Partial view of nun’s retirement home. … THIS IS LANGOMA
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One day in 1948, a great summer storm blew across the county. Trees were uprooted, roofs were blown off, the Brandywine Creek overflowed.
The old Rose Cottage was horribly damaged and the great masses of wild pink roses that grew there were scattered in the wind. A great gust blew them way up into the air. The wind carried the petals far away. They flew on the wings of the wind to a city, a very windy city called Chicago. “Hurry, hurry,” the petals were calling to the wind,
“We have a place to be.” They blew and blew and blew and finally in a great gust, they blew through the open widow of a convent where a tiny nun was praying silently. They landed in a heap on the nun’s lap. “A sign!” exclaimed the nun, “the rose petals are a sign!”
Quickly, the old nun went to her Mother Superior, and told her that God had heard her prayers. There was a large property far away in Pennsylvania, that the sisters had been thinking about purchasing for their new home for special children. The sisters were overjoyed! The rose petals, flying in the window and landing in one special place in that gigantic city far away from Langoma was a sign from God that they would finalize the deal, and move to this place. And so, they did.
The sisters, called the Daughters of St. Mary of Providence, moved into the empty mansion where at one time not a single child’s voice was ever heard, and they cared for and educated and loved over 120 girls who otherwise would have no home because they were called “special needs children.”For Final part Click here