Dear Marie Grace (Trudy) 🥰
I don’t think I ever peel a potato or mop my kitchen floor that I don’t think of you. All those pots and pans, stirring big cooking pans at the stoves, making coffee in the urns, working in the bread room, scrubbing the red tile kitchen floors, and “talking” with you when we novices weren’t supposed to…and seeing Sister Claver appear at the open hallway windows! Not to mention the laughter you so graciously shared and caused!!! You certainly were preparing for your career down the road. Your compassion and kindness nurtured so many of us. God bless you.