I worked from 5 AM to 2 PM, had a Break
then went back until ,
or later at night.
I worked all my teenage years, with you, in the kitchen. In that time you abused ,me,
mentally, physically and verbally,
and you took delight in doing so.
There were three other girls working with me
and also a lady called Gladys
A little old lady and a great cook. I learned a lot from her. OH! How cruel you were to
her and me.
I asked one of the Nuns why you used to be cruel to me
and why no one came to help me,
when they heard me screaming.
She said that the Nuns were not allowed to interfere
with the other departments.
She also said that you had a bad temper.
My God! Why were you a a nun at all? I don't know. I heard that they had made you a Reverent
Mother. I always thought that to be a Reverent Mother, you had to be pure of heart, soul and mind?
Not only to God, but also to mankind.
Especially to children, whom God loved.
And that's ALL children.
I always thought that -l-had done something wrong
when you hit me with the hand broom.
You would just take me into your office and start to hit me. 1 did nothing wrong.
I would also see you hit Gladys,
you would just hit her across her face, and punch her. Why? She had done nothing to deserve it.
I was so scared of you and you knew it.
I was old enough to see that you meant everything you did to me.
You knew that I had nowhere to go,
so you mentally abused me with your hands and your tongue. Which was like fire. Such cruel
harsh words would flow out, as though they would never stop.
Please Jesus and Mary, help me now.
I can not handle what 1 have to say next.
I know we have to forgive those who do evil to us, but how can 1 forgive you for what you did to me.
I can not forgive and I want to.
It is so hard.
You had the strength of an ox.
I would hide under the table and
you would get the broom and start poking me with it. You did not care where you got me.
So in the end i would get on my hands and knees and try to protect my face and head from
your blows. You would not stop,
I would scream for someone to help me.
No matter what I did to try and make you like me, you seemed to hit me all the more
I thought that I was going mad and
that I would end up in Sunny side Hospital.
I had seven miscarriages
and the Doctor told me it was because of the heavy lifting I had done while working for you.
You tried to stop me from seeing my kind friend Mother Francis. That was one time when the
good worked for me.