The Bead Case, 1954
by Johnes Ruta
Five years after my family had moved from the Village at Yellow Mill in Bridgeport, it was now 1954, and I was seven. On an occasional Sunday morning my parents would still meet their friends Anna and Paul Miazga in the old neighborhood, to attend Mass and then go out for breakfast together. We came to the beautiful cathedral-sized Church of Saint Cyril, located next to the village, near the railroad viaduct. My sister June, three years younger, and I had grown up together with the Miazgas two daughters, Catherine and Sharon. I was only the second oldest of us kids, but we were all always happy whenever our folks got together. Our moms had met while working as rivitters at the factory where they made fighter planes for the War Effort, while our dads were away fighting the war in Europe.
this particular Sunday morning at the end of September, we arrive before
the start of Mass, and Ann says to my Mom, "This is the High Mass
hour, and the kids won't last through it, so we better send them to
Sunday School ..."
of us kids are suddenly informed that Sunday School classes have begun
for the year, and we all had to go --
"You kiddies will have to go all year--" says Paul with his snide chuckle.
Catherine and I have found the Nursery school room and dropped off both
of our younger sisters together, she drops me off too, because she is
one year ahead of me, "Here's your class room!" So I am now
deposited alone, having to walk into the back door of an unknown classroom
crowded with desks -- a sea of strange faces, my own age.
While I listen attentively to Sister's little stories about how good boys and girls will go to heaven, and bad boys or gilrls won't get in and have to go to the "Other Place" where nobody wants to be, I look around and wish I could become friends with some of these kids -- But I still hope we don't have to come here every week... Then Sister tells us that at the end of class we will each be given a little present as a welcoming gift.
After more stories about good lambs and bad angels who have bodies black with soot, the end of the class comes, and we all know it is time for us to return to the church where our parents are waiting for us.
But first itís time for our gifts "Now come line up in front of the table, children..." and we are mustered into two lines in front of a table set up at the back of the classroom, where stand three more kind looking nuns.
"All right, children, when you come to the table, you will each be allowed to take one of the little gifts that we've brought for you today..."
When I reach the table I see that each of my classmates is being given his choice and is then lining up on the other side of the door, waiting to be dismissed.
When I finally come up to the table, Sister Elizabeth, joined by the others, tells me that I can choose between a Tootsie Roll candy and a string of Rosary Beads contained in a little frosted plastic box. This sounds OK, but when I see that there are only a few of the little boxes left, and allot of the candy left, I remember that I already have a nice set of Rosary Beads at home, which my Mother had reminded me to bring today, so I guess I might just as well take the candy, and save the beads for the next boy or girl who hasnít any, and they won't run out of those.
we are all lined up to be dismissed, Sister Elizabeth and the other
nuns seem to be making careful notes of our selections, and I notice
that all the other kids I can see have chosen the beads. I'm glad that
now everyone will have beads for the next class, and Iíll bring mine
next time, too.
back together again, my Mom immediately becomes curious: "Where
did you get the candy?"
even a reprimand or further ado, she immediately marches me back to
my Sunday School classroom, where the nuns are still talking, and Mom
says to me "Now, you ask them to please change the gift of candy
for the set of Rosary Beads...."