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Thursday, October 31, 2024

Under His Wings


October 31, 1955

Diary Entry:

This morning at Mass, Father LeRoy read from the Gospel of Luke, chapter 13, verses 31 to 35. In the reading, Jesus speaks of His deep love for Jerusalem, longing to gather its people together as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, even though they had often rejected Him. Father said this showed how patient and tender Jesus is, always wanting to bring us close, even when we stray or turn away. He talked about how much love and protection is in those words—a mother bird covering her little ones with her wings, just as Jesus longs to cover and protect each of us.

It felt like Father was speaking directly to my heart. I could feel that same warmth when I got home and found Vreni's package waiting for me with antique holy cards. One card showed a group of birds perched peacefully on branches, surrounded by soft flowers, while the cold world lay quietly in the background. The words on the card read: "Der Herr Zebaoth wird Jerusalem beschirmen, wie die Vögel thun mit Flügeln"— “The Lord of Hosts will protect Jerusalem, like birds do with their wings” (Isaiah 31:5). It was as if Vreni somehow knew what I needed—a reminder that God’s love surrounds me, just as the Gospel and Father’s homily reminded us of Jesus’s desire to gather us under His protective wings.

As the day faded and the chill settled in even more, Sister kept the fire going to keep us all snug. I spent time with Mini, who nuzzled up to me after playing outside, her little body warm and comforting. My thoughts drifted to Vreni, feeling grateful for our friendship that reaches across the miles, like those birds sheltering each other in the cold. I said a little prayer for Sister, Mini, my brown hen, Shaggycoat the beaver, and Vreni, asking God to keep them all safe under His wings.

Evening Prayer:

"Dear Lord, thank You for this day and for reminding me of Your protection and love. Watch over Sister, Mini, Vreni, and all the animals You’ve blessed me with. Keep us safe and warm under Your sheltering wings. Amen."





Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Finding Warmth on the Path to the Narrow Door


October 30, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was one of those days that warns of winter’s icy fingers stretching closer. The cold wind howled outside, rattling the windows, and it was clear November was ready to settle in. Inside, though, we kept warm. I busied myself with chores around the house, but the best way to take my mind off the biting cold was by remembering Father’s homily from this morning. He read from the Gospel of Luke, and as he spoke, I could almost see the scene in my mind.

The reading told of Jesus traveling from town to town, teaching as He went. Someone asked Him, "Lord, will only a few people be saved?" And He answered with a story, saying to strive to enter through the narrow door, for many would try to enter but would not be strong enough. I could almost hear Jesus’ voice, gentle but firm, as He explained that once the master of the house locks the door, there would be no getting in for those who had not made the effort when they had the chance. Father said it wasn’t just a warning but a reminder to live every day with purpose, like each step leads toward that narrow door, where Jesus waits with open arms.

As I thought about it, I felt that tug to walk a little closer with Him, like each small choice matters, especially in the days ahead when the cold may make me want to huddle up and think only of my own comforts. There’s something about knowing Jesus is waiting that makes me feel braver, even on a blustery day like this.

After Mass, I made sure Brown Hen and all her roommates were cozy in the coop, with fresh straw on the floor and in their nests. The wind outside grew wilder as the day went on, and I knew soon I’d have to gather eggs twice a day to keep them from freezing. For now, though, the hens seemed content, fluffed up in their new bedding as if they sensed the chill and were glad for their shelter.

As evening crept in and the wind kept howling, I sat quietly with my prayers, thinking about the narrow door and asking for the strength to walk toward it each day.

Evening Prayer:

Lord, please keep me close to You on this journey, with each choice and each step. Shelter me and all of Your creatures from the cold that lies ahead, and let me find warmth in Your love. Give me courage to seek the narrow door with a trusting heart. Amen.
 


Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Vreni's Prayer Book

 
October 29, 1955

Dear Kathy,

I hope you and Mini are doing well! I am so happy we are now penpals. It’s wonderful to think of you, even now that you are back in America. I hope you took a little bit of Switzerland with you—and maybe also a little bit of me!

This letter, I wanted to tell you about my little prayer book, which is very dear to me. It isn’t just any book—it’s the one I use every day. The cover is decorated with beautiful Edelweiss flowers, a symbol of our Swiss mountains. I think you would love them; they are strong little flowers that survive high in the Alps, just like how we look to stay strong in our faith. The title reads, Andenken an die HI. Firmung, meaning “In Remembrance of Holy Confirmation.” I received it on my Confirmation day, and it has been precious to me ever since. There’s a tiny Mother of Pearl cross on the cover, and inside are prayers that help me feel closer to Jesus and Mary, especially in difficult moments. When I open it, I feel peace, as though Jesus and Our Lady are near. There’s even a little clasp to keep it closed, like a treasure chest for my prayers.

One prayer that I treasure in it is the “Act of Consecration to Our Lady of Perpetual Help.” It is a beautiful prayer we often say here. Mary, the Mother of Perpetual Help, is someone we turn to in all our troubles. We ask her to guide us, to hold our worries, and to be there, especially when we feel weakest. In this prayer, we also ask St. Alphonsus to help us stay close to Jesus and Mary. It feels as if we are giving Mary our hopes and troubles, knowing she will keep us safe and guide us.

I hope this prayer brings you comfort too, Kathy. Imagine her gentle protection, like a warm Mother’s embrace. And please remember, I am here for you too, even from far away!

