Oh, I forgot when I went to blog last night that it was Ash Wednesday. I had a story all planned and everything and forgot. So I will tell it today.
Many years ago my hubby met me and moved up here from rural Oklahoma. Now, let me tell ya, there aren't a lot of Catholics in rural OK. At least none that I have seen (like no churches and such). Mostly Baptist.
So he moves up here and nine months later, Ash Wednesday. Now my city is full of Catholics, churches, parochial schools, etc. EVERYONE is Catholic, or at least has family who is. We have one of the largest parochial school choices in the nation. We even have a bishop in our city.
So Ash Wednesday and he's up early running around doing errands. That night he tells me in his sweet southern accent, "I saw all these people with dirt on their foreheads today. Finally I told a lady she had dirt on her forehead. She said it was Ash Wednesday like it was normal to have dirt on your forehead. What the heck does Ash Wednesday mean?"
Oh lordy. That poor lady must have thought he was an alien. And I guess in a way he was. Needless to say, we laugh about it every year. He abstains from putting dirt on his forehead for forty days :)
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