In 1968, Sister Marie
Claire arrived. She had
taken her final vows a few
months earlier. From the
beginning, it was apparent
that Sister Marie Claire
was not a “typical” nun,
whatever that might be.
One thing was certain,
anyway, she was not like
any of the nuns I had ever
met before at the convent.
And from the very
beginning she regularly
ruffled Mother Superior’s
feathers, even though she
wasn’t usually trying to. It
was just that Sister Marie
Claire was so energetic
and daring and unflappable.
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After two or three years at
the convent, Sister Marie
Claire had endeared
herself to virtually everyone
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One day, five or six of us
were in the courtyard after
classes were over. Sister
Marie Claire had borrowed
Father Pierre’s short-wave
radio. . . .She stopped at a
station that was playing
classical music. A waltz by
Johann Strauss, she told
us as the music played.
She began teaching us
how to dance to the song.
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