Babcia was ready for her next step. She ran through the corn fields and wheat fields. She ran down the dirt road to Saint Stanislaw's Polish Catholic Church. The nuns were all decked out in their early Catholic attire at the time. Long plain dress with long sleeves, the habit around the head that would leave a permanent mark right smack dab in the middle of their foreheads forever. Babcia was ready to pounce on these nuns to get her mission accomplished. It was morning vespers and the nuns were praying their hearts out. They did not even notice Babcia come in. Babcia pranced around the church and not one nun stopped their morning prayer. Babcia thought, "How else can I get the attention of these nuns? I got to break them from this monotony. Then the light dinged again in her little head. The church bells...The church bells. She would go and ring the church bells. They can be heard for miles in this Polish Catholic Community. Babcia was on fire with her thoughts.
Babcia went to the bell tower. She made the leap of faith and grabbed those ropes and started swinging. She rang those bells right during silent meditation. The nuns obviously startled did not know what the hell or rather heck was going on. They slowly got up from kneeling on the hardwood church pews. Attempting to remain calm the nuns huddled around the Mother Superior. Mother Superior was not so calm. Somebody was going to pay for disturbing morning vespers. Babcia, of course, could not hear the commotion of the nuns because she was swinging full force in the bell tower. The sounds of the chimes were deafening to my Babcia. She was clueless of the consequences this would entitle till Mother Superior took a paddle to Babcia's bottom.
Now the question is will she ever have the ability to obtain her sole purpose of teaching English in this very Polish Catholic Community.
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