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From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - November 26, 1934

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - November 26, 1934

+ Jesus                                                                     Carmel of Lisieux 26th November 1934

Dear little sister,

Here is my traditional farewell note before Advent. In a few weeks, we’ll be together again for Christmas and we’ll wish each other a happy New Year once more. Although the little merry-go-round has lasted a long time, it will come to an end and soon we’ll all be reunited up above.

Ah, while we’re still on earth let us not lose a single opportunity to please our Beloved and, if we should lose one, let us double our efforts and love so that He does not lose out.

I often think of those who live their lives without knowing, loving or serving Jesus, and I freeze with fright, because even if they are saved at the last moment, they will regret for all eternity having gone through life without loving Him!

Poor Mr Tostain’s name keeps coming back to mind. I pray for him and hope, but it’s a most regrettable thing to live estranged from God, to have only one life and to waste it so! Apparently he’s as ungodly as ever. His father, the doctor, moved in with him, I hear, following his wife’s death.

Marguerite is still as pious as ever. She learnt to drive a car so that she could attend Mass. As her country home is not far from Nogent, she often goes to see Jeanne.

Jeanne is happy over there with her children. Solange is expecting her second baby in April. However, poor Jeanne has well and truly abandoned us. You remember our Aunt’s little notebook, in which everyone’s feast days were marked alongside their favourite treats, well, it has been a long while since it was last used. To mark her Jubilee, she sent our Mother two or 3 tins. I can remember some years when she forgot our Mother’s feast day (21st January), or sent a few walnuts late! I assure you that she has not done us justice. Now that our uncle is dead, our family doesn’t send us anything anymore. Oh, affection counts for so little in this world! Outside your close family circle, your home, you can’t count on anything. Beyond that, relationships become diluted and with distance comes unfamiliarity.

Léonie, oh, how good it is to grow old! We see so much clearer. At times I think that it is a grace to live a long life, though it comes at a price.

Goodbye, darling little sister. I send you all my love and affection

Your little sister

Sr Geneviève of the Holy Face

and of St Teresa

u. c. n.

My writing is all askew. I couldn’t see well. The daylight fades so quickly at this time of year.