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margaret-mary-fitzsimonsSister Margaret Mary FitzSimons

1919 - 2013

Born: 9th May 1919

Entered Religious Life: 17th January 1938

Died: 9th March 2013



An appreciation of Sr Margaret Mary FitzSimons

Eulogy given at Sr. Margaret Mary's Funeral Mass by Sr Kathleen Newell

A little boy who lived near one of our convents in Ireland explained to his friend that the ladies wearing black dresses and lived in the convent were sisters who hadn’t yet passed their examinations to be sisters.

I was a lady dressed in a black dress and Sr. Margaret Mary wore a white veil when we first met.  We exchanged greetings and before I could say another word, she said, “You know you could get into trouble for speaking here.”  She lost no time in helping me pass my examination to be a sister!  The year was 1940 and we’ve been friends ever since.

One of Sr. Margaret Mary’s first assignments was teaching 2nd graders in a poor area of Dublin City.  Like our foundress, Mother Mary Aikenhead, Margaret had a great love and respect for the poor.  She was determined that these children would grow up with a good sense of their dignity as children of God.  Their social status could never change that.  She also influenced the parents, letting them know that lack of money didn’t mean that they couldn’t have a good self-image.

Good manners was a priority for Sr. Margaret Mary.  Parents began to notice the difference in their children’s behavior especially at table.  One mother questioned her little girl about this and received the reply, “Sr. Margaret Mary wants us to eat like ladies and she showed us how!”  Sister was anxious to have the children live in pleasant surroundings.  Her artistic ability enabled her to do this at least while they were in school.

Sr. Margaret Mary also taught in this country and I’m sure that she is very happy to see a former student, Msgr. Michael Meyers, concelebrate at Mass of the Resurrection today.  She must also be happy to see so many family & friends here.  Margaret loved her family.

Probably Sr. Margaret Mary is best known for her work at Marycrest Manor Nursing Home.  She will be remembered as a kind and gracious lady in her capacity as administrator there for almost 25 years.  She believed that pleasant surroundings contributed to the well-being of residents and staff.  She certainly provided that.

She deeply appreciated the contributions of benefactors and volunteers and was prompt in giving thanks.

In her declining years when she became a resident at Marycrest, she often told me that she could never be grateful enough for the excellent care.  If someone were asked to describe Sr. Margaret Mary, I think that the word gracious would come to mind.  In her room she kept a dish of candy for nurses and housekeepers who cared for her. Sr. Margaret’s sweet way of saying, “Thanks”!  Since the dietary staff didn’t usually come to her room, she would write a thank-you note in her beautiful hand-writing and place it on the tray before returning the tray to the kitchen.

Sr. Margaret Mary knew that she was loved, and proof of that was the outpouring of grief on Saturday when she died and passed from the caring hands of the Marycrest nurses to the loving hands of God where, as today’s reading tells us, “no torment can touch her.”  Forever, she will “rest form her labors and her works will follow her”.  May she rest in peace.  Amen.

Sr. Joseph Helen Cunningham.


We are standing this morning on holy ground: the place where Mary Aikenhead spent the last years of her life as an invalid – a woman whose vision, courage and practical common-sense gave birth to our Congregation and to our long and graced history of service of the poor, the weak and the vulnerable. Today we are celebrating the life of Sr. Joseph Helen, a woman who cherished that charism, serving those in need with fidelity and generosity, and who also spent the last years of her life here in the Hospice. 


The readings this morning are both comforting and challenging. In the Gospel Jesus speaks of himself as the Way, the Truth and the Life. He invites us to put our hope and our trust in Him and in His promise to be with us, steadily and constantly as we try each day to walk his way, to speak his truth, to live his life. It is an apt description of the life and commitment of the woman whom we are remembering here.


In her 103 years of life, Sr. Joseph Helen lived through historical and global changes that are impossible for us to imagine. She experienced seismic shifts in Church and state. She witnessed wars and famines on a world scale. Through all of those years she remained steadfastly faithful to the constant core of who she was as an RSC. She was born Dorothy Cunningham in Ballacolla in Portlaoise on 1st July 1908. She was an only girl, with one brother, and was much loved by all. Her childhood and youth reflected the calm ordinariness of children’s lives at that time. Following her degree studies she spent some months caring for her mother who was ill and then secured a job teaching in Mountjoy St. School in Dublin. Her father was not impressed! His comment on hearing of that place was: “It doesn’t sound like much of a job but you like working for the poor and you’ve always been good at it”. She remained there until she entered the Sisters of Charity on 5th October 1931. 


