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Sister Anne Beitzinger (Sister Lawrence)
Born: May 27, 1925
Died: March 19, 2015
South Layton Boulevard – home sweet home! Without a doubt this could have been Sister Anne’s theme song since she spent most of her life in this neighborhood, the immediate south side of Milwaukee. George and Anna Zimmerman Beitzinger already had a trio of sons – Florian, Alfons and George – before they were gifted with their last child, a daughter, Anna Marie Barbara, born on May 17, 1925.
The boys were happy and accepting of their little sister and when she was old enough they let tag along to Mitchell Park to play with the rest of the neighborhood kids. Anne loved relating stories about her childhood. Probably the one she enjoyed the most and best described how “tough” she could be is this one:
“I was in third grade. It was winter and the sidewalks and streets were very slippery. I was crossing South 28th Street when I slipped and fell. The next thing I knew, the milk wagon and its horse were beside me and the milkman was lifting me up. He hailed down a car and wanted to take me to the hospital because he feared that his wagon had rolled over my leg and broken it. I insisted on going home because I knew the leg was only bruised and not broken. Sensing that I didn’t want to be the center of attention, he looked at the concerned bystanders and announced, “She’s okay. My horse just kicked her out of our way!’”
The Beitzingers were members of St. Lawrence Parish which was just across the street from St. Joseph Convent. All the children were baptized, confirmed and made their First Holy Communion at St. Lawrence and all graduated from St. Lawrence Elementary School, which was staffed by the School Sisters of St Francis. After graduation from grade school, Anne attended Mercy High School on 29th and Lapham, where the Mercy Sisters taught. She and her good friend Dorothy Bongard were classmates all through their St. Lawrence Elementary and Mercy High School days and together, on September 5, 1943, they both followed their dream and entered St. Joseph Convent. Reception into the School Sisters of St. Francis was June 13, 1944. Anne was thrilled to receive the name of Sister Lawrence – a name that honored her home parish.
For Anne, music was always a part of her life. At the tender age of five she launched her music career by taking piano lessons from the School Sisters of St. Francis in St. Joseph Convent Motherhouse. As a child she never needed to be prodded to sing or play the piano for an adoring audience. It was only natural that she developed and used her talents as a Music major in college and beyond. She became one of the best piano teachers in Alverno College’s Music Department. Her favorite instruments were the keyboards, piano and organ. She had a close relationship with Sister Gerda Moehler, an outstanding violinist in our community. Long hours were spent rehearsing and together they performed music programs for many occasions. As a member of the Chapel Singers, Anne was known for her deep, rich alto range.
With the beginning of the 1946 school year, Sister Anne began her music ministry at St. Martin’s in Chicago and stayed for two years. She worked in the same capacity in Howells and Creighton, Nebraska. Her Nebraska experience was invigorating and she truly enjoyed the wide open spaces where she could sing to the stars, howl at the moon, and whistle with the winds to her heart’s content. Then it was time to begin her years at Madonna High School in Aurora, Illinois, where with encouraging words, gentle nudges, and occasional “You can do or you will do this!” she endeared herself to a chorus of at least 100 girls who produced and recorded quality music. This was an exciting and fun time.
Members of the chorus related that Sister Lawrence could conduct the group without the use of her arms as she had a facial expression to fit all musical scenarios. Raised eyebrows meant “reach for the high notes” and half closed eyes meant “softer.” Pursed lips meant “You’re not singing together” and wide open eyes meant “Sing brightly!” A broad smile indicated the piece was going well, whereas a frown meant “We’ll be going over this in class.” The most vividly remembered look was the squinty-eyed stare which meant “You’re flat!” The complete ensemble – hands, arms, body language, and facial expressions – was a sight to behold, a sight only Whoopi Goldberg could imitate, years later, in the movie “Sister Act”!
Sister Anne brought all her music talent back to St. Joseph Convent-Motherhouse in 1966, directing the Novice Choir and teaching piano at the Boulevard Music Studio in a little house across the street.
While in Milwaukee, other skills surfaced in the area of community finance and leadership roles, where she worked for the Generalate Business Office, then went on to help at the Immaculate Heart of Mary Province in the area of finance and later served on the Wisconsin Provincial Team. Sister Anne also served as the Treasurer for the Carmelites at St. Florian’s. In all, nearly 20 years were spent taking care of “money matters.” Somewhere between all these jobs, she helped open a House of Prayer and cared for her aging mother.
Sister Anne did take time for relaxation and travel opportunities. Memorable trips included one to Switzerland in 1991 and a pilgrimage to Medjugorje in 1993. A year’s sabbatical between 1987 and 1988 was an unforgettable experience, as were several extended retreats in Los Altos, California, and Gloucester, Massachusetts.
