We had singing classes. There was one about a tailor and his mouse. We also sang things like "America" "America the Beautiful" "The Star-Spangled Banner" and "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." But the real bit, when we REALLY got down, was in church.

Every morning, the nuns would herd us all to Mass. There we would endure a Low Mass, usually, but once in a while there was a High Mass. THEN we'd all belt out such all-time hits as "Tantum Ergo" and "Gloria" in Gregorian Chant! Yes! From grades 1 through 8, we were singing...Latin!

The really good stuff come at funerals, IF we were allowed to attend. THEN they'd sing "Dies Irae" and we'd all get funky from the incense!

I won't even go into the Solemn High Masses or siging the Litany of the Saints (in Latin, of course) during our walks around the block during Rogation Days or the Stations of the Cross during Lent.

Oh, man. Woodstock was nothin' to my grade school days!