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This transcription was a work done for the honor of all Bernardine Sisters, especially Mother Veronica, as well as my own mother who had a fond affection for her aunt, Sister Cantalicia. Sister Cantalicia, incidently, was also the eighth grade teacher (on the right) to the Servant of God, Father Walter Ciszek (center).

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The portrait of Mother Veronica appearing in the pages of the early history of the Bernardine Sisters in the United States and recalled by memories imbued with a grateful tenderness takes on definite characteristics. There is no doubt that her early training, the conditions in her country, and the circumstances of her life helped to shape the spirit that these memories retained. Like many of the

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THE horsedrawn carriage of Monsignor Borneman on the Morgantown Road past Reading was a familiar sight between the years 1898 and 1905. Anyone acquainted with the Monsignor who watched him on his way would know that he was going to pay his regular visit to the Sisters at Ridgewood. The little orphans, too, knew the sound of the horses’ hoofs as they rhythmically trod the entrance road. They were

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THE estate at Ridgewood with its one hundred secluded acres seemed an ideal setting for a Franciscan convent. Away from the din and bustling activity of the city, in idyllic surroundings of the miles and miles of uninhabited woodland, it gave the atmosphere of peace and solitude so conducive to a life desired by most souls espoused to God. The tall ancient trees, elm and poplar, ash and locust,

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THE city of Reading is one of the oldest cities in Pennsylvania, having been laid out by Richard and Thomas Penn, the two sons of the founder of the colony. It takes its name from the city of the same name in the county of Berkshire in England. Originally it covered 600 acres of Penn's woodland, but in time it continued to expand its boundaries which in 1950 were still not permanently fixed. In

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ON Tuesday, October 16, 1894, a clear cool autumn day, the steamship Ems cast anchor in the harbor of New York. Ten days had passed since it had last sighted land, and they were days of alternating serenity and turbulence. Small wonder then, that as the ship stood there in the dock, with the ocean’s foam dripping from its damp, mucky sides, it tenderly hugged the land that gave it hospitality

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EMILY Eleanor Grzedowska, entered the convent in Zakliczyn in 1885, three years after its foundation by the Bernardine Sisters from Cracow. The history of the community in Cracow is a long one, for its origin dates back to the year 1457, four years after the founding of the men’s order by the same name by St. John Capistrano. Modelled after the Franciscan third Order in Italy, the rule adopted

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THE Warsaw to which Emily returned was not the city of her youthful days. A pall of dejection hung over the inhabitants and penetrated every phase of its current life. The shock of the recent failure of the insurrection of 1863 was too great to wear off without leaving a trauma that would mark no doubt even the next generation. The typical Varsovien, though by nature optimistic and good

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FAR away from home in distant Czestochowa, Emily felt the pangs of homesickness for the first time. She missed her loving parents, her devoted brother and sister, and the city where she had known so much joy. She tried to understand, however, the wisdom of her parents’ choice and the good that would accrue to her by the advantages given her; but her sensitive nature was made to suffer much in the

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IT WAS November in the year 1843. The trees in New Linden Street in Warsaw were fast shedding their leaves which hardly a few weeks before in a blaze of color had given that part of the city its distinctive signs of autumnal beauty. The chestnut, the maple, the sycamore, and the hardy oak, interspersed down the lane, all strengthened by each other’s example, with less and less reluctance released

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To appreciate the work and influence of the Bernardine Sisters more fully, it is necessary to acquaint oneself with and understand the character and circumstances of the period during which Mother Veronica and her companions came to this country. During the two decades of the nineteenth centurt Polish immigrants crossed the Atlantic in ever increasing numbers to free themselves from the yoke of

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