world.
âAfter her husbandâs death, Fionnuala was devastated bygrief and turned to the Church for comfort. The priests of St. Bridgetâs Parish encouraged her in acts of charity. Soon her generosity was widely known throughout the region. It wasnât long before other widows asked to join her. The small group decided to live and work together. It was Fionnualaâs intent to heal the sick and educate the poor.â
Angie sat up straighter. This was her heartâs desire, tooâto help the poor, to teach, and endlessly offer herself to whatever work the Church asked of her.
âIn 1840, with the approval of Pope Gregory XVI, St. Bridgetâs Sisters of the Assumption formally received the blessing of Rome and was established as a religious order.â
âThis was in Ireland?â one of the girls asked.
âYes.â Sister smiled at Bonnie, the girl whose cell was across from Angieâs. âThese were the days of the terrible potato famine and as you know, many Irish immigrated to the United States. Conditions were deplorable in Ireland and in the United States, too, as the immigrants struggled to make new lives. In an effort to help, St. Bridgetâs Sisters of the Assumption sent many young nuns to America. They arrived in Boston and established the convent here. Soon the demand for nuns was high, and by the turn of the century more and more women were offering their lives to the service of the Church.â
âWhen was the motherhouse transferred here?â Karen asked. âFrom Ireland, I mean.â
Sister Mary Louise walked toward the blackboard. âJust before the first of the two World Wars. Weâre proud of our order, which has grown and expanded through the years. As of today, we have ten convents situated across the United States. Iâm pleased to tell you that we are one of the most prominent religious orders in the country. God has continued to bless our efforts.
âWhile the motherhouse here in Boston is our oldest convent, it isnât our largest. That honor goes to our convent in Minneapolis, Minnesota.â
Angie had read about the Minneapolis convent in the brochure sheâd received at the time of her high school retreat. The Sisters worked as nurses at St. Elizabethâs Hospital and teachers for the thriving Catholic schools within St. Peterâs diocese.
Besides attending her classes, Angelina was required to fulfill housekeeping duties around the convent. Her first assignment was in the laundry room, situated next to the kitchen. After several weeks of bland meals, Angie could remain silent no longer, especially when she realized the cook planned to make spaghetti.
âLet me help,â she suggested. Sheâd already finished sorting and folding that dayâs clean laundry.
âHelp?â The cook, an older woman hired from the community, looked up at her in surprise.
âIâm Italian. I know about herbs and spices.â She dipped a spoon into the bubbling red sauce on the stove and tasted it, then slowly shook her head. Her father would throw himself in front of oncoming traffic rather than serve anything this bland. âBring me the basil,â she said with such authority that the lay cook hurried to comply.
Searching through the spice rack, Angie added a pinch of this and a handful of that, tasted, tested and wasnât satisfied until she had something that at least resembled the sauce she knew and loved.
That evening the sisters raved about the meal. The two nuns whoâd drawn kitchen duty tried to explain that it had been Angieâs work, but it was risky to give her credit. Angie had been assigned to the laundry, not the kitchen. Not once was she ever asked to cook, although the other postulants helped prepare meals on a regular basis.
Whenever the mail arrived, Angie searched for a letterfrom her father, but she never found one. Karen didnât hear from her family, either.