Please write me again soon—I can’t wait to hear from you!

With much love,
Vreni



Monday, October 28, 2024

A Quiet Sanctuary


October 28, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today’s walk home from Church was beautiful. The air was crisp, and the leaves crunched under our feet as Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I made our way back along the familiar path. Sister was explaining today’s gospel reading from Luke, and I hung on every word as she told the story of how Jesus chose His apostles. She said that before making such an important choice, Jesus spent the night in prayer, seeking guidance from His Father. Sister told me it was a reminder that big decisions should come from a heart open to God, filled with prayer and trust. I imagined Jesus on that quiet hilltop, praying for each person He would call.

After lunch, I decided to take Mini for an afternoon visit to the cave. The woods were peaceful, and Mini bounded ahead, happily exploring every scent along the path. Just as we reached the entrance to the cave, we saw a familiar little friend—Shaggy Coat! He was perched near the water, and when he saw us, he gave a little wiggle and seemed to decide that we were safe company. Mini gave him a soft bark of greeting, and he stayed nearby, our quiet afternoon guest.

Inside the cave, I settled beside the grotto of Mary, letting the stillness wrap around me like a warm blanket. Mini lay down at my side, resting her head on her paws, while Shaggy Coat kept a watchful eye from the shadows. I pulled out All for Jesus and let myself get lost in its pages, grateful for this place and this peaceful afternoon.

As the light began to fade, we made our way back to Camp Littlemore. The sky turned a gentle dusk, with stars beginning to peek out above. It was a quiet, perfect end to the day.

Tonight, as I end this day, I’ll close with a prayer:

"O Holy Mother, may I always seek the quiet peace of Your Son, letting my heart be filled with love and trust. Thank You for the beauty of this day and the quiet gift of this sanctuary. Amen."



Sunday, October 27, 2024

Drifting off to Solothurn



October 27, 1955

Dear Diary,

Father LeRoy’s homily today stayed with me long after Mass. He spoke of Bartimaeus, the blind man who cried out to Jesus from the roadside, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” despite everyone telling him to be quiet. But Bartimaeus knew his heart’s deepest need, and he trusted Jesus to hear him. Father reminded us that, like Bartimaeus, we should never be afraid to call out in faith, believing that God sees and listens, even when the world doesn’t. It’s comforting to think that God hears each of us so closely.

Tonight, it’s cold and blustery outside. The wind is rattling the window, and it makes the warmth inside feel especially cozy. Sister Mary Claire and Mini are both asleep beside me, and my little  Swiss Radio is on low, playing Bishop Barron’s Sunday Sermon. It’s so nice to hear his voice again, and Sister and I even found Bishop Barron's Rosary Station that broadcasts also my little radio. We’ve started to pray along with it each evening.

Just before drifting off, Sister whispered to me about our walk in the woods at Solothurn. She said it was so beautiful—the soft, winding paths and the quiet trees. She was right; I can still picture it. There was something about that place that felt timeless, like the woods themselves had stories to tell. Remembering that peaceful walk makes me feel warm inside.

Mini is curled up between us, with her nose tucked under her paw, and Sister’s hand rests lightly on her Rosary. The candlelight flickers gently, casting soft shadows across the patchwork of blankets. Goodnight, dear Diary, and thank you for keeping these memories safe with me.








Friday, October 25, 2024

Letter to Vreni



October 26, 1955

Dear Vreni,

Thank you so much for sending me the prayer from your Confirmation prayer book, Total Dedication to the Virgin Mother of God. When I read it, I could feel its strength and beauty—it’s the most powerful prayer to Mary I’ve ever read. Each word feels full of devotion, and it makes me feel as though we’re praying together, even with all these miles between us. I’ve tucked it carefully into my own prayer book, and every time I pray it, I’ll think of you and our friendship.

Life here at Camp Littlemore has been both busy and comforting since I returned. Mini is still my faithful companion, and she’s made her little path in the yard from all our walks. Sister Mary Claire has been busy teaching catechism at St. Mary’s and helping Father LeRoy in his work. She’s so dedicated, and it’s lovely to see how much everyone appreciates her.

There’s something special I wanted to tell you—Judy sewed a little Swiss Cross onto my overalls, just for you! I plan to put them on whenever I sit down to write you a letter. It’s a little reminder of Switzerland that I’ll keep with me here. And Sister Mary Claire gave me a Swiss radio, which sometimes catches music from your side of the world! It’s a small piece of Switzerland right here with me.

My chores haven’t changed much—gathering eggs for the Breakfast Club and caring for the animals. Everything looks fresh and clean from a recent rain, and even the gravel road seems new. It’s the same routine, but everything feels a little different, as if I’m seeing it all with new eyes.

Please write soon and tell me all about what’s been happening with you since I left. I miss you dearly and can’t wait to hear from you.

With all my love,
Kathy

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A Warm Shelter in the Chilly Fall


October 25, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was one of those brisk fall mornings where the chill hangs in the air, and you feel it right through your shawl. Sister Mary Claire and I bundled up and walked to Church with Mini trotting along beside us. The golden leaves crunched under our feet, glowing against the pale autumn sky.

