Fifty years have passed since that beautiful summer day in southwestern Pennsylvania when I knelt before the altar at St. John the Baptist Church in New Baltimore and made my Profession of Simple Vows. Anniversaries such as this are a good time for looking back and taking stock, especially for those of us who are prone to introspection.
Four days before the horrific events in Dallas in November of 1963, I left Niagara in the dead of night and boarded a train bound for my native Chicago. Read more…
I enjoyed the article regarding the 50th anniversary of the “Carmelite”, the chapel in the mall. I was a student at Hamilton during the opening of the chapel and recall attending the dedication as a member of the seminary choir.
The article is remiss, I think, for failing to recall the individuals who were around at the beginning. Read more…
The text below is from a letter we recently received at Carmelite Media from George C. (Bede) Hendrickson. He sent a framed picture that his mother painted 60 years ago and asked if it could be used as a vocations tool. The letter explains the meaning of the picture and how it came to be. The text of the letter follows:
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The year was 1938 and I was five years old, slowly approaching the anticipated age of reason, when my family moved from St John’s Parish in Fairview, NJ to St Joseph’s Parish in Bogota, NJ. That was my first introduction to the Carmelites.
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