COVE LANE, CORK, 1775

It began in a cottage in Cove Lane, Cork. Here, on Christmas Eve 1775, Nano Nagle founded the Sisters of Charitable Instruction of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. (After Nano’s death,  the name was changed to the Sisters of the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary.)  Nano was joined by three companions; Mary Hoey, Elizabeth Burke and Mary Ann Collins.  On 29^th June 1776, they received the habit and Nano took the name of Sr Mary of St John of God.  

Nano spent her time ministering to the poor of the City.  She taught in her schools by day and went out at night to visit and comfort the sick and suffering in their hovels.  Because of her night-time visits, she became known as ‘the Lady with the Lantern’.  The Lantern is now one of the symbols of the Presentation Sisters worldwide.

Nano Nagle instructing the children

Worn out by long days and nights of ministry, Nano collapsed in Cross Street on her way home from one of her schools. She died on Monday, 26^th April 1784. She was 65 years old.   In 1994 Pope John Paul II declared Nano Nagle ‘Servant of God’, the first of four steps to canonisation.  The next step came in 2013 when Pope Francis bestowed the title ‘Venerable’ on Nano Nagle.

In 1769 Nano wrote to a friend “If I could be of service in saving souls in any part of the globe I would be willing to do all in my power”.   True to the vision of their foundress, Nano’s Presentations spread throughout Ireland and, indeed, to all parts of the globe.  In 1833, thanks to Bishop Michael Anthony Fleming, the very first Presentation Convent outside Ireland was established here in St John’s, Newfoundland.

The Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, painted

by a Presentation Sister, Cathedral Square

Today, 21st November is the Feast of the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, or as we called it, “Presentation Day”.  As former pupils of St Patrick’s Convent Schools, let’s take a minute to remember Venerable Nano Nagle and all who have followed in her footsteps over the years.  

HAPPY PRESENTATION DAY!

THE PRESENTATION LINK

Before we close the book on the centenary of the Armistice, there is one more story I think worth telling.  It is worth the telling because, believe it or not, there is a link between one of the chief negotiators of the Armistice, Marshall Ferdinand Foch, and one of our Presentation Sisters.    In the closing months of WWI, Foch became Supreme Commander of Allied Forces.  The Armistice was signed by Germany and the Allies at 5 am on 11 November 1918, in the forest of Compiègne, France. It was to come into effect at 11 am on that day. The terms of the Armistice were largely written by Marshall Foch. To trace that little link we must go back to 1854.

The signing of the Armistice.  

Marshall Foch is second right (cane and briefcase)

Fr Thomas Waldron was a relative of Sr M Clare Waldron, first Superior of St Patrick’s Convent.   Fr Waldron died of cholera in 1854 and in his will he left a large parcel of land on Lemarchant Road to the Presentation Convent in St John’s. He also left them “two cows belonging to me at Kings Cove”.  Eventually, the Sisters sold a piece of the land to the Honourable E M Jackman who built for himself an imposing house on his newly acquired land.  He named it ‘The White House’. (It is on the corner of Lemarchant Rd and St Clare Avenue, opposite the top of Patrick St.)  

"The White House"

John and Margaret English lived on Water Street.  They had a daughter named Mary Theresa and she had a good friend, Miss Summers, who often visited her at home. Miss Summers and a border at the house, John Funichon, fell in love.  In 1888 Mary Theresa entered the Presentation Convent and was given the name of Sr Mary Clare. For many years Sr M Clare desired to open a hostel for young women from outside St John’s who were working in the City.  To this end Sr Clare patiently set about raising funds through sales of handiwork, school concerts, etc. Donations were also forthcoming from her friends.      

During the Gold Rush John Funichon had gone to the Klondike where he struck it rich.  He returned to St John’s to marry Miss Summers and the newlyweds visited their dear friend, Sr Clare, at Presentation Convent.  Mr Funichon presented Sr Clare with the gift of a rosary made up of forty gold nuggets.  Sr Clare, realising its potential as a giant step to achieving her cherished goal, was overjoyed with this gift.  When John H Reddin, Supreme Master of the Fourth Degree Knights of Columbus, was in St John’s Sr Clare asked him to find a buyer for the rosary, which she was willing to sell for $100.   The following year the Supreme Knight, James A Flaherty came to St John’s.  He visited Sr Clare and told her that the Knights of Columbus wished to purchase her golden rosary to give as a gift to Cardinal Gibbons of Baltimore on the occasion of his Golden Jubilee.  Sr Clare must have been ecstatic when Mr Flaherty presented her with a cheque, not for $100 but for the enormous sum of $1,000.  With this and the money she had raised from her other fund raising efforts, Sr Clare was now able to take concrete steps towards fulfilling her dream.  She began by purchasing another piece of land adjoining the Waldron Farm and the White House. Then her plans were thwarted.  

