In the mid-1960s, I was a young Sister teaching at St. John the Baptist Byzantine Catholic School in Bridgeport, Conn. Although some details remain fuzzy, I vividly recall a rare opportunity arising for several of us to venture a day trip to New York City during Christmas break.
We were excited and looked forward to this unexpected “get-away.”
Once we arrived, we set our sights on Rockefeller Center with its majestic tree holding court over the ice rink. We watched skaters gliding to Christmas carols echoing from the great organ. Next came the Creche at St. Patrick Cathedral, and finally a visit to the magical Christmas windows of Macy’s.
The day was frigid, the snow was churning, and the sights and sounds of these New York favorites did not disappoint!
We “checked out” all the enchanting Christmas displays, and with long robes, mantles, and veils swirling in a winter snow squall, we headed toward Macy’s revolving doors.
Out of the corner of my eye, and within earshot, several young college-age fellows were chuckling and one commented, “Look, there go the Flying Nuns.”
Well, let’s just say, I couldn’t let this one go! I made a swift U-turn away from the moving door, and quickly came face-to face with the “perpetrators.”
Feeling impish, I smiled sweetly and said, “I can’t believe that you guys watch that show at your age?”
They were a little embarrassed and stumbling for words as I quickly swung around and disappeared into the wonderful sights and sounds of Christmas at Macy’s!
