my mother seems like such a stereotypical repressed nun- educated Irish Catholic (at least the last 4 words are true), that even her laughter seems to elicit guilt: she either looks and sounds like she's in pain (which at least wasn't true years ago) or she combines the soft noises with an "o god!". the only people i really saw her comfortable around with laughter were her sister and close cousin.
on the other hand, you know how you always hear awful stories about nuns? their cruelty, beatings etc? My mother is he only person besides maybe George Carlin (another irish american who loved language) who LOVED the nuns. always had good stories about them. loves to see them, and hear them sing etc. loves how they're all 100 years old. thankful for their education.
my mother is one of those irish/catholics (i've heard italians do this too, maybe part of the beauty of that language also), that even their curses sound like lovely prayers that would only be improved by latin interpretation: '"Jesus mary and joseph!" "merciful heavens!" "by the bells of st mary's!"
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