Sunday the 13th we had a pleasant visit with Mark's Mother's Sister, Carol, and his cousin, Maura.
The most fun was hearing all the stories about Mary and Carol's lives when they were girls going to catholic school (insert crazy nuns and high school shenanigans here).
The way they told the stories was kinesthetic memory in action: one would say, "I was takling Latin from Sitster... Sister- oh what was her name?" This would accompanied by a hand gesture for a big nose, or for a fat nun, and the other would name the nun.
I think my favorite nun was the French teacher nun who would poke students with a transom rod, and who subsequently went crazy and "was carted off."