I wish to tell you how St. Vincent’s has impacted my life. When I had my first child, a son, who was born in 1941, I was very young, and I was ill a lot. When he was ready to come home, I was unable to take care of him, and someone at the hospital asked me if I would like to let him be cared for at St. Vincent’s.

I was not Catholic at the time, but I knew he would be care for, so I agreed. While he was there, I was able to visit him and hold him, and bond with him. The nun who cared for him was named Sr. Beata (I’ll never forget her). When I was able to take him home, she told me she would like to see him some times, so I would take him back for some time, while she would keep up with us.

 She asked me if I would like to have him baptized, and I said yes, but when I said I wasn’t Catholic, she said in order to do it, I would have to take instruction about the Catholic faith. She told me the nearest church, for where I lived, was St. Anselm’s on 61st and Michigan. I went there, and met the nuns who instructed and became a regular student. My son and I were both baptized in the Rectory, on December 7, 1941. Later that evening, I learned about Pearl Harbor.

I have been a parishioner of Holy Family Church for over 50 years now, and still am thankful to St. Vincent’s.