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Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy
on Monday, 18th July 2005 @ 10:20:32 AM AEST
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This is the Island I was reared and trained,
Called Frauenwoerth, in lower Germany,-
Within its convent walls lived many a saint,
And naughty boarding students, such as me.
St. Benedict’s strict order and its rule
Within its cloistered walls and halls held sway,
Which also was observed within in school,
And is held up and followed to this day.
Ideal is this isle for a retreat,-
It’s rich in facts historical and lore,
For German Emperors had had their seat,
Nearby upon the Herren** Island’s shore..
The convent’s first abbess was Irmingard,
Daughter of Ludwig, King of Germany,
Himself the grandson of Charles the Great,
And sovereign renowned in history.
The Abbess Irmingard, - declared now Saint,
Protects the island and her famous shrine,
And island homes, antique and very quaint,
Well hid behind some ancient lordly pine.
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Nuns in this convent are to be addressed
As “Domina” - as they are nuns of rank,-
Not Sisters, - Note! - but Dom or "Domina",
Although they suffered much of many a prank.
The rules within our school were rigorous
and its curriculum was rich but stern,
Yet greater than strict rules was naughtiness
Of boarding students dwelling there to learn..
What pranks, and antics, tricks ingenious,
Defied and beat all strict austerity,
And mischief that shocked nuns and the abbess
Were often practiced with impunity
Oh! pranks conceived by young and fertile brains,
In spite of vigilance cannot be curbed,
Especially if nuns are at great pains
To keep the life of prayer undisturbed.
Young wicked Einstein’s seek and find a way
To flout strict discipline and bend the rules,
This is a fact well known, especially
In all too rigorous monastic schools.
Of discipline and drill I shall not talk,
T‘would take too long, - but know it was defied,.
We dared take Saint Augustin for a walk,
And the unwary Dominas complied.
“Tell Domina Augusta please, - how come
Your Patron did not criticize the horde
Of Goths, nor blamed Alaric who sacked Rome,-
Was he just following orders from the Lord.?”.
Please tell us Domina Augusta, tell us pleeeeeeeease,
Was Carthage independent then from Rome?
Tell us about the various flummeries
Your Saint had with the short-fused Saint Jerome!
These questions brought the lecture to a close,--
(The class was meant to cover Chemistry),
Much loathed,- the bell rang and the nun arose
To exit class, - somewhat distractedly..
Oh boundless cunning that did modify
The schedule, and agenda to be taught!,
Through crafty questions programs went awry,-
And brought curricula itself to naught.
In dormitories likewise - what a shame!--
It was forbidden talking after nine,
But Domina Teresa often came
To check that everything was calm and fine.
But Oh! it was not so, for Gretchen had
For all of us to share a narrative,
And to be heard, sat by Flick Fanny’s bed,
And soon the dormitory came to grief.
A step was heard out on the corridor,
The whispered warning: “flee each to her bed”
While slowly turned the knob of our door,-
To find her bed for Gretchen was too late.
So Gretchen crawled beneath Flick Fanny‘s bed,
Which was so low,- just inches from the floor,
Feet sticking out ,- hard to accommodate,-
Shocked Domina Teresa,- Chancillor..
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“Come out! Come forward!” spoke the saintly nun,
Don’t dare to hide beneath the bed you brat”!
But crawling back for Gretchen was no fun,
Who wriggled desperately 'neath the bed..
Obedient,- the legs came forth and soon
Two round and rosy cheeks appeared at last,
Oh comforting, full, sweet, and rosy moon!,
A moon that had no trace of overcast.
![](http://www.walburga.org/files/SGenevieve_vignette.jpg)
![](http://www.punchstock.com/image/medio/4800826/thumb72/826031.jpg)
The Island boasted it’s own Romeo,
“Hieronymus“,- an O-legged cavalier
Who walked below our windows to-and-fro,
All set to serenade - when all was clear
He watched our windows patiently this knight,
Hieronymus - so he wast simply called,
I know not why - the chap was smart and bright
But dubbed by us “Hieronymus the Bald”.
