Ready for Weather

November 8, 1955

Dear Diary,

The radio kept repeating warnings about the early winter storm heading our way, telling everyone to stay indoors if possible. Sister Mary Claire and I made sure to prepare everything, setting out extra feed and checking that we had all we needed for the next couple of days. Our parkas are hanging on the coat hook, ready for whenever we’ll need to brave the cold.

The sky turned darker by the hour, and I kept thinking about my little brown hen out in the coop. I couldn’t bear the thought of her facing the storm alone, so I bundled her into a crate and brought her in, where she’s cozy and safe now, clucking softly.

We’re well stocked and tucked in, ready for whatever Mother Nature sends our way. Caleb's homemade strawberry jam that he gave us yesterday is safe in the cupboard, and the heavy cream we had delivered from Kolona dairy is chilling in the fridge. I’m already imagining a warm breakfast tomorrow, maybe Hayden’s pancakes with that jam and cream.

Tonight, Sister Mary Claire read me the Gospel from Luke, about the rich man’s steward who was caught mismanaging his master’s property. It was a bit hard to understand why the steward was praised for his actions, so Sister helped explain it to me. She said that even though the steward was dishonest, he acted with cleverness and foresight to prepare for his future. Jesus wasn’t saying that dishonesty was good, but rather encouraging us to be wise and to use our talents and resources well, especially in serving God and others. Sister said it’s a reminder to live thoughtfully, taking care of the gifts we’re given and keeping our hearts focused on Heaven, like a good steward.

With those words, I said Vreni’s prayer to Our Lady, asking her to guide us all safely through the night. “O Mary, Queen of Heaven, wrap us in your mantle tonight. Guide our dreams and bring us closer to the heart of your Son.”

Amen.

With love,

Kathy

 

The Lost Sheep and Sweet Pancakes

Dear Diary,

Today’s Gospel reading was from Luke 15:1-10, and it was such a beautiful message. Jesus spoke about the lost sheep and the lost coin, and how much joy there is in heaven when a sinner repents. Father LeRoy reminded us that God’s love is so great that He will always seek us out, even if we feel lost or unworthy. He said that just like the shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine to find the one, or the woman who searches carefully for her lost coin, God is always looking out for us, ready to rejoice when we return to Him. Father spoke about how we are each precious in God’s eyes, and that every soul, even one, is worth rejoicing over. It made me feel warm inside, like God would always care for me no matter what.

Mini, though, wasn’t very focused! She fell asleep under the pew and started snoring, which made me a little embarrassed, especially when a few people nearby chuckled. But she was so peaceful, and maybe she felt safe and happy at Mass, just like we do.

The day turned out to be mild and sunny, so Sister Mary Claire and I took a case of eggs to the Breakfast Club. It was lovely to see Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max all together. The cousins were cheerful as usual, and they made us pancakes with soft, easy-over brown eggs—so delicious. Sister had hers with butter and pure maple syrup, and I had mine with strawberry jam and cream on top. It was such a treat!

Here’s the pancake recipe they used, just like Hayden told me:

Fluffy Breakfast Pancakes

Ingredients:1 cup flour
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup buttermilk
1/4 cup milk
1 egg
2 tablespoons melted butter

Instructions:In a bowl, mix the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
In a separate bowl, whisk together the buttermilk, milk, egg, and melted butter.
Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and stir until just combined.
Heat a griddle or pan over medium heat and lightly grease it with butter.
Pour about 1/4 cup of batter onto the griddle for each pancake. Cook until bubbles form on the surface, then flip and cook the other side until golden.
Serve with butter and pure maple syrup or strawberry jam and cream, just like we did! So, so good!

Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, thank you for seeking me out like the lost sheep and always keeping me close to Your heart. Help me to always remember that I am precious to You, even when I feel small. Thank you for today’s sunshine and the time spent with Sister and our friends. Bless Mini, even with her little snores, and let her feel safe and loved. Bless Father LeRoy, Hayden, Caleb, Sasha, and Max, and everyone who gathered today in Your name. Please keep my family and friends in Your care tonight. Amen.

 

Beams of Faith

 
November 6, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today’s Gospel really made me think. Sister Mary Claire explained it in such a way that the lesson felt close to my own life, even if the words at first seemed a little hard. She talked about a barn raising and what it takes to finish a project once you’ve started it.

She said, “Imagine if we all came together to build a barn, and partway through, we ran out of the beams we needed for the roof. We’d be standing there, looking up at our work half-finished, with the wind whistling through the gaps.” She said everyone in town would shake their heads and maybe even laugh, thinking, “How could they start a barn raising without enough materials?”

