When Sister Christina was a postulant and novice, I had the pleasure of being her “on-the job-trainer”! The two of us worked in Housekeeping. As you may guess through Sr. Christina’s blog, surely there would be many adventures.
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On one particular day, we went down to the break room for coffee. Sister Christina pulled in her chair. As we were visiting, she got to talking with her hands!!!!
Normally, that would not be an issue. However, it becomes an issue when you have a glass of red juice (Kool-Aid) in your hand.
In talking, all of a sudden, the red juice flew from the glass onto the table, on the floor, and in the air. We all scrambled to grab dishcloths, paper towels, napkins, or whatever we could get to, as quickly as possible as the red sea traveled everywhere. Sister Christina ran from the room like a rabbit shot out of a cannon as did I (to get things to clean up). Our co-worker sat in shock. When the red sea was finally contained, we noticed that her white blouse was no longer just another plain white blouse. It was covered with pink polka dots.
This has been a tale that has been told over the years, as we laughingly refer to as “the red juice incident.”
When Sister Christina left to go out to Rugby with Sr. Genevieve to complete her training in the Novitiate program, I brought her a gift for coffee breaks up there. Now, I’m sure you can imagine this gift was quite funny to the two of us – it was juice boxes with straws and a juice box holder, along with a demonstration on how not to squeeze the middle when putting the juice box into the holder.
Sr. Genevieve looked at the two of us who, of course, were chuckling away. Then, Sister Christina and I re-created the red juice incident for her.
Working with Sister Christina was a joy; we shared many chuckles and laughs and her Captain still misses her. And that’s another story for her to share.
Karen Bladow
Hankinson, ND
Our Franciscan Fiat 