Archbishop Howley summoned Sr Clare to a private meeting in the Convent parlour. Did His Grace order Sr Clare  to turn over her dearly held project to the Sisters of Mercy?   Who knows? In any case, it was a dejected Sister Clare who returned to her room and told her secretary to “Send it all to the Mercy Order”.  The baffled secretary was told that it was the Archbishop’s wish so she must obey.

The Bishop added to the hard earned money of Sr M Clare, purchased ‘The White House’ from E M Jackman, and had it renovated.  On 29^th September 1913 it was opened as a home for working girls. The Mercy Sisters, ever gracious, named the home ‘St Clare’s’ in honour of Sr Mary Clare English who had conceived the idea and worked so untiringly to make it a reality.   

Archbishop Howley died in October 1914 and his successor was Edward Patrick Roche.  Archbishop Roche was convinced that St John’s should have a Catholic Hospital and that St Clare’s Home was the ideal site.  Several Sisters of  Mercy were sent away to train for this new undertaking.  On 21^st May 1922, in a ceremony attended by the Mercy and Presentation Sisters, Archbishop Roche dedicated the building as St Clare’s Mercy Hospital. Over the years, St Clare’s Hospital has grown and it and the Sisters of Mercy have served Newfoundland admirably.

Sadly, Sr Mary Clare English never knew of the honour the kindly Sisters of Mercy had bestowed on her because she died shortly after her history changing meeting with Archbishop Howley.  Sr Clare passed away on 11 July 1912 at the age of 46 years.  

What of Sr Clare’s golden rosary?  In October 1911, the Knights of Columbus presented the rosary of gold nuggets to James Cardinal Gibbons in honour of his fifty years of priesthood. 

Golden Rosary presented to Cardinal Gibbons

Cardinal Gibbons died, aged 87, at Baltimore on 24th March 1921. 

In November 1921 Marshall Ferdinand Foch toured the United States.  The tour was at the invitation of the Knights of Columbus. On 6^th November the Knights held a banquet for the distinguished visitor. Honorary membership of the Knights of Columbus was conferred on their guest and, as a token of their esteem, he was given a very special gift. The rosary of gold nuggets, originally owned by Sr Mary Clare English PBVM, was presented to Marshall Foch by Supreme Knight James A Flaherty. 

Sr M Clare's Golden Rosary goes to Marshall Foch

What would Sr Clare have thought of it all?  Her rosary had indeed moved among distinguished personages and travelled far. Where is Sr Clare’s Golden Rosary now?  

THE 11th HOUR OF THE 11th DAY OF THE 11th MONTH

One hundred years ago today the guns fell silent.  The "war to end all wars", the war that had begun in August 1914, the war that would be "over by Christmas" finally dragged to it close at 11 am (Paris time) on 11th November 1918.  "The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month".  The bloody, brutal slaughter had left destruction in Europe and grief, loss and heartache around the world.  When war came, the Dominion of Newfoundland responded quickly and unstintingly.  Tragically, Newfoundland would never recover from its losses.

The Newfoundlanders' fight began at a training ground set up at Pleasantville.

Site of Training Ground 

For so many of those heroic Newfoundlanders it ended in cold, foreign soil, far from home.  Lieutenant General Sir Douglas Haig named them "BETTER THAN THE BEST"!    

GALLIPOLI

MALTA

MALTA

MALTA

CAMBRIDGE, ENGLAND

BRISTOL, ENGLAND

WINCHESTER, ENGLAND

LONDON, ENGLAND

BELGIUM

FRANCE

Let us remember them today, 11/11/2018.  Tell the children so that they too will remember.  

"LEST WE FORGET"

"A MULTICULTURAL WAR"

On Armistice Day 2017, John and I had the privilege of being in Ypres, Belgium and being among the crowds thronging the Menin Gate for the Remembrance  Ceremony.  They had come from all over the world to pay their respects to the fallen.  Later we visited the Museum and it is from a display there that I have drawn the name of this post.

