Reflections

Celebrating 100 Years in Pembroke

Celebrating the 100th Anniversary of the

Congregation of the Sisters of St. Joseph in Canada - Pembroke Site

Written by Mary McGuire, csj

During the next 11 months, we would like to share the amazing story of the Congregation of the Sisters of St. Joseph in Canada -Pembroke Site as we celebrate 100 years of our service and witness in the Diocese of Pembroke and beyond.  As we tell our story we would like to express our gratitude, love, and prayers to so many of you who have been with us on this journey. Our Congregation is witness to the love and support you have bestowed on our community and we will be forever grateful for these gifts. We would like to say a heartfelt thank you and invite you to read our story in the months ahead as a way of celebrating this important milestone with us.

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The Sisters of St. Joseph from Pembroke were canonically born August 25, 1921 in the village of Douglas, Ontario.  Just a mere three weeks after this birth our Congregation moved quickly to a fully operational farm known as the O’Kelly Farm. It was comprised of 147 acres located on the shores of the Ottawa River in the Town of Pembroke. (Photos here)

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Bishop Thomas Ryan had paid $16,000.00 for the property and had coordinated all of the needed renovations and expenses to house the Sisters of St. Joseph at this location. Residents in the area had always referred to this portion of the river as ‘the lake’, so when it came time to rename the property, Bishop Ryan named it ‘’St. Joseph’s-on-the-Lake”.  Forty acres were under cultivation at the time but the house on the property was an ancient structure, too small for a Motherhouse. By September 14, 1921 four Sisters had moved into the renovated farmhouse on this site.   Within a week, twelve postulants were received. In the years to follow, many more Sisters would join the Congregation at the Pembroke site.  In 1953, construction began on the large Motherhouse that was located at 1127 Pembroke Street West (part of the initial 147 acres).  The local Congregation’s community membership numbered 215 at its highest peak in the 1960s.

This original farm was fully functional with horses, cattle, hens, and pigs.  The novices and postulants were very much involved in its day-to-day activities while the professed Sisters were teaching within the local community.  Gathering the eggs, plucking the chickens, milking the cows, churning the butter, washing the milk and cream separator, and weeding the gardens were regular duties.  What a challenge for those young Sisters who had never lived on a farm!  One Sister recalled laundry days – using a hand-turning object inside tubs to clean the laundry, and then the irons were heated on a wood stove.  This same Sister recalled the ‘roothouse’ and retreating to it to enjoy the coolness and singing amongst the vegetables. She continued this ministry of music and song for the Congregation with her beautiful voice throughout her life with the Sisters of St. Joseph.  

For many of these Sisters, the Pembroke Motherhouse was their first home away from home.  After a discernment process of prayer, they felt called to dedicate their lives to God as religious Sisters.

One of the many stories that have been passed down is about a Sister from England who was sent out by the cook to gather the eggs from the hen house.  After what must have seemed a disproportionate amount of time, the Sister returned empty-handed.  When asked to explain, she said that she had knocked repeatedly on the hen house and that no one was answering!

Bishop Ryan, who presided over the destiny of the Pembroke Diocese from 1916-1937, had a dream that every child in the Diocese would have access to a Catholic education, no matter how small and remote the area might be. Consequently, many Sisters were dispatched daily to Catholic schools in the area.  These schools were located in Pembroke, Petawawa, Deep River, Renfrew, Barry’s Bay, Douglas, and small Quebec locations, to name a few, providing a vital service and access to a valuable religious education.  Many Sisters had long and full teaching careers in Renfrew County.  A later article will fully cover the many places that our Sisters taught.

Alongside the teaching profession, our Sisters provided nursing, counseling, administration, and various other ministries within our community and beyond.

The previous Motherhouse in Pembroke

The previous Motherhouse in Pembroke

Unlike other apostolates, the Sisters of St. Joseph in Canada/Pembroke Site chose not to own large institutions outside of the Motherhouse.  Upon completion of our ministries and having prepared lay people to carry on the duties, we simply relinquished the small institutions we did own, namely Radville Hospital and Marion Home in the province of Saskatchewan, likewise Barrhead Hospital in the province of Alberta.  The St. Joseph’s Academy in Renfrew was left to the Pembroke Diocese.  We administered and operated Santa Maria Home in Regina, St. Francis Memorial Hospital in Barry’s Bay, and St. Joseph’s Manor in Campbell’s Bay, Quebec. We also divested our duties at these institutions to the lay community.

From the days of a full Motherhouse, there currently remain 26 Sisters, including two Peruvian Sisters.  We are also proud to have 48 active Associates divided into 8 faith communities in Canada.  There are also 15 active Associates in Peru and 23 non-active Associates who form a group called ‘The Supporters in Spirit and Prayer.’

As our story unfolds you will appreciate that even from our humble beginnings and our small but mighty numbers, by the grace of God we were able to do extraordinary things and display incredible resilience.  Our preferential option for the education, health care, and spiritual needs of rural communities as well as for the needs of the poor, the orphans, the youth-at-risk, the frail and the elderly, led us to take on ministries in many localities, a total of 45 locations in Canada and abroad.

(with files from Nicole Aubé, csj - S.A.I.L. 2011)

Stay tuned as our story unfolds in 2021.

Believe Me

I am going to risk telling you a story. After you read what I write you will have two choices, either to believe me or not to believe me. That is the risk I am willing to take.

