Jim McCarthyRegan Harrell '09I often think back to UA and all the teachers that helped shapedwho I have become. The classes I flash back to most are those Ihad with Mr. Jim McCarthy, or JMac. For three years JMactaught me invaluable life lessons along with the nuances ofeconomics, the facts of history, and the subtleties of currentevents. Most importantly Mr. McCarthy taught me nothingis out of my grasp. UA will always have a special place in myheart, and I will remember Mr. McCarthy’s classes.Sisters Margaret Murray (d.1973),Ignatius Gau (d.1967) & Miss GraceHelenMarie Boger Witte '40I can think of so many incidents, but this one takes precedence.It had to be about 1929 (you see this takes you WAY back!) Iwas a 1st grade student at Oak Street; we lived just a few blocksfrom school & I walked each day. One morning there had beena snow storm and I trudged through the snow to school. When Iarrived, my stockings were wet. Dear Sister Margaret (noneof you would remember her) had me take off the wet hose andhang them on the heater to dry. I was extremely embarrassedbecause my mother made me wear long underwear whichwas exposed when the stockings were removed. The Sistersnever let me forget that incident as many years passed and yes,they remembered. Miss Grace was a great French teacher,even for us elementary students. We always curtseyed to theclass whenever leaving or entering the room; the boys bowed.The bows were also in order when passing a nun or teacher inthe hallway. Miss Grace taught us all the social graces. Whensomeone had a birthday party we went through the amenities inclass before the party. In high school I loved Sister Ignatius.She taught me to love chemistry, until it came to the math! Wellthere are so many memories, but I’m not going to write a bookhere, so I’ll close with fond memories of “Oak Street.”Sister Dorothy Thompson (d.1994)Gail Hentz Stein '61I frequently watch Bill O’Reilly. His “word for the day” remindsme of Sister Dorothy’s twenty-five words for the week.Thanks for the memories, dear Sister. Those words continue tobe gems!Cathi SchellhousNancy Orrell '86Ms. Schellhous and those vocabulary tests… She never gave100% — but once she had to give me one, gritting her teeththe whole way… I loved her, hope she’s well.David SlomerKristin Kominski Sweeney '04Mr. Slomer, or Slome-dawg as we so fondly referred to him,gave all of the girls that sat in his class a wealth of fond memories.However, this particular memory is from a pre-calculusclass towards the end of senior year, when the full swing ofsenioritis had set in. Having the room next to the door to theMicropolis and the library entrance made it that much moredifficult for Mr. Slomer to keep our attention. Needless tosay, on this one particular day most of the seniors were lookingeverywhere other than the board. Mr. Slomer decided toremedy this problem by closing and locking the door betweenthe Micropolis and the academic wing. Rather than gazingevery which way, Slomer had everyone’s attention – focused onthe door in which countless students on their free mods wouldtry to open and after much struggle would give up and go thelong way around while our class was laughing the whole time.There are many lessons one can take away from this: never takelife too seriously; sometimes you just need to take a break andhave a little fun; when one door closes there has got to be anotherone open somewhere, but most importantly and much inthe spirit of <strong>Ursuline</strong>...when you make a fool of yourself yourfriends will be there to laugh at you, just in case you forget tolaugh at yourself! Thanks for the memories, Slome-dawg!Sister Marie Mercurio (d. 2000)Sue Bressler West '57Sr. Marie was an excellent grammar teacher who seemed tolove the mechanics of language – not only of English, but alsoof French. In addition, she was a talented music teacher. One ofmy most amazing memories of the fifth grade was Sister Marieteaching us La Marseillaise, the French national anthem. Notonly did we learn to sing it, but we were also required to writeit with correct spelling and accent marks.Because of her vivacious teaching, the song is still in mymemory. Several years ago, while visiting a Paris antique shop,I found a bronze coin with La Marseillaise printed in tiny letterson the back. I had to buy it in Sister’s memory. “Allons,enfants,” Sister Marie!6 VOICES SUMMER 2011
Sister Peter Broeman (d. 2006)Rosane Konkler Dahle '55My twin sister (Barbara Konkler Rae) and I attended UA inthe seventh grade. It was at this time that the high school onlyaccepted 25 freshmen, so to be assured of one of these spots,we enrolled as seventh graders. Living in Westwood at thattime, Barbara and I were passengers on thee different buses beforewe arrived at UA which was located in Walnut Hills. Was itworth it? Definitely, yes! Yes! And Yes!Our first association with an <strong>Ursuline</strong> Sister was withSr. Peter. Both of us loved this <strong>Ursuline</strong> nun. We loved herpersonality. We found her to be very friendly and outgoing—something that puts smiles on the faces of students entering anew school. Seventh grade and Sr. Peter started our love affairwith <strong>Ursuline</strong> <strong>Academy</strong>.Sister Jane Stier '44, Mrs. Linna T. Smith (d. 1987)Janet Ganim '55Sr. Jane challenged my intellect in each and every class…She prepared me well for the rigors of higher education bysetting the bar high! You worked long hours and, with duediligence, managed to get to the next level of knowledge.Mrs. Smith honed and stroked my imagination. This beloveddrama teacher introduced me to that “other world,” the worldof theater. With her good heart, a ton of patience, and admirableteaching skills, she allowed me to legally assume a newidentity and play the role to the hilt! It was a long time ago…but what endearing memories!Both Barbara and I were reunited in high school with Sr. Peter.She taught Algebra II. She was a wonderful teacher; I was neverafraid to raise my hand to tell her that I did not understand howshe arrived at a certain answer. Every student should have a Sr.Peter during her school days.So to you, Sr. Peter, I thank you so very much for your kindness,your cheery personality and good humor, and most importantlyfor making learning such a wonderful experience.Yes, yes, yes, attending <strong>Ursuline</strong> <strong>Academy</strong> was most definitelyworth all of those bus rides.Sister Cecilia HuberMary Ann Spaeth Perdue '69I would have to say that Sr. Cecilia was my most memorableteacher. I was in the choir at <strong>Ursuline</strong> during all of my highschool days. I have sung in choirs off and on since then. I creditSister Cecilia with giving me the love of music and desire toperform it. She made us work hard in rehearsal, but therewas also an element of fun to it. I still have an album (yes 33LP!) that we made one year. I remember hearing the song “LetThere Be Peace on Earth” for the first time when we sang it inthe choir. People are always impressed that I know ALL of theverses to Christmas songs!VOICES SUMMER 20117