A display in the  museum at Ypres, Belgium

It was indeed a multicultural war so tonight I will post about some who were not Newfoundlanders.

The first is a member of the British Aristocracy and the brother of Charles Stewart Rolls of Rolls-Royce fame.  Major Lord John M Rolls, 2nd Baron Llangattock, died at Boulogne in 1916 as a result of wounds received at the Battle of the Somme.  His grave is in Boulogne but, along with others from the parish, he is commemorated on this memorial in the churchyard of St Cadoc's Church, at a little place called Llangattock-Vibon-Avel, Wales.

Major Lord John M Rolls is remembered here

Baron Llangattock had no connection to Newfoundland or to St Patrick's but the next two people do have a connection - me!

Sgt J G Smith, painted while still a Corporal

Sgt John G Smith was my father-in-law.  A Londoner, he served in WWII in the Rifle Brigade.  My Welsh mother-in-law was a nurse and while he was away fighting Rommel in the desert, she was nursing the sick and wounded in London.  She told some harrowing tales of the Blitz. She didn't see her husband for five years but he did survive the war and eventually came home safe and sound.  He brought back two portraits which an Italian prisoner of war had painted for him from 2 snapshots.  We still have the portraits and I would dearly love to trace the family of the Italian prisoner of war.

Lorraine (Finlan) Smith

The following picture was taken after the ceremony at the Menin Gate.  It shows just some of the wreaths that were laid by people from so many different countries.

Just some of the many wreaths laid by

 people from all over the world

I decided to include this last photo just in case we forget that German mothers lost sons too.   

"Unknown German Warrior"

"LEST WE FORGET"

GEORGE FRANCIS JOHNSON

This year being the centenary of the closing of WWI, all thoughts are focused  on that awful war.  It is absolutely right that we should remember it in a special way but let's not forget those who fought bravely in wars and conflicts that followed the "war to end all wars".

A scant 21 years passed before the world was in turmoil again.  One of our St Patrick's graduates, Mary Johnson Godsland, has sent us a photo of her handsome father and his very touching story. 

George Francis Johnson, 1917-1948

"George Francis Johnson

                                                             1917-1948

George was the son of George Johnson Sr. and Mary (Kieley) Johnson who lived on Patrick's St. in St. John's, NL.  George married Esther (Hefferan) Johnson and there were 4 children, James Robert, John Francis, Mary Georgina (Mary Godsland) and Kathleen Marie (Kay Parsons). They resided on Water St. W. in St. John's.

                   

Volunteer for WWII

 

In 1939 a Second World War had begun. Britain and France declared war on Germany after Hitler refused to abort his invasion of Poland.

The cry for volunteers echoed across our Island home. My Dad, like so many more, enlisted. The torch was passed and they would, "Take up the quarrel with the foe." They were driven by a desire to fight for freedom in spite of the dangers and the casualties of the last War. Indeed, it was a dangerous adventure. But they were willing to make that sacrifice for freedom.

The recruits paraded proudly but apprehensively along the streets when they left. Loved ones called kind words, prayed and watched anxiously as they marched away to the beat of the C.L.B. drums.

Unfortunately there was some medical condition with my Dad in the early days of the War. He had to return home. He was broken-hearted with the decision but knew it was the right one. We never got to ask him about the War because he passed away when we were very young.

It was after his return that he married our devoted Mom. He worked with the C.N. Railway.  But his illness worsened over time. Eventually he was hospitalized. In 1948 he passed away at the Merchant Navy Hospital.

He will always be my hero. I have a War hat, pictures, a treasured book and stories from loved ones. This picture hung in our kitchen all during my childhood. Every July we visited his grave site at Mount Carmel Cemetery with our Mom. We still do that but now it's for two."

The plaque 

WWII GUN

Mary, thank you for this very personal story.  It is sad but you wrote it beautifully and we are so grateful to you for sharing it with us.  May your dear parents rest in peace.

The Fighting Vaughan Brothers

The story of the Vaughan brothers is one that I know well because it was told and retold in our house when I was growing up. My mother's childhood friend was Pauline Vaughan, only sister of the Vaughan brothers, and the memory of such sadness in a family she knew well stayed with my mother throughout her life. The Vaughan brothers were also parishioners of St Patrick's and Fr Kevin Molloy, their nephew, is Pauline's son. I will say no more because this video, with the help of Brenda Mooney, Pauline's daughter, says it all. Please take the time to watch this video. 

