Saint Training

Saint Training

by Elizabeth Fixmer

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ISBN-13: 9780310723004
Publisher: Zonderkidz
Publication date: 09/28/2011
Pages: 240
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 11 - 14 Years

About the Author

Elizabeth Fixmer has always loved children, literature, and writing, valuing storytelling as an integral tool for growth and self-discovery. After years of attending workshops and retreats for writers she obtained an MFA in writing for children and young adults from the prestigious Hamline University program. She currently lives in Madison, Wisconsin.

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Saint Training


By Elizabeth Fixmer

Zondervan

Copyright © 2010 Elizabeth Fixmer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-310-72018-8


Chapter One

Mary Clare finished her Social Studies test and turned it upside down to wait for the rest of the class. It was easy, mostly essay, and on a subject that Mary Clare had heard a lot about at home around the dinner table: civil rights. She couldn't believe that Negroes had to sit on the back of the bus in the South and even drink from different water fountains. They were fighting for basic rights, especially the right to vote. Mary Clare liked to imagine that a Negro girl entered her very class at Saint Maria Goretti School. She would show her around, become her friend, even hold the drinking fountain on for her.

Now her face scrunched into a yawn she fought to control. She was tired from being up almost all night-first listening to her parents fight, then praying for the perfect plan to make things better for her family. When she came up with the perfect plan, she couldn't sleep at all.

She was going to become a saint. She had written to Mother Superior because she figured that becoming the Mother Superior of a convent was the best way to climb the ladder toward sainthood. Saint Theresa, the Little Flower, was a nun before she became a saint, and so was Saint Claire. Mary Clare didn't want to tell Mother Superior that she wanted to become a saint, of course, because that would make her seem conceited. Becoming a saint would be her own secret-a secret she shared with God alone.

She could see herself now-a shiny gold halo crowning her head, all dressed in white. Her body shining like the Virgin Mary statue Sister Charlotte gave her when she got an A in Conduct. If you held the little statue under a light for a few minutes you could take it into the darkest of closets and it glowed.

Mary Clare opened her eyes when she heard whispering in front of the classroom. Sister Charlotte nodded to Kelly from behind her desk, and Kelly left the room, her long blonde braids trailing behind her. When Mary Clare looked down at her desk, she saw that Kelly had dropped a note on her desk on her way to ask to be excused. Chocolate Coke after school? My treat.

She turned the note over and responded. I'm supposed to walk my little sisters home, but what the heck, I'd much rather have a chocolate Coke with you. So-yes! She could slip it to Kelly when she came back from the bathroom. She folded the note and waited for Kelly to return.

But sending a note in class was a sin, she realized. Mary Clare sat back hard in her seat, contemplating how difficult this whole saint thing was going to be. If she was going to become a saint, she shouldn't send notes in class or disobey her mother by going to the Counter after school, even if they were little venial sins and not a big deal. She would confess them on Saturday, of course.

She thought about the two sins. They were both venial but disobedience had to be a bigger sin than passing a note. She wondered why the Catholic Church hadn't thought of this-making more gradations of venial sins. Well, she'd hold onto that idea, maybe create a venial one category and venial two and three categories as well. She'd wait till she was Mother Superior, first.

Mary Clare lifted her desk top and slipped the note inside one of the books she had gotten that morning from the St. Maria Goretti School library: Saint Therese Martin, along with St. Joan: The Girl Soldier, Bernadette and the Lady, and the most important book of all, The Baltimore Catechism. That book taught everything anybody needed to know about becoming a good Catholic. Heck, studying The Baltimore Catechism alone would give her all she needed to become a saint.

She wondered whether or not she should be using the word "heck."

When Kelly returned, Mary Clare smiled and nodded as she walked by the desk. Technically a smile and nod was not even a venial sin, she figured. It was neither "talking in class" nor "passing notes," both of which counted. All right, she'd just commit the one-category two-venial sin: disobedience. She wanted a chance to tell Kelly about her mom's pregnancy and her idea about Matthew's band. If that was the only one she committed today, it would be okay. Sister Charlotte said even saints committed some sins. She'd reassure her sisters that they'd be just fine and tell them to look both ways before they crossed the streets, and then she'd go to the Counter for a chocolate Coke. But, after that, she'd really have to start working on becoming a saint.

