Mary Was Her Life The Story of a Nun: Sister Maria Teresa Quevedo 1930-1950

© Barakaldo Books 2020, all rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted by any means, electrical, mechanical or otherwise without the written permission of the copyright holder.

Publisher’s Note

Although in most cases we have retained the Author’s original spelling and grammar to authentically reproduce the work of the Author and the original intent of such material, some additional notes and clarifications have been added for the modern reader’s benefit.

We have also made every effort to include all maps and illustrations of the original edition the limitations of formatting do not allow of including larger maps, we will upload as many of these maps as possible.

MARY WAS HER LIFE

THE STORY OF A NUN

Sister María Teresa Quevedo 1930–1950

By

SISTER MARY PIERRE, R.S.M.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Contents

TABLE OF CONTENTS 5

DEDICATION 6

Preface 7

CHAPTER I — María Teresa Quevedo 9

CHAPTER II — School Days 19

CHAPTER III — Vacations at Fuenterrabia 30

CHAPTER IV — Child of Mary 38

CHAPTER V — A Vow 46

CHAPTER VI — Vocation 55

CHAPTER VII — Off to Be a Saint 61

CHAPTER VIII — The Institute 65

CHAPTER IX — The Postulant 67

CHAPTER X — Stepping Stones 74

CHAPTER XI — Sister María Teresa of Jesus 80

CHAPTER XII — Her Little Sack 88

CHAPTER XIV — Illness and Convalescence 97

CHAPTER XV — Teresita’s Way of Confidence 105

CHAPTER XVI — Holy Year 111

CHAPTER XVII — Profession 116

CHAPTER XVIII — A Spiritual Garden 124

CHAPTER XIX — New Sacrifice 128

CHAPTER XX — Saturday of Glory 132

CHAPTER XXI — Easter Aura 139

CHAPTER XXII — Fulfillment 141

SISTER MARIE PIERRE, R.S.M. 143

Abstract 144

REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 146

DEDICATION

For Our lady of Lourdes

To whom I Owe

So Much.

Preface

TERESITA Quevedo (known in Religion as Sister María Teresa), whose life this book brings to the English speaking world, will captivate many hearts. Readers will be impressed by the story of her spiritual life, which is told in a most gentle, absorbing and delicate style, as well as with a fitting modern touch, by Sister Mary Pierre, whose years spent in Spain revealed to her the richness of the spirituality of Teresita.

The life of Teresita in the world was very brief; at the age of twenty she closed her eyes in death to behold then the loving gaze of her Madre (as she was accustomed to call Our Lady) who lived so vividly in her life. In that short span of time Teresita accomplished her mission and left for study a model of holiness which can easily be imitated. Hers was the little way to sanctity, namely, holiness obtained through a rich, vibrant and tender love of Our Lady. From her early years she experienced a special grace which enlightened her mind with a deep knowledge of Mary and inflamed her will with a desire to conform her will with that of her heavenly Mother.

When Teresita in all innocence explained to her spiritual director her life in Mary and asked his permission to consecrate herself to Our Lady according to the teachings of the True Devotion, he remarked: You have been living your own true devotion to Mary. Upon his advice, therefore, at the youthful age of thirteen, Teresita consecrated herself to Mary according to the formula composed by Saint Louis de Montfort.

In his explanation of the True Devotion, Saint Louis notes that, while many may consecrate themselves to Mary and keep the external observances of the devotion, it often happens that the essence of the consecration, namely, the interior practices of the devotion, are little understood and neglected. Not so with Teresita! Her consecration to Mary was total, interior and exterior. She lived in such awareness and dependence upon Mary that her spiritual father remarked: Mary was her life. As one reads her biography the soundness of this judgment is verified. Teresita was truly a Marían Soul, a Child of Mary. Her Mary-life is detected throughout the many beautiful excerpts of her spiritual notes; it is evident in the advice she freely, openly and without any fear of human respect, gave to others about love and devotion to Mary; one feels it in her conversation wherein she speaks warmly and lovingly of her Madre; it is discerned in the way she lived and suffered, and the manner in which she died. She was a chosen child of a loving Mother who was ever before her and vivified her life.