The book "peace by piece" deserves a mention too. I received a copy of it as a Birthday present in September.  If you don't have a copy, you should do your best to get one because "peace by piece" is a beautiful and unusual way of remembering the heroism of Newfoundland families in WWI.

A YOUNG " BLUE PUTTEE"

I trust I am not overdoing it with the military posts here?  This is the third such post.  (As my late mother-in-law would probably say "over egging the pudding"!)  Every 11th November we remember those who gave their lives in the pursuit of justice and freedom.  Some of us have personal reflections but mostly we remember them collectively.  As this year is the centenary of the official ending of WWI, in the days leading up to Armistice Day I want to tell a little of their personal stories so that we can see them as they were - ordinary people who did extraordinary deeds!  

Michael John Blyde was the son of John and Mary Blyde of 47 Fleming Street, St John's.  He enlisted at St John's on 5th September 1914, Regimental Number 280, one of the illustrious First Five Hundred.  His Attestation Papers tell us that this blue eyed single man was a  "Shoe Cutter"  earning $12 per week.  On 4th October Pte M J Blyde embarked St John's aboard the SS Florizel.

It was about a year before the Newfoundland Regiment was deployed.  In August 1915 word came that they were going to Suvla Bay in the Gallipoli Peninsula.  There they would join the 88th Brigade of the 29th Division of the British Army. Private Blyde was with his Regiment when they disembarked Alexandria on 1st September 1915.  Two weeks later they embarked for Gallipoli.  

280, Pte Michael John Blyde

Gallipoli was a Hell Hole with shells bursting all around. The first Newfoundland casualty came on 22nd September when 21 year old Pte Hugh McWirter was killed by a Turkish shell.  Pte Blyde would not be far behind his comrade. On 26 September 1915, 19 year old Pte Michael John Blyde was killed in action at Suvla, Gallipoli.  He rests there with seven other fallen Newfoundlanders in Hill 10 Cemetery.

Hill 10 Cemetery

Resting place of Pte Michael John Blyde

I am very grateful to my nephew for the use of his photos of Hill 10 Cemetery and Pte Blyde's grave.

2740, PTE ANDREW SHAW

Andrew Shaw was born in Little Heart’s Ease on 30^th September 1893.  He was the second son of Thomas and Margaret (Walsh) Shaw. On 12^th May 1916 Andrew enlisted in the Newfoundland Regiment at St John’s.  Private Andrew Shaw, Regimental Number 2740, embarked aboard the  S S Sicilian on 19^th July to England and then to a training base at Ayr, Scotland.  On 14^th October 1916, Private Shaw embarked Southampton to join his regiment in France.

Pte Andrew Shaw, Regimental Number 2740

August 1917 saw Shaw fighting in Belgium.  On 13^th of that month, at the Battle of Langemarck,  he received a serious wound to his right leg.  

After months of recuperation in England and Scotland, Pte Shaw rejoined his battalion at the Front on 6^th February 1918.  On 12^th  April 1918 he was reported missing in action.  In May it was learned that Pte Shaw had been wounded and was now in enemy hands as a Prisoner of War at Soltau. Soltau, built in 1914, was the largest of Germany’s P O W camps.  In September, after months of suffering, Pte Shaw was released and repatriated to hospital in England.

At long last, Pte Shaw was on his way home! On 22^nd May 1919, he embarked for St John’s aboard the S S Corsican, arriving in St John's on 1^st June.  He was issued discharge certificate number 2908 on 10^th July 1919.  Pte Andrew Shaw had served for approximately three years and two months.  He carried the results of his wounds for the rest of his life.

In 1921, on 15^th June, Andrew Shaw married Mary Stanford of St John’s. Andrew and Mary lived in the west end and were faithful members of St Patrick’s Parish.  They raised a large family and their daughters, Angela, Mary, Imelda and Isabel, all attended St Patrick’s Convent Schools.

After a long life well lived, Andrew Shaw passed away in St John’s on 10^th April 1976. He rests in Holy Sepulchre Cemetery, St John’s.

“LEST WE FORGET”

REGIMENTAL NUMBER 364

St Patrick's Convent School, Deanery Avenue, was built as a memorial to the men and boys of St Patrick's Parish who died in the carnage of WWI.  Sadly, that building no longer exists.  There is just an empty space where once generations of girls and boys rushed past the memorial plaque by the front entrance. Thanks to Fr Wayne Dohey, the plaque has been erected in St Patrick's Church. 

