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THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1949:

28 YEARS IN A CONVENT

The daily life of a silent nun

Her austere cell : Bare boards and whitewashed walls : Sheets

were washed once a year

After 28 years in a convent of a strictly enclosed order of nuns, MONICA BALDWIN, cousin of the late Earl Baldwin, returned to the outside world to take up the threads of ordinary life again. Here, in the second instalment of her story, she describes the austere simplicity of life behind the convent walls.

by

the Adoration of the Magi, a Marriage of St Catherine.

And, behind the prioress's table, a great, tragic conves of child-angela who held chalices beneath

the the wounda of

MONICA BALDWIN the Crucifixion, with weeping

HE first night away Even in the convent, I tortured Chris.

from the convent I nimost invariably experi- spent with an uncle enced this rather childish of plaited rushes hung behind and aunt in Portland-place, thrill on first awakening. London.

Under the pictures n

the narrow benches.

dado

Long. massive, polished dark with age, stood, like the benches, on a platform of boards raised a couple of Inches or so above the level of the four,

It helped me to bound out After dinner somebody of bed when the calling-bell tables, turned on the radio. My changed ruthlessly nt il frst Impulse was to By

quarter to five. from the room, shrieking "Witchcraft !"'

for

the

And nobody

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In such a cell lived Monica Baldwin. In the corner a small earthenware jug and bains her furniture, a prayerstool, one chair and a hard bed.

who hasn't

Nothing here had been quite hanged since it was built 360 feels

years ago. unin-

The

thick paned Kame in

wonder that the walls (ten minutes of it were enough. windows Jatuced

overlooked

saturated with the to send me speeding same high wolled seemed the

bare gak silent aspirations, the unspoken search of oxygen) to the domed

sorrows--sometimes Renaissanco church, with garden; the

so many human altar of apricot-coloured tables were set with the Famoys and

pewter and pronien-ol pistes of linted brown earthen mugs

gramophone had been in tried it can imagine its earlier and most ex- how disinclined one crucinting stages when I for bounding at that band gone behind the con- spiring hour, especially vent walls 28 years before, winter, when your sponge is It was, I suppose, inevi- a frozen fosall and you have table that the

the fee in your room in tamash which I was

put to sleep waterjug with your hair- appenred

me almost brush handle before you can

wash. palatially luxurious.

to

A nun's cell la se small that there is only room for herself, tiny chest of

IL

drawers, and

EL

prayer.

a minute

stool, one chair, folding table, and a hard

Ittle bed.

1 remember, as a novice, how much difficulty had in getting accustomed to the rough woollen sheets, which incredible as it may neem-wero washed unly ouce a year.

There is no washstand; Instead, s small oarthen- ware jug and basin stand in a corner on the floor. Bare boards and plain white- washed walls intensify the austerity..

Once I was appointed to do for a time, which the calling n.cont getting up half an hour carlier

the then

rest the community.

пато

marble and windows.

away in

its

stained glass

hearts.

For nuns, after all, are only

until a kind of High up at the back of the mysitcal death has taken place church and over the lay sisters" In the earthly nature, resulting chapel was the long, beauti-

SHE COULD be human, and

unpleasant

FURTHER along the cloister important-looking double into the Com-

of

doors opened munity Room.

It gave one an odd, ghostly feeling to tiptoe about all alone lighted Jong. Fra that

dimly dormitory of sleepers.

Lis the triumph of what is fully proportioned choir. spiritual over what is merely tuiturat, avoided.

suffering cannot

be

wrought-iron had a fine 11 Krille before it, and the double stallk on row of dark carven

It has been truly said that either side were reflected in a મ the price of parquet floor, so highly poilshed as to suggest the sea of glass

The light from its long row Auffering af - olas! - almost Invariably sanctity. closed windows poured in upon what was practically the living- tom of the nuns.

barc scrubbed to an

In the Apocalypse.

Неге 100, the community

for recreation Assembled the evening, after supper.

In

*

the convent

After ringing the heavy ironi Whitewashed walls; a

Throughout The prioress sat at the top of bell, it is the caller's duty to go boarded floor, Found from cell to cell, épenlag ench door just wide enough to unbelievable degree of spot- the long row of tables with the except in the nuns' cells, which

The Mother Sub- nurs down elther side.

bear

the answer when she lessness, offers The inorning salutation prioress

were as stanil as possible--one the same almo- was met by with sphere of cold. clean spacious-

could be thoroughly The rule of silence no longer

of Dro gratias (Thanks he to unpleasant to people, especially held; the walls echoed God).

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nevices, who come in from the laughter and conversation.

uddy garden without wiping their feet.

Here was an ugly. carved aliar with twisted columns and 4

It always amused me to Renaissance

barley-sugar

AN enchanted kingdom

study the different reactions of The various nung to this stern display of aspidistras, and a command of duty.

Berics of narrow oak tables Most of them were already where 60 runs or more could AT the end of the

No one may enter your cell except the Superior, or, splashing by the time I got to should you fall ill, the nun them; but a few-one knew who holds the office of Instinctively which they would a volley of be-needed quite apothecary.