Her thoughts returned to her parents last night. She'd been sound asleep when she heard her father yell "No!" and her mother burst into tears. Her own head was throbbing from the soup cans she had wound tightly around her hair. (They were supposed to take away the curls.) She'd pulled the tightest one out and rubbed her head where the throbbing was. She couldn't catch everything they were saying. Her mom kept crying, loud belly sobs, and she could hear her dad stomping around and around the bedroom, the way he did when he was upset. "We can't afford another baby," he'd said.

Mary Clare had plugged her ears before she heard anything more. But she did hear Johnny whining across the room. He was standing in his crib, his chubby little arms outstretched toward her. She hurried to pick him up and laid him down in her single bed, praying he'd go right back to sleep. Then she scooched over to make room for Martha, who stood by the bed clinging to her white bear and looking terrified. That was the thing about sharing a bedroom with two of the little kids. If they were afraid because of a storm or a fight, or woke up feeling sick, they usually turned to her for comfort-especially when Dad was home. Neither parent liked to be awakened in the middle of the night. Mary Clare didn't usually mind, except when somebody threw up in her bed, like Martha that time. But last night, when Margaret and Gabriella came rushing in from their bedroom, their was no way Mary Clare could fit all of them in her bed, so she ushered the whole brood back to the room Anne, Gabriella, and Margaret shared, and they cuddled together in the girls' double bed.

"Let's say our prayers," Mary Clare suggested. She waited until the kids stopped wiggling around trying to get comfortable, and then they recited their nighttime prayer in whispers. "Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." Then began the litany of family members from oldest to youngest: "God bless Mommy, Daddy, Matthew, Mark, Luke, Mary Clare, Anne, Gabriella, Margaret, Martha, and Johnny." In an almost inaudible whisper Gabriella added, "and God bless the baby in Mommy's tummy."

After a moment of silence Martha poked Mary Clare on the shoulder. "Tell us a story," she begged.

"Yeah," Gabriella said, "but not about saints or anything religious."

Johnny cuddled up with his head on her shoulder, his thumb and torn blankie in his mouth.

Mary Clare used her most soothing voice. "Once upon a time a little prince and four beautiful princesses lived together in a tall castle with everything they could imagine wanting. They were very happy ..."

Johnny's lashes stopped fluttering almost immediately, and Mary Clare watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Martha's chest just minutes later. Gabriella yawned. "And there were tiny fairies in the courtyard," Mary Clare added. But a minute more and they were all asleep-all except Mary Clare, who couldn't be comforted by a fairy tale. She lay wide awake.

She hated this: money problems, too many kids, another baby on the way. That's why Mom doesn't sing anymore when we do dishes and laundry, Mary Clare thought. She missed the mother who laughed with her friends over coffee, who made fancy appetizers for cocktail parties, who sewed blue eyelet curtains for her room. She wished Matthew would come home from the seminary so she would have someone to talk to about all this.

Lord, help my family. Please, please give us enough money so Mom and Dad can be happy again.

She stopped. She was sick of this prayer. Why wasn't God answering? He used to answer her prayers all the time.

But that was before. She was little then. She could say "Please God, we need money for my brother's birthday," and God would send it. She would just find it-on the sidewalk, down by the river, in a pile of leaves. Five, ten, even twenty dollar bills. She even prayed the family into a new car when she was only four. It was right before the family moved from Minnesota to Wisconsin because her father stopped teaching and started his job selling textbooks to schools. She prayed fervently every night, and one night while she was sleeping God put a brand-new 1958 Ford in the driveway. That was when Mary Clare knew it was her job to pray for stuff. Even when she learned that the car came from the job Dad had just started, she knew it was really from God. She had prayed that car into the driveway-even her brothers thought so.

Then it just stopped ... when ... when she was about seven. Mary Clare's eyes opened wide and she sat up in bed carefully so none of the kids woke up. Seven-seven was when sins started to count. That was when God stopped listening to her prayers.

