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Written by Maura Maguire
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Monday, 02 May 2005 |
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Each
year we had a school Retreat. For three
days we had nothing but religion and prayer. The whole time we were sworn to total silence, even after we went home. There were great efforts made by our brothers
to force us to talk but most of us persisted nevertheless.
Some of us, unbeknownst to the good Sisters, sadly
fell by the wayside! At school we had
prayers and devotions in the Convent Chapel and reading religious books and
magazines.
In my primary school days and early on in grammar
school my ambition was to become a teacher. However when the time approached for leaving school, I found that my
close friends were all going off nursing and only the ‘swots’ were going to
college. I decided not to take up the
offer of a place in St Mary’s Teacher Training College
in Belfast. Instead I joined my friends who were going
off nursing training. I was convinced by
the assurance of one of them that we would not have to distribute or empty bed
pans. My mother near laughed her leg
off.
‘You’ll soon find out the way of it when you get to
hospital!’
How right she was I soon found out! |
Reminiscence 
