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located at the front of a nice cemetery. My parents are buried there, as a matter of fact.
That place is full of good Catholics. If the adage, “Only the good die young” has any
merit, I figure I‟ve got at least another fifty years to go yet.
Two members of the St. Vincent‟s home, Bill and Susie Blainey, brother and
sister, were students at the school. Actually, I always thought Susie was kinda cute, but I
was afraid to ask about seeing her because of where she lived. I‟ve had a lot of years to
kick myself in the ass for that one.
While I can‟t be sure, I think the “memorable event” happened in December,
1960 or 1961, sixth or seventh grade. We were anxious to get out of school for the
holidays. I could restate that sentence, omitting the “for the holidays” part, and still be
exactly on the money.
A vacation sounded good to everyone. Okay, to everyone I knew about. I‟m not
so sure the idea brought a smile to either Bill or Susie‟s face.
I‟m not certain, but I don‟t believe they had any living relatives. I think both
parents were deceased, which is bad enough for any kid to suffer. Even if I was sure I
wouldn‟t‟ve missed my old man a damned bit, I‟m certain there‟d‟ve been more than a
few problems if he‟d died when I was a kid.
If Bill and Susie were reticent about the Christmas season, it had to be based on
where they‟d spend it. Different people would come to St. Vincent‟s, or to Holy Cross,
to collect kids to share the holiday with them. Personally, I find it very pitiful to have no
more than that to look forward to, but again, I wasn‟t in the spot they had.
Susie was expectant, I‟m sure, but had evidently learned not to get her hopes up
too high from years past. Then, one day it appeared she‟d gotten lucky. One of the nuns
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