THE HAPPY NUN CAFE la soeur joyeuse |
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About the Happy Nun Cafe & Music
The Happy Nun Cafe & Music was born from our mutual desire to create a third place (somewhere outside of work and home) where people could gather to share the important things of life.
We are fresh We are flexible We are aesthetic aficionados We are versatile Our Values Is there really a Happy Nun? These Sister's of the Cross raised the funds and built St. Joseph's Academy & Convent in three stages, culminating in the large chapel erected directly across from the Our Lady of LaSalette Church. When we put in our vegetable garden we were told that the nun's had their garden in the same spot (surely a good sign!), and that a Sister Augusta was the chief cook and gardener. We haven't discovered anything else about her, but in my mind she was the happiest among them all. When we decided to open a cafe, we were going to call it the Alma Street Cafe, and for good reason. Our marriage proposal happened at the Alma Street Cafe, a quaint little jazz place, in Vancouver, B.C. (flying back to Vancouver to celebrate an anniversary several years later ended in disappointment that the Alma Street Cafe had been paved over into a parking lot). Forget was originally called Alma for the first postmaster's daughter. Alma was located a couple of miles north east of the present village of Forget until the rail line came through precipitating the change in location and name (Forget is named after Saskatchewan's first Lieutenant Governor, Amadeus Etienne Forget). The street north of the Happy Nun Cafe running east and west is Alma. Good reasons indeed. Then Shannon had a dream about the cafe. It was full of people laughing, clearly enjoying the food and wine. It seemed like a delightful place to be, the decor, the food, the conversations―all were animated and joy-filled. The name of the place in the dream was the Happy Nun Cafe. And that was that. Who knew, when the local farmers built a huge granary (a drive-thru at that!), which got moved and turned into the parish hall (students at the convent remember movie nights), which got moved and turned into the community hall (wedding dances, Christmas concerts, parish lunches, more dances), that we would be entrusted with carrying on the legacy of this building providing our best offering of food, drink and entertainment? I think Sister Augusta would have been happy to know that we are here still gardening and cooking. |