And punishment there was, -but all did end
At graduation with loud ringing bells,
And the entire class would soon disband,
To wreak their pranks and mischief somewhere else.
Diplomas issued, and the students split
To sue careers divers, - some caused dismay,-
Till after years - some savvy Jesuit,
Did straighten out the mess and disarray.
The destiny of each of us was different,
With a direction each of us would need,
It came exactly as the Lord had planned,
But caring nuns had planted precious seed.
And for the toil and the devoted love
Of teachers and companions so true,
I cannot show of gratitude enough,
But only pray,- please Lord give them their due..
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*The Lake,- called Chiemsee,- has two Islands,
one is called Herren Insel, - Island of the Lords,
and the other Frauen Insel - Island of the Ladies.
The Chiemsee is at a about 80 kilometers from Munich, very beautifully situated and surrounded by mountains..
This song is dedicated to the heroic Dominas who had to put up with us.
God love them!
© Elizabeth Dandy
Copyright © Elizabeth_Dandy
... [2005-07-1810:20:32] (Date/Time posted on site)
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Re: ISLAND OF THE BLESSED
(User Rating: 1) by lovingcritters on Monday, 18th July 2005 @ 08:28:44 PM AEST (User
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ED this was simply delightful. Very informative, and insightful I might add. I can't for the life of me see you being naughty, but I'll bet those Nuns had a good laugh after they got back to their staff!
The structure and the discipline must have served you well down through the years and even up until this day. I can see all of you rushing back to get to your beds, I'd be the one that got stuck for sure!!!!!
How beautiful this must have been in scenery, and knowledge also. You had to be very blessed to attend, I'll surmise. The only nuns I ever encountered were here at St. Mary's, and I must say I scared to death of them. They wanted to get kittens from me. I had two that were long haired and as white as snow. They told me I could stop by and see them from time to time, but I scared to go anywhere near them! *smiles*
This was such a lovely story or your youth ED
Thanking you so much for sharing this with us.
Warm love
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Re: ISLAND OF THE BLESSED
(User Rating: 1) by OhSaige on Thursday, 28th July 2005 @ 04:40:59 PM AEST (User
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Very good |
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Re: ISLAND OF THE BLESSED
(User Rating: 1) by venkat on Friday, 29th July 2005 @ 07:59:30 AM AEST (User
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Dear friend..This is not only hilarious
but also wonderfully informative and very delightful..lovely narration in poetry..
thank you for sharing it:-)
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Re: ISLAND OF THE BLESSED
(User Rating: 1) by WAE on Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 02:04:05 PM AEST (User
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Lieber Elizabeth,
Wie immer Ich kann nur congrats sagen. Ganz interessant und ein bischen nostalgish.
Viel Gesund!
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Re: ISLAND OF THE BLESSED
(User Rating: 1) by Former_Member on Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 07:53:19 PM AEST (User
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Yes, Amen, God bless the dominas and let us bless the Lord, for having created such a beautiful writer.
*****And naughty boarding students, such as me.
Oh, no Elizabeth, lol, not you lol.
Nice set up, already laughing here lol.
I went to Serra Catholic. I tripped Mother Superior lol. Hey, she backed into me. Father John tied his cream colored rope around me that day. In those days, you could not hold hands with a boy, not in the 60's lol.
Well for me, Sister Teresa lol, she taught me how to make bread. Very strict high school I attended though, yes, lots of pranks, and a lot of sense of humor, wonderful education as well.
Woo hoo Elizabeth, this is great history here, and to see your life back when in it. Wonderful. Its very educating as well.
Oh how much truth to this poem there is, lol.. I thank you so much for the history, the wisdom and laughter you have created in this write.
You are such an excellent writer, this write is so complete and has texture and a sense of direction. It is a masterpiece..
Very fine write, very clear, very detailed, fine tuned and the write builds to a crescendo of emphasis at the end. I just love it.
I sure hope a lot more readers get to your stories and poetry. I will pray on this.
Your friend and reader,
Raquel Leah :D
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