When Mary Clare got up two soup cans rolled out of her hair. Now she knew the problem: God would only listen to her if her soul was pure. If she were going to make her mother happy again, she would have to be a saint right away.

She made a plan. She would study, she would practice saint-like behavior, and she would become a nun. Many of the girl saints had been nuns before being sainted, so she figured becoming a nun was the perfect stepping stone to her real goal. She'd be so darned good she wouldn't have a thing to confess on Saturdays.

Mary Clare explained the deal to God. If you take care of my family-give them enough money, make my parents happy ... I'll become a saint. She repeated it several times in case it was hard for God to hear through all of her sins. By the time she'd gotten to sleep, it was almost time to get up.

Now Mary Clare was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open. She covered her mouth to suppress a yawn just as Sister Charlotte, who sat at her desk in the front of the classroom, looked at the clock.

"My goodness!" Sister Charlotte said, standing up. "You all must have finished your tests ages ago! Pass them to the front." She clapped her hands together twice and smiled her movie-star smile. The dimples that only showed when she smiled melted into her cheeks. Mary Clare thought she was the most cheerful nun she'd ever met.

Tommy Johnson sat in the desk behind Mary Clare. Instead of passing the papers forward he poked the back of her neck with his pencil. He was obnoxious like that. She turned to take the papers and glared at his freckled face, but immediately wished she hadn't. St. Theresa wouldn't have given Tommy a dirty look. She would have smiled and offered Tommy's poke up to Jesus. Mary Clare was momentarily flooded with disappointment in herself, but the feeling quickly shifted to irritation at Tommy. Tommy was just the kind of bratty boy who could keep her from becoming a saint. She contemplated how St. Theresa held onto her loving manner, even when people were mean to her, and sighed. St. Theresa was so much like the Virgin Mary-obedient, quiet, sweet, and kind. Almost the opposite of Mary Clare. She was going to have to work hard to become a saint.

Sister collected the quizzes from each row. Students automatically started pulling open the tops of their desks to retrieve their English books for the last class of the day, but Sister held up her hand.

"No, class. No English today. I have a surprise for you instead. This year, for the first time ever, the sixth grade will be entering a diocesan essay contest," Sister Charlotte announced, "and I'm excited for you all. The topic is 'What a Religious Vocation Means to Me' and ..." Tommy groaned behind Mary Clare and Jen Fitzgerald stuck her index finger in her mouth like she was going to throw up. Several snickers followed.

"And ... wait a minute. This contest has cash prizes! The diocese has never had prizes before, but this year an elderly couple from Madison made a donation specifically to help children start thinking about vocations as nuns or priests."

Mary Clare raised her hand so high she was completely out of her seat. "How much are the prizes?"

Sister's nose scrunched the way it did when she smiled. "The third prize is fifteen dollars."

Oohs and aahs plus one whistle.

"Second prize is double that."

"Thirty bucks!" Ron Lyons announced. "A kid could get a Schwinn for that!"

"Or Kelly could get two Barbie dolls with a whole bunch of clothes for her and Mary Clare." It was Tommy, of course.

"You don't care about the first prize?" Sister asked, feigning shock.

"Yes!" everyone said in unison.

"Fifty dollars, but" - Sister stopped while everyone took in noisy breaths - "you have steep competition. Remember, it's every sixth grade class in the whole diocese."

Mary Clare couldn't breathe. She pictured the diocesan directory. It was way bigger than the Littleburg, Wisconsin phone book. There had to be fifty different churches in it. She looked around. There were forty-three kids in her class. She didn't even want to think of how many essays that would be.

It didn't matter. She had to win. Fifty dollars! Mary Clare's parents would be so relieved. Her mom might even be okay with having another baby. Let me win first prize, Lord, and I'll know you've accepted my deal to be become a saint. She would start being good now. Forget the chocolate Coke with Kelly; she'd obediently walk the kids home. Please, God. Please.

