The First Time You Saw A Nun/sister

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Some felicians go every year! The two I know have a competition with buzz lightyear gun thing, which I think is hilarious! They really enjoy it (they are chaperones for a school)
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I would laugh so much if I saw that! It would be razzle dazzle!

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I saw sisters at Disney Land! They watched my Band perform, and, when they noticed me distractedly staring/grinning at them, they waved. I later saw them screaming on a roller coaster. I was amused.
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That sounds amesome!! "Hey Sister." "Yes Sister?" "I feel like the Flying Nun on this roller coaster!"

[CatherineM]

I still have a bracelet that the nuns came and put on my wrist right after I was born. It has a small marian medal on it. The first time I actually remember is the first day of first grade.

[AccountDeleted]

The first was when I was about 5 or 6 but the first ones I really knew were when I came to Australia at age 16 and started working as a nurse aide in a Catholic hospital where the nurses were mostly nuns (Sisters of Charity - all white habit). It was also my first experience of the Vatican 2 changes when one Friday Sr Roberta was wearing the full gear and after a weekend off, on the Monday she came in wearing a modified habit showing her legs and parts of her arms, no wimple and a modified veil. We were all in shock ---- Sr Roberta has legs!!!

Years later I worked with these sisters again at their private hospital in the same city. They were still wearing the modified habit and I was used to it, but the superior was wearing lip gloss!! I assumed she must have had chapped lips or something but it still seemed weird to me.

Later I worked with Missionaries of Charity, so I guess over the year I have had a lot of contact with nuns - for someone raised a non-Catholic that is.

[Lil'Monster]

I have no idea when I first saw a nun/sister I probably met them when I was a baby but I don't remember that! The first time that I know for sure is when I was 6 years old and they were teachers at the school that attended. I was scared of them at first but there was a very razzle dazzle nun and I was the teacher's pet or well a Nun Teacher's pet.

Then I seen some at a baseball game and they asked me bunch of questions about if I was considered in religious life which I wasn't and I still aint move a inch at the thought about becoming a nun


they still kinda scare me though


jk

[marigold]

When I was about seven I got it into my head that I wanted to go and visit a convent. I can't remember what brought it on - maybe The Sound of Music - but my poor agnostic father was very obliging and took me down the road to have tea with the local sisters. I thought the place smelled like my grandma's house and I liked the sister who showed us around. But what I LOVED was going out in the garden and seeing another sister standing atop the garden shed wielding a hedge trimmer. She was cutting the ivy that grew all over the walls. It was all sunny and she just smiled and smiled at me. You could say it made a lasting impression . A decade and a half later I'm sitting here counting the days until I enter a convent myself.

[HopefulBride]

The first time I saw a sister I honestly don't know (can't seem to recall that memory) The first time I interacted with a sister was when I went in for my first grade entrance exam (In Haiti you had to take exams to ensure you were ready and could read, write spell and all that jazz) I was five years old and the sister was sister Marguerite. She was the sweetest sister and wouldn't you know she was CANADIAN!!!! French Canadian though so I don't know.

The first time I saw a nun... It was either when I met the sisters at covington or when I saw my friend during a transfer from her Monatery in Haiti to the one in Canada (I can't seem to remember if her visit came before or after my visit to Carmel....)

[Feankie]

I honestly don't remember the first time I ever saw a sister, but I DO remember --- in great detail---- the first time my children saw one.
We had our 3 year old daughter (now 34) at Mass with us as the other kids were in children's church and 4 full habited nuns walked in, complete with their mantles. Lis blurted out in a loud 3 year old voice, 'Oh Mama. This isn't the zoo. This is church. Why are there such large penguins up in the front?"

This is the same daughter that, when were were in Mexico City, saw an extremely poor, extremely dirty, extremely old man squatting on the street begging. The container he was using was an old tin can that once held peppers and the label was still attached. Again, another Lis-ism. She turned to her dad and said, "Daddy, why is that man asking for peppers?" The whole family laughs about it even now, especially when we have large family get--togethers and tell stories. Her children are now in possession of her "blunders" as a child and think it's hilarious.

Our oldest, an E.R. physician and smart as a whip, called Utah "You-tay" til she was about 8 and a teacher corrected her. Can't wait to hear what comes out of the mouths of my grandkids as they get older.

[Lisa]

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[Mary's Margaret]

I was born in a hospital run by Sisters. Shortly after, my father brought my brother to see me. They had to wait for a while and my brother could barely sit still with excitement. Finally, a nurse came to tell them it was ok to go in and Father told him to say, "Hello, Sister." At which point, Roy burst into inconsolable crying, finally blubbering out, "But I wanted a [b]baby[/b] sister!"

I, of course, don't remember those Sisters, so the first Sisters I remember seeing taught at a local Catholic school and lived in the adjacent convent which was hidden behind walls and shrubbery. I was very, very intrigued and longed to know more about them. The church associated with both housed the "rival" youth group of our (semi-high) Anglican church down the road. When I was going through confirmation classes (aged around 12 in the Anglican Church), the priests repeatedly asked if I was sure I was not Roman Catholic. In my mid to late teens, I discerned a call to (Anglican) religious life, but family circumstances precluded following through at that time.

Skip a few decades, and here I am Catholic and my life is peppered with nuns and Sisters. I wish Fr. Hopkins of my Confirmation classes could see me now! Somehow, he knew all along.

[sistersintigo]

My great-grandmother was in a nursing home run by Sisters of St Francis. I was well under the age of ten, she was in her nineties and did not have long to live.
Her daughter, my grandmother, had been a cradle Catholic who was sent to Catholic schools. My grandmother was a headstrong personality from childhood, and the school sisters, a strict congregation, tried to break her will. Grandma just got angry and ornery and more bull-headed for their trouble. She made a point of marrying a Protestant from a family with more wealth than her own, so that she could raise her child away from the Catholic schools and churches. Thus my siblings and I were born and raised in one of those towns that discriminated against Catholics, where all the churches were Protestant, and in Prohibition they were one of the dry towns. The public school had kids from Catholic families who lived and worked in this same town; but they had to register in parishes across the town lines and drive for miles to go to Mass.
So the Catholic Church was like forbidden fruit for my family and me. And here we had a great-grandparent being cared for by nuns. We were taken to visit the home and see her, and there I saw my first Catholic nuns, in full Franciscan habit, ankle length, with veils. I remember black rather than brown, unless the color was a REALLY dark brown that resembles black?
And I remember how an older relative of mine showed me off to the nuns, because I had been pressured into entering the school talent show and performing in front of people; I was the minimum age for entry in the show, and it wasn't really my idea, more my older relatives living vicariously through me.
So when the Franciscan nun was told about me performing in public, she looked straight at me and exclaimed, "But why didn't you invite us!" To a little child she says this. And it was said in the most extroverted, open-hearted, hospitable way -- the polar opposite to my chilly relatives. I NEVER forgot this.