Father LeRoy’s homily was about paying attention to the signs around us, from today’s reading in Luke. He reminded us how we can often predict the weather but miss the “weather” inside ourselves. “We are so good at predicting what’s outside us,” he said, “but are we just as thoughtful when it comes to the changes within?” He asked us to think about how we could let God’s light, or even His cleansing rain, soften our hearts. I couldn’t help thinking of the cave, where I go to listen inwardly and feel sheltered from everything.

After Mass, I headed to the cave. It was warmer inside than outside—a little heaven-sent shelter against the autumn chill. Mini curled up beside me as I settled in with All for Jesus. My thoughts drifted to Zurich, to the day Vreni and I sat in the sun, looking out over the lake. I wondered if she’d felt the fall air there yet, if it was already cold along the water.

As my eyes started to close, I remembered a line from Frederick William Faber, which seemed to wrap around me like a prayer:

“Kindness has converted more sinners than zeal, eloquence, or learning.”

With thoughts of Zurich and the warmth of my cave, I drifted into sleep, feeling wrapped in love and sheltered under God’s gentle care.

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Thursday, October 24, 2024

Road to Heaven


October 23, 1955

This morning, Sister Mary Claire and I set off down the south road toward St. Mary’s. The trees along the road were full of color, their leaves glowing bright orange and red in the early light. A soft breeze rustled through the branches, carrying a few fallen leaves along the gravel road as we walked. Mini, as always, trotted happily beside us, her little bottom wiggling, since she doesn’t have a tail to wag. She seemed extra lively today, sniffing at every leaf and looking back to make sure we were close behind.

The south road feels different —it’s a little more open, with beautiful trees and a lovely view of St. Mary's off in the distance. I love how the sunlight hits the open spaces, making everything golden and bright. Sister Mary Claire and I didn’t talk much, just walked quietly together, enjoying the beauty around us. I said my usual prayer in my heart as we went: "O Mary of Grace and Mother of God, May I tread in the paths that the righteous have trod!"

When we arrived at St. Mary’s, Father LeRoy gave his homily based on the Gospel from Luke 12:49-53. He talked about the fire Jesus said He came to bring on the earth—not a fire of destruction, but one that purifies and lights the way. Father told us how following Christ sometimes means making hard choices that set us apart, even from our own families. He compared it to a road through a field—sometimes, we have to walk a different path from others, but the light of Christ will always guide us. I liked how he put it, and I thought about our walk down the south road. It’s not the usual path, but it’s still a beautiful way to go, just like the way of faith.

After Mass, something wonderful happened! When we got back to the big house, Tom called me into his office. He had a surprise—a postcard of Camp Littlemore! It was from a photo Sister Mary Claire had taken last week, showing the prayer wagon, the chicken coop, and Shaggycoat’s dam by the stream. It looked so peaceful and perfect, just like it feels when I’m there. Tom said he thought it would be a great way to share our little piece of the world with visitors. I couldn’t believe it! Seeing Camp Littlemore as a postcard felt like something special.

Back home in the prayer wagon, I spent some time with Mini, who was already sleepy from the long day. I said my evening prayers, thanking God for the beauty of the day and all the blessings He’s given me:

"Dear Lord, thank You for this day and for the fire of faith that lights my way. Please bless Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and all my loved ones. Keep Shaggycoat and my dear brown hen safe, and watch over Vreni, even though she’s far away. Guide us always with Your light. Amen."

With that, I closed my eyes, and the peace of the day lingered in my heart as I drifted off to sleep.
 

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Wednesday, October 23, 2024

"Faith in the Small Things and Thoughts Across Time"



Dear Diary,

This morning started just right, with a brisk walk to Holy Mass at St. Mary’s. The fields are nearly empty now, except for the shocks of corn standing like little golden tepees across the land. It feels strange seeing the fields so bare, but there’s something comforting about how everything’s wrapped up, ready for winter. Mini, of course, was her usual playful self, running ahead to investigate the corn shocks as if she was on some grand adventure.

During Mass, the gospel reading from Luke 12:39-48 stuck with me. On the walk home, I asked Sister Mary Claire to explain it, and she talked about how Jesus was teaching us to always be prepared. He said we don’t know when the Lord will come, so we should live faithfully every day, even in the small things. I hadn’t really thought about it like that before, but it made sense. Sister Mary Claire reminded me that the work we do on the farm, even gathering eggs and feeding the chickens, is a way of being responsible for what we’ve been given—like how Jesus said, "To whom much is given, much will be required."

The thought stayed with me through the day. After we got home, I spent time finishing up my chores, making sure everything was in its place for the evening. The autumn air is getting cooler, and the farm feels so quiet, but it’s a peaceful quiet. Mini was busy as ever, chasing leaves and finding little things to inspect around the yard.

As I sit here tonight, I can’t help but think of Vreni in Zurich. It’s funny to realize that, with the time difference, she’s probably fast asleep by now, maybe even getting ready to wake up for another day. While I’m ending my day here, hers will be just beginning soon. I hope she has a good day and remembers to say her morning prayers.

Evening Prayer:

"Dear Lord, thank you for the peaceful day and the chance to be back home, doing the small things that matter. Help me to always be faithful in the responsibilities You’ve given me. Please bless Sister Mary Claire and Mini, and keep us all close to You. And watch over Vreni as she sleeps in Zurich. When she wakes up to a new day, let it be filled with Your grace and happiness. Amen."

