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A promise to Florence Poulin and her fight to claim it

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The oldest daughter of Evariste Poulin was Florence Poulin. She had always dreamed of being a religious sister and as an early teenager, was sent away to study. Her preliminary marks as “teacher material” were very high. She had finally been accepted and was sent home to say goodbye to her material world.

While home for a few weeks, her mother passed away after giving birth twenty-five days earlier. With a suitcase in hand, her father declared that she needed to stay to be both mother and sister to her siblings. How could Evariste farm if there were no one to cook and clean and tend the children and small animals.

For thirty-five years she stayed until finally, she was free from her family obligations. When she contacted the convent about entering, they informed her that she was too old. Family history states that a fight ensued. Perhaps by letters or phone calls or face-to-face.

“You promised”

“But too many years have passed”

“This is all she has ever wanted. You promised that she could return”

“But it’s too late”

“But you promised”

Well the sisters did accept her. She lived and worked throughout a religious and humble life for thirty-five years among the gray sisters.

Sister Marie Florentine

 

As was the custom of the day, when a religious man or woman passed away, a close associate would write a life story or biographical sketch of the person and have it completed in time to present to remaining family at the funeral. The following is the biography of Sister Saint-Florence, a member of the Order of the Sisters of Charity of Quebec.

Sisters of Charity of Quebec cemetery in Beauport, Quebec.

 

Read the entire biography of Sister Saint-Florentin.

 

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Reminiscences of Franco-American Orphanage

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One Sunday, my family went out for a long drive. I was ten years old then. We ended up in Lowell, Massachusetts in front of the Franco-American Orphanage. Three stories high, this building was huge.

Franco-American Orphanage

One side of the property was open lawn stretching down toward the Merrimack River. The other side included a wide delivery driveway, swing set and jungle gym with shin bars and ladders. At the end was a cavernous shrine made up of large boulders, outdoor lights and fronted by permanent seats. Statues of the Stations of the Cross sat on raised boulder platforms that edged the large driveway.

The Sisters of Charity of Quebec, an order of religious Sisters, ran the orphanage. We all exited the car as one of the Sisters came out the front entrance and walked down the driveway to greet us. Her conversation was in French, so I showed little interest. At one point, my mother told my brother and me to go play on the swings. We were the only children in this area, so we explored every inch of the gym set with excitement.

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