"Don't look so glum, kids. You have the same chance of winning as everyone else. So let's take the focus off the prizes and think about the essay itself. You will also be getting an English grade for your essay, so make it sparkle! You won't get class time to write it but the contest deadline isn't until Monday, May 1, so they'll be due on Friday, April 28. That's a little over two weeks. Ask God to help you do your best work."

The squeal of the intercom made everyone cover their ears. Mary Clare looked at the clock. In three minutes the bell would ring. Sister Agnes always managed to time the afternoon messages so that the bell rang the minute she was done speaking. There was some speculation among the students that she actually rehearsed the announcements with her stopwatch.

"May I have your attention, please? Saint Maria Goretti School will begin selling World's Finest Chocolate Bars starting Monday. Each child is expected to sell a minimum of twenty chocolate bars to help pay for school supplies. So tell your parents and start thinking of people who will want to enjoy these delicious chocolate treats. Next week begins our annual campaign to collect money for pagan babies. Remember that saving a pagan baby is saving a soul. The boy or girl from each class who contributes the most money will be given a scapular blessed by the late Pope John XXIII. Remember that by wearing a scapular every day, you are protected at the time of death. So take your allowance or offer to do extra chores around the house to collect money for this worthy cause. A reminder that all children are expected to attend daily Mass. I have been advised that a few of you are congregating outside Sentry Foods instead of attending. In the future, anyone missing Mass will receive detention and parents will be notified. Also, the sixth grade Camp Fire Girls will have a bake sale on Monday after school. Finally, will Mary Clare O'Brian please report to the office."

"Mary Clare's in trou-ble," Tommy said. A few kids snickered but stopped when Gregory chimed in. "Well, I'm sure she's not going to get spanked by Father Dwyer for breaking a window, like some people I know." Now everybody laughed except Tommy, whose face matched his red hair. He was the first kid out of the room.

Mary Clare's heart sank. The only time she ever got called to the office was because of money. At least she wouldn't have to let Kelly know that she couldn't go out for the chocolate Coke. She shrugged at Kelly. What could she do? Nice of God to take away the temptation.

As all the other kids rushed out of the classroom, heading to their lockers to exchange books or clamoring down the two flights of stairs to the main entrance, Mary Clare walked slowly in the opposite direction. She dreaded going to the office of Sister Agnes, or as the students called her behind her back, "Sister Agony." When she was halfway down the long, dimly lit corridor she could make out the image of Sister Agony sitting behind her desk in her office at the end of the hall. Lord, she prayed please help me be sweet like Mary. Please help me not show Sister how much I can't stand her.

(Continues...)



