Two stabbed and two arrested in convent fracas

Nun's Story, revisited.

Never get between priests, nuns, and a collection plate.

Care to expand?


Great comeback!

The moral of the story for the laymen: don't meddle in when it's nun of your business!

Groan......................

Somehow, I just knew that Diane was going to show up here.

Nun of your business?

Eva, you foretune teller.

Bunny, between you and dasha, I'll be groaning for the rest of the night and the cowboy is already in bed, so the groaning will be of no real use. Sigh.

You know me, Reyn, I'm always glad to expand.

There was a book in the fifties called The Nun's Story.
Also a movie, with, I think, Audrey Hepburn as the nun.

I read it around the time I was dealing with my own issues, which were that as a senior in high school writing for the local catholic paper, or was it my high school paper, I did both though that was no strenuous task, I interviewed the nun who taught home ec one afternoon after school. She asked me about my vocation. This was routine, we had vocation assemblies every so often. This appalls me now, but was just how it was then. I had already figured out I needed to be a Single Woman In the World, the least mentioned choice. The choices went in the order of Bride of Christ, Married Woman, and Single Woman in the World, the punch on the first two, in that order.

So I told her I was going to be a Single Woman in the World, since I planned to study medicine and women couldn't be good doctors and also marry and have children and obey their husbands and so on. (Med schools agreed at that time. So she told me she thought I had a vocation and went on about the Maryknoll sisters and my school's order, who had a nursing section, and blah blah.

I didn't really want to be a missionary, not because I had my distaste for that that I do now, but because I was afraid of snakes and spiders and, really, I pictured myself being a surgical resident at some major hospital, just like a certain skating star became around that time.

So I wrote my article and time passed and my teachers started with me.
My latin teacher told me she had a dream, and my (in memory sharp and witty) chemistry teacher told me she knew I had a vocation the day she heard I was home with the flu..

Well, this all got to me, so that at our girls' school class picnic, I was allowed into the secret to us convent quarters... and my parents and I visited the parlor at the school convent for a Conversation, me basically being signed up for the next September as a postulant to the Sisters of So On.

Some here know that I went that summer with my dad and a cameraman, a sound engineer, and a film editor to make a film about feed additives for Armour, mostly shot at stockyards and farms.

I ended up with a (now I would say delicious) crush on the film editor, and the convent was kaput.

Somewhere around then, probably before the film trip, I read the Nun's Story..... I now remember nada about it, but I think it fostered my inner martyr.

This all was fairly formative - I have no patience with martyrosity today.






Re this thread, one slight memory of the book was that the protagonist's experience was intense.

Lightening up, I did have two gurlfriends who went on some cruise which turned out to be full of old fogies, but they had an ok time anyway. There was some costume event - if you know me, you'll know I am cruisephobic - and they wore sheets and made signs saying "We ain't got nun".

Well, we thought that was funny, at the time, cough.

Thanks, Osso, nice story!


hehe!

I'm glad it wasn't because of philosophical reasons.

Nun's Story Link

(check the review)










I'm not really mocking believers or beliefs. I've friends I respect who retain belief. My outrage is to manipulation and coercion.

yes.


Good story osso.

Thanks, dad.

Found the figure skater of my teen ideas - Tenley Albright
http://www.usoc.org/11506_49768.htm

I hope they don't make a habit of this.

Yes, indeed! They've made such an investment of being so pious.

They appear to be praying on each other.

A mass of sacrilegious responses . . .

Rather convent-tional, really.