In 2005, it was time for Sister Anne to transition into a life of prayer and presence with the sisters at St. Joseph Convent, Campbellsport. It was wonderful to slow down and enjoy the country air and stars again.
In May, 2013 Sister Anne came back to South Layton Boulevard where she could continue her life of prayer and presence and play the keyboard for the sisters at Sacred Heart Convent. Sister Anne, may God reward you for so generously sharing with us your life, your love, and your many talents. We have been blessed! Go now and play and sing a joyful song to the Lord!
Sister Austin Doherty
Born: August 10, 1927
Died: February 8, 2015
Thomas More, the 16th-century statesman and saint, so vividly presented in the play, A Man for All Seasons, said shortly before his death, “Pray for me as I will pray for thee, that we will merrily meet in heaven.” I thought of these words when I heard of Austin’s passing, knowing that now, she is merrily meeting with her Doherty brothers (Francis, James, and Thomas) whom she loved dearly and so yearned to meet again as she went through her last days.
And I thought of these words for another reason: I know she is praying for each person in this chapel right now—especially her Doherty, School Sisters of St. Francis, and Alverno families—helping us see her death as a time to be merry, just as we Irish like to be merry in times of grief. She is saying, with her eyes sparkling and in that certain mischievous way she had, “Listen, buddies, carry on!”
Although I first met Austin when I was a freshman in high school at Pius XI, and later worked many years with her in Academic Affairs at Alverno, I know I can only describe a little of who she was and what she meant to so many. I’ll try to capture a bit of her spirit, and hope you will fill in the gaps with your own full memories. So who was this Austin we want to be merry about?
She was born Mary Austin, one of four children, to Rose and James Doherty, who emigrated to the United States from County Donegal, Ireland; met in New York City; married; and moved to Chicago, Illinois. Rose and James were distant cousins, both with the surname Doherty. This caused the young Mary Doherty much consternation when her teachers insisted that both of her parents couldn’t be Dohertys!
Her father died when she was a little girl. Despite entreaties from relatives in Ireland, her mother decided to stay in Chicago to raise her daughter and three boys. She said, “No child of mine will spend their lives sitting along the hedgerows, watching the cows.” Mary went to Alvernia High School and then worked at Loyola University, and began classes there, too. She joined the School Sisters of St. Francis, finished her undergraduate degree in history at Alverno, and soon began teaching at Pius XI High School while finishing her master’s degree in history at Marquette University. But the School Sisters of St. Francis had other plans for her, asking her to take on a new scholarly direction: to start the psychology program at Alverno College. In the early 1960s, she began another academic endeavor, eventually earning a Ph.D. in psychology from Loyola University.
Austin brought to all her studies a mission: to focus on students and their learning. She was a scholar in the finest sense of the word. She didn't love academic discourse for its own sake, but for our students' sake, and that made her one of the most disciplined, dedicated scholars in the field of education. She pored over journals, books and reports so thoroughly and thoughtfully, always seeking a better understanding of how Alverno could give our students more room and opportunity to grow. When asked, she attributed much of her intense and thorough scholarship to the time she spent at Loyola in Chicago and at Marquette. Because she loved the Jesuits she met and the education she received, we are particularly happy that Father O’Connor has joined us today to celebrate this liturgy and her life.
She certainly challenged the rest of us to be scholarly as well to keep up with her. She inspired us to study, attend, pay attention to the needs of each student, and encourage each to grow and develop. Is there a person in this chapel who wasn’t the recipient of one of her piercing questions that led us to learn more?
She was not a sit-and–reflect-only scholar, but an action-oriented one. This made her one of the most influential educational leaders of the past 50 years. She had more than an idea about how to teach better, and to design and implement a radically new curriculum. She understood how the best ideas on teaching all fit together. And she had more than a discerning eye for teaching talent. She knew how to draw the best from it and connect it with all the other talents on the Alverno faculty.
For Austin, every encounter—whether with a student, faculty or staff member, not to mention with those she met outside the college—became a teachable moment. One former student tells the story about the time she, as a member of a student club, tried to sell Austin some candy bars to raise money for a certain cause. Austin would always generously provide some funds, but first she would ask, “Now tell me why you think I should buy this? What’s your rationale? What might pull me into your cause? Now tell me what you think?” She was, of course, helping this student practice using the abilities in this very everyday interaction, and she did so with an infectious smile that delighted the students. Most never forgot these teachable moments.
