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Altar Boy - Part 2

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ALTAR BOY - Part 2

Getting ready and dressed for serving at Mass was nearly as big an 
event or ritual as actually serving.


Arriving in the sacristy on time was easy for Masses during the week 
(Monday thru Friday during the school year). We simply headed over to 
church when the good sister told us it was time to go but sometimes 
there were distractions along the way. The trek from school to the 
church was no more than two hundred feet. Some mornings Father’s 
cat would be prowling around outside and was just begging to be 
aggravated by us.


There were stones in the parking lot that needed to be picked up and 
thrown at something or nothing. If it was a warm sunny morning we 
sometimes meandered just a bit and did not take the most direct route 
to church. On the other hand if it was raining it turned into a footrace 
to get inside the church and out of the rain. Once in church and into 
the sacristy preparation for Mass began in earnest.


The first order of business was selecting the proper cassock. This is 
the long black robe with long sleeves that buttoned from the neck to 
the floor. It was always black except on special occasions or feasts 
when we wore the red ones. For expediency the buttons were always 
left buttoned from the knee to the floor and we stepped into that like 
stepping into a pair of jeans. We only needed to determine what 
length fit best since the width was standard. It did not matter if we 
weighed seventy-five pounds or one hundred seventy-five pounds. 

Sounds simple enough but the cassocks hung on hangers on a metal 
clothes rack high enough that they were nearly impossible to reach by 
the shorter servers. The cassocks were supposedly arranged by size 
(length), left to right or right to left, but remember we were elementary 
school kids and this kind of structured order was not at the top of our 
priority list when it came time to re-hang the cassock after Mass. 
Also, it was a challenge to guess at the true length when the cassocks 
hung several feet above our heads. Almost never did our first 
selection at getting the correct length happen. The proper length was 
just a few inches from the floor. As the search continued we became 
more and more nervous to find the best fit and we still needed to find 
the surplice. 



The surplice for lack of a better description resembled in my mind the 
maternity blouses that expectant mothers wore in the fifties and 
sixties. White remained white regardless of wearing the black or red 
cassock. These were by size also and again arranged on the metal 
rack accordingly, however just like the cassocks when the servers 
replaced them on the rack they were seldom arranged in order. Once 
we had put our two piece ensemble together viewed each other and 
either approved or disapproved. If the cassock was obviously too long 
or too short gauged by our novice opinions, time allowing, we 
attempted to make a better selection. This did not always happen 
unless Father Greskamp made the decision that the choice of size was 
too wrong. None-the-less even after this rigorous screening process it 
never failed that sometimes the system did not work. Periodically 
someone processed into the sanctuary for the start of Mass while 
tripping on his cassock that was inches and inches too long or 
wearing one that was inches and inches too short. This did not affect 
our ability to perform reverently at Mass but it did sometimes provide 
for the entertainment of the other kids in the pews to witness a server 
tripping on the long cassock or holding it up to prevent tripping while 
going up or down the three steps to the altar. As amusing as this was 
to our fellow students, it was an entirely different reaction from Sister 
Evangeline who was in charge of the altar boys. We always heard 
immediately from her if there was something wrong with what we 
were wearing or if we did not perform in the way we were trained.

There was another reason to get dressed as quickly as possible before 
the start of Mass. It was social thing. Just outside the sacristy door 
was a four foot by five foot concrete porch with a metal pipe railing 
and a one step down to the parking lot. It was not unlike being on a 
viewing stage as parishioners passed by on their way to the front door 
of the church. Greetings were exchanged and all seemed well. This 
was all before the practice of greeters meeting the parishioners at the 
entrance to church. There were spaces of time between parishioners 
passing by so typically the metal pipe railing turned into a mini 
monkey bar for the amusement of the servers. The celebrant and 
servers at this time still entered the sanctuary directly from the 
sacristy and did not process up the center aisle. 


My final “Altar Boy” article will focus on Latin training and tidbits of 
other information.


“Deus sit apud vos.”