Until tomorrow, Kathy



Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Faith, Friendship, and Farm Life"

 

Dear Diary,

I’ve been home for a few days now, and it still feels wonderful to be back. The soft Iowa breeze, the familiar rustle of the trees, and the sight of the cows grazing peacefully in the pasture remind me just how much I missed this simple, beautiful life. My little routines here on the farm have fallen back into place, and it feels good to see everything running smoothly again. I’ll be catching up with Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max soon to hear how the Breakfast Club has been while I was away. It’s funny to think that just a short time ago, I was wandering the streets of Zurich with Mini, and now I’m back to the peaceful rhythms of Camp Littlemore.

Mini seems just as happy to be home. She’s already back to work, making sure all the cows come home in the evening. Tonight, she was so proud of herself, trotting around the fields and herding them with her little legs working hard. She stood by the gate, watching as the last cow wandered into the barnyard, her tail wagging with excitement. I think she missed her role as chief farm helper.

This morning at daily Mass, Father LeRoy gave a beautiful homily based on Luke 12:35-38. The Gospel reminded us to be watchful and ready, like servants waiting for their master to return from a wedding banquet. Father LeRoy spoke about keeping our hearts open and being prepared to welcome the Lord at any time. It made me think about Switzerland and how each day there felt like an opportunity to grow closer to God. Now that I’m home, I want to carry that same readiness into my life here, tending to my work and prayers with purpose and joy.

I need to write to Vreni soon—probably tomorrow. I miss her already, and I can’t wait to tell her all about being back, about Mini’s excitement with the cows, and how the farm is as busy as ever.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Lord,
Thank You for the blessings of being home and for the peace that fills my heart here. I’m grateful for the simple joys You’ve given me—our cows, the little routines on the farm, and the love of my faithful dog, Mini.

Bless Father LeRoy for his words today, and help me stay watchful and ready, living in a way that pleases You. Please watch over Vreni and all my friends, near and far. I ask that You guide Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max in their work at the Breakfast Club. May they be surrounded by Your grace.

As always, I trust in You, Lord. May I live every day with a heart open to Your call. Amen.

Good night, dear Diary.

Love, Kathy



Monday, October 21, 2024

Treasures of The Heart


Dear Diary,

This Monday has been a peaceful one, though my thoughts have been busy ever since Father Leroy’s homily this morning. He preached on the gospel from St. Luke, chapter 12, about the rich man who stored up all his treasures for himself, thinking he would be secure and happy. But God called him a fool, for that very night, his life would be taken from him. Father Leroy reminded us that we should not store up treasures on earth where they can be taken away, but instead focus on the treasures that will last forever—faith, love, and our trust in God. He said how foolish we become when we live as though we have all the time in the world, putting off the things that matter most. It made me think, even at my age, how much I hold on to things that won’t last. It’s not easy to see that sometimes, but I prayed for wisdom to understand it more.

As I sit here writing, I’m thinking of Vreni. It’s strange how time works, knowing she’s already fast asleep, maybe dreaming, while it’s still Monday for me. I wonder if she’s thought about me today, the same way I’ve thought about her. I can’t wait to send her my first letter, but I’ll have to wait for tomorrow to do that. The thought of using those lovely airmail envelopes makes me smile.

Mini is already sound asleep on her side, her little paws twitching like she’s chasing something in her dreams. And Sister Mary Claire—well, she fell into slumberland ages ago, long before I even thought about turning out the light.

Before I say goodnight, here’s my little prayer for the day:

O Lord,
Thank You for the blessings of today,
for the love and joy that fill my life,
and for the gentle reminders of Your truth.
Help me store up treasures in heaven,
where neither moth nor rust can destroy.
Grant me the wisdom to see what truly matters
and the grace to live each day for You.
Keep Vreni safe as she rests,
and watch over all my loved ones as they sleep.
Amen.

Goodnight, dear diary.

With love,
Kathy



Saturday, October 19, 2024

Vreni's Prayer Book

Diary Entry,

This morning, I woke up feeling more rested than I have since coming back from Zurich. Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and I bundled up and walked to St. Mary's. The air was crisp, and the blustery wind sent leaves swirling around us. It looks like most of the corn has already been picked, leaving behind those neat rows of stubble in the fields. The walk was brisk but refreshing, and I felt thankful that the jet lag was finally wearing off.

When we arrived at church, it was such a warm feeling to see everyone again. The familiar faces of our little parish greeted us with smiles and kind words. Even Father LeRoy made a point to welcome us back before Mass. It felt like slipping into a cozy blanket, the way everyone made us feel right at home after our long trip away.

Father's homily today was based on the Gospel reading from Mark 10:35-45. As he read the words, I couldn’t help but think that Vreni, all the way over in Zurich, would be hearing the same Gospel today. It made me feel so connected to her, like we were sitting together, even though we are thousands of miles apart.

Father LeRoy spoke with such tenderness today. He explained how the disciples, James and John, came to Jesus with their request to sit beside Him in His glory. I was struck by how Jesus didn’t scold them for asking but instead used the moment to teach them, and all of us, a deeper lesson. Father said that it’s so easy for us to want honor, recognition, and comfort in this life, but Jesus turns our human desires upside down. The true path to greatness isn’t in power or prestige, but in service to others, just as Jesus served.

