In the fall, when I entered the community, I passed by the garden and there were rows of carrots, cabbages and turnips.
And, like I used to do at home, I pulled up some carrots, brushed them off on my apron and ate them.
All of a sudden I thought, what will they say if they see me eating the carrots?!
And the nun in charge of food was very strict, so I hoped I didn't run into her.
And the aunt of the nun who was in charge of the young sisters (the postulants), she won't be happy that I was pulling vegetables out of her garden.
Then one day, at noon, there was a box in the cafeteria, marked: To my little rabbit postulants.
And she had put in little chocolate rabbits for us.
Later, when I was a nun, even as a novice, we spent days canning in the little grey building in the yard, beside the garden.
Where the parking area is now, there was a very big kiosk.
When it was the bean harvest, or the raspberries, we'd all go there and help out.
We'd have what we called "bees"; instead of saying "corvée" we'd say "bee," an English word.
So we'd have tomato bees, I remember that one mainly because it was messy, juice everywhere.
It was during mosquito season, yes. And we had to work in the strawberries and we'd slap the mosquitoes. We'd get all dirty.
So they'd store the preserves for winter.
The tomatoes came in in big boxes and we had to clean them and arrange them to put them in the freezers.
So we'd all be chatting, we were allowed to, and we'd talk away…
So we did that in our free period, but when 1 o'clock came around, it was silence.
Then there was a nun who read to us.
Her name was Sister Légaré and she had a very loud voice. A strong voice.
Once we were all set up to do the tomatoes, or strawberries, she'd have a book, and she'd read to us.
And then, around 1960, they removed the canning kiosk.
A little later, they put in a skating rink, and we had a skating rink instead of a garden.
That didn't last long. I don't know what happened, but… it wasn't there long.
But after, they put in grass where the garden used to be and they built a grotto in the back,
close to the stores, with a Virgin Mary, and the nuns would go there to pray.
And they planted a row of trees all the way along and they made a little gravel path and the nuns could walk there in the garden.
As I said before, much of the day was spent in silence.
But we had one free period after lunch, and one in the evening after supper.
I remember, after lunch, we'd walk. We'd walk in the courtyard and we'd chat.
We got to know each other better and we were good companions, if there was one who left,
who had decided to do something else, they never told us ahead of time.
We knew, but once she was gone, we were sad. But it was her decision.
It was hard to see our companions leave like that.
It was a change that happened after the Vatican Second Council. Part of a whole series of events.
But for us it was hard to say, well I'm doing what I'm doing and I want to do it.
But to see that others were leaving, well, for me it was…
Because the other changes we went through, the change in habit, even the change in structure, since many sections of our constitution were altered.
There were a lot of changes, many different kinds of changes.
And, figuring out how to accept that, to keep growing and not stay in the same place.
Each woman had to answer that for herself. It's not always easy to go through, but you can get through it.
But in the community of nuns, because we support each other,
we're together, there's a communion among us, so it's easier.
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