From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - April 1, 1934

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - April 1, 1934

+ Jesus                                                                Carmel of Lisieux 1st April 1934


Dear little sister,

Once again this year we are reunited after the forty holy days. It’s very certain that we don’t have many such reunions left, because we’re nearing the end. Oh, what bliss!

In about a month’s time, it will be our dear Mother’s golden anniversary. We are very busy, because we all want to surpass ourselves for this celebration. There’ll be garlands everywhere. I hope everything will look lovely and that she’ll be pleased. Even so, we must work for no one but God, because she’ll be so tired and the Ceremonies demand so much of her that she’ll hardly have time to enjoy our decorations. Pray for us, that everything runs smoothly and that no unwanted surprises ruin the little that could bring her pleasure. There’ll be an account of these celebrations and you shall be the first to receive it, along with the photos. I’ll take as many as I can so that at least she’ll be able to enjoy what we did in hindsight, if she cannot do so at the time.

However I have very little energy. I tire quickly walking and especially climbing stairs. I’ve therefore left the cell on the terrace, which I’ve occupied for all my religious life or almost all of it (because I spent 16 years in little Thérèse’s cells) and now I’m down on the bottom floor in an infirmary cell. The relief I feel is inestimable. It’s a new little room looking onto Mr and Mrs Fleuriot’s old garden, and the river runs in front of the window.

I don’t know whether you’ve been told that we had an intruder alert on 27th February. He came in via the old Fleuriot house, the “St Jean guest house”, which is unoccupied in winter, and through a window onto the large, pretty wall that you can see on the photos I sent you. From there he jumped onto a corner of the sacristy roof which is like a patio and then, once on the roof above the “Gloria” room, he reached the little portholes that let light into the large corridor to the cells. He was already unsealing the glass of one of them when it fell and broke. A Sister heard, and not knowing what it was, she got up and saw a man working away at the porthole. Five minutes more and he would have been in the heart of the house. That part of the house is almost inhabited, with only 3 Sisters there. Quickly, the alarm was raised, our chaplains and sacristan were called and we sounded the tocsin (that’s to say, rang our bells loudly). This was at 2 in the morning. A policeman came. He saw the burglar’s footprints on the roof because there had been a little snow, but he hasn’t yet been caught. I don’t need to tell you that several Sisters were very upset by this. We’ve fortified the house on that side as though it were a citadel and have more work to do. Yet we were very grateful to God for having protected us so well.

Now, darling little sister, I’m going to say goodbye, but not without sending you all my love. Tomorrow we’re having a great celebration for the Basilica: the Way of the Cross is being inaugurated. To tell you the truth, we’re not seeing to it, but we’ll nevertheless have more visitors.

I’m sending you my little egg

Your little sister

Sr Geneviève of the Holy Face and St Teresa