Dear, dear, Sister Maggie. I'm having such a difficult time with this. What's the difference between your Holy Mystery comment & your Irish Sweater comment? I'm so confused but at least I'm finally in! I wonder how old you were at your 1st baptism? I, of course, went to many baptisms being the 2nd of nine &, of course, never stepped foot in a church of a pre Vatican Council unacceptable denomination since all my family is (& ever was) Catholic. How mysterious you must have found it & life. I always felt that being Catholic was like voodoo or some such. Kinda like step-on-a-crack-and-break-your-mothers-back. As long as you followed the rules, confessed your sins, said a Haily Mary & an act of contrition, you'd go to heaven. Not to mention avoid impure thoughts, something I've been a total failure at. But, what of Irish Sweaters? Of course, I grew up wearing them. Mom ordered her yarn from Ireland because they didn't strip out all the lanolin that was natural like American yard sellers did & so the sweaters were water resistant - you know, in case we fell into the sea or something. Mom would ask us to hold the skeins of yarn or roll them into balls & I remember having soft hands because of it - the lanolin again.Well, back to work! Bless you, Sr. Bede