She was also a feminist in the best sense of the word. She never felt obliged to say women were as good as, or better than, men. Nor did she settle for the argument that women were simply different, learned differently, worked together differently, and so on. The feminism that lived in her heart was the realization that the dreams and talents of young girls and young women are every bit as valuable to this world as those of their brothers. Women and girls deserved the chance to develop them and put them to work without prejudice and stereotype. And if you have the sense that that's a critical part of Alverno's culture, give Austin the credit she's due for it. She had an extraordinary engagement with Alverno students, rooting students onward, challenging them higher. She drew energy from them, gave it back freely, and relished every single minute.
She had many talents, and some that few people knew about. For instance, did you know she was a whiz at shorthand and was also an accomplished seamstress? She could fashion all kinds of lovely outfits out of simple cloth. And that was a good thing, because she never seemed to master the art of cooking. I think it was the Irish thing again. To her, a meal was an excuse to have great conversation, so why waste time in preparation?
It was also important to Austin that she was a religious sister, a School Sister of Saint Francis, in particular. She was deeply committed to the life of community that she had with Sisters Joel Read, Georgine Loacker, Margaret Earley, Margaret Buscher, J. Delores Brunner, and all the rest of us. She looked after her fellow sisters with a candor, care and unconditional love that inspired.
She also saw the beauty of creation and the wisdom of simplicity that St. Francis epitomized. She understood that, above all else, Francis was a reformer, and so it was perfectly plausible to her that she and her Alverno colleagues should gently and lovingly attempt not to just remake Alverno, but also to return all of higher education to its student-centered roots.
Finally, Austin was Irish to the core. Remember how she loved her brothers and touted them without reservation as the most outstanding men in the world? Remember the way she would punch you lightly in the arm and start out, "Listen, buddy," whenever she wanted to playfully scold you for something you had said or done? Or remember the zest she had for travel and connecting with different cultures, and the joy she took in drama and music? A colleague once asked her if she had ever read the book, How the Irish Saved Western Civilization. Without missing a beat she replied, “I thought they created it.”
So, dear Austin, we know you are with us as we grieve your loss. Help us feel you poking us in the shoulder, saying “Get on with it! There’s still lots to do in this life to serve our students and our colleagues. So get on with it.” But know that I am praying for you right now, as you do for me, that we will merrily meet in heaven.
By Sister Kathleen O’Brien
Sister Loretta Jo Geigel (Agathella)
Born: May 1, 1910
Died: November 19, 2014
“What is so rare as a day in May when supposedly a baby girl is found in a May basket at the back door?” That is what my mother said. But the fact is, three months after I arrived, my mother became very sick, actually delirious for almost a week with typhoid fever, contracted by using water from a contaminated well. In her delirium, Mother lost all her memory of present events. She could never tell about the birth of this baby girl. But how wonderful to think I might have come in a May basket! At that time, I boosted the family to five girls and three boys. Soon after, two more boys arrived to even the family to five girls and five boys.
In a rural district with lots of fresh air and garden produce, I grew up fast and found myself in a Catholic school, learning the German alphabet by finding and circling the letters in a section of the German newspaper. This was fun, like looking for someone in a game of hide-and-seek . The saga was short lived, as I found myself in a one-room country school (all eight grades), and of all things, my oldest sister as the teacher, the principal, and everything else. Oh my, I just had to know my lessons.
The time came to do the big move to the city. All the family now lived in a one-flat, five-room house. What a change from what we were used to. City life had many attractions for us, especially the marvel of the streetcar. How did they work? Every time I heard a rumble of the streetcar, I would scoot out to the street to see down three blocks, but all too late, for by that time, the streetcar had passed the intersection. After some time, we learned to joyride the streetcar to the end of the line and back for only six cents, half price!
Next came the wonder of moving into a brand new house. We left our home on the south side of the city and moved to a two-story house on the north side. To us it was a castle. School also was a new adventure, only two grades in one room. With all the moving we experienced, I wasn’t up to the standards of the parish school staffed by the Sisters of Charity of Silver Lake. I had to repeat the second half of the third grade. I thought that was a shame to my family. Now I see it as a help to the rest of my school years, especially since I had begun school a year ahead of the standard age.
Our vacations were most enjoyable, real vacations for my sister and two brothers. We all had our several daily chores, but after those, many an afternoon was spent at the north side beach of Lake Michigan. We also went on hikes into the woods, putting into practice our Boy Scout and Girl Scout knowledge. There, in the swampy area, we caught frogs and crabs, built bonfires, roasted potatoes, and feasted on frog legs, now a delicacy in restaurants. We always brought home wildflowers for Mother, who was anxiously awaiting our safe return. Of course, we also enjoyed games with the kids on our block.
