Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary was a Catholic grammar school in my parish in the Marquette Park neighborhood of Chicago, an area densely populated by Lithuanian immigrants. It was the first school I attended in the USA.
I had my best times at Nativity, thanks to my mother and bad tonsils. I was absent for at least a week out of each month because of strep throat and high fever. I remember hearing the nuns complain to my parents about my missing so much school.
For me, it worked out great. My mother would\ prop me up in bed with lots of pillows and a good book. She always made sure I was comfortable and well supplied with ice cream to soothe my sore throat. She wanted me to read Anna Karenina, Les Misérables, and The Brothers Karamazov. I tried for a few pages, maybe a chapter, but I preferred Treasure Island, Kidnapped, Robinson Crusoe, Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, Ivanhoe, and of course, Hot Rod Magazine, Popular Mechanics, and Flying.
With deep affection,