For those reading the story below, I thought a visual reminder of what once was--and can be again--would be appropriate.
Click on the image to enlarge. Notice the serenity in the subject's eyes.
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That's a Sister of Mercy -- I attended schools taught by these remarkable women for many years, and my cousin is an RSM. However, they've ditched this habit along with the post-VII modified garb, and now look like middle-aged businesswomen. The old habit was a bit uncomfortable, especially the stiff headpiece which often caused welts, esp. in hot weather, but the modified habit was quite nice, and IMO should have been retained. Secular garb doesn't do a thing for sisters at all. Now my cousin looks like just another elderly lady.
Thanks for the info about the order. I found this in some old photos that belonged to my grandmother. A name is handwritten on the cardboard framing that reads, "Sister Mary Joseph". Most likely this photo comes from Kansas or Missourri (my grandmother grew up in Atchison, Kansas, and lived there until the late 1930's, when she moved to California). Her oldest sister, Mary, most likely knew this nun. Mary planned on becoming a nun herself, but their (Mary's and my grandmother's) mother died of typhoid caught while nursing someone who was sick and she left 10 children behind. The oldest sister gave up her dream of the convent to help raise all of her brothers and sisters. She later became a nurse.
The photo was probably taken between 1890 and 1910.
If any readers out there know more about Sr. Mary Joseph, please inform us.
Mr. Kumpel: That's very interesting about Mary. Do you know anyone who would do the same today? I don't. That breed died with my mother (who was born in 1918). I've noticed that MOST (not all) those born after 1925 have quite a selfish streak.
In any event,why don't you contact the Sisters of Mercy and ask about Sister Mary Joseph? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help you.
Also, hold on tight to this beautiful picture. It's a gem!
Another interesting story (unprovable) about Mary:
She had a very saintly reputation. She also had a hard time sleeping and would often go to the movies because she would fall asleep in the theater.
One winter night, she was crossing the street to go to a theater and slipped and fell on the icy street. A car hit her and broke almost every bone in her body.
A priest visited her in the hospital and she said that she wanted a rosary. He gave her his. A couple of days later, she died. They gave the priest his rosary back, and he said, "That's not my rosary, my rosary was black." It WAS the same rosary, but it had turned white. After some time passed the rosary changed back to its original color.
Like I said, it's a story that is unprovable, but I do believe in miracles.
Just click on the word "comments" at the end of the story. Disagreements are welcome, and debate is encouraged but personal attacks, hostile or inappropriate comments will be deleted. Let's attack ideas, not people.
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That's a Sister of Mercy -- I attended schools taught by these remarkable women for many years, and my cousin is an RSM. However, they've ditched this habit along with the post-VII modified garb, and now look like middle-aged businesswomen. The old habit was a bit uncomfortable, especially the stiff headpiece which often caused welts, esp. in hot weather, but the modified habit was quite nice, and IMO should have been retained. Secular garb doesn't do a thing for sisters at all. Now my cousin looks like just another elderly lady.
Thanks for the info about the order. I found this in some old photos that belonged to my grandmother. A name is handwritten on the cardboard framing that reads, "Sister Mary Joseph". Most likely this photo comes from Kansas or Missourri (my grandmother grew up in Atchison, Kansas, and lived there until the late 1930's, when she moved to California). Her oldest sister, Mary, most likely knew this nun. Mary planned on becoming a nun herself, but their (Mary's and my grandmother's) mother died of typhoid caught while nursing someone who was sick and she left 10 children behind. The oldest sister gave up her dream of the convent to help raise all of her brothers and sisters. She later became a nurse.
The photo was probably taken between 1890 and 1910.
If any readers out there know more about Sr. Mary Joseph, please inform us.
Mr. Kumpel: That's very interesting about Mary. Do you know anyone who would do the same today? I don't. That breed died with my mother (who was born in 1918). I've noticed that MOST (not all) those born after 1925 have quite a selfish streak.
In any event,why don't you contact the Sisters of Mercy and ask about Sister Mary Joseph? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help you.
Also, hold on tight to this beautiful picture. It's a gem!
Maravillas
I just did last night.
Another interesting story (unprovable) about Mary:
She had a very saintly reputation. She also had a hard time sleeping and would often go to the movies because she would fall asleep in the theater.
One winter night, she was crossing the street to go to a theater and slipped and fell on the icy street. A car hit her and broke almost every bone in her body.
A priest visited her in the hospital and she said that she wanted a rosary. He gave her his. A couple of days later, she died. They gave the priest his rosary back, and he said, "That's not my rosary, my rosary was black." It WAS the same rosary, but it had turned white. After some time passed the rosary changed back to its original color.
Like I said, it's a story that is unprovable, but I do believe in miracles.
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