Throughout the last year of grade school, I was determined to follow my older sister, Sister Adjutora, into religious life. After the summer of 1924, I said goodbye to the family and, accompanied by my sister, I arrived at St. Joseph Convent in the late afternoon of August 14. Do you remember the old entrance on the boulevard and the steps leading up to the door? At the top of the stairs, my sister stopped, turned me around, and said, “I came up with you now, but I won’t go back down with you.” She added our Lord’s words: “No one who puts his hand to the plow and turns back is fit for the Kingdom.” Since then I have thought that over many, many times. After two years in the candidature, I was accepted into the Novitiate Class of 1926 and received the name of Sister Agathella. I was privileged to remain in the novitiate and finish high school.
My assignments took me to Minnesota, Illinois and, Wisconsin, teaching in the primary grades. Because of a permanent hearing deficiency problem that developed during the years, I was asked to help in some areas of work, to help as a homemaker on one of our bigger mission convents. Soon, I found myself as the homemaker for three sisters in Winfield, Illinois.
In 1951, a problem disturbed the quiet atmosphere at Winfield: It was urgent that a kindergarten class be opened at the school. With a classroom available in the school, the pastor encouraged its use for this purpose. Engaging a teacher posed a problem. Hearing the discussion between the pastor and principal, I offered my experience if that proved satisfactory. In a few weeks, a sister homemaker arrived from Milwaukee, and I was relieved of my double duty as teacher and homemaker.
It was in 1978, after 50 years of teaching the primary grades , that I retired and moved to Marian Hall where, for the next 23 years, I served as the sacristan and volunteered in the maintenance areas, cleaning rooms and stairways.
In autumn 2002, at the spry age of 92, I moved to Campbellsport to relax, spend extra time with the Lord, visit the sisters, listen to music, sew, and do needlepoint and other fancywork.
NOTE: Along with many of the other Sisters who lived at St. Joseph Convent in Campbellsport, Sister Loretta Jo, at the age of 104, moved to Sacred Heart Convent where she spent the last lap of her life in prayer and presence with the community she so loved and served. She wrote this autobiography when she was 93.
Sister Loretta Jo, thank you for living your life with us. You taught us so much as you put your hand to the plow and never looked back. You truly are fit for the Kingdom! --Sister M. Louette Guenther
Associate Robert L. Haeussler
Born: July 3, 1939
Died: November 16, 2014
Bob Haeussler was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He grew up in Pasadena California. In 1959 he married Tina de los Cobos. For the next 15 years he attended Pasadena City College and California State University in Los Angeles in the evening after working a full-time job. This enabled him to advance in his career with the City of Pasadena, and ultimately with the State of California Board of Equalization. His career spanned 44 years with the highlight being the opening of the Branch Office in Laguna Hill. He was promoted to manager of the office where he ran its operation for 10 years until his retirement in 2002.
As a husband and father, Bob was dedicated to the wants and needs of his family. At Tina and Bob’s fiftieth wedding anniversary, the children and grandchildren told wonderful stories of their childhood. Later, visits by them to Bob and Tina’s home were treasured experiences. Tina and Bob celebrated 55 years of marriage this past October. For years Bob’s brother lived with Tina and Bob. After his death, Bob invited his elderly uncle to live with them. The love and respect shown to his brother and later to his uncle was remarkable.
When he retired, Bob donated his services to St. Timothy Parish, where he joined Gary Carlson and Gene Griffith (now deceased) assisting in the pastoral outreach program. As a team, they worked effectively and provided much expertise to the parish family. Later, as first president of the St. Vincent de Paul Society at St. Timothy, he quietly listened to endless stories of persons experiencing financial problems, homelessness, and personal problems. He then would analyze the situation and would offer hope with possible solutions. Because Tina worked in the food bank at the parish, they spent endless hours developing programs and procedures to assist those in need.
About 20 years ago, Sister Bernice Petronaitis invited Bob and Tina to be School Sisters of St. Francis associates. For years the spring garage sale benefitting the School Sisters of the Southwest was held at the home of Bob and Tina, as were monthly meetings.
Throughout the years the associates have been involved in the Christmas Giving Tree project. This has been an extensive program involving the parishioners of St. Timothy Parish in which gift certificates are given to five different organizations benefitting the needy and in which new clothes are given to as many as 120 homeless persons. For years gift cards have been sent to the School Sisters living in the Southwest. Bob and Tina have been a vital part of this program.
Many of the sisters enjoyed the wonderful hospitality provided by Tina and Bob during their visits to Orange County. They loved to entertain and provided travel for visiting sisters. Tina and Bob’s generosity will be fondly remembered.
Bob was an excellent listener, a careful analyzer, and therefore was able to provide excellent advice and reflections. So now, we will remember this generous, kind, and wise man “who acted justly, loved tenderly, and walked humbly with his God.”
