Thank God I’m A Country Girl!

I tend to say I grew up near a farm (our neighbors) as opposed to on a farm. Technically, we probably qualified in acreage, and our red barn served as garage and tool shed. Our only livestock were some egg lay-ers, and the main crop fields were scotch pines. My parents maintained a large, well-weeded and productive garden, and my mother canned non-stop in early fall. Vegetables were plentiful, but the only flowers were a few rows of zinnias. My sisters and I called them “zeenyas” and thought they were the most beautiful flower God created. They were cheerful, sturdy, and looked perfectly content when plunked in a water-filled Ball jar. There’s something quite reassuring about the unpretentious, those who live an honest presentation of who they are.


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About Sr. Nun Other

May 16, 2012, completed my 30th year as a Sister. It was both a milestone and just another day in an interesting journey. Some of those thirty years included singing with Gloriae Dei Cantores, marching in Spirit of America band, and serving on our Sisters Council. As a monastic, I live surrounded by beauty and within a frame work of opportunity and possibility. I'm sixty-four (much to my surprise) and extremely grateful for my life as a sister - past, present, and future.

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