From sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) to sr Genevieve (Celine) - October 25, 1931

From Sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) to Sr Genevieve (Celine) - October 25th 1931

V + J! From our monastery in Caen this 25th October 1931


Darling little Céline,

Thank you so much for the photos. They have turned out perfectly. It was you who printed them, wasn’t it? You must have been sent the negatives. I was told you didn’t use black paper, which greatly surprises me. So who is occupying the room in the pavilion, the one that leads to the balcony where Papa used to receive his friends? Do you remember the little bogeyman with the pipe in its mouth [tobacco jar no doubt] in the centre of the mantelpiece? What became of it? I (the unruly devil) remember how I used to take pleasure in angering the dogs that belonged to Mr Rabinel, Papa’s close friend, and making them bark when I saw them on the granite steps outside. If I had been within their reach, I certainly would have had a bad time of it. I’m telling you this because I think it will amuse you.

Our beloved Mother is happy to send you the postcards you would like, because she values every opportunity she has to be of service to you. We are much indebted to you for everything concerning the inside of the monastery. You should have a picture of it in the little album that Sister Marguerite-Agnès sent you. She took the photos. Several are a little blurry; she hurries too much in what she does. We don’t have any better ones unfortunately.

Darling little Mamma, tears came to my eyes as I read your letter. If only you knew how much good your letters do me . . . and how much they help and reassure me in my long exile. Kindly tell dear Mother Madeleine of St Joseph that, as her Sister, I wholly share in her grief. But truly, to die such a saintly death before God is worthy of envy. There is no greater consolation than this. The family is being reunited in heaven. Up above, there’ll be no separations, and every tear shall be dried, giving way to a torrent of delights. We have seen her dear little sister. She is charming and appears to have found her path.  

You never cease to spoil us, and we, on the other hand, never cease to love you. We melt in gratitude once more for the pretty plants and box of sweets.

You deprive yourselves of everything for us; it’s enough to make one weep.

I can understand the Bishop of Séez being pleased with the pavilion. Everything about it is charming and very cheery. From your little sister who loves you so very much

Sr Françoise-Thérèse