Written by Sister Agnes M. Steiner
Sister Martinus Kullowitsch
Born: February 4, 1928
Died: January 28, 2015
It was on September 15, 2013, that we celebrated the life of Sister Georganne Kullowitsch, and today we celebrate her younger sister Mary, who was not only her sibling, but was also her best friend, her confidant and shadow. As we listened to Sister Georganne’s life story, we learned that God blessed George and Anna Kullowitsch with eight children, of which five died as infants. A daughter, Anna, was the third child, followed by Therese—Sister Georganne. On February 4, 1928, their fifth baby, Mary, made her earthly debut.
Little Mary claimed she wasn’t spoiled, but always boasted about feeling very much loved, cared for, and wanted as she grew up with her two older sisters. They taught her how to read and write before she attended school. Her favorite toy was a child’s blackboard on which she played word games. Each of the girls was assigned certain daily chores around the house. Mary was responsible for dusting the table legs and cleaning the stairways—both chores she could work at while reading a book.
An incident in Mary’s childhood made such a strong impression on her future that she wrote it in her journal. “A child on our street could not go to school because she babbled constantly, but this child visited our mother daily, received something to eat and was happy. In return, her mother became our mother’s witness when our mom became a citizen. This kindness to a handicapped child impressed me and inspired me to always be kindest to the most neglected and shyest child in the classroom or on the playground. I played games with them where all could participate.”
Mary attended St Martin’s grade school where she shadowed her favorite teacher, Sister Patrice. One day Sister Patrice turned to her and said, “Mary, you are going to the convent!” Mary thought, “Great, I’ll tell this to Therese!” Upon hearing it, Therese responded, “You are not going without me.” So it was, on August 28, 1942 that Ma and Pa Kullowitsch brought Therese and Mary to St. Joseph Convent in Milwaukee.
Reception into the School Sisters of St Francis was on June 13, 1945. Mary requested and received the name Sister Martinus, in honor of their home parish, St Martin’s. Upon enrollment at Alverno College, as a second year novice, Sister Martinus was asked to list the major and minor she would want to pursue. She requested a History major and a Science minor, but was given an English major and Math, Latin and Social Studies minors. In her good natured way she said, “Well, I’ve just learned my first lesson in college: how to give up my ideas!”
Sister Martinus was a born teacher. She loved it! After eight happy years teaching grades two and five, she was sent to St. Benedict’s High School in Chicago to teach English and other subjects she could capably teach. Given her bubbly personality, she could teach anything. Later she was sent to teach at Pius XI High School in Milwaukee. Because of her mother’s failing health, she only stayed two years at Pius and then returned to St. Ben’s in Chicago. She and Sister Georganne were able to assist their dad in caring for their mom.
After 25 years of teaching, Sister Martinus was ready for a new challenge – development work, specifically, the raising of funds for Catholic schools. She was hired by the Maryknoll Foreign Mission Society, which was opening churches and schools in Asia and Africa. She loved this work, especially the silence and solitude of a one-person office where she updated diocesan directories, prepared income and expense reports, and made weekly deposits.
The Kullowitschs were a very closely knit family. Some of the relatives had moved to Florida. According to Sister Martinus, at the advanced age of 60, she gathered her courage and asked Sister Georganne if she would join her and drive to Florida where they could share an apartment and each would work at their separate ministries as the bishop’s administrative assistant and in tutoring at Catholic institutions.
Being able to speak and understand German, and having a Europass were great assets for them. During the 1960s Sister Georganne and Sister Martinus had the opportunity to learn firsthand about their ancestry as they travelled throughout Austria, visiting relatives and seeing their parents’ homeland. Then it was on to Switzerland, Germany, and Rome. An unforgettable experience!
For both of them, 2007 was a year of transition. Both were experiencing health problems. Sister Martinus had to be hospitalized on three occasions. It was time to come back north. Sister Martinus convinced Sister Georgeann that retirement—a life of prayer and presence with the Sisters at St. Joseph Convent, Campbellsport—would be a good thing. It didn’t take long for either of them to adjust to their new life. In May 2013, both moved to Sacred Heart Convent where they continued to share a room together and a life of prayer and presence with the sisters. For Sister Georganne, it was a return to the place where she began her ministry. For Sister Martinus, it meant getting to know a new group of sisters with whom she could share her stories and the one-liners which came so quickly.
Sister Martinus, you have spent many years as a School Sister of St. Francis being the face the Gospel to countless people. What a happy and smiling face you have been! Go now and be with your parents and other family members and all the wonderful people you helped along the way.
Sister Marianelle Lies
Born: September 23, 1921
Died: March 15, 2015
Sister Marianelle was born on September 23, 1921, to Barbara and Michael Lies in Naperville, Illinois. Her baptismal name was Genevieve, and she was the sixth of 11 children.
With so many brothers and sisters, Genevieve never lacked friends. She once said that although they were economically poor, they were rich because they experienced so much love from their parents and each other.
