Mother Angelica

I found myself thinking about the loss of this nun her name is Mother Angelica. I found this nun through Fr Benedict Groeschel. I saw him the first time on my facebook page often during lent. One day I wanted to hear some good words from him and by chance saw Mother Angelica. I saw one of her video and I found her very funny and very knowledgeable. Mother Angelica reminded me of many good things I have learnt as a child and we might have forgotten them by now. Sadly I also found out that she passed away and that made me very sad now that I had discovered her but lucky for me there are many videos that she left behind. From what I gather she was an only child and her father left her and her mother. She suffered hunger. She also never dated. I love nuns as they did a lot of good with me as a child and I never saw anything wrong. I truly have love and respect for them and this nun, Mother Angelica is no less. I wish I knew her when she was alive but usually that is when I find good people. Like the American artist Bob Ross and also the munk I mentioned above. If you guys would like to see Mother Angelica's videos just type her name they will come up. She is a good source for the soul and peace of mind.

My childhood

Today I will tell you about my childhood. when I was nine years old my mother asked me if I wanted to go to the nuns convent. Since it was kind of fashion back then I said yes. I never regretted it, it was the best years of my life. So, one Saturday,  my younger sister Nadine,(different name)  she was seven and I went there. We were little, so when they made our beds, they put them together as they thought we would fall down. They also put plastic so we won't wet the beds. I told then nun, we don't pee in bed and she told me, here, you don't say that, you say toilet. That was the first day, I still remember it so clearly. I am very proud to say, there, at the nuns, I learnt many things, I wouldn't have learnt at home. I knew how to knit and purl at home. We were allocated jobs, from four years old to seventeen years old. The four year old, her job was to sweep the stairs. Mine was different every week, sometimes it was washing the breakfast cups and saucers and someone else will wipe and put away. Sometimes was to wash the dishes at dinner time with someone else. I used to wash the nuns' plates not so much the rest of the other chores. The nun in the kitchen used to want me there to help her making biscuits and whatever sweets she did. But as a young girl, she would send me in the pantry, which was in another room to get her stuff. Like those tiny silver balls that you add to cookies. I wouldn't know what she was talking about, so I stay there till she comes and get me. Sometimes, she would explain better, where the things are and I got her the right thing. I would feel so relieved.  The nuns were very good to us and we never were treated badly. In Christmas time, it felt like Christmas. Easter felt like Easter. We did dramas, we went picnics, we had a house near the beach and we went swimming. There was order, discipline, play time,work time,embroidery time, fun games. Today I wish to thank all those nuns in my life, I wish to see them and I love them all so much. I wish God will reward them for me. I'm living in Australia now and when I went for back holidays twenty three years ago, I went to visit the place, where I stayed for five years, till I was about fourteen. The place looked smaller now but i was so happy being there remember my childhood. There was only one nun left that I knew. The place is not for children any more. It is a home for older priests. I will stop here today.