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Saint Training 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
uu_jennifer More than 1 year ago
Sixth grader Mary Claire O'Brien wants to one day become Mother Superior and writes a letter to the local mother superior to explain why. In the sometimes humorous correspondence that develops between the two, she not only wonders about the requirements to become a nun (before she starts liking boys too much), but also about the rapidly changing Catholic church in 1967. As Mary Claire attempts to improve her behavior (she's hoping to also become a saint) she becomes aware of exactly how many times she sins everyday by the weight of pebbles she keeps in her pockets. This could be a problem in her future career, not to mention that she's not sure she could give the vow of obedience. In addition to her saint training, there are other things happening around her that she doesn't understand. For example, two of her brothers are at odds with their father, one because he's not out of high school and wants to enlist in the army to fight in the Vietnam war, and the other because he's trying to receive the conscientious objector status so he won't be drafted and have to fight in that war. As well, the recent riots in Milwaukee concerning unfair housing and segregated public schools force a statement from the local priest Father Gropi concerning his views on civil rights. But her mother's decision to find a job outside the house as the woman's movement takes hold might be the issue with which Mary Claire must grapple the most. How will she handle the ridicule from her friends and their parents, with whom she is already having a shaky relationship? The tumultuous setting forces Mary Claire to learn about herself and to consider her future in a way that might not have been possible prior to the combination of these events. This coming-of-age story is recommended not only for those readers in grades 6-9 who might have a religious interest in the changes occurring in the Catholic Church, but also to those who are interested in fiction based on historical events. There is a brief scene with mention of marijuana and drug paraphernalia.
ijustgetbored on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Mary Clare O'Brian is a fresh voice in fiction, very realistic: sometimes self-assured and confident, sometimes full of doubt, worrying over everything from family financial woes to the situation in Vietnam. She is a typical young teen suspended between childhood and adult concerns, forced to grow up quickly as the oldest girl in her large traditional Catholic family. She is forced to assume a lot of responsibility and often resents it, but Fixmer is fair and balanced about this, with Mary Clare being grateful that the responsibilities allow her to spend more time with her mother, for instance: it's not a diatribe against the life Mary Clare is leading.It is a search for Mary Clare to find herself-- to literally find her own voice, as represented through a school essay-writing contest-- in the upheaval of the 1960s. Everything is changing, within her own household, within her church, in the world without. These changes are reflected even on the level of how her friends treat her; nothing is untouched. We see how a generation was unable to bundle themselves away from change, how there was no refuge, whether in family, friends, or religion. With a mother turning to Betty Friedan and nuns taking up new habits, Mary Clare cannot expect anything to be the same from one day to the next. Like the strong character she is, Mary Clare attempts to negotiate these changes and to incorporate these changes into her worldview.It is not until the last two pages of the novel that we get a declaration from Mary Clare herself about who she has discovered herself to be. The only complaint I would have here is that after so much build-up to Mary Clare's character formation, the revelation of "who she is" seems rather rushed, and it is a little unsatisfying to not have any idea of the reprecussions of her declaration of independence.The other concern I would have would be for the targeted age group of readers. References to CO status, running away to Canada, the church's involvement in antiwar protests, The Feminine Mystique, and more abound. There is not much to contextualize these references, and I would be concerned that young readers would not recognize, for example, what a CO was without some explanation. A little context might help young readers feel less adrift.All in all, a strong debut with an immensely likeable main character and a colorful supporting cast.
bdouglas97 on LibraryThing 3 months ago
First time author Elizabeth Fixmer pens a work of fiction that is more autobiographical by her own admission with a touch of history in it. The main character, Mary Claire, is set on becoming not just a nun, but a Mother Superior, but in her journey, finds herself conflicted with the issues of the time (1960's) such as the Vietnam war, civil rights and womens rights among others. I found the book inspirational and quirky fun.
prkcs on LibraryThing 3 months ago
During the turbulent 1960s, sixth-grader Mary Clare O'Brian makes a deal with God: she will try to become a saint if He provides for her large, cash-strapped family.
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romancemistress More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed Elizabeth Fixmer's book Saint Training a great deal, not because I had anything in common with Mary Clare O'Brian, but because it's the kind of book young kids should read now and rarely do. Mary Clare is a sixth grader who writes the Mother Superior of the Good Shepherd nuns because she wants to be a nun, preferably before she becomes too deeply immersed in her interest in boys. The Good Shepherd order works with unwed mothers, helping to place their children. Mary Clare helps keep her own younger siblings in line because her mother is pregnant yet again and their family really can't afford another kid so she thinks she is ideally suited to this order...really she wants to jump straight to Mother Superior because she likes to be in charge and would enjoy the special privileges she feels sure would come with the job. Thus starts an engaging, frank, and often unintentionally hilarious correspondence between young Mary Clare and Mother Monica. Mary Clare takes on the task of earning enough money to pay off one of her younger sister's Catholic school debts because she doesn't want to further burden her parents with more money worries. She also thinks it's a way of progressing to sainthood. Mary Clare is the epitome of an eleven/twelve year old then or now. She is the star of her own everyday drama. Her personal drama involves being good enough to live up to her side of a deal with God so that he will give her family enough money to make life perfect. Of course it's completely unrealistic with her insistence on counting her every sin, converting others to what she has been told is the one true faith, parading around in lacy veils as her own re-design of a nun's habit, and making plans to start her own convent if Mother Monica won't accept her application. But the book uses the humor lightly as relief from her family's very real struggles and against the backdrop of changes in the Catholic church, the fight for civil rights and the Viet Nam war. Saint Training was sweetly entertaining and educational at the same time, and because it ends so abruptly, I'm hoping Fixmer is planning a sequel.
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