Besides praying and working together, playing, climbing trees and jumping fences, music was the bond that tied their lives together. Genevieve had a natural aptitude for music. When she was very young, a friend gave the family a piano and Genevieve began to play by ear. Later, a cousin gave her piano lessons. Her musical and academic gifts were nurtured by the School Sisters of St. Francis at Annunciation School in Big Woods, Illinois, and at St. Michael’s School in Wheaton.
By 1936, Genevieve knew that she wanted to be a School Sisters of St. Francis, and she entered the aspirancy at St. Joseph Convent in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She was formally received into the community in 1940 and given the name Sister Marianelle.
After making first vows, Sister was sent to her first mission as a musician at St. Martin’s School in Chicago, Illinois. It was here that she not only taught violin, piano, and primary school music, but also continued her own education in the teaching of music. Experience was her teacher, and she often learned the hard but true way—from her mistakes.
In 1946, Sister Marianelle was sent to Mississippi. She taught in Yazoo City, and later in Holly Springs and Walls. At all the southern missions, the sisters lived and worked among the poorest of the poor. Theirs was truly a community endeavor, as they went about supporting the students and the students’ families spiritually and educationally, even trying to meet their social and economic needs. Music was the ribbon that tied together all their endeavors, and while the sisters worked for nothing and with very few materials, they and their students produced captivating concerts and even formed a marching band—complete with baton twirlers!
After leaving Mississippi, Sister Marianelle continued teaching music in schools in Illinois, Nevada, and Wisconsin.
Then in the mid-1980s, Sister joined the computer age and began to help establish a computer program at Santa Maria Addolorata School in Chicago. Once again, experience proved to be her best teacher as she learned about the world of technology.
In May of 1996, Sister began to long for a time when she could simply live a life of prayer and presence. She wanted time to read, write, meditate, and spend time praising God. She was convinced that the angels helped her to make the decision to stop teaching. After retiring, she lived first with other retired sisters at St. Joseph Convent in Campbellsport, Wisconsin, and then spent her final years at Our Lady of the Angels Convent in Greenfield.
Now she has joined her family, members of the community who have preceded her, and the whole community of angels and saints who make music in the presence of God all the day long.
Sister Shirley Marie Patzelt
Born: July 30, 1936
Died: February 27, 2015
I feel very honored to share with you the life of Sister Shirley in her own words given at the time of her 60th Jubilee in 2013:
“I was born on July 30, 1936, to Christine and Edward Patzelt, two of the most wonderful and amazing parents that a child could ever imagine. Even though the doctors advised Mom not to have more children after serious complications the previous year during the birth of my brother, Edward, Mom said, ‘Just one more.’ So here I am!
“Edward and I were two normal kids, good sometimes and not so good other times. My memories of early childhood are ones of the family fun we had and the values we learned from Mom and Dad.
“In 1942, we moved from Berwyn to Forest Park, Illinois. At St. Bernardine School, I met the School Sisters of St. Francis. We loved our kindergarten teacher, Sister Theodolph. Back then we even had kindergarten graduation. My first grade teacher was Sister Audrey Rymars, who announced to my mother that I was going to St. Joseph Convent after 8th grade. Of course, Mom was thrilled. From that day on, my teachers reminded me of my destiny. It didn’t matter much to the sisters that during 7th and 8th grade, my classmate Norman and I sort of fell in love. After graduation, in August 1950, Sister Anthelma, Mom and Dad, and my trunk and I left for St. Joseph Convent. My brother didn’t come; he had said, ‘Oh, I’ll give you a week and you’ll be calling Mom and Dad to bring you home.’
“But there was no turning back for me. On June 13, 1953, I was received and given the name Sister Emilienne. Then on September 10, 1954, God called my mother home to heaven, but as we celebrated my First Profession the following year, on June 21, 1955, my family and I knew that Mom was with us in spirit.
“From 1955 to the 1990s, I made wonderful memories of my years on mission: in Wisconsin at St. John the Baptist in Muscoda; in Illinois at St. William, Chicago; at St. Beatrice, Schiller Park; at St. Paul of the Cross, Park Ridge; and at the Bartlett Learning Center.
“I was choir director and organist at Resurrection Life Center for almost 27 years; case manager for teens at Maryville Stepping Stones Program; case manager for teenage parents who were wards of the State of Illinois-Ulich Parenting Teen Program; director of admissions at Resurrection Life Center; and most recently, as administrative assistant at the Maryville Children’s Crisis Center and Medical Center, where I had the added joy of providing music therapy.
“It was not hard to go to work every morning. The dedication and love shown to these children by the nurses and staff is exceptional. I liked to call these children ‘angels’ and we walked there on holy ground.