His words hit me especially hard today, having just returned from Zurich and thinking of how much Sister Mary Claire serves everyone around her with so much love. Father LeRoy reminded us that, just like Jesus, we’re called to give of ourselves for others, even when it’s hard. He shared how the "cup" Jesus speaks of in the Gospel is one of sacrifice and that to follow Him means embracing that life of service, however humble it may seem. It’s not for glory in this world, but for something far greater.

I felt a small pang in my heart as I thought about Vreni hearing this same message in far-away Zurich, perhaps sitting in the same pew where we once shared quiet prayers together. I wonder if she felt the same stirring in her soul as I did today. We are both learning, in our own ways, what it means to truly serve.

As Father spoke, the wind howled against the church windows, and I was reminded how quickly time is passing. The seasons are changing, and before long, we’ll be deep into the winter months. But today, walking back home with Sister Mary Claire and Mini by my side, I felt so blessed to be surrounded by love and a community that welcomes us back so warmly. I’ll have to write to Vreni soon and tell her all about today.

After a quiet evening of reflection, Sister Mary Claire surprised me with a little Swiss radio, a gift she must have been saving for just the right moment. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect time to receive it. We curled up together and listened to Bishop Barron’s Sunday homily. His voice, so calm and comforting, filled the prayer wagon as we drifted off to sleep. It was the perfect way to end this beautiful, blustery day.




 


 

Peace in My Heart


Saturday, October 19

Dear Diary,

We finally made it back to Camp Littlemore, and I'm so tired. The long trip home from Zurich has left us all exhausted—Sister Mary Claire, Mini, and me. Mini didn’t even protest when I told her it was time to rest. My feet are still a bit sore from all the walking, and my mind is spinning with everything I need to do. I can’t wait to get some air mail envelopes and stamps so I can send my first letter to Vreni. It feels so strange to be so far away from her. I can just picture my letter flying across the Atlantic Ocean, bringing my words to her.

Before we got too settled, Sister explained today’s Gospel to me. She told me how Jesus sent out seventy-two disciples to spread the word of God, giving them a big task but not much to bring along—no money, no extra sandals, just faith in their mission. She explained how they were to go into people’s homes and offer peace, and if they found someone welcoming, their peace would stay. If not, they were to move on. They had to trust in God’s protection and guidance, and they were to cure the sick and proclaim that the Kingdom of God was near.

I think Sister was trying to show me how important it is to trust in God, even when we’re far from home or feel unprepared, like the disciples. It made me think about my friendship with Vreni—how, even though we’re separated by so many miles, our friendship can be like that peace Jesus spoke of, staying with us even when we’re apart.

I pray that God blesses Vreni and keeps her close to Him. And I ask for peace to stay in my heart as I settle back into life at Camp Littlemore.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Lord,
Thank you for this day and for bringing us home safely. Bless Vreni and all my friends near and far. Help me trust in Your plan like the disciples did. Keep peace in our hearts, and may we always spread Your love. Amen.

Goodnight, Diary.



Wednesday, October 16, 2024

Saying Goodbye

Dear Diary,

This morning, Vreni and I attended Holy Mass together while Sister Mary Claire spent her last day teaching at the monastery. The Mass was beautiful, and as I sat in the pew beside Vreni, I felt both the comfort of the familiar prayers and the ache of knowing it was one of our last moments together in Zurich.

After Mass, Vreni and I found a quiet corner in the churchyard to talk about the Gospel reading. It was from Luke, and it spoke about the warnings Jesus gave to the scribes and Pharisees, how they built memorials for the prophets their ancestors had killed and still bore the guilt of those actions. Vreni explained it in a way that made me think deeply. She said that it’s a reminder not to cover up past wrongs, but to make amends and live with truth. I’ve never thought of it quite that way before, and her words brought a kind of peace to my heart, as if God was telling me to always choose the path of honesty and grace.

Afterward, we walked slowly back toward the apartment, both of us knowing we wouldn’t have many more walks like this together. Before we parted ways, we exchanged addresses and made a special vow to be the best pen pals ever. I promised to send her updates about Mini and our farm life, and she said she’d write to me about her adventures in Zurich. The thought of keeping in touch through letters made the goodbye a little easier to bear, knowing that our friendship would continue even across the miles.

Mini, sensing my mixed emotions, stayed close by all day, her quiet companionship a comfort as always.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Lord,
Thank You for the gift of this day,
For the beauty of Mass shared with a dear friend,
And the words of Your Gospel that stir my heart.
Though goodbyes are hard,
I trust in Your plan to bring us together again,
Whether through letters or perhaps in Your time.
Please bless Vreni and keep her close to Your heart.
Let our friendship grow, even from afar.
Grant me the grace to face tomorrow,
As we leave this place behind.
Guide our steps home,
And keep us always in Your loving care.
Amen.



Vreni - (True Faith)

October 16, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, Mini and I took our usual walk down the quiet street, with the cool air and the sound of the birds waking up the day. As we were wandering, something unexpected happened—Mini suddenly took off ahead of me, her little legs moving so fast! I wasn’t sure what she was so excited about, but then I saw her run up to a girl standing by the water. Mini greeted her with such enthusiasm, wagging her bottom and bouncing around, as if she had known her forever.

That’s when I met Vreni.

