30 Oct Oh For Pumpkin’s Sake!
Like most people in Catholic countries I was brought up in what I today consider a morbid atmosphere.
At home we had a painful looking Jesus bleeding all over a crucifix in every room, and at school we had crying statues of the Holy Mary stabbed in the chest with a silver knife. At grandma there were pictures of Jesus crowned in prickly thorns, and at my aunts’ there were talking serpents and pictures of hells of fire all over the place.
We were also regularly reminded that if we didn’t always obey our parents, sacrificed our sweets on Wednesdays, gave up on meat on Fridays, helped the poor on Saturdays, attended mass on Sundays, and stayed away from boys and donated money to the nuns on every other day, we were going straight to that scorching hell right there in the picture… for eternity and a day of course, with no chance for parole, forgiveness or redemption… ever.
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AND For more pumpkin fun listen to my discussion on Radju Malta’s L-Istampa Kollha here. The discussion took place on Sunday 30th October.
