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Ann Free Spirit | Synopsis | Mother Francis of Rome | Rev. Fr. Thomas Doyle | We Stand By You Rev. Fr. Doyle | A Letter of Hope | A Little Help Fom a Friend | From a Friend | A Priest Doing God's Work | Innocents was Taken | Mr. Savano | Pope John Paul II | Pope John Paul II | Nun Suddened by the Truth | Shield accused nun | Abuse by nun's hands, not God's | Together we Stand | Priest Abusing Nuns | Next to Godliness.. | First Stirke Out | The New Cardinals | Catholic News Site | The Testament Site | Reaching: Out to Stuart & Paul | A Little Child Stands in Line | A Lonly Little Child | Nobody's Child | Rosary Beads in The Hall | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When I Hear These Things | One More Nights Sleep | If Only | Humpty Dumpty | I Love You | Don't Let Go Until Tomorrow | My Dearest Lover | The Lonely Rose | How Did I Survive???? | Children Need Love | A Friend is What I Want to Find | I Give You My Hand In Friendship | When the Night Comes | Who Am I??? | There Are So Many Tears | Maria, What I see in You | Re-abuse | You Were Always Here With me | Fear Within 2003 | Elvis!!! | My Life Was Stolen From Me | God Is My Witness | I want My Freedom From My Torment & Pain | Give Me my Time to Heal. | Nuclear War | When the nuns had their fates | How do They Live With Themseleves? | Re-abuse 2002 | We Want Our Faith Back | Spiritual Abuse | My Faith was Strong | Trust was Broken | I Cry Each Day | Bless me Father | Hear our Cries | The nuns Picked on the same children | Apologize to us | Like Saints and Martyrs | Half Truths | Tell The World the Truth | No More Lies | Nun wrongly claimed dead | Hurt so Bad | Acknowledgment & Justice | Innocent Unwanted Children of Nazareth House | My Family | Our Wedding Day 1965 | My Son Robert 1 | My Son Robert II | My Daughter Joanne | My Daughter Rachel | My Daughter Bridget | My Four Grand Children | My Mother's Family | Mother I | Mother I

Sister Simeon

Sister Simeon


I worked from 5 AM to 2 PM, had a Break

then went back until 7 PM, 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.