Saturday, April 28, 2012

feverish thoughts

 I came down with an upper respiratory infection and have been sick for days.  I won't be going to the nursing home to visit my uncle this Sunday which worries me but I can't risk bringing my germy self in contact with people who are already fragile.

 I felt like reading a bit today and I saw this on the Anchoress blog. I really would not describe the fuss over the recent correction of the Leadership Conference of Religious Women (LCRW) as operatic. The LCRW has been pretty much a low farce for some time. When I was in high school I walked into a music class one Monday morning and discovered that the middle aged lady at the desk was a nun. She didn't wear a habit and shopped at the same clothing stores as my mother and she wore pearls. She also had the bad perm/man hair cut that has become ubiquitous of the habitless nuns. Sr. J. was wonderfully insane and got some pretty good music out of us but nothing, NOTHING in her made me respect her as a Bride of Christ. She was ill tempered and the best way to describe her is to tell you to read the Harry Potter books that had Dolores Umbridge in them. That was Sr. J. I was still having thoughts about going to the convent one day but I knew I'd never, ever look at Sister J's order.  Interestingly enough, when I graduated the one girl who did try her vocation  didn't bother with her order but went to the fairly conservative Daughters of Charity.


Mrs. H. said...

Dymphna: Two stories: I taught in a Catholic school before I was married and seriously considered a religious vocation. This was in 1972. One day I went to the convent next door on a Saturday and Sister X answered the door in sweats, holding a can of beer. Out the door went that vocation. I had already been in a sorority....didn't need to do that again. I didn't know there were any orders left that wore habits.
20 years later I was teaching religion in a Catholic High School and the school organized a one day "retreat". The "nun" who ran it wore jeans and a sweatshirt with a little cross on the collar and had a haircut like a man. She did a labyrinth and then had an animal council where the animals (the kids who had made animal masks) condemned mankind for the crimes against nature. The kids kept looking at me and I had to keep whispering "wait til we get back to class and we will talk". Well, they had no respect for her and she came in the next day to talk to the kids. They asked her why she didn't wear a habit and she replied that the jeans and cross were her habit. She certainly didn't get any converts that day. Long post, but the memories are still just appalling.

Anita Moore said...

Yes, the Benedictine nuns in my state are now so way-out that the youngest of them is middle-aged, and they have had perhaps two postulants in the last 20 years (both of them middle-aged). No indications that they see the problem.

Lola said...

Hope you recover swiftly and completely!

I was so fortunate to have Habit wearing sisters. Even if they didn't wear a veil every day, they still wore 'habits' that were kind of like uniforms. No makeup not jewlery outside their order's ring.
A few years after I graduated the order that ran my mother's hospital installed a Habitless jewlery wearing nun. My mother was shocked most by the long fake nails.

Mary Ann Kreitzer said...

You used the right word, Dymphna -- farce. It sure isn't high drama -- although they're all drama queens!

pennyante said...

Habits don't make a holy nun. I was taught by Benedictines in the 1940s and 1950s. Elementary and High School. Sr. Paula regularly used the ruler on our knuckles! :)