Sr RB is no longer with us - is buried on the side of a hill in Worcester - you can see the site from 290 going up the hill from Quinsig.
A convent for retired nuns.
Anyway, she was a grandmotherly type, sent to tame my class which was a bunch of hormonal thugs. In 7th grade we went thru 16 teachers - 1st one had a nervous breakdown and left. There was the training school for nuns 1 mile away and they were sent to us one after another - 'on the job training, like going to war.'
I have a photo of me and my cousin with Sr RB - after confirmation or something.
So long ago, so far away it seems and I sit alone wondering what happened to me, when I was still innocent? How did I arrive here, now in Marlboro, Massachusetts, waiting, but for what?