Tuesday, July 21, 2009

THOSE WERE THE DAYS

Grateful Dead lyrics in sermons, Doors albums during overnights, high-grade ganja out back of the church after youth group. Father Greg rocked!

Of course, none of our parents liked him, what with him being fresh out of seminary and having a beard and all. But last I checked he was a Quaker/Buddhist so I guess it all balances out.

7 comments:

The Bovina Bloviator said...

Of course, Fr. Greg really had no choice going over to the Quakers following that, er, incident involving the youth group; the settlement nearly bankrupted the diocese.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I'm really glad to have gone to high school in Deliverance Country in the '70s: our youth group leader, Fr. Pat(rick Henry Reardon) gave amazingly erudite Bible-studies, showed us 'Ulysses', and tried to get us hooked on chess. No wonder he (and I) abandonded the Episcolupians.

C. Wingate said...

Hey, at least it has orphreys!

C. Wingate said...

Hey, at least it has orphreys!

Anonymous said...

Yellow Peril alert !

Or maybe scrambled eggs with pickles & kiwi fruit. . .
Queasy--I feel queasy--must leave liturgy quickly. . .

gemoftheocean said...

Hey!!! RIGHT ON!!!! I took this picture a few years back. It belongs to a priest in San Diego. In fairness, his OWN taste is usually good in what HE buys -- but this one was given to him in the early 80s, I think, by some students in Hawaii, when he was stationed there. THey made it for him. AFAIK, it never saw the light of day, in our parish. Just came across your blog today, and really got a charge out of it.

I initially wrote about it here -- I called it "WElcome to my DayMare."

Anonymous said...

Now you got to admit that is pretty darn AWFUL!!!!!
My goodness, you would get nausea making it but probably unconscious wearing it! No wonder it's stuck on a hanger. The wearer is still recovering from his trauma somewhere....