From sr Genevieve (Celine) to Isidore Guerin – April 3, 1904

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to Isidore Guerin – April 3, 1904

                                               J.M.J.                                       3rd Apr. 04

+ Jesus

                             Dearest Uncle,

   It is with a joyful alleluia that I come to wish you a happy feast day. I was looking forward to it all through Holy Week, and Easter has seemed even more wonderful than usual.

   Look inside the gift from your little Carmel, and you’ll see the heart of your little Céline. For a long time, she has been eagerly awaiting 4th April to give you the pious picture you love so much.

   I admit, I was hurt that Dr de Cornière was given a copy before you. Our Mother offered it to him a long while ago to thank him for his devotion to the Community. But it’s in a tiny little frame, whereas we wanted nothing but the best for our darling uncle.

   I will tell you why our Mother decided to give it to him. Seeing a terrible old photograph that I had given to Sr St Stanislaus in the infirmary, Dr de Cornière went into raptures, so we quickly took advantage of the opportunity to give it to him, as a little keepsake.

   But that’s enough about that. I’m laughing at myself, wondering why on earth I’m telling you this.

Darling Uncle, I should instead be thanking you for all the goodness you’ve shown us and me in particular, because you’ve lavished me with affection and I’m touched. At the beginning of Lent, you sent me some Pepsin, which completely cured my stomachaches after just ten days of treatment. And despite having had migraines every two days for three months, I followed my Lenten fast with surprising ease, which was much better than last year.

   And then there were the beautiful camelias! We had an altar of repose, and I think it was the loveliest in the town. I was delighted with it. The profusion of flowers helped us forget how destitute we are. Our altar was irreproachable. But how I regretted having asked for the sprays of lilies! I thought they were easy to come by, as in my time, so my heart broke upon reading your letter. I ran to the Turn like a madwoman and said, “I know my uncle; he will send the sprays anyway.” I begged the Portress to send someone quickly to say that I didn’t need them. Seeing my despair, she took pity on me and as soon as Sr M. of the Providence had come back from the fishmonger's, she ran to deliver my message.

   Beloved, darling Uncle, I love you, you know this. I lived with you. It’s something that nobody can take from me and the memories are mine alone to savour. Soon we’ll all be reunited again, and this time no one will be absent. In the meantime, I continue asking God to keep you in my affection. I urge little Jeanne to take heart. I think of her very, very often. As I knelt before Jesus’ Tomb on the evening of Maundy Thursday, I didn’t stop thinking of her. I send all my love to you all

           Your little girl

         Geneviève of St Teresa