




November 19, 2009
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I will begin with my parents. My Dad was a patient, loving and hard working individual.
Mom was outgoing and aggressive. She never know a stranger and our doors were open
for anyone at any time. I grew up on a 160 acre farm, ten miles from the town of
Albany, Minnesota. We attended Mass every Sunday and Holy Day. My siblings and I
attended the one-
When the call came, the Lord said He would give me not only the twelve children, but the whole world. I could not resist; it was very strong. I went to our pastor, at St. Alexis and mentioned it to him. He said that he had been waiting for me for two years, because he knew I had a vocation to the religious life. He asked me which community I was considering and I said that I did not know, but that I thought I should become a Franciscan. He gave me five books of different Franciscan communities and when I opened the book for The Sisters of the Third Order of St. Francis, I knew that was it. I closed the book and returned to my pastor and he said he would write the first letter.
So I entered our novitiate on April 16, 1953. And what a vocation it has been! I live daily with the world as my children.