Right away, I knew she was a good person. It was like Mini sensed her kindness before I even got close. Animals seem to know these things—they can feel the goodness in someone’s heart. Vreni smiled and knelt down to pet Mini, and we started talking. It felt easy, like we’d been friends all along. We ended up chatting about so much, but we spent the most time on today’s Gospel reading from Galatians. Vreni said the fruits of the Spirit—like peace, patience, and kindness—are things she tries to live by every day. I realized I do too, especially when Sister Mary Claire reads them to me in the mornings.

Mini, always happy to make new friends, stuck by us the whole time. I could tell she approved of Vreni being part of our little circle.

As the day comes to an end, I’m feeling thankful for the peace the Spirit gave me today. To close, here’s a little prayer-poem I wrote:

Evening Prayer

The day is done, the night is near,
With peace and joy, no place for fear.
The Spirit guides each step I take,
And in His love, my heart won’t break.

For every friend He sends my way,
I bow my head and softly pray.
May kindness bloom and love be strong,
And in His light, we all belong.

Amen.

Good night dear diary,
Kathy



Monday, October 14, 2024

More Muesli Please


 
October 15, 1955
 
Dear Diary,

This morning started off with the usual quiet, as Sister Mary Claire had already left for the monastery. But she never forgets about me, leaving a delicious bowl of muesli with monastery honey and whole milk to start my day. It was such a lovely way to begin, especially knowing it was made with care.

During her visit, Sister managed to get the muesli recipe from the monastery's chef, knowing how much I adored it. I carefully wrote it down after this entry—it feels like a little piece of the monastery I can take home with me. I’m sure it will become a favorite back in Des Moines.

Mini and I went out for a morning walk through the neighborhood, and I was still glowing from my conversation with the Swiss girl I met yesterday. She had told me that I could bring Mini to Mass, and I still feel so excited about that. I imagine how proud Mini will look trotting beside me into church.

Today’s Gospel reading was from Luke 11:37-41. Later in the day, I asked Sister Mary Claire about it, and she explained it in such a gentle way. She said the Pharisee was concerned with outward appearances—like the washing of hands or dishes—without understanding that what matters most to God is the heart. It’s not just about looking clean and pure on the outside, but being good, generous, and kind on the inside. Sister smiled and said, “The Lord wants us to focus on what’s within and give freely to others, because when our hearts are pure, we become clean from the inside out.”

Her words stayed with me the rest of the day. I reflected on how easy it is to worry about small, unimportant things, when really, what matters most is our love and kindness toward others.

As the day draws to a close, I find myself looking forward to tomorrow, but also feeling that bittersweet twinge, knowing our time here is coming to an end. Des Moines feels both so far away and so close.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Lord, thank You for today’s moments of peace, for the lessons in the Gospel, and for Sister Mary Claire’s gentle guidance. Help me to always be kind and generous, to keep my heart clean for You. Amen.

Goodnight,
Kathy

Muesli Recipe (from the Monastery)

1 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup whole milk (or cream for extra richness)
2 tablespoons monastery honey (or any local honey)
1/4 cup dried fruit (such as raisins, apricots, or figs)
1/4 cup fresh fruit (such as grated apple or berries)
1/4 cup chopped nuts (almonds, walnuts, or hazelnuts)
1 tablespoon seeds (optional - sunflower seeds or chia seeds)
A pinch of cinnamon (for a little extra warmth)

Instructions:

The night before, mix the oats with milk and honey in a bowl. Let it sit in the fridge overnight to soften.
In the morning, stir in the dried fruit, fresh fruit, nuts, and seeds. Sprinkle with a pinch of cinnamon if desired.
Enjoy the muesli with a bit more milk or cream if you like it creamier.

This recipe feels like a piece of the monastery here with me. It reminds me of the quiet, peaceful mornings and the care Sister Mary Claire always shows. I can’t wait to make it again once we’re back in Des Moines!



Monday Morning


October 14, 1955

Dear Diary,

Another chilly start to the day! I had to bundle up again just to let Mini out into the backyard. She seemed to enjoy the fresh air, but I felt the crispness all the way through my wool sweater. Sister Mary Claire had already left by the time I woke up, taking the 5 AM train to the Monastery for her teaching assignment. She says it takes an hour and fifteen minutes to get there, and the trains are so punctual that everything here feels like it runs down to the minute. I don’t mean to be so "scheduley," but the trams and trains here in Zurich make you keep track of time so precisely!

Today's Gospel reading was from Luke 11:29-32, where Jesus told the crowd that this generation seeks a sign, but no sign will be given except the sign of Jonah. Sister explained it to me in a story-like way when she came home this evening. She said Jonah was a prophet sent to warn the people of Nineveh to repent, and they listened to him. Jesus was saying that He is greater than Jonah, and just as the Ninevites repented at Jonah’s preaching, we should be willing to change our ways because of the presence of Jesus in our lives. Sister also reminded me that the wisdom of Solomon, although great, is far less than the wisdom of Christ.

Evening Prayer:

Dear Jesus, thank You for today’s blessings. I’m grateful for the warmth of my home, Mini’s company, and the words of the Gospel that remind me of Your love and wisdom. I pray for Sister Mary Claire and her work at the Monastery. Please guide her and protect her in her travels. Keep me close to You, and help me, like the Ninevites, to always listen to Your call. Amen.

