It was a rare opportunity to see the old dorm-style convent at the hospital before everything is to be torn down and renovated into offices. The nuns who lived there over the course of six decades are aging and have been transferred to a place of care. Some of them taught at a local Catholic high school, but most worked in the hospital.
It felt barren, void of the smiles and labors of those who gave their lives to service. The huge porcelain farm sink that was once used for washing their habits sat dry and perfectly polished white, and the Singer sewing machine that sewed those habits sat quietly. Such memories those walls hold!
Sister Margaret and her assistants more than pleased to show me around.