Tuesday, April 24, 2018
24/ Sister Cecilia de Sales
I was a homesick motherless Protestant child entering 5th grade at a Catholic convent boarding school. She was a calm, wise nun with a gentle sense of humor. "That's a nice name," she said upon hearing the name Armstrong, and so we knew it had been hers. She also said, "Women have a suffer to be beautiful, and that's why I never was." But we knew better, at least about the "I never was" part.
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Were the other nuns similar? I admit I envision nuns walking around whacking kids with yard sticks.
ReplyDeleteI can't say they were all similar. The art teacher was elderly and rigid, and perpetually in a bad mood. Ditto the sewing teacher. I loved chorus, but don't remember the choral teacher. The postulants and novices were friendly and fun, but of course they weren't nuns yet. Even Sr. Cecilia wouldn't let me read the Reader's Digest my father brought me.
DeleteI'm glad you had someone kind at that time in your life. I learnt piano at our local Convent from the nuns. I always felt sorry that they both had lost the names they were born with - Sister Bernard, and Sister Desmond. They were both very kind.
ReplyDeleteFor a while in my early twenties some of my closest friends were nuns because I taught in a Catholic school for kids with special needs. Then again in my late twenties and early thirties I had more good friends who were nuns.
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