My First Communion
My First Communion
This is a photograph of me in my First Communion suit--a shiny affair that my brothers always thought made me look like a tiny undertaker. I remember my First Communion very well, especially the seemingly endless practice for weeks before the actual event. Ritual is important to me, whether it's daily ritual or something more formal. First Communion is the first formal ritual I can remember, and I remember it fondly. It seemed to link me to a world of magic, not hocus-pocus but rather a kind of transendental magic that is in daily life yet is so often overlooked.
submitted by Rene Paul Barilleaux
Jackson, Mississippi USA
June 1997