In the first reading we are told that God gives strength to the wearied; that those who hope in Yahweh will soar like eagles, run and no grow weary, walk and never tire. That was so true of J. Helen throughout her active life. She was missioned back to Mountjoy St. after her religious profession and taught there for 12 years. Following a year’s further study in Scotland, she went to teach in a Secondary Modern school in Walthamstow in England for a year. And then came the call to be one of our three founding Sisters of the Zambian Region, or Northern Rhodesia as it then was.


In 1948 they set sail, travelling for four weeks by boat – The Athlone Castle - rail, bus and lorry before arriving in Chisekesi Siding on a dark morning on 28th October 1948. Sr. Helen kept a diary of the journey which was printed for the 50th anniversary and which gives a fascinating insight into their journey and how they coped with, what was for them, such a strange and almost ‘alien’ environment. 


One can only imagine the anticipation and anxiety, the challenge and the loneliness, the wonder and the doubts that marked that journey and her first months in Zambia. It was a place and people that she came to love and cherish. She committed herself to the education of girls and brought the gift of knowledge and freedom to countless women who still remember her with gratitude and appreciation. There are many past pupils with sad hearts in Zambia at the moment – their sadness at her passing tempered only by their gratitude that she is free from the debilities of her age. And that mourning is echoed this morning among our sisters there in the Region and here in this Chapel in the sisters who lived with her and shared her life for those 30 years.


Her first 15 years in Zambia were spent in the Teacher training college run by the Jesuits and began her work in promoting the education of girls – beginning with the setting up of a girls secondary boarding school in Roma in Lusaka. Nine years later she was appointed Regional Leader and on Independence day 1978 she was conferred with the Order of Distinguished Service for 30 years of outstanding service to the people of Zambia in the fields of Education and Social work.


While she was a formidable woman in many ways, with high standards and expectations, her devotion to her religious life and her commitment to education was recognized and appreciated by all who knew her. She was a strict disciplinarian, spoke the truth without apology and demanded very high standards. At the same time her heart was compassionate and her generosity and hospitality were known and appreciated by all. 


Like all of us, Helen has known suffering and joy, tears and laughter, pain and happiness, loneliness and friendship. And she had strong relationships with her friends – too numerous to mention – but exemplified in the love and devotion of Sr. Mary Bernadette Collins and Catherine Fallon. Up to the end she valued and enjoyed her relationships with her nieces, nephews and other family members and followed their lives with interest, with love and with prayer. 


In 1978 she was missioned to Ireland and worked on our Constitutions. Subsequently she was appointed as local leader to our community in Crumlin before her appointment to our Provincial Leadership team and consequent arrival here in Our Lady’s Mount in 1981.


Sr. J. Helen’s commitment to Mary Aikenhead's charism was single-minded and she never compromised on that. The second reading confirms her attitude to life: nothing outweighs the supreme advantage of knowing Christ Jesus.  It is only through Him, with Him and in Him that we can find life and happiness and fulfilment. Rooted in that conviction, she endorsed and embraced anything that served the people for whom she cared in a better, more dignified or respectful way.  


She suffered in her growing debility and weakness these last years and all of us – family, community, friends and colleagues - were saddened as we watched her suffering and her struggle to cope. In spite of the wonderful, caring staff who surrounded her and the sisters and friends who were her constant support, she had difficult and dispiriting days. Yet she never gave up . Her faith in Providence was the touchstone of her life. In the midst of all her pain and letting-go she was confident that he was with her, holding her, comforting her and in the end, calling her to himself. And when that call came, she yielded her spirit to the Lord, peace-filled, calm and trusting - blest with a death that had no struggle, no pain, no fear. And perhaps I can end with some words of hers, written in the diary of which I spoke, on her arrival in Chikuni: “Now that we have reached our Promised Land we must thank God and Our Lady for our very pleasant and on the whole easy journey which we have had . . . . “ Those words echo, not only the journey to Chikuni, but her life journey, now at its end as she moves, we believe, into the fullness of the Promised land of God’s life and love.