“Lastly, I would like to say what a blessing to have shared so much of my journey with two of the best friends ever, Sister Kate Brenner and Sister Barbara Forster, who never failed to encourage me, and like good friends do, laugh, cry, pray, and play together.
“The greatest gift of my entire journey of 60 years has been in sharing in the life and mission of the School Sisters of St. Francis and knowing that, with God’s grace, we will continue to reach out beyond ourselves and answer the call wherever it may lead us.”
As I continue to contemplate and celebrate Shirley’s life, the word that best describes her is “presence.” She was always present to the other. Her life had a single strain: to see Jesus in every human being. Nothing kept her from singing. Her life was a song!
By Sister Kate Brenner
Sister Helen Pisors (Sister de Porres)
Born: March 31, 1926
Died: December 30, 2014
Helen Pisors, daughter of George Pisors and Agnes Fitzmorris, was born on March 31, 1926, in Kansas City, Missouri. Shortly afterward, the family moved to Chicago, Illinois, where Helen grew up, receiving her elementary education at Our Lady of Mercy and St. Viator’s Schools. It was at Alvernia High School where she became acquainted with the School Sisters of St. Francis and felt the call to enter this community. Prior to reception in June 1944, Helen indicated the three choices of a name by which she would be known in religious life. Her first choice was Sister de Porres, second choice, Sister de Porres, and third choice, Sister de Porres.
She was given the name of Sister de Porres and, for the rest of her life, she did “strive to bear it in a worthy manner” through her life for and dedication to the African-American people of Holy Angels, Chicago, Illinois, and Holly Springs, Mississippi.
As time went on, Helen also realized that she was being called to serve those of the Latin American culture, and she spent 10 years in Bogotá, Colombia, teaching, ministering to the sick, homebound, and orphaned. Her return to the United States following this 10-year commitment was not without its challenges, especially since her understanding of poverty had taken on a very different connotation. When asked about the greatest challenge as she saw it, her answer was “…it is hard not to become discouraged with the situation in the United States that presents material prosperity and selfish satisfaction as the highest goals in life.” When asked what qualities she thought were necessary, her answer was, “Recognition that the people with whom you minister have much more to offer and teach you than you to them, the ability to live simply and to enter into the lives of others.”
After Helen decided that it was time to retire from teaching, she spent a few years in Walls, Mississippi, doing volunteer work. This was followed by her move to St. Joseph Convent in Campbellsport and, just six months ago, to Sacred Heart. Her final journey toward union with God was entered into just a few days ago with that journey completed on December 30.
Helen, we now continue our celebration of your life and your commitment to “giving, healing and defending life” (Response in Faith), and we celebrate the hope you have planted in our world.
Sister Mary Pisors, her sister
Sister Sarabeth Prindle (Sister Seraphin)
Born: July 29, 1927
Died: March 20, 2015
Sister Sarabeth was originally called Betty Jane when she was born on July 29, 1927, in Quincy, Illinois. Her parents, Preston and Lulu Patterson Prindle, were both from Missouri – just across the Mississippi River from Quincy. Betty Jane was the youngest of three children; big brother, Paul and big sister, Vivian. Betty later became aunt to Paul’s seven sons and Vivian’s daughter, Bonnie, who is with us today. In her young, growing years, the Quincy public schools offered this interested young learner, Betty, a fine elementary and secondary education.
After high school, Betty’s life took a different path from that of her family. She attended Quincy College, a Catholic Franciscan College, and there was drawn to Catholicism. At the age of 19, she received instructions and was baptized on May 8, 1946, at St. Boniface Church by a Franciscan priest. Her full baptismal name was Elizabeth Jane. The following year, she continued instructions for First Eucharist and Confirmation.
After Confirmation, before two years were up, Betty felt a calling to religious life, specifically to the School Sisters of St. Francis. God was leading her to Himself, following in the footsteps of St. Francis. She entered St. Joseph Convent here in Milwaukee in 1949 after receiving her bachelor’s degree, and so was one of the “older postulants” in her class. She was received into the Order on June 13, 1950, receiving the new name, Sister Seraphin, the name she requested after one of her admired Franciscan Fathers of Quincy College, Fr. Seraphin.
Sister’s mission years began as a secondary teacher at Madonna High School in Aurora, Illinois, in 1952. There she taught Latin and as moderator of the secular Third Order of St. Francis, she inspired several religious vocations, one being Sister Jo Ann Miller. Sister Sarabeth was known to be an excellent teacher and loved by her students. She had a curious mind, was highly intelligent and naturally gifted in many ways, always seeking to learn more and broadened her perspective and global grasp.