The knowledge of the life of Teresita comes to the world at a critical time when, to the dismay of right-minded and religious people, holiness, reserve and idealism are cruelly and forcefully being taken away from growing youth, both boys and girls. For them the life of this lovely youthful client of Mary Immaculate can have a special meaning and exercise a magnetic power. Youth is naturally impressionable and revels in ideals and responds to inspirations. Teresita is for them in a most special way; she was all they would want, youthful, charming, gay, attractive, and at the same time a loving child of Mary, one who had asked her Madre for the grace that she might never commit a venial sin.

The family life of Teresita is an object lesson for family life today. If our nation is to preserve its strength, its courage, and its purity, together with the priceless gifts of liberty and opportunity for all, the American home must become a nursery of virtue and a school wherein spiritual values are taught by God-fearing parents to their children. Sister Pierre’s beautiful account of the family life of Teresita introduces the reader to a true Christian home; from these pages there shines forth the genuine holiness of the parents of Teresita and the bond of charity which existed between herself and her brother and sister. Our Lady was indeed the Mother of the Quevedo home and Jesus was the beloved Father. Many are the lessons which parents can learn from the beautiful spiritual harmony pervading the Quevedo family even though they lived in the turbulent times of the Spanish Civil War.

Most humbly and prayerfully is the blessing of God asked upon this precious book, which presents the refreshing, charming and inspiring picture of a Marían Soul, Teresita Quevedo, Sister María Teresa. May it be read far and wide, by the young and by the old. Its message is the simple message of to Jesus through Mary. Teresita was a child of Mary, she was totally consecrated to her loving Madre, she was ever aware of Mary, she imitated her in her life, and she depended upon her for all things. Our Lady, like a loving Mother, responded and obtained countless graces and blessings for her special child and above all brought her to an intimate and profound love of her divine Son. Mary never seeks herself alone; her gaze is always toward Jesus, and her greatest joy is to bring to Him the souls who have entrusted themselves to her care.

JOHN J. CARBERRY

Bishop of Lafayette in Indiana

September 24, 1959

Feast of Our Lady of Mercy

CHAPTER I — María Teresa Quevedo

WITH the agility of a boy, old Ricardo mounted the circular staircase to the belfry of Saint Francis’ Church in Madrid. Strange that his customary limp did not retard him! Had the friars seen him, they would have been amused. Many times, when he had been reprimanded for having rung the Angelus late, he had declared that his stiff right leg always hindered him from taking the stairs quickly. However, such punctuality on April 14, 1930, was understandable; for it was not an ordinary day in the life of the aging sexton. Never—and Ricardo had been at Saint Francis’ Church for fifty-nine years—had the birth of a parishioner’s child been providentially slated to coincide with the Angelus bell. Padre Fernando had just given him that news.

Any moment now, perhaps while you are ringing the Angelus, the new Quevedo baby will come to town, Ricardo. I have given the mother my blessing.

Padre Fernando was never wrong, Ricardo mused. And today was no exception! On the second floor of an unpretentious apartment house, not too far from Saint Francis’ Church, the cry of a new-born baby girl blended with the dying sounds of the Angelus.

In the church whose bells had heralded her birth, Father Ignatius Navarro, Chaplain to His Majesty King Alfonso XIII, and an intimate friend of the Quevedo family, christened the little girl María Teresa Josefina Justina. Her names honored Our Lady, the Seraph of Avila, Saint Joseph, and Saint Justina to whom her mother had a strong devotion.

María Teresa’s father, Doctor Calixto Quevedo, distinguished in the medical field, owned that seven-story apartment house, No. 7 Plaza de Oriente, which is situated directly across the square from Madrid’s Royal Palace. No, 7 is the only city home this generation of Quevedos has known; in fact, the doctor and his wife still occupy the spacious second floor in which María Teresa was born.

The Quevedo apartment house, built around a very large patio, is of modern architecture—sober and practical. On the whole, it is not artistic. The patio, however, has been made charming with orange trees planted in great ceramic tubs, magnolia trees, gardenias, hydrangeas, and the red geranium beds which sketch a lively design in the green clover which carpets it.

Perhaps the most attractive feature of the seven-story house lies in the balconies of the façade which overlook the gardens of the Royal Palace. From the Quevedo balconies can be seen the life-size white marble statues of ancient Spanish kings, which accentuate the verdure of the royal gardens and stand as if in admiration of their floral beauty.

