So, my anecdote. This is mostly to remind you of how quickly things changed. You can read other accounts elsewhere, especially from folks who were older and suffered a great deal from the decisions of mostly priests and religious with the mission of forming them in adult faith by treating them like children who need to be taught a lesson and, like good children, accept what they’ve been told. I was younger, born in 1960, never experienced a Traditional Latin Mass (because I wasn’t taken to Mass until I was five years old), went to public schools and sporadic CCD until 1974, when I started at a diocesan Catholic high school in the South.
The freshman religion teacher was very good. We read Dei Verbum – I think I still have the mass-market copy of the Vatican II documents that we all had in those days – and spent the rest of the year on the Old Testament. Miss Olson was young, but fairly old-school in her approach – even as she was earnestly sharing the vision of the Council with us. She did a good job, and the material was solid.
Then sophomore year? 1975? The main text of the fall semester?
Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
