text: Great story LInda.  Funny.  So sad too. The hell-destined fears we had--and their staying power--aren't talked about enough. And it's amazing how many Catholic "kids" years later painfully remember the details; and how many non-Catholic kids have no idea why.  When we who know use the term "Catholic guilt," Trads tell us there is no such thing, just the good,  rightful, and appropriate sense of unworthiness derived from such sinful acts as doing The Twist, French kissing, going to Woodstock, reading the Bible alone, going to divorced Uncle Ted's second wedding and living-in-sin Aunt Carol's funeral, seeing Peyton Place at our neighborhood theater,sharing wine with your dad at the Presbyterian service, watching the Miss America swimsuit competition.....we, like you, were sooo scared (LITERALLY) Father or Sister or God would find out. And how sad is it that contrived fear was the intent all along?   Even sadder is the residual: And we won't be fooled again. So natural. So unnecessary.