In the Gospel, Jesus says something like that. If we want to follow Him, we need to be ready to give our whole selves—not just parts or pieces. It’s like making sure we have all the beams and materials to finish what we’ve set out to build. Sister said Jesus asks us to carry our own crosses, no matter how heavy or strange they seem, and to love Him above everything else—even the things we care most about. It means we need to have the strength to keep building, even when the work is hard or when we feel like we might not have enough.

As I sat thinking about it, Mini was right there by my feet, resting her chin on my shoe, as if she was listening to every word. She always seems to know when something is stirring in my heart. She stayed close, warm and calm, as if that alone could help me understand what I need to do. I wonder if maybe I need to follow Jesus like Mini follows me, with a quiet trust and love.

A Bedtime Prayer:

Dear Jesus,

Help me to gather the beams I need to follow You, one by one, so that my faith is as strong as the barn Sister described. May I always love You above all else and carry my cross bravely. Thank You for the people and little friends, like Mini, who make me feel safe as I try to live for You.

In Your name, Amen.

 

Frosty Morning and Soaring Hopes

November 5, 1955

Dear Diary,

This morning, I bundled up warmly for our walk to St. Mary’s. A thin layer of frost covered the fields, sparkling under the soft morning light like a sea of tiny crystals. The trees stood bare and tall, with just a few golden leaves hanging on, shivering in the breeze. Each step on the gravel path made a crisp, crackling sound, as if the ground were greeting the new day with us. Mini was overjoyed by the cold air, her nose glued to the frosty ground, taking in all the new smells. She trotted alongside me, her little bottom wiggling with each step—she looked like she was having her own little adventure!

Father LeRoy’s homily touched me today. The gospel reading was about the young man whom Jesus invites to leave everything and follow Him. Father explained that Jesus wasn’t only talking about our belongings but also the worries and fears we cling to. He said we sometimes hold onto these things as if they make us feel stronger, but true strength comes from letting go and trusting in God’s love. I tried to picture myself placing each little worry into God’s hands, one by one, and feeling lighter as I did.

When we got back home, Sister Mary Claire had a wonderful surprise for me—a beautiful tablet of airmail stationery! The pages are plain but smooth, and the envelopes have bright red and blue stripes along the edges. On the cover is a drawing of an airplane, and when I look at it, I can almost imagine myself aboard, flying back to Zurich to hand-deliver my next letter to Vreni. I can’t wait to write to her about everything that’s been happening here. It feels like I’ll be sending her a piece of my heart with every letter.

Dear Lord, thank You for this frosty morning and for the beautiful words Father LeRoy shared. Help me trust in Your care and let go of my worries. Bless Vreni and keep her safe. Amen.

 

The Blessings of Unseen Kindness

November 4, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today I wrote a little note back to Vreni, thanking her for her letter and the lovely Morning Devotions she copied out for me from her Confirmation prayer book. They were just what I needed, especially with the chilly mornings starting to settle in. It’s funny, but even Mini seems to enjoy listening to me as I read those words aloud. She snuggles up close, and her little ears perk up like she’s following along.

In my letter, I shared a bit about the Gospel reading from today. Jesus was visiting a Pharisee for dinner, and He spoke so plainly about kindness—the sort that comes without expecting anything in return. He said that when you invite people over, it shouldn’t just be friends or family, but also those who can’t repay you, like the poor or the blind. Jesus called them the blessed, and I think it’s because they remind us of God’s pure, unmeasured love. They might not bring a gift in return, but there’s a kind of joy that fills the heart when you help someone who truly needs it. Jesus said that the repayment comes later, at the resurrection.

I imagine Vreni will love this Gospel, knowing how thoughtful she is. I told her how it made me think of the kind gestures we can offer to those around us, even if we never get to see the reward here on earth.

The cold weather is definitely making itself known, and I think Mini feels it more than me sometimes. She gets her little legs tangled up in the blankets as she tries to make herself as snug as possible. We’ve taken to going outside a bit less, and when we do, she’s wearing her little wool sweater. I’m sure Vreni would laugh to see her trotting about the yard in it, looking all cozy and warm.

As I finished my letter, I included a little prayer. It’s one I read this morning: “Lord Jesus, help me to love with a heart that expects nothing in return. Teach me to see others as You do, and to cherish the smallest acts of kindness as precious offerings to You.”

