By JC Sullivan

Having a sister that was in the Notre Dame Order, my father knew Catholic Sisters better than the ordinary layman, That’s why every Christmas he always sent a quart of spiked eggnog to the Convent in every Cleveland parish we ever lived in.

During my 7th grade we moved to the Buckeye Road area of Cleveland where he continued in the same tradition to St. Margaret’s School. As I said, he knew Sisters well. At our first Christmas there he sent my younger sister Mary Jo to school carrying his first-ever contribution to this particular parish. A few days later Dad noticed the empty bottle had been returned and placed in the sink.

“Did the sisters have any comment about the eggnog?” he asked Mary Jo.

“Oh yes,” she replied. “They said thank you very much. And could they have some more!”