These aspects of nature, which had set the background for María Teresa Quevedo’s birth, might well suggest a Spain flowing with milk and honey were we not cognizant of the savage spirit that permeated the country in 1930. The soul of Castile was terrified because the cold war that Communism was waging on Catholicism had long been undermining the country and had now grown hot enough to explode.

What a pity that a girl born with a natural love for the pageantry of a monarchy should be deprived of elaborate spectacles like those her parents had enjoyed from the balconies of their home. Heaven alone knows whether the Quevedos will ever again watch noble guests alight from American Cadillacs, gather regal robes about them, and ascend the marble staircase to the Palace reception rooms. In 1930 that royal era was on the wane. A year later, on Teresita’s—as they had come to call her—first birthday, King Alfonso XIII was forced to abdicate, and the Spanish monarchy went with him.

The baby knew nothing about King Alfonso or the dissolution of the monarchy as she lay crying in her cradle.

The baby sounds hysterical! Mrs. Quevedo’s voice rose sharply as she hurried to the nursery. The granddaughter of Admiral Luis Cadarso of Spanish-American War fame seldom raised her voice. Daria, where are you? she called excitedly to the nursemaid as she picked up the baby, whose unusual hiccoughing had brought her to its crib.

Put her back in the cradle, Mama. Let me show you how she kicks and laughs when I tickle her. The large brown eyes of four-year-old Luis looked up innocently at his mother.

So that was it! How many times had she told Daria not to allow Luis in the nursery alone? And she herself had warned him not to touch Teresita unless one of the grown-ups was present.

He must not be scolded, Mrs. Quevedo told herself. Luis dearly loves his baby sister and I must do nothing that would diminish his affection. Soothing Teresita, she turned to Luis and said: Son, run along to Carmencita’s room and tell Daria that I want to see her. You take care of your little sister until she returns.

An appeal to the protective instinct in Luis brought immediate action. He ran to babysit with sixteen-month-old Carmen.

That little trio made up the family of Don Calixto and Doña María del Carmen Quevedo.

They are happy, healthy children; we are blessed, Mrs. Quevedo wrote to her sister-in-law in Puerto Rico when Teresita was three years old. Each one, however, is different. Luis has the manner of an army general. Carmencita is quiet and thoughtful; she will probably enter a cloister. Teresita is a bundle of happiness. Everyone loves her. She is the exact opposite of Carmen in every way, even to her golden hair and blue eyes. Pretty as a picture, but terribly self-willed. Perhaps we have indulged her more than we should because she is the youngest. Whatever the reason, she cannot be crossed. We shall have to do something about it.

It was not long before Mrs. Quevedo found the cure for Teresita’s wilfulness. She told Doctor Quevedo about it one evening at dinner. Teresita was playing in the patio this afternoon with Carmen, Luis and the children from the neighborhood. Suddenly she ran into the house, sobbing aloud. I called to her but she didn’t answer, nor did she come to cry in my arms as usual. I decided to follow, for I wondered about her strange behavior. Do you know what that dear child did, Calixto? She went directly to her bedroom, knelt before the statue of Our Lady, and wept.

I suspect, María del Carmen, that the tears may have relieved a bad temper? Don Calixto replied quizzically.

Oh, I am ahead of my story, Calixto. I’ve left out the most important part! Daria told me that Teresita slapped one of the children because he would not give her his toy. A quarrel followed. To punish Teresita, the nurse ordered her to sit on a bench. Teresita refused. Disconcerted, Daria told her that she was the most disobedient little girl she had ever known. ‘What does disobedient mean?’ Teresita asked. ‘It means that you have hurt Our Blessed Mother,’ Daria replied. Then, Daria said, she ran into the house as fast as a frightened rabbit. You know the rest of the story, Calixto. Incidentally, she ate very little dinner tonight. Teresita can’t bear the thought of having hurt Our Lady. Isn’t she a little young to react like that, Calixto? Doña Maria asked.

Yes, she is. However, Daria’s ignorance concerns me more than Teresita’s pious behavior, Just imagine what my Jesuit brothers would reply to her definition of obedience! I must instruct her not to act as a catechist, but to send the children to you when questions of this nature arise in the future.

Perhaps Daria’s ignorance caused Doctor Quevedo a troubled thought; but we wonder if the servant’s remark might, have fallen like the mustard seed. For alter that incident in the patio, little Teresita began to make frequent visits to Our Lady’s statue in her bedroom. Apparently she prayed in earnest—as pilgrims pray at a shrine.

