| If this blogger is using one too many photographs of Audrey Hepburn, indulge me, please. Part of the reason is Sister Eugenie. Yesterday, after the general rehearsals at St. Paul QC, some batch mates and I found out she's now at the Vigil House of St. Paul de Chartres,let's call it more bluntly a pre-departure area. Eugenie was our English and literature teacher when my batch-mates and I were under her in 1965. She was an inspired, inspiring story-teller. In one class, she told us about Sabrina (maybe she had just seen it on TV in the cloister and nuns sometimes have romantic notions about love and happily ever afters). She was so good at telling the story that she cut it just as we were all eagerly awaiting what would happen to the girl, the chauffeur's daughter, who would climb a tree and gaze down at the party going on at the Long Island estate of her father's employer. This one's for you, dearest Eugenie, from your Sabrinas who had learned, have learned or are still trying to learn how to let in, like that girl perched on a tree branch, la vie en rose. |
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It was nice seeing old familiar faces. Reminds one of happy childhood/teenage memories.
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