There is a joke connected to these pictures but I can’t remember what it is. Jean probably remembers and I am sure Mum does. The jist of it goes: someone (a friend of my parents) had a statue of the Virgin Mary. We live in the southern half of Rhode Island – where religious statuary in the yard is not as prevalent as in the northern half of the state, which is mainly Italian. (Mitchell, Sandi and I used to, for fun, drive through rich estates in Cranston and Warwick, going on “statue tours”. It was hysterical). So someone had a statue of Mary and it became a joke – this friend would leave Mary on our steps, ring the doorbell and then run away. Mum or Dad would open the door, look out, see nobody, then glance down and see THAT. It was then up to them to return the favor, and surreptitiously place Mary somewhere where the neighbor would see her. Mary turned up everywhere. Girl got around.
I came home one weekend, went down into the cellar to get something … and there she was at the foot of the stairs. Waiting for her next placement.
beautiful pics actually…of course she would have to be coming out of a large white half-clam shell to make it onto a lawn in Cranston!
hahahaha
I remember (for some reason) one REALLY funny moment when we were driving around, and you and I were babbling about something – I think we were in the front seat – and we weren’t talking about statues anymore, and Sandi was in the back – and suddenly Sandi stuck her arm up into the front seat, pointing silently at some huge lit-up Virgin Mary on our right.
We howled. I know it’s a “had to be there” moment – but maybe you will remember it!
Like you and I may have moved on in our focus, but Sandi definitely had not!
I’m laughing as I type this. Her silent pointing arm coming up out of the backseat.
I’m probably going to have to do major penance for admitting this–but I actually found that funny.
Perhaps because I can’t help wondering whether my siblings and I would have been above pulling a similar stunt if we had lived in a more Catholic neighborhood when we were growing up.