On May 21, I went to pick up a prescription at the drug store and used my debit card to pay for it. I left the pharmacy drove to another store to make a quick purchase only to find that my debit card was missing. I checked through my purse and my pockets and thought I either left it in the machine at the pharmacy or dropped it somewhere en route between stores.

After pursuing both possibilities and realizing it was too late to go to the bank I returned home planning to contact the bank in the morning. However, coincidently I received a phone call to say that suspicious activity had occurred with my Amazon Account. Needless to say, I panicked and stopped payment immediately on my debit card.

I was able to get a new debit card in the morning and was assured that no money had been taken from my account. Now here is the risky part of my story. On July 7, I took my car to the dealer to be serviced; I reached into my purse, pulled out my debit card to pay and it was rejecting payment.

I tried it twice with no luck. And so I reached into my purse to pay with an emergency Mastercard and there was my new debit card right beside it. I had been trying to pay with the cancelled card that I was carrying around invisible in my purse.

My challenge was searching for the lesson I was to learn which was very clear for me. I carried something invisible in my purse but you and I carry the invisible God in our person at all times. Our eyes can be held from seeing.

At exposition of the Blessed Sacrament, my eyes are held from seeing the invisible God. I risked telling you my story but living my story has given a boost to my faith may it also touch your faith. Believe me.

-Sister Elaine Cole, CSJ

Knockdown

Knockdown

“…In the wilderness,

Prepare the way of the Lord.”

Is.40.3

 

Prophet Isaiah seems so fitting

 during this time of lockdown and concern.

Indeed, we are isolated

and thrown onto our own devices

to cope day by day.

 

Prayer and more prayer if one answer,

and hearken us back to our forefathers

who hung on with trust

in the Providence of God.

 

Is there a lesson here for us?

- Sr. Eileen Foran, 95

-in lockdown -

A Christmas Message

Merry Christmas from the Sisters

What a memorable year this has been! One thing the pandemic cannot change though is the anticipation and the joy that is Christmas. While all our celebrations will be more low key this year, we still rejoice in the goodness found in people around the world which has perhaps never been so evident as than during this world crisis. People putting their health on the line every day to provide care to those suffering from the virus or some area of life with ramifications of the virus. Individuals and organizations and congregations continue to reach out to the dear neighbour in whatever ways they can.

Jesus came to earth those many years ago as a vulnerable child: let us risk being vulnerable too in solidarity with others.

On behalf of all the Sisters of St Joseph in Canada,

we wish all of you a joyous Christmas and a New Year filled with hope.

In the Company of Birds

Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God. Psalm 84

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Throughout the year a variety of birds spend time in my yard. This past summer I was visited by pairs of Purple Finches, Western Tanager and Rose-breasted Grosbeak. I was delighted when a pair of Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers decided to build their home in a poplar tree close to my back deck. I was able to observe them every day as they tapped for two weeks making a hole for their nest. Before I knew it, the chirping of baby birds could be heard. I watched as the parents took turns bringing food to their young.

As autumn set in, many birds began migrating and the yard was quiet and empty, almost lonely. But soon, as the snow arrived, the winter birds returned. 9 to 12 variety of birds visit the feeders every day. The vibrant colours of the summer flowers are replaced by the warm colours of rose, rust and ruby feathers.

Set against the whiteness of the snow, the male pine grosbeak is resplendent in his rose plumage with silver-grey wings. The Common Redpoll sports a beautiful ruby patch on its head. On a sunny day, it shines like a jewel. Last March the Snow Buntings visited the front deck for almost two weeks. It is difficult to see these little birds up close since they swirl and fly quickly as you come near them. I was able to see the beautiful brown dotted necklace on their breast. What a treat!

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Birds have taught me many lessons over the years. Two experiences are very vivid in my memory. The first memory happened in the summer of 1972. I was making a 30 - day retreat prior to my profession of Final Vows. As I was walking on the grounds of the retreat centre, I came upon an adult robin lying on the ground under a tree. At first glance, I thought it was injured. But I could also hear chirping coming from above. I watched in amazement as the mother robin would raise one wing and lower it and then chirp to the young chick on a branch in the tree. The little one would stand, flaps its wings, and then promptly sit down. This went on for several minutes. I presume the chick did eventually fly as I continued my walk.

The second memory is more recent. I was experiencing grief as my sister had recently died quite unexpectedly. A redpoll had hit the front window. The sound of the thump alerted me to look in the snow. The tiny bird was lying there. I went out, picked it up from the snow and cupped its body in my hands. If this happens soon enough, often the bird will recover its breath. For several minutes there was no change. I was thinking that this one had hit the window too hard.  But then, I felt the tiny beat of its heart. It was an incredible moment. Keeping the bird on its side in my cupped hand I soon felt it begin to move its wings. When the fluttering seemed stronger, I opened my hands, and the redpoll flew away.

One of my many visitors

One of my many visitors

As I reflect, lessons of patience, co-operation, hope, and perseverance come to mind. My heart is filled with gratitude to the Creator for the beauty, variety, and companionship of these feathered friends. I appreciate why Jesus used parables to teach.

The season of Advent has been likened to a nest. A nest provides shelter, comfort, and new life. The last nine months of the COVID-19 virus have been stressful. There has been loss, uncertainty, anxiety, but also opportunities for new ways of seeing and living life. As I prepare my heart this Advent season, my “nest” will be made of the “twigs of my everyday life” for the indwelling of my God.

Blessings in this season of Advent.

-Sister Maggie Beaudette, Hay River, NT