SSMN Celebrate Founders Day

November 11, 2018
On Nov. 11, 2018, the Sisters began a year of preparation for our 200th anniversary in 2019. Shown are some of the Sisters preparing to cook baked apples and baked potatoes which, according to tradition, formed the first supper eaten by the first two Sisters. We also have featured a photo of Mother Emilie Kemen, the leader of the group of three who first came to Texas in 1873. This year we also wanted to honor Sisters who have been important in the life of the international congregation and here in Texas.  

Our motto, pictured here, is: 
"In simplicity of heart, I have joyfully offered all to the Lord."

God bless SSMN.

Sr. Ginny Vissing served as the MC on Founders Day

She sang this little tune at the Founders Day celebration. She lives in Wichita Falls, Texas. So she knows about the weather in Texas.

Home on the Range (Waco)

O give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

To Texas we come in the really bright sun
All we want is a little place to stay
Waco’s the spot and, Lord, it is hot!
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

They take us to rest in a place that’s a mess
Where the rats hang around us all day
And even at night, they give us a fright
And the skies are not cloudy all day!

Home, home on the range
We thought many Catholics would pray
We just did not know, that they wouldn’t show
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

We want to go home from where the buffalo roam
How can the Lord want us to stay
Somehow the grace made us stick in this place
Where the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range
We’ll build a big school come what may
It sounds very rash cause we aint got the cash
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

After so many years, those sister pioneers
Never dreamed we’d all be here today,
They gave us a start with great faith in their hearts
Where the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.