Fandango: Faith
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You wouldn’t have done well at Communion though. After while it would have been “here have a drink on me” 😂
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😂 There is the first problem: they don’t serve beer.
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and the chips are crap as well 😂
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I’m protestant. We don’t do chips, we use stale bread —
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I am protestant as well. I think we had thin round wafers.
I probably would have stayed a church goer if it was beer and chips 😂 Even my brother would have gone too
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Now I’m getting really into it. I mentioned that I wanted to become a minister (when I was 14, 15. My father at the time was not amused, he told me that as long as I was sticking my feet under his table I was better getting a reputable job. He did not object when I turned my interest towards the theatre … But I digress. As you know I am a hasher. For years I was actually held an important position in our kennel. I was the RA, aka the Religious Advisor. Hash religion that is. And we do have beer and snacks!
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Your religious aspirations came true 😂
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They did. And when I first started doing it I remembered that my father did something very similar for people who went skiing with him. He used to baptise those who were at an altitude of more than 1000m for the first time (not all that common 70 years ago if you lived in the “flatlands”). It was a very hilarious ceremony.
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I can only imagine what baptise was. Give them a can of beer well shaken up.
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Nooooo – much more stilish. The candidate for baptism had to kneel down, then a glass of schnaps was left trickling down in the groove of a ski (skis still had a groove running down their middle then) and it had to be lapped up from the tip.
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That is a rather flash baptism
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I loved this hearing a little bit about you 😍
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🤗
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But you ALL have serious expressions.
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Our minister was very dour. He had his children posted near the carnival dance hall (we had an event for teens, called the “Cola Ball” on carnival Tuesday in our town – i.e. hopping around in costumes) and rat on the participants from his congretation. We were warned that he would not confirm us if we went there. We went anyway. — For those not privy to the intricacies of German religious details: Carnival is intrinsically a catholic celebration hence protestants are supposed to abstain. At least, that was the case when I was young.
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