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  • The people in Cold Spring were so good to us. We had everything we needed. One man sent his wife to check all the beds. Every bed was bad except for two. There must have been thirty beds. The day JFK was shot, Mr. Alexander and the men from the granite company came over and set up all the beds. We also always had beer. The man from the brewery would call and ask, “How is the beer holding out, Sister?” We hated to tell him that all the cases were empty because it seemed they had just delivered it.

    Based on the oral history of Sister Suzanne Helmin (1912-2011), a Benedictine with the Sisters of the Order of Saint Benedict in St. Joseph, Minnesota.
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