St Patrick's Convent School, Deanery Avenue

The Plaque which was at the main entrance 

of the school

The Woodfords were one of the many families from our parish who lost loved ones.

One of the First 500, Frank Woodford was a single man living with his parents, John and Jane Woodford, at 7 Convent Square.  Frank was a machinist making wire nails and earning $7.80 a week. He had blue eyes and light hair and on the day of his enlistment, 5th September 1914, he had a cut right hand! 

While training in Scotland, Frank had met a girl, Miss Bethia Morton. It must have been serious because Frank left instructions that she should be notified in the event of his death.

Frank's written instructions

Miss Morton heard that Frank had been wounded and she was still seeking news in August when she wrote this poignant letter.  

Betty Morton's poignant letter

Regimental Number 364, Pte Frank Woodford, was killed in action at Beaumont Hamel on 1st July 1916.  He was 23 years old.

Regimental Number 364, Pte Frank Woodford

WE WILL REMEMBER THEM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MRS MALLARD

On Saturday, 27^th October, the Seniors Resource Centre on Bennett Avenue was aglow with happiness. A wonderful lady, Mrs Helen Mallard, was celebrating her 90^th Birthday with family and friends.

The Birthday Girl

Helen Gushue was born on 24^th October 1928.  Helen had two older sisters, Kay and Ann.  A brother, Bill, came later to complete the family.  The Gushues were good, hard working people with strong faith in God. This faith was instilled into Helen and she has cherished it all her life.

Eventually, Helen met and married Tom Mallard. They were exceptional parents and mentors to their thirteen children who all grew up to be a credit to Helen and Tom.  In their own individual ways, Don, Tish, Sue, Liz, Lou, Tom, Jim, John, Cathy, Brenda, Kenny, Geri and Chrissy all brought great joy to their parents. Sadly, Kenny passed away at a young age.  He left a lot of happy memories but also a sad void in the Mallard family.

All the Mallard daughters are graduates of St Patrick’s Convent Schools.  They are actually third generation ‘St Patrick’s Girls’ because their dear mother, Helen Gushue Mallard, and their grandmother, Mary Monica (Molly) Flynn Gushue, also attended St Patrick's Convent Schools! 

Helen and Tom Mallard's children are talented musicians and singers and Lou is also a published poet.  Several of her lovely poems have been featured in other posts on this blog and today we are delighted to post Lou's touching tribute to her mother. 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MRS MALLARD

“MOM’S 90^th BIRTHDAY

The last precious girl, Helen, was born to Nan and Pop Gushue on October 24 1928.

Kay and Ann were older, Bill was the youngest,

Born to parents with astounding faith.

Their words would state, God plans our lives

And it was planned before you were born

He sees the whole picture from a long way off,

With free will, you live, love and learn.

Mom grew up and married our gentle Dad, Tom.

As they had struggles but very happy years,

God blessed them with thirteen children,

With their faith, God calmed their fears.

Mom and Dad were so inspiring

They’d take the good times with the bad,

They both would say be thankful for what you are given

And doubly thankful for all you have.

As our family grew older, we were struck with sorrow

God had plans for Ev, Gerald, Ken and Dad.

Gerald not a brother but the DNA so close

This traumatic time made both families’ hearts so sad.

Our generation of friends all call you Mom

You are so loved for your funny, witty way,

They say they are orphans as their parents are gone to God

They want you to forever stay.

We are so blessed you are celebrating your 90^th year

Thirty grandchildren, and great-grandchildren galore,

Look at what you and Dad gave to this world,

Both your lives are stamped on Heaven’s door.

God shines His light down for all our protection,

Lessons ringing in our minds to love and share each day,

Dad’s looking down in spirit with his special love for you,

 Through your faith, Dad’s love is just a breath away.

Happy 90^th Birthday Mom.

We love you,

Lulu, Families and Friends”

Mrs Helen Mallard, you are a very special lady. I am certain that St Patrick’s Girls everywhere are pleased and proud to send their best wishes to you, a fellow “St Patrick’s Girl”, on this happy occasion.  May God bless you and grant you many more years to enjoy your lovely family.

A very big “Thank You” to Lou for sharing with us.