When I was in high school at Incarnate Word Academy, I had a favorite nun, Sr Philomena. She was all of 4'10" with the best Irish brogue I've ever heard. After more than 30 years in this country, she still had that lovely lilt and cadence to her voice. I loved her. She was wry and sarcastic and had a merry step and twinkling eyes. I could never figure out why she had never married, but had become a nun instead. One day I finally asked her, and here is her explanation (Please read with your best Irish accent, it would make me so happy. Thanks.):
"When I was about sixteen," she said. "I liked to kiss the boys. That's not true. When I was sixteen I liked to kiss the boy who lived next door. He was lovely to look at and heaven to kiss, as long as he didn't talk too much. Anyway, one day my dad caught us necking in the haystacks and pulled us both up by our ears and said to me, 'You have two choices right now, you can marry him or you can go to the convent.' I looked long and hard at the neighbor boy's pretty face and said, 'Then take me to the convent. He's a lot of fun for kissing, but he's kind of an idiot.'"
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I would have loved that nun, too. Any idea what ever happened to her?
She eventually passed away at the very young age of 97. She was a great lady and a blessing to all who knew her.
Funny.
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
And I read (thought) it in an Irish accent. Awesome. :)
perfect. We need more nuns. Something to pray about for sure!
Bwahahahaha!
My favorite sister was Sister Rose. Her story was fairly interesting. For one thing she said that multiple people kept telling her she should be a nun, but she kept saying she wanted to get married. By a fluke she ended up working for the FBI in the fingerprint division for awhile. And then she became a sister, teaching at various schools.
Too funny!
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