Here is a photo of greywar at age 3. His mama thought he was such a cutie. Thanks dharmagrl If you can't see this photo, following chipjr's advice, I think this is the Photo Link if you would like to go directly to my little album on greywar.
Postulant training was usually completed in six months but because of our youth and our frisky personalities, Mother Guirec decided that we needed a full year of cleansing before we would be allowed to proceed to the Novitiate training in Spring Valley, IL. There were many days when all I wanted to do was call home and tell my parents to rescue me from this purgatory on earth. On other days, I was convinced that this was God’s Will for me. I still had a deep desire to share God’s love w...
Everyday I see so much negativity on so many blogs. There seems to be a lot of hopelessness when we are faced with our failures. When I read the following thoughts from my daily meditation source, I thought I would like to share it with those who believe in God's Word as revealed in the Bible. Thoughts Taken from the Catholic Magazine The Word Among Us Wednesday, October 13 Galatians 5: 18-25 Want to hear some biblical truths? Jesus Christ "was handed over to death for our trespass...
Here I am now, the impulsive one, not exactly mindless because I did have a great goal (To acquire holiness). To be sure, I will find out that this goal is a faulty one based on misunderstood information, but it carried me through some long, puzzling and sometimes painful days. Each of my convent days began at what I considered an “ungodly” hour. At the clanging of a loud alarm clock, we (about eight sleepers) arose from our beds with their thin, lumpy mattresses. Heavy white curtains s...
I vacillated but then an event helped me to make up my mind to go back to boarding school rather than stay at home. Mrs. Lux from our parish decided she would send two of her oldest to boarding school. She told my mother that I was welcome to ride with them when they took their daughter, Almira and their son, Richard, to enroll at St. Benedict School. Almira was going to be a sophomore like I was and Richard was entering his junior year. They told mother that they would bring me home wit...
To Whomever Has Some Answers Blogging is relatively new to me. I would like to know so many things but have so little blogging knowledge. Right now my biggest concern is how can I change my present blogging e-mail address to a different one. I have clicked on every part of my blog account to see where I could change it but I found nothing. Will I have to start under a new name? Help! Help! Help! A second question that is not so important to me is: Do some of you pay to get more featu...
My life started during a difficult period in America history in 1929. Since I was born right at this time in history, I was known as a "Depression Baby" in my family. Maybe this title came from the name of the era in which I was born, but there may have been other reasons. Was my mother happy with my birth? I was her ninth child. Does this fact say it all? No, added to this sad state of affairs, another emotional blow came to Mom and her family. Her mother, Elizabeth Mary Connell No...
Recently on a visit to our public library in the new book section, an attention-grabbing title, “The Book Against God,” caught my eye. Always I have this need to have on hand a book that will challenge my thinking, entertain, and/or awe me with its literary style. After scanning just the first chapter, I was hooked as it definitely contained all three of those elements. If you are looking for a good read, this is one you might like to try. The main character in this excellent novel i...
In the summer of ‘44, I went to help my oldest sister Aggie who lived in Minneapolis. I was thrilled to be going to the big city and to be with my sister whom I barely knew. During my stay with my sister in Minneapolis, my horizons widened just a bit. I met new people and took in some activities that I would not have experienced in Verona. Aggie’s sons were 3 1/2 and 1 1/2 years old. Harley, her husband, was off to war. Aggie had to work to make ends met. I had lots of experience baby-sit...
SSG Geezer recommended General Tommy Franks’ book, “American Soldier”, as a good read about a great American hero. How right he was! I didn’t read the book. I listened to the 5 CDs, an abridgement narrated by Tommy himself, as we have traveled through 17 states, covering 4400 miles. We could listen and still enjoy the wonderful scenery as we covered the miles to visit relatives, family and friends. This four star General tells a riveting story, beginning with his humble beginnings i...
Just a short note to tell those interested that my SO and I are on a trip hither and yon, visiting relatives, sight seeing and loving the wonderful scenes along the way. We have such a beautiful country. Heading for TX to see if we can catch a glimpse of greywar before heading back to MN. Take care all and thanks for your interest. I will continue my saga around mid-Sept.
The need for an unrestricted contact with my teenaged beau was prompted not because we had planned to write love letters steaming with lewd desires, (We wouldn’t have even know how to write such letters) but simply from aspiring for freedom of expression without the nuns nitpicking our every word. Even as I began to plot my rebellion, following the Katzenjammer paradigm, nostalgic thoughts of home and hearth suspended my attempts to form a clear strategy. This time my memories didn...
As the first days at boarding school rolled by, I began to adjust. Life was different, very different than the life I had lived at my home. True, my teachers were very European in their ideas of discipline, food, work, values and spirituality, but they were gentle people, not lost in a world of mystic abstraction. They were nothing like some much later perverts who would bring scandal to the Church because they entrusted the supervision of the lives of young people to deeply troubled cleric...
Usually, I worked in the kitchen with two awe-inspiring, very French nuns, Sister Marcella and Sister Martina. What was so marvelous about Sister Marcella? Word had it, that at one time, Sister Marcella had seen a real ghost. Whenever I was around her, I wanted to ask her about that grapevine gossip, but I never got the nerve. She was always very quiet, hard working, a heavily built, muscular woman. She did the outside work, kept the furnace going, planted and cared for the gardens and milked...
After a long night filled with jumbled dreams of home, my mother trying to scold me in strange French terms, meals made up of mysterious ingredients, being exposed naked before a roomful of taunting boys and nuns threatening to sent me home, I awoke to the gonging of an unfamiliar bell. Sister Agnes, who slept in a tiny room at the end of the dorm, emerged from it ,fully dressed. She called out, “Blessed be God for ever.” All the girls responded, “Let us arise to do His Holy Will.” I thought ...