I used to be so embarrassed, as a kid and teenager, if my sisters or I had a friend over for supper and we had to say grace before we dug in.
The embarrassment was tenfold if it happened to be a boyfriend over to eat.
My parents still say grace before a meal and if we’re there, Dad will ask one of my kids to do it.
When I was growing up, I had only a couple of friends who went to church on a regular basis and had their own religion-based rules, but the majority did not.
Luckily for me, my best friend growing up had it even worse than I did. Her parents belonged to a religion that banned tv’s but lucky for her, her dad was a bit of a renegade and kept a tv hidden upstairs in one of the bedrooms.
The women all had to wear long skirts and their hair up in a bun. “Church” wasn’t in a church, but in one of the members homes, a different one hosted each time I believe.
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