They were gathered in a circle when I walked in. Call it naivete or being preoccupied with my classes, I was totally unprepared for the conclave of bishops, school administrators and other assorted male authorities that greeted me on entering the conference room at Lancaster Mennonite School where I was part of the English faculty. Yes, I had walked into a hornet’s nest indeed:
Bishop: Hello, Sister Longenecker
S. L. (weakly) Hello
Bishop: We have called this meeting with you to discuss some matters that relate to the standards of this school and your manner of dress.
What! . . . This is an ambush.
S. L. Oh . . .
Bishop: Yes, you are familiar with the contract you signed last year when you were hired for this position.
S. L. Well, yes . . . .
Bishop: In it you agreed to uphold the “Rules and Discipline” of the Lancaster Conference of the Mennonite Church.
S. L. Yes, I recall. . . .
Bishop: You remember also there is a statement about the wearing of the plain cape dress.
S. L. No comment . . . listening intently
Bishop: We have noticed that you are embellishing your dress with a collar and fancy button, which seems entirely unnecessary and certainly not a good example to our students.
Bishop: Also, you have been wearing another dress made of red material as well.
S. L. Now completely aghast . . . I want to disappear. Well, I do have a dress like that but the fabric has very dark shades of red, not very bright at all.
Bishop: And your shoes — the rules state that “ . . . dark footwear is the best expression of modesty and nonconformity for all our sisters,” and we hope that you will comply.
S. L. Looking down at my shoes, I see a black, patent leather shoe with a tiny bow and kitten heels. Dear Lord, this is getting very bad—I’m not a nun, but even I know that black patent leather shoes don’t really reflect up!
The Principal: To me, they look like dancing shoes.
S. L. Dancing shoes–gulp!–I don’t know even one dance step! Dancing is forbidden. It says so in the rule book.
Somehow the meeting concludes with no doubt some meek promise of compliance from me.
Fade to black . . . .
My Life in Shoes
Shoe drawing, circa age 10 Bane of the Bishop 1962
Break-out Shoes 1965 My style now – red and shiny
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6 thoughts on “A Hornet’s Nest: The Bishop and My Shoes”
I need some bright red shoes like that! So glad you decided to follow the “fancy” life!
So we’ll be fashion plates together!
Love this and all your posts, Marian. I have been using the very same Statement of Christian Doctrine and Rules and Discipline booklet. It’s a goldmine for memories.
This is really you! My word! In your ABOUT photo you’re so young. Were you my teacher? I think! What wonderful stories here. What a surprise to find you.
Dear Shirley, welcome to my blog. If you took an English lit course at LMS sometime in the years 1963-66, there is a good chance that you were in my class. The photo was actually taken late in 2008, so you can add four years–ha! The conversation can flow both ways. I’d love to hear your stories too.
After your comment, I found your website and saw you have been busy as an author: Growing Up Plain and a children’s book, among other writing.
Who knew? I’m very impressed and proud of you, of course. Sister Longenecker