Throughout her prime mission years, she taught in several secondary schools besides Madonna High School. Among them were Holy Redeemer High School in Milwaukee, Ryan High School in Omaha, and Boylan High School in Rockford. Some years later, when Madonna became Aurora Central Catholic High School, she returned for some time as a counselor.
After several years of high school teaching, Sister Sarabeth returned to her hometown, Quincy, and served in the Quincy College library for a few years. And after that she did counseling in one of the Quincy public schools.
Back in Milwaukee in the ’80s, she was a counselor/social worker at Holy Family Retirement Home, followed by a job as a clerk at Maryhill Retirement Center. In 1986-87 she worked as a crisis hotline counselor for Family Service of Milwaukee. From there she volunteered service at St. Joseph Convent in Campbellsport for three years before returning to Milwaukee to be a receptionist and private tutor. By this time, in the 1990s, sisters from India were coming to the United States for education at Alverno and Sister Sarabeth became a favored English language tutor. Sister Paulita Chandy is one, forever grateful for her insights and caring assistance, and eternally grateful to Sarabeth, who saved her life one July 4th when she was choking!
Over the years, Sister Sarabeth accepted every challenge life offered her, no matter how difficult. Returning to Campbellsport for fuller assistance in her later years, she continued to deal with both physical and mental challenges. These she met head on. Finally a stroke left her entirely unable to speak or care for herself, yet her keen mind always continued its search for more and no doubt this inability to speak was a heavy burden for her to sustain. Everyone caring for her came to respect and value her patient acceptance of her day-to-day experiences. Then last September, along with other Campbellsport Sisters, she returned to Milwaukee and spent her last six months at Sacred Heart Convent.
As a daughter of St. Francis, Sister Sarabeth gave her all to God, in whose name she served and lived out her commitment for a few months short of 65 years. Sister Sarabeth, may God richly reward you and bestow His favor upon you a hundred-fold. You are loved. Go now in peace and claim your reward!
Sister Helen Therese Salus
Born: October 16, 1921
Died: January 6, 2015
Sister Helen Therese, formerly known as Sister Emile, was born in 1921 in Indiana Harbor, Indiana, to John and Theresa Salus. She was the third child of five: three girls and two boys. Her parents were very religious people and her mother made sure that they learned their prayers before they started school. When she was old enough, she attended Assumption School in Indiana Harbor, where she was taught by the School Sisters of St. Francis. She attributed her vocation to Sister Antonelda Zilla, her third grade teacher, whom she said was kind and gentle.
After completing her elementary education, she entered the School Sisters of St. Francis community in 1936 at the age of 14. She was received as a novice in 1939.
Sister Helen Therese spent her teaching career in Illinois, Indiana, and Wisconsin. Her first year of teaching, due to unforeseen circumstances, was spent as a “floating teacher.” She taught at four different schools that year, and to her surprise, all went well. Sister Jutta just said, “Mother Corona was very happy to have a sister she could put where she needed her.” The sisters at each place where she taught were most kind, understanding, and helpful.
Teaching was her first love and her students knew that their progress was very important to her. If a child was bullied by some of the students, they could count on her being there for them.
In the spring of 1987, she was one of the teachers awarded special recognition as Outstanding Teacher of the Year in the Fifth Congressional District of Chicago.
Sister served full time in the ministry of Catholic education for 48 years as teacher or principal. Later, she also worked as sacristan, did substitute teaching, and a variety of other services in the convent. She also enjoyed doing garden work.
Sister’s many activities were curtailed in October of 2000, when a by-pass on her right leg was not successful and her leg had to be amputated. God was good to her and she was able to accept her cross graciously. She attributed her good progress to the many prayers that were said for her. She thanked God that she had a good mind, good eyesight, and strong arms. She felt she could still do many things.
In November of 2000, Sister was transferred to Campbellsport for continued healing and assistance. Progress was slow, and the promise to walk was never fulfilled.
After a short time, her left leg became a problem and amputation of that leg was suggested. Sister Helen Therese started to pray to her deceased family members with great confidence that they would not let her down. The doctor had been sure that she would lose the left leg, but by her next visit to the doctor, the sores were healed and there was no need for another amputation.
During her 14 years here at Campbellsport, Sister treasured her extra time for prayer and other religious activities. She did jobs for different departments and also tutored sisters from Central America and India in the English language as well as tutoring an employee in reading. She was very interested and concerned with United States politics and did her share of writing letters to government officials, expressing her opinions.
She had a wonderful trip on the occasion of her 75th Jubilee and had many beautiful memories to share. She had things very well planned and as usual, she managed very well with her wheelchair during her travels.
Sister Helen Therese, you traveled into eternity with great swiftness. You are now whole in the presence of the Holy One. Be at peace. With continued confidence in the power of prayer, we now ask you to remember us in your prayers.