But perhaps the best of what I learned from the sisters was a tremendous appreciation for the liturgy. We went to Mass every morning at 7:00AM and said all of the prayers of the Mass in English. But they also taught us to sing the Latin Mass of the Angels and, of course, the Requiem Mass which we sang every day of November. Does one ever forget the haunting words and chant of the Dies Irae? And only these women whom we all loved and admired could have gotten a group of fifty children to observe a week of silence when the Franciscan retreat master came to town!
While I was with the sisters a bit before the feminist revolution, that women were capable of doing anything simply went unquestioned at St. Agnes. Those women, our models, could face any trial or hardship; they could do and achieve anything they set their minds to - and we learned from them that we could, too.
So, my heartfelt thanks to these ladies who now rest in their graves on the barren Nebraska prairie - to Mother Virginia, Sr. Adeltrude, Sr. Emily, Sr. Bartholomew, Srs. Fides, Spes, Caritas; Sr. George, Sr. Doloreta, Sr. Agnes, Sr. Electa, Sr. Constance, Sr. Florence, requiescat in pace!