Posted on 06/30/2014 6:23:36 PM PDT by walkinginthedesert
A few years ago I saw a picture of a church service in the First Baptist Church of Bucharest. It didn’t look too much different than the local First Baptist but I did notice one thing.
All the women and girls over maybe 15 or 16 had some kind of covering on their head. It was often just a small piece of cloth but they all had it.
Not quite.
Even as recently as the 60’s, just before Vatican II, it was customary for women and young girls to go to Mass with their heads covered.
In fact it was very common for a young man to give his girlfriend a fancy mantilla on her birthday or as a Christmas present.
When I was a little girl, if we went unexpetedly into a church (which you could do in those days because they weren’t locked up like they are now), my mom would give me a kleenex tissue to put on my head, her’s too!
I wouldn’t blame the women’s libbers for this, this was just another little destruction wrought by VCII.
Turned catholic in late 1950’s. All women that went into church had heads covered. Some with scarfs, but most had hats. If one wanted to stop in church to pray, many kept a clean hanky for the head covering...a sign of respect..
I remember a lady with a glove on her head.
I kid you not. (It was in the 50s)
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Have been covering my head recently with a scarf at adoration. In a practical sense, it blocks out distractions (those walking in and out, movement outside a window, etc.) allowing one to better focus on Jesus.
I remember a lady with a glove on her head.Ha! I love it... :)
Why just women? Devout Jewish men wear caps for similar reasons.
I’ve got a little area I wouldn’t mind covering up.
Not arguing that point.
Probably a nit, but Christians haven’t even been around for “over 2000 years.”
Actually a serious question. Anyone have an answer?
LOL I believe you, I saw some silly things on womens heads. I had several hats, never thought a tissue was respectful, but to each his own...
When I was a kid, my mother, sister and myself were walking around Manhattan, not far from my father’s business.
We walked into St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and my mother took a moist pink Kleenex out of her purse and attached it to her hair with a bobby pin.
I was a young boy at the time, and of course, I thought she looked hilarious.
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