Goodnight dear diary,
Kathy




Saturday, October 12, 2024

Sunday Sermon

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October 13, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was one of those Sundays where the world outside seemed to slow down with the gentle fall of rain. Mini sat close by, her head resting on my leg as we watched the drops trace paths down the window. We spent the afternoon listening to Bishop Barron’s sermon, his voice traveling through the rain from far away, yet feeling as though he was speaking directly to us.

He spoke about a question from the book of Wisdom that really made me think: If you could ask God for anything, what would it be? It’s such a big question, and while so many things might come to mind, Bishop Barron reminded us that the wisdom figure in the Bible asked for something deeper—understanding, the gift of wisdom. It really struck me that, more than riches or success, what matters most is the insight to see the world as God sees it, to understand His will for us. It left me reflecting on what I would ask for and made me grateful for these quiet moments of clarity.

As the rain continued, it felt as if God's presence was in the stillness, as though He was inviting us to seek wisdom in the everyday, even on a rainy Sunday like this. There’s a lot of comfort in knowing that in these moments of peace, we’re being drawn closer to His heart.

Prayer:

O Lord, in your quiet ways, let me see,
The wisdom and light you’ve given me.
In peace and in stillness, help me find,
The truth of your love and guide my mind.
Amen.

With love, Kathy

























Friday, October 11, 2024

Trip to the Coop


October 12, 1955

Dear Diary,

This Saturday was beautiful, and we started the day with morning Mass at the English-speaking Mission just down the street. Mini stayed home, content as ever, while Sister Mary Claire and I enjoyed the peaceful walk to church. It’s always nice knowing Mini is cozy at home while we’re out.

After Mass, Sister Mary Claire explained the Gospel reading to me. It was from Luke 11:27-28, where a woman praises Mary, but Jesus responds by saying, “Rather, blessed are those who hear the word of God and observe it.” Sister told me that Jesus wasn’t dismissing the woman’s praise of His mother, but He wanted everyone to understand that the true blessing comes from hearing and living God’s word. Sister Mary Claire's explanation made me realize that it’s not just about who we are, but how we respond to God’s call in our everyday lives.

On our way back, we stopped by the Coop Grocery to pick up some dark German bread and tuna fish. Sister has been keeping an eye on my health, and I’m grateful for her care. We had a quiet and easy day after that, and I spent some time reading from my All for Jesus book.

The highlight of the day was when Sister Mary Claire took an amazing photo. Outside the store, there was a bicycle with a basket, and inside the basket was a little sign that read "All for Jesus," just like my book! It felt like a sign, as if we weren’t the only ones who love this message. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling like God’s love was shining through in the most unexpected ways.

O Mary, Mother of Jesus,
Guide me in Your ways, so gracious.
Help me be kind and pure today,
Living with love, I humbly pray.

Until tomorrow,
Kathy

 


Thursday, October 10, 2024

The Train Ride



October 11, 1955

Dear Diary,
 

We started the day early today, meeting at the train station at 6 AM. It was still dark, but there was a peaceful quiet in the air. Sister Mary Claire led the way, and all twelve nuns who had joined us for this special day were there, too. Mini was eager as always, wagging her little bottom in excitement, and I could feel a bit of that same anticipation myself. We were heading to Kloster Einsiedeln for the lesson Sister had prepared.

The train ride was so much fun! I think there’s something about being in a train car with so many joyful nuns that makes everything feel light and happy. They shared Swiss pastries, boiled eggs, coffee and milk, laughing and telling stories, while the mountains rolled by outside the window. Even Mini got some extra pats and love from the sisters. And I believe one of the sisters slipped Mini an egg yolk.

When we arrived at the monastery, it was breathtaking. The large domes and intricate stone carvings of Kloster Einsiedeln made it feel like we had stepped into another world. Sister Mary Claire’s lesson was from the Gospel of Luke 11:15-26. She spoke about unity and the importance of keeping our hearts strong and guarded in faith. The nuns and a few monks listened carefully, and I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of peace and purpose as she shared her wisdom.

Afterward, we spent a little time exploring the monastery grounds, walking through the courtyards, and admiring the beautiful architecture. The day ended with another joyful train ride back to Zurich, filled with more laughter, Swiss chocolate, and a bit of quiet reflection on the wonderful lesson and the day we had shared together.

Here’s a little prayer to end the day:

Dear Lord,

As we journey together in faith, may our hearts remain strong and united.
Help us guard against division and keep our spirits filled with love and joy,
So that we may walk the path You have laid before us, together and in peace. Amen.


It was such a beautiful and memorable day.

Love,
Kathy



Come Holy Spirit

 
October 10. 1955

Dear Diary,


I’m feeling much better today, still kind of weak, but nothing like before. Yesterday, Sister brought me some bouillon and bread from a Swiss baker. That’s what I had, and it made me feel a little stronger. This morning, after Sister read the Gospel, she sat beside me and told me a story to help me understand it better.

She told me about a little boy in town who once asked his mother for something. He didn’t get it right away, so he kept asking until she finally gave him what he wanted. She explained that sometimes, when we pray, we need to be like that little boy—persistent. God always listens, but He also wants us to trust in Him and keep asking, seeking, and knocking. Sister said it’s not just about getting what we ask for but about learning to have faith and trust in God’s timing.

The day stayed cool, with the sky cloudy as usual, and I think it’s going to rain again. Mini and I wandered around the backyard for a while. I think we’ve worn almost a little path from all our walks, haha.

