ABSTRACT
The impact of civility could not enter the author's mind, degraded as it was to a survival mentality, so it entered author's body. Two years were needed to accept the reality of delec-table, natural food appearing each day. No one screamed or hit out. Silence denoted peace, not danger. Looking back, nothing happened, and this was the seminary’s greatest virtue. The priests were committed to their vocation and went about teaching and mentoring in an unhurried way. In those days women did cooking, and the author discovered the kitchens next to the refectories where nuns kneaded dough for large loaves of bread which came out golden from the oven with an aroma that filled the whole world and on which floated breakfast conversation each morning. A massive carthorse arrived one morning pulling a trailer with high wicker sides. At the rear was a stone mill under which hung a bucket.
