posted on June 3, 2001 02:37:31 PM new
When I was little, I thought there was a word "broctoyouby".... when they'd say on television... "this show is brought to you by...."
posted on June 3, 2001 03:21:38 PM new
My wife says she used to think the Doxology sung in church each Sunday went, "Praise him all preachers here below." (Her father was a minister so that made perfect sense to her.)
posted on June 3, 2001 05:36:45 PM new
A dear friend admitted the other day that until he was well into adulthood, he understood the Bible passage "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want" to mean "The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want." (Note the difference a comma makes!) He said he could always relate to this passage, as many times he felt he had to overcome his feelings of not wanting The Shepherd to oversee his life.
posted on June 3, 2001 05:58:20 PM new
I remember in the pledge of allegiance as a child that we were "one nation invisible". I figured it was some sort of secret weapon that confounded the enemy.
My grandmother told about one of my uncle's misunderstandings as a child. The first time he saw a donkey he got all excited and started pointing, "There's Jesus, there's Jesus!!!" It seems that in every picture he had seen Jesus was with a donkey.
posted on June 3, 2001 07:44:27 PM new
While in a religious vein, I used to think of a certain hymn as "the happy salad " hymn. It began : " Lettuce, with a gladsome mind, praise the Lord for He is kind".. (I thought it was just another ruse to make us eat veggies).
Another , for the Francophones in our midst, my stepsister sang a song she learnd from her grandmother's "Old Tyme Music-Hall" days. I joined in without thought , until one day she said : "what's a wa-bull-oyn?" ( phonetically)
Here's what we sang
"[i]As I walk along the wa-bull-oyn with an independent dare,
You can hear the girls declare , 'he must be a millionaire'...(something something..)
'Cause he's the man that broke the banks in Monte Carlo!"[/i]
Turn's out the "wa-bull-oyn is " The Bois de Bologne " ( Bwa d'buloyne) a woody area in Paris near the casinos. I was in my 20's before I discovered it was about a debonaire European gambler, not a cockney safe-cracker!
posted on June 4, 2001 08:50:14 AM new
Malachy McCourt, brother of Angela's Ashes author Frank McCourt, wrote a book about his own life and titled the book A Monk Swimming.
He got the title from his days growing up in Ireland when the kids all said their prayers by rote.
Hail Mary, full of grace
The Lord is with thee,
Blessed art thou A Monk Swimming
(as opposed to the correct: amongst women