Here’s my prayer for today:

O Holy Ghost, come, dwell in me,
Like gentle winds upon the sea.
Fill each day with light anew,
And guide me always close to You.

Come every day, come never late,
Your loving presence I await.
In every hour, in all I see,
O Holy Ghost, abide with me.


Amen.

Love, Kathy



Wednesday, October 9, 2024

A Tough Day


October 9, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was a tough one. I wasn’t feeling well, and Sister Mary Claire thought it might be a touch of food poisoning. She was right by my side, as always, and made sure everything was within reach before taking Mini out for a walk. Even though I felt unwell, her kindness made me feel taken care of. I watched them from the window as they walked along, Mini trotting happily beside her.

In today’s Gospel, Jesus teaches us how to pray. It reminded me of how simple yet powerful prayer can be. I thought about the disciples asking Jesus, “Lord, teach us to pray.” I’ve felt like that too, unsure at times how to pray or what to say. But Jesus gave them words, just as Sister Mary Claire always has words of comfort for me.

"When you pray, say: Father, hallowed be your name, your Kingdom come.” Today, I prayed these words quietly to myself, asking for strength and grace. I realized that, even when we feel weak, we are never alone. I think that’s what Jesus wanted us to understand in this Gospel.

Sister Mary Claire reminded me of something very important as she tucked me in: “Stand straight and tall if you want to be a soldier in Christ’s army.” I closed my eyes and pictured myself, standing strong, ready to fight the good fight, even when I feel weak. In His army, every prayer counts, and every struggle has meaning.

Prayer: Lord, today has been a difficult day, but I trust in Your strength and love. Help me to stand straight and tall, even when I feel weak, as a soldier in Your army. Let my prayers be like little battles won for Your Kingdom. Amen.

And now, I'll rest.

Love, Kathy



Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Happiness - Part 2


October 8, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today began beautifully with the Gospel reading about Martha and Mary from Luke. Sister Mary Claire read it to me before heading out to teach her class. In the passage, Martha is anxious with all the tasks, while Mary sits at Jesus’ feet, choosing the better part—His presence. Jesus tells Martha, "You are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her." This story always reminds me of how easy it is to get caught up in daily tasks and worries, but what matters most is being present with Jesus, just as Mary was.

Before she left for her class, Sister Mary Claire shared her lesson plan with me. She’s teaching the young sisters in training today about happiness again. She said her focus would be on how true happiness comes from a heart aligned with God’s will, not from material things or busy work. She loves quoting Fr. Frederick William Faber, especially this line from All for Jesus: "There is no happiness but in the will of God." She wants the young sisters to understand that no matter how full their days are with tasks, they should always find time to sit at the feet of Jesus, like Mary did in the Gospel.

Sister Mary Claire came home early today, and we decided to take Mini for another long walk to the lake. It’s become a favorite routine for us. Mini had so much fun, darting here and there with all the new smells and sights. On the way back, we passed by a giant oak tree, and I couldn’t resist picking up some acorns. I’m hoping to take them back home and plant them at Tom’s cabin at Lake Okoboji. I think it would be lovely to have something grow there that reminds me of this time.

As the day winds down, I’ve been reflecting on Sister’s lesson. I can sometimes be a “Martha” myself, getting caught up in all the little details and forgetting the importance of simply being with Jesus. Today’s Gospel, and Sister’s lesson, reminded me once again to choose the better part.

Here is a little prayer I wrote to end my day:

A Prayer for Peaceful Presence

O Lord, my guide, my source of peace,
Help my worries and tasks to cease.
Like Mary, may I sit and stay,
At Your feet, each and every day.

In Your presence, may I find,
A heart that’s still, a peaceful mind.
The world may pull, with duties call,
But in Your love, I find it all. Amen.


Goodnight, dear Diary.

With love,
Kathy
 


Monday, October 7, 2024

Happiness

 
October 7, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today, Sister Mary Claire led a class on happiness, which she titled "The Samaritan’s Gift of Happiness" after reading aloud from the Gospel of Luke 10:25-37. She said that true happiness often lies in the small, unexpected acts of kindness, just like the Samaritan who chose compassion over convenience. The story of the Good Samaritan echoed throughout the lesson, reminding us that happiness blooms in the heart when we love our neighbor.

She also shared a quote from Frederick William Faber: "There are souls in the world who have the gift of finding joy everywhere and leaving it behind them when they go." Sister explained that those who, like the Samaritan, are able to spread joy through their actions, create ripples of happiness that touch others deeply. The simplicity of caring for someone, no matter who they are, is where joy often hides. Sister Mary Claire said that happiness is not just about receiving, but giving with a heart that asks for nothing in return.

Mini and I stayed behind at the apartment, enjoying a quieter day. We took a long walk around the neighborhood. Mini was her usual energetic self, exploring everything, and I couldn’t help but smile at her delight in the world. There’s a particular peace in these simple moments, where life feels a little slower, the breeze a little gentler, and the company just right.

Tonight, as I reflect on the day, my heart feels full. I’ll end with an evening prayer in the form of a poem:

"Dear Lord, may my hands be gentle,
To lift the weary soul,
May my heart be ever mindful,
That compassion makes us whole.
Let my love, like silent waters,
Flow to all who need its grace,
And may my steps be ever guided,
In the light of your embrace."

With love and peace,
Kathy