Memories of my first one hundred years as a Sisters of Providence Since I am now one hundred years old, and still sturdy and strongYou, my life companions, might like to listen with me to the words of my songAnd discover in them the secret of my weathering times hard...
BY LOUISE SLOBODIAN Sister Rita Gleason knew that she was called by God. She had no doubt that religious life was for her. But she had one hesitation. To enter a congregation would surely mean giving up her beloved piano. She knew sacrifice was involved and that would...
BY LOUISE SLOBODIAN The first impression of the Sisters of Providence Motherhouse property in midtown Kingston is trees. One tall old tree has special meaning for Sister Anna Moran. It’s the only tree older than her on the property known as Heathfield, one she has...
A favourite question people have for a Sister is, “Why did you become a nun?” For many years I would go blank when anyone asked me that. I didn’t know how to answer. It is a mystery to me. How did such an ordinary and very young person as I was, know that I had a...
When I think of my call to religious life, I must admit that the process I went through to make my decision falls far short of the standards for discernment that we know today. Nevertheless, Providence was undergirding all the mundane experiences in my decision to...
I grew up on a farm in southern Saskatchewan in a family of eleven children. Prayers were an important part of our daily lives. Sunday Mass, the rosary, prayers at meals and even the Way of the Cross during Lent were a regular thing. During the summer we went to...
