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From the moment I entered the school I was captivated by all the statues I
saw; they were like brightly painted dolls.
I didn’t have many dolls at home as the Second World War had not long
ended and they weren’t available in the shops.
Each classroom had a table with a statue, some I was told were of Jesus,
some of Mary and the others were of saints - that is Christian Awlia - and
around these statues students placed flowers they brought from their gardens
at home to adorn them.
It was very attractive to me since I was only a nine year old.
There were only a few protestant children in my class and when it came to
the daily religious instruction we were separated from the Catholics by
sitting in the back row of the class, but of course we listened in.
In the meantime, my parents made sure I attended my own church’s Sunday
saw; they were like brightly painted dolls.
I didn’t have many dolls at home as the Second World War had not long
ended and they weren’t available in the shops.
Each classroom had a table with a statue, some I was told were of Jesus,
some of Mary and the others were of saints - that is Christian Awlia - and
around these statues students placed flowers they brought from their gardens
at home to adorn them.
It was very attractive to me since I was only a nine year old.
There were only a few protestant children in my class and when it came to
the daily religious instruction we were separated from the Catholics by
sitting in the back row of the class, but of course we listened in.
In the meantime, my parents made sure I attended my own church’s Sunday