Looking through an old ‘scrap book’ from my high-school days, I took a trip down memory lane. It’s amazing what simple pictures can do to the archived files in ones memory bank! Memories, good and bad, that I will never forget. I remember Mother Teresa, our Principal, a beautiful nun but one tough lady! Mother Dolorosa so frustrated at her failure to get maths into my head, Mother Philip who taught me Latin and History, Mother Carmel and all the other dedicated teachers of Loreto Convent, Valley Road. I remember drawing cartoons in the middle of a Geography lesson and I remember using chalk on my white canvas tennis shoes trying to make them ‘look’ white after a game of netball. All memories that bring a smile to my face but when I remember the last day before the school holidays, I cannot hold back my tears.
Excitement filled the air that day. We all arrived at school with our miniature tins of furniture polish and duster as every pupil had to pack her books and polish her wooden desk. At mid-morning we all lined up for Mass. What brings a tear to my eye is remembering the hymn we all sung together at the end of Mass. It was our Holiday Hymn. We loved it and all the girls and all the nuns and teachers sung it with their heart and soul putting feeling and emotion into every line. I still remember the words:
Mother of all that is pure and glad, All that is bright and blest, As we have taken our toil to thee, So will we take our rest. Take thou and bless our Holiday. O Causa Nostrae Laetitiae.
Airs that are soft and a cloudless sky, We would owe all to Thee, Speak to Thy Son as Thou didst of old, That feast day in Galilee. Tell Him our needs in Thine own sweet way, O Causa Nostrae Laetitiae.
Be with us, Mother, from morn till eve, Thou and Thy Blessed Son, Keep us from all that is grief to you, ‘Till the weeks and months are run. Thine be we still, when grave or gay, O Causa Nostrae Laetitiae.
Smile upon all that is dear to us, Smile on our school and home, Smile on the days we are passing now, Smile on the years to come. Brighten our work and gladden our play, O Causa Nostrae Laetitiae.
Keep us in all that is blest of God, Give us the joys that endure, Lips that have smiles and words for all, Hearts that are kind and pure; So wilt Thou be by night and day, O Causa Nostrae Laetitiae.
Come when earth’s tears and smiles are o’er, Mother of peace and love, Show to us Him who is joy to earth, And joy to the hosts above. So shall we laugh in the latter day, O Causa Nostrae Laetitiae