Deo grailares before they could The cell is always a place be persuaded to grunt & sleepy of silence. Drawers, doors, answer from beneath the clothes,

must be

really heavy sleepers and windows opened noiselessly. Outside were apt to be tiresome. Some- times you had to stand, saying white-habited figures move "Deo gratias" at their doors till up and down like shadows. you were nearly hoarse. Not a sound must break the stillness neither the sound

of voices, feet.

nor of passing

The

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*

*

Once a dreadful thing hap pened. Mier A more

than

I COME back usually lengthy effort to elicit

to luxury

JUB

answer, the caller

got worried and entered the cell to investigate.

To her horror she found a NOW, here I was, in un corpse lying stiff beneath the

West End of London, bedclothes. The nun tucked into a nest of pillows died from heart failure during In a down-soft bed, between the night. delicately fragrant linen

sheets..

The room was large and high, with tall, wide win-

COLD CUT like

a

knife

dows; and there were pic. ONE of the things I found it tures on the walls, and mirrors everywhere.

hardest to get used to after I left convent was the Emaliness of people's houses.

The thick-pile rugs struck I suppose

this was because

a note of rich and satisfying the convent where I had spent colour; and for washing most of my life was so large.

Built originally there was a great, deep, blue-veined marble basin, call open courtyard, into which hot and cold grown with the centuries ill it

have sat comfortably,

was the library. enchanted kingdom

cloister

What an for anyone in need (as 1, alos, so often felt myself to be) of an escape!

The

From

Прог the

of dan- parquet to Against the walis, a row of gerously polished

rush-bottomed chairs e ancient cetling beams were

lier heavy

tier upon alternated with plain oak cup- stacked boards in which the nuns might books-each In its way a magle keep their books.

casement opening on the foam of-sometimes perllous seas. Above, the score of so pl prioresses

who had ruled the

library contained, in convent, looked down from un- fact, everything for Instruction glazed canvases-ster, ascetic or enlightenment faces, pale, tight-lipped, tran- possible aspect of the spiritual quil, under their medieval colts te.

and of fine starched linen shadowy veils.

Here the nurs sat sewing lofty. cool, from 9 .m. til 11, and from atmosphere 1.30 p.m. til 3; and again from silence.

4 to 5 pm. It was always "aut

of

upon every

Besides the Great cloister. others, wide, there were two

with their chili of perpetual

There was the stern, sombre that recreation," meaning nothing that was not absolutely chapter house leading through

unavoidable might be said. the stuffy ny sisters' chapel

Bring the machine as well as the man!

A

By Don Taylor

USTRALIA is shaping Skilled Yorkshire workers a new pattern for im- are there to operate the plant.

This amigrants, one in which a

development in of skilled transplanting bodies it had man not only does the same

British workmen across the

round

new

water cascaded from elegant lay clutching two other court-job he did in Britain but world, is tremendously signin

cloister garth may do it on the very ma- cant.,

chine he used.

taps.

yards

and

between its claws.

scale.

in the long run it may well only. factories,

whole townships.

In the convent I had been Here, In winter, the cold cut There is still plenty of room be that not

for the individual immigrant complete with staffs and tami- used to going to bed by the into you like a knife. light of a tiny oil-filled lamp Out of the cloister, heavy out of 120,000 Britons to settle lies, will be transported, but

In Australja since the war, like a small glass ink-pot, calt doors led into the rabbit about half travelled outside the with a wick that could only warren of the kitchen quarters official scheme.

to 1be Infmmary, to the be manipulated with a pin. Refectory, and to the Great But British industry itself

damp vaults below. Now I found An amber- shaded electric reading-lamp The Refectory was the oldest nt my bedside; and there part of the building. To the

jast, I never entered it with were switches which set out a feeling of reverence. other lights burning mira

The wide, open space in the culously in various parts of middle was paved, like the

Not only the jobs, but the It was recently reported, that cloister, with grey and white new factories awalt them, the Bradford Dyers Associa- the room...

fingatones, worn irregular by I leaned back, marvelling daily contact with generations South Wales stool

At Tomago, a surburb of New, tim, Lid. are lasking” for e

and in-cultable location for an indus at the luxury of it all.

of heavily shod feet.

Idustrial city of Newcastle, the try in Victoria," and the Siand- THE THRILL of was ornamented

The massive, beamed ceiling British firm of Courtoulds, Ltd, ard Motor Co., Ltd, at Coven- with sacred is putting up a rayon factory, try, have been discussing plans About 400 men, and their for establishing their works al monograms in low-rellof, and waking up

delicate mouldings whore fantiles, will be brought out -Fishermen's Bond. Melbourne.

had been from Britain to mãn”: the gu Azharp scoutlines

Australia la setting HAVE always felt that blurred by the repeated white machines.

Eventually

plant will style in Empire development Washings of centuries, A

employ about 8,000 people, penak EH BAND The unglazed paintings on In another case, a worsted Britain, and the rest of the you wake up in the morn the walls were such as one soos spinning, plant is being moved Empire, would do woll to fol

"Why build your new towns in Britain?" ask the enthusiasts. "Send out the entire com- la emigrating on an increasing munity--complete with pre- fabricated houseo and public Britons are leaving hoina in buildings": the company of their own

Many British firms have eaj workmates, their families ready tablished new or branch plants to follow,

In Australia:

the moment when first

Ing is the most wonderful in Continental churches: of the 24 hours.

afrom Cleckheaton, Yorkshire, low her lend, Nativliy," Flemish study of lo Shepparton, Victorino

a new

London Express: Seroiday-

ness...

The place breathed allence and consecration.

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