Bring me your nun stories!!

Sometimes I think about my life one year ago, and I feel boring.  Not because I felt that much differently about my life at the time, but because my life itself was different and more interesting to those who weren’t living it with me.

Then again, I suppose that if I posted more often I’d come up with more to say.

I guess things are still pretty interesting but it’s all happening in my head, which I’m trying to turn into the head of Sister Mary Ignatius.  I’m simply out of time.   My director gave me a book entitled Don’t Chew Jesus: A Collection of Memorable Nun Stories; it’s a fabulous resource.  I highly recommend it to any Catholics who had nuns (hellooooo, Courtois family!!  While I’m at it, please comment or e-mail me with your wonderful nun stories!  mouse AT mousesnest DOT com.  That goes for non-Courtois’s too.)

Anyhow, I know it will come together just fine but with such an extensive personality squashed into this one measly hour of religious instruction I won’t be nearly finished with it.  If “theatre” had a subtitle, we would list it as Theatre: We Need One More Week.  Right now I feel like I need another whole month…

6 Responses to “Bring me your nun stories!!”

  1. Pooh Says:

    Don’t know if this will help much or not. When I told the people at the Corps of Engineers that I was leaving to go into teaching, one of the older engineers said that he missed the old days when the nuns took a vow of poverty, and got paid very little for teaching. I was horn-swoggled and speechless, I mean what can you say to that. Imagine that, the nerve of today’s teachers, wanting to be paid a living wage for educating the children who are our future!
    On the other hand, think of the dedication of someone who would take a vow of poverty (and chastity and obedience, etc.)

  2. pengie Says:

    my mom has a story. she could probably tell it better than me and with more detail. but it’s about her father, walking down the stairs, farting, only to pass by a sister going the opposite direction on the stairs, uknowingly about to face an invisible stinky wall.

  3. Dog Mom Says:

    Copied from – my posting in the comments:

    # Dog Mom Says:
    February 14th, 2009 at 4:16 pm

    Bay Medical Center was the result of the merger of 2 hospitals: General Hospital and Mercy Hospital. As you may surmise, Mercy was run by an order of Catholic Nuns.

    The most-memorable Nun Story I have follows:

    Dad tended to use the stairways instead of the elevators to get from floor to floor at Mercy. One day, just for the hell of it, as he’s tromping down the steps in what he thought was a deserted stairway, he was popping a fart with each step down…. only to find Sister Patrice on her way UP from the bottom.

    Being a nun AND the hospital administrator, Sister Patrice never acknowledged whether she heard a thing….

    I suspect that’s the only time in my Dad’s life he admitted being embarrassed.
    # Dog Mom Says:
    February 14th, 2009 at 4:19 pm

    As a side note, Dad was raised Quaker but developed a deep distaste for organized religion. However, while he disdained religion, he had no issues with the nuns with whom he worked. As gruff and curmudgeonly as he was, he DID have a great deal of respect for the people who worked with him. Regardless of race, religion, color, or creed. As long as they didn’t try to recruit or convert him, that is 😉

  4. Uncly Uncle Says:

    The nuns at the Shrine of the Little Flower in Royal Oak tormented my five brothers and I for years. Our four sisters had it easier I think. The nuns order was Sisters of Charity.
    Now I really don’t want to relive my old stories, that’s partly why I sent my kids to the Avondale public schools (excellent choice by the way). Anyway….
    My brother Jim was the 6th of six boys and by the time he came around the nuns had it in for him. I guess, after many years of it, my mother was weary of always being called down to the school for “disciplinary” issues of one kind or another.
    One day Sister Patricia Marie (aka Piglet) was cheesed off by the cut of Jimmy’s hair. She called my mother to come in and take him for a hair cut. Of course first she had to get on a little rant about long hair and in the process started yanking on Jimmy’s hair. Jim had enough, grabbed her arm, twisted it around and bent her over her Principals’ (no pal of ours) desk. Mom went over and pinched her on her upper arm and said something to the effect of “you leave your hands off my boy” and “after all these years, I’ve had enough.” (Jim can check this for accuracy.) I think she wanted to have Jim expelled but the pastor would not allow it.

  5. Marquis Says:

    I was in fourth grade when JFK died. I was in CA, so the news of his death came in the early afternoon and we were still in class. The news came over the PA. At first, for a moment, there was just silence. Our teacher, a nun, didn’t say anything and then the dam broke. Lawrence, the boy, sitting in the row next to me began balling, loudly. He was inconsolable.

    The teacher had to call to the office to have him taken home. In the relative silence that followed Lawrence’s departure, I could hear muffled sniffles and sobs. Our teacher was teary eyed.

    I don’t think that I cried for JFK. I do remember feeling confused and awkward, what with the waves of emotion that were crashing about me, that November afternoon. I was amazed, having never seen naked grief like that before. In the ensuing days prays were offered and memorial services were held. I know I attended them, but none of them still sear my memory, like Lawrence did.

  6. Dog Mom Says:

    BTW – Again I must congratulate you on your portrayal/performance! You DID succeed in cramming a tremendous amount of Sister’s personality/persona/character into the “measly hour” of stage time. The sheer depth of Sister’s belief and the horror she had finding that anyone could possibly NOT maintain the same level of belief regardless of circumstances came through crystal clear, along with so much more.

    Brava! Bravissimo!

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