I just remember that the bells always made me think of the Good Humor man, which made me crave ice cream (especially since we were always hungry at Church!), which I was convinced was some sort of sin. I was supposed to be thinking about God, and instead I couldn't stop thinking about a Candy Center Crunch!
Yes!
Even though Vatican II took place in the mid '60s, I don't think it reached the Bronx until the '80s
. Meaning that you couldn't eat from midnight Saturday until after Communion on Sunday.
That was a killer, because I'd have to walk right through the heart of Little Italy in the Bronx to get to Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Church (same Parish as Dion DiMucci and Chazz Palminteri). The smells. My God, the smells. Bread, pasta, meatballs frying . . .
I gotta admit, a bunch of times, I didn't make it
.