During this period of her childhood, it was also common for Teresita to steal into her father’s bedroom early in the morning and whisper in his ear: Papa, may I get in bed with you?

Don Calixto, reluctant to move but unable to resist, would take her in his arms and teach her to pray: O sweet Virgin Mary, my Mother, I offer myself today completely to you. I beg you to give my body, eyes, ears and tongue, my heart and soul to Jesus. I am all yours, holy Mother of God. Watch over me! Amen.

Years later, a priest asked Teresita how her devotion to Our Lady began. I believe Our Lady herself taught me to pray, through Papa, she answered. From early childhood, when Papa taught me to make the Morning Offering, it was always a prayer of holocaust to Our Lady.

In June of 1934, the Quevedo family was en route to their summer home in Santander. They stopped to buy gasoline in the plaza of a small town in the Province of León, where several barefoot ragamuffins were playing at the fountain. Eager to get a good look at the elite of Madrid, the youngsters crowded around the car and pressed their smutty faces against the half-open windows. It was Tereska’s first conscious encounter with dirt, and since she was an extremely fastidious child her reaction was violent. She ordered the children to get away from here."

Don Calixto observed her behavior and he was annoyed; but he waived his annoyance in favor of the tact he knew the situation called for. As they drove on, he explained to Teresita that those children were poor—Poorer than the Baby Jesus was in the cave at Bethlehem, he told her. Their poverty makes God the Father love them very much. It may be that they, too, offer their hearts to Our Lady every morning and that Mary loves and accepts their offering just as she does yours, Princess. For the first time since she had learned to talk, Teresita was speechless! Her silence convinced Don Calixto that he had taught her a lesson.

A similar situation arose on their return to Madrid in September, when a group of rough gypsies tried to make friends with Teresita. Now, Doctor Quevedo thought, we shall see what fruit my June lesson bears. Teresita fought her antipathy, but she could not force a whole-hearted response to their friendliness. The expression on her little face betrayed traces of an intolerance that had not been utterly conquered. However, she uttered no offense. That was praiseworthy. So her good father decided to ignore her displeased expression and encourage the effort lie knew she had made.

We believe Teresita is trying very hard to convert her horror of ‘dirt’ into a kind and sympathetic tolerance, Mrs. Quevedo told Sister Carmen, Dr. Quevedo’s sister, one day when Teresita was five. She came in after nursery school yesterday with three urchins she and Daria had met in the plaza. It amused me to see her teach them to wash their hands and face. Afterwards, she invited them to the patio where Daria served them hot chocolate and cookies. Their ‘hostess’ insisted on napkins. I’m sure they had never seen them before, but they were patient pupils. When the time came for the children to leave, Teresita gave each of them one of her treasured toys. Sometimes I wonder about Teresita, Carmen; she seems unusual for her age. She is different from Luis and your little namesake. But don’t misunderstand me, they are precious children, too. It is the unique things that Teresita does that makes her unlike the others.

Carmen Quevedo associates Teresita’s early years at the family dinner table with a vehement expression of: "No me gusta. (I do not like it.) She was a finicky child, and refused many tasty dishes served in their dining room. Teresita preferred to choose her own diet. Realizing that wilfullness played a far greater role in this than the child’s palate, Don Calixto set about to correct the fault. He explained to her that food is one of God’s gifts to us—that it helps our soul grow in love of God, just as it gives strength to our body. Unfortunately, he added that we should eat whatever agrees with us. Teresita absorbed the explanation. The following day at dinner, she declined a serving; of soup with an impish smile, saying: No, thank you, it doesn’t agree with me And a charmingly evoked It doesn’t agree with me" carried her through what might have been many a mealtime struggle with her parents.

When the Quevedo girls went to Our Lady of Mount Carmel Academy, the noonday meal was served to the day students. Carmen feared what she knew would be her sister’s fate if she tried her It doesn’t agree with me on the Sister in charge of the dining room. Apparently there were no battles, for some months later, Carmen’s curiosity having risen to a peak, she asked Teresita how she liked the meals. Her little sister declared triumphantly: "I’m really learning self-control, Chatina.{1} I heard Sister Mary Teresa tell the eighth-grade proctor that girls her age ought to be controlled. I decided to get off to a start by eating whatever they serve at meals. I think I’d like ‘to be controlled’ by the time I reach eighth grade."

Evening Rosary had for generations