Artifacts; Louise Fletcher

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would sound awful. But having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachings to suit their own desires and will turn away from listening to the truth. Nurse Ratchet. I hated her. And then at the same time. Last week when the board of trustees was meeting here the same thing happened someone said Nurse Ratchet I hated her but I also loved her for the ability to carry off that character so persistently to have stuck and endured to that character. When we hear those kinds of things that is name recognition. It may also say something about the age of some of us. Many have never seen warrants Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. In fact some of it is saying that when we go back to conferences where they use it for something to use as

a starter for discussions and that means it's usually an old fan that's been used and used and used but it is invaluable for the reflection that is used. But the name recognition that is frequently associated with Louis Fletcher gives us great pride here at all things to say. Yes she is. A graduate of all things college. Thank you. 54. I personally feel a great affinity with Miss lecture. She's a piquet. That is she as a priest kid or a preacher's kid as some people say and identified are children. Her father was an Episcopal priest who had a special ministry to the deaf. Both of her parents were totally deaf and so she had parents who gave her gifts that problem in any of us would certainly envy. They freed her.

To pursue her dreams to discover her many gifts and talents and to try that out in this world. But still with a successful movie and television career. Her abiding concern her interest her work with those who are hearing impaired and deaf I think stands out as one of the most significant parts of her life and a true ministry in this world. So in this age when 40 years ago she was in this sale. As a graduate of all things college it is with great pride that we once again welcome her the least lecture class and I can get you killed. Get away with.

Family and friends. The last time I public it was just after my graduation. And I love country church not far from where we are today. Hot summer day and there's been a big party late into the night before the hard and every black and I fainted when I hit the floor of which was above everybody else

and the organist kept playing. It was really beautiful. Oh perfect love. So if anything happens today you know what to do. You just keep going and pretend I was never here. Now you see her now you don't hear me say you all. Being here is ruining all the work and years of work that I've done to eliminate or or eradicate my Alabama accent. When I was here at All Saints my beloved French teacher Miss Welsh said to me one day if you say you are day one more time you're out of my class. You know this was the way I

conjugated French. But this isn't really what I wanted to tell you about. I care about is how it happened that I came to All Saints. I came here in my freshman and sophomore year at the junior college. Maybe some of you didn't know that back in those olden days there was a junior college here and in fact there were 11 in my class that I think a lot of people back then didn't know there was a junior college here they certainly didn't know there was a difference between a junior college and high school. I think the administration didn't realize there was a difference because college girls had to keep the same room as the high school. The most memorable one perhaps the most disagreeable one was we had to be and at 5:45 in the afternoon

and that was our curfew. This wasn't particularly true of dating as I recall. For me. YOUNG MAN. Air conditioning and. More dormitory. Men. Men on the campus. A man on the floor man on the floor. One would come to repair something and there was actually that. Person A man. And a half back man. Sorry. I want to go

back to the beginning. There were. There were four children in our family and every summer. We would drive. From where we lived in Birmingham Alabama. To Bryan Texas. Where my mother's family where. And our parents. Would leave there to have a long life or be. Aunts and uncles and our grandmother. And then they'd come back later in our second car. For the drive. Or coming. My father would drive through the battlefield car. Pull up. In front of. Things. Which would to me starting out when I was very young. This big building with white pillars. And he would point to it look at me because I was the oldest girl. And he would

say. That's where you're going. To. It's as much a highlight of our trip as being at a restaurant in Meridian. Or. In Shreveport Louisiana where kids insisted that we could sleep in teepee. And. Of course for many many summers the concept of going away to school much to me. But later on in high school when my classmates were applying to colleges and universities. Around the place. I did understand that one of the major reasons that my father had chosen. Was financial. He could afford to send any of his. Children to go on to college or near he without. And substantial help. And I think that he

felt confident. That he could help me get a scholarship. From the Bishop of Alabama's discretionary fund and that's exactly what happened. And there was one requirement attached to receiving this scholarship. And that was at the beginning of every semester. I had to go see the Bishop of Alabama. And visit with him for a few minutes. And then he would reach down. In the from the bottom drawer and take out an enormous check book. Well. In those days it seemed enormous to me. And he would write a check for my tuition and give it to me. Bishop carpenter. Who was Bishop of Alabama at that time was six foot at least I want to say six six but I think he was six. And he weighed well over 200 pounds. He would. Ask me. About my grades. About my future my plans.

My check. Then he would stand. Giving me a great big hug. And he had me in his arrest. Every time. Each and every time. He would say the same thing. And it would reverberate all around my head. Remember who you are. And what you represent. NY was. Wondering. What is it that I represent and saying this to me. And years later when I was children of my own. I visited the place where he was buried. And was written by. Her.

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