hafquark
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Interesting. In my youth, I was a head acolyte (that's what they call altar boys in the Lutheran church). Thankfully, I didn't have to learn Latin and the pastor never tripped over my feet.Funny thing about Latin, Dunc. In Parochial Grammar School I was an altar boy and I couldn't learn my Latin responses to the then Latin Mass. And then I was unceremoniously 'fired' as an altar boy when the priest tripped over my feet while delivering communion and loudly bellowed in a packed cathedral "Get The Hell Off The Altar!" He actually did me a favor: who the hell wants to get up at 7 AM on a Sunday morning to serve Mass. Thank you FATHER!
And yet in high school...I excelled in the language garnering an A average.
What a difference a year makes especially when dabbling in a MORIBUND LANGUAGE!
Being the top dog acolyte I had to sit in a front pew to keep an eye on the "underlings" during communion services. On one occasion the acolyte slowly tilted to his left side and toppled over in a faint, spilling the tray of communion wine glasses. That's the closest I ever had to an emergency, and had to take over his duties after he was escorted off the altar.
Happily, my religious days are now far behind me.