People who live in Newburgh can’t see it, but there is a yellow brick road that stretches from the banks of the Hudson River up to Gidney and Powell Avenues. The first brick of gold was laid in the spring of 1883 when a courageous band of sisters stepped off the Mary Powell and took ownership of the McAlpin property to open up a school. 127 years later, the YBR for the Dominican Sisters of Newburgh came, not to an end, but a detour of sorts.
On Saturday, Sept 25, I was invited to share in the sisters’ closing ceremony in the Motherhouse chapel. You had to be there. That’s all I can say. You had to be there to hear the story of the Dominican Sisters told by people who lived it or were forever impacted by the good sisters.
While I was listening to the speakers, I couldn’t help but think about the yellow brick road and how fortunate we are to travel on special bricks laid by very special people. Admittedly I have a soft spot in my heart for the Dominicans. I went to a Dominican high school and I had the distinct pleasure of working for ten years at Mount Saint Mary, the college founded by the Newburgh Dominicans.
I never met a Dominican sister I didn’t like. The Dominican habit might have been black and white, but the life lessons they taught me were in full, vibrant colors. I owe the Dominican sisters my undying respect for women. They taught me that in no way were they the weaker sex.
The Dominican sisters taught me about intelligence, love and courage. The Dominican sisters taught me that everything is possible. The Dominican sisters taught me how to walk the YBR with my head held up high.
Sitting in the chapel, surrounded by women who made countless sacrifices to teach others how to walk the YBR, my faith in people, lately challenged by some questionable antics by people who should know better, was restored.
The Dominican sisters’ full presence in Newburgh is no more, but the impact they had will never lose its luster. The Dominican sisters who stepped off the Mary Powell that day in 1883 left an indelible golden mark. That golden mark is embedded like DNA in the hearts and minds of the thousands upon thousands of people they touched over the years.
The Dominican sisters left Newburgh the way they arrived. Quietly. But the song the sisters sang in the closing ceremony will forever live in the hearts of those lucky enough to have been there.
My YBR is so much better because of the Dominican Sisters. I dedicate this blog to them, with special thanks to Sisters Ann, Agnes, Catherine, Pat, Francis, Peggy, Joanne, Leona, Jean, Barbara and….
Amen!