Yes, 42 years ago, on August 5th, a Saturday and the feast of Our Lady of the Snows (now called the commemoration of St. Mary Major), I flew from San Diego via American Airlines to JFK, stayed in the terminal for a few hours because of a thunderstorm (had supper with my Uncle Richard who my mom alerted) and then onto Boston. We (Sr. Mary Thecla and another aspirant) arrived very late. If you can believe it, Mother Paula and two other sisters met us on the tarmac (before the days of … [Read more...]