Johanna, Would love to contact you. I was there Nov. 1958-Jan. 1960, little Canadian Mother Agnes's cottage. Mother Agnes gave me a permanent and forgot the neutralizer; I couldn't comb my hair for months. I so miss hot gingerbread with lemon sauce on it after Midnight Mass Christmas Eve. Mother Christopher gave me best advice of my life re: Creation vs Evolution. She said don't be afraid of studying science, both views come together. What time was the Angelus rung? The retired nuns reused all their basting threads when sewing, never tied knots. First horror movie of my life was there, The Vikings; can still remember cutting off a hand. Couldn't watch Jurassic Park til the fifth try, because of that. Also we saw the story of Luis Prima and Keely Smith, as role models of a good Catholic marriage. Mother Superior's heart throb was Andy Williams. Real gold jewelry in our Christmas stockings. Terrible greasy meat at meals. The new owners have stripped everything Catholic from the convent, how terrible. Still remember the acoustics of nuns' voices singing in their section of the cross-shaped chapel, like from ancient times; left me with lifelong love of Latin music.