Lana M Gatewood

The CobbWebb Tales

It was a cold, near freezing 4am morning, January 14, 1947, at St Mary’s orphanage. There was so much to get done, the laundry needed washing, drying, and pressing for Father O’Brien, before that mornings 8am mass. Breakfast and afternoon lunches were already being prepared by some of the other nuns that also lived and worked at the church and orphanage. Deliveries of the goods that the nuns had for sale for the market, needed to be loaded up and taken into town. So much needed to get done. The nuns shuffled through the hallways without saying a word more than Good morning sister. Barely glancing up as they passed one another.