Don't ask why I scan the Detroit News obits. Simple reason is: I don't know. Part of my curiosity is that they publish the obits of nuns who served various Catholic diosceses of MI. My expiernce with nuns is, most likely, similar to those of others. I took my share of banishments, face slaps, ruler to the knuckles, etc., as an other kid who had a propensity for consistently being in their crosshairs. I still get mileage out of my Sister Leo and Sister Ralph stories--they were tough ladies!
Sister Mary Emily treated us as if we where the cherubim and seraphim who assisted the Virgin as she was assumed into heaven. She called our class Angel City. She taught me how to print my name. I began reading with her. She gave me all "A"s--my academic career went south immediately thereafter.
One lasting memory of first grade: I began feeling sick during the after-lunch recitation of the Apostle's Creed. I raised my hand to ask for restroom relief. Sister Mary Emily mouthed a stern no to me. Moments later I projected of wide arc of cafteria food vomit across the classroom. Incensed, Sister Mary Emily went and pulled my sister out of class and made her help in the clean-up.
Click on the headline for link to Sister Mary Emily's obit.
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Sam: Never saw this blog before. It is terrific. Ran into it looking for Sharples. Was trying to figure out how Liz Telford located me after nearly forty years. She'd mentioned Sharples in her very brief email. Thanks for the kind words regarding my eulogizing him. I still miss him everyday, literally. Call sometime.
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