And with that, my heart feels full and grateful, thinking of all these little blessings.

Goodnight, dear Diary, and God bless.

Amen.

The Greatest Commandments

November 3, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today, Sister Mary Claire explained the Gospel reading to me in such a beautiful way that I just had to write it down. It was from the Gospel of Mark, Chapter 12, verses 28 to 34. Mini even seemed to listen to every word as if she, too, understood the importance of what Sister was sharing.

The story began with one of the scribes asking Jesus which commandment is the most important of all. And Jesus answered with such clarity, saying, “The first is this: Hear, O Israel! The Lord our God is Lord alone! You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.” Sister Mary Claire’s voice grew soft yet firm as she recited these words, and I felt them settle into my heart, reminding me of how completely I should love God.

Then Jesus continued, “The second is this: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. There is no other commandment greater than these.” Sister said that loving God and loving others are two sides of the same coin, inseparable, and that if we truly love God, it should naturally lead us to care deeply for others. I could almost feel Mini pressing closer to me, as if she understood how precious these words were.

The scribe replied to Jesus, agreeing that loving God and one’s neighbor is more valuable than all sacrifices. Sister explained that Jesus saw the scribe’s sincerity and understanding, so He said to him, “You are not far from the kingdom of God.” She told me that when we understand and live these two commandments, we are drawing nearer to God’s kingdom—His presence in our lives.

When she finished, there was a peaceful silence. Even Mini seemed content, curled up by my feet as if she felt the holiness of that moment. Sister Mary Claire’s words made the Gospel feel so alive, and I want to carry this teaching in my heart—to love God with all my being and to treat others with the same kindness and care I wish for myself.

The Gospel of the Lord.  Amen.

 

November 2, 1955

Dear Diary,

Since most of what I wanted to say is already written in my letter to Vreni, I'll keep it short tonight. I mostly wanted to remember the story from Father LeRoy’s homily. Today, he shared a reading from the holy Gospel according to John, chapter 6, verses 37-40. He told us how Jesus said, "Everyone whom the Father gives me will come to me, and anyone who comes to me I will never drive away.” Father LeRoy explained how this means that Jesus welcomes us all, no matter how lost we might feel. Even when we falter, He promises us that we’ll never be turned away if we come to Him in faith. It filled me with hope, knowing that we’re all held in His heart so dearly.

As I write this, Mini is barking at the window again. I don’t even have the ambition to see what it is; almost always, it’s a rabbit. She’ll tire herself out soon, and then we can both rest in peace.

O Lord, as I end this day, I place myself and my loved ones into Your care. Watch over us as we sleep, and let Your love guide us closer to You. Amen.

 

All Saints Day & Airmail to a Friend

November 1, 1955

Dear Diary,

Today was All Saints’ Day, and Father LeRoy gave such a beautiful homily on the Gospel reading from Matthew 5:1-12a. This reading is known as the Beatitudes, where Jesus went up on the mountain, sat down, and taught His disciples the blessings for those who walk in His way. Father LeRoy told us a story to bring the Beatitudes to life. He spoke of a humble farmer he knew back in his younger days, a man who had very little money but was rich in kindness and faith. This farmer always shared his harvest, even if it meant having less for himself. People often wondered why he gave so freely when he had so little, but he would simply say, “The Lord fills my cup, and it runs over.” Father said this man was the perfect example of being “poor in spirit” and “pure in heart”—always thinking of others before himself. Father LeRoy’s story reminded me of how good it feels to live with a giving heart, even in the smallest ways.

After Mass, I decided to make an extra copy of this diary entry to send to Vreni. I’ll include today’s Gospel reading with it, just like the ones I prepare for Father LeRoy every day. I know she would appreciate seeing what I do firsthand, even from so far away. I miss her, but it makes me happy to share a little bit of my life with her in these letters.

Mini and I went out for a few short walks today, but the cold wind nipped at our noses and sent us hurrying back inside each time. I could tell Mini wanted to stay out longer, but she quickly understood and was happy to curl up beside me by the fire.

Tonight, before bed, I say this prayer:

“Dear Lord, may my heart be open to those who need a kind word, a gentle hand, or a listening ear. Help me walk in Your way, with a spirit of joy and peace. Bless Vreni and all my loved ones, near and far. Amen.”

Tomorrow, I have another little story to share—something I found tucked among Sister Mary Claire’s books. But I’ll save that for then.

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."

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.

 

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

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."

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.

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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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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"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

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

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

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.

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

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