Many of the boys and the Sisters were very ill and those Sisters still healthy, many without medical training, were pressed into service caring for the ill.

I vaguely remember how Sister Stephen Andrew looked. She was a postulant and thin and wore plain plastic lenses and did not look too strong, but she labored like hercules and was all over the place taking care of us all. The hours were long and left little time for rest for the caregivers. She herself was feeling the strain and appeared weak but she continued to work for us all.

That January, this young dedicated woman went home for good. We were told she had walking pneumonia and knew it but refused to stop her nursing. I recall that she was interred in the habit of a professed Sister.

By Joseph R. Stanaitis