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Journal of Women in Educational Leadership, Vol. 6, No.2-April 2008 ISSN: 1541-6224


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In a quest to visit the Statue of Liberty, the incredibly long line of similar adventurers waiting for the experience distracted me. I determined that in order to board the ferry to Liberty Island, in addition to the treacherous line to acquire the ticket, I would need to have two security screenings before I could begin the ascent of the steps. I was not charmed by the idea of investing a day in seeking this bonding experience with the Statue. Besides, I had made the trek many years ago when I was much more enthusiastic and before the advent of security screenings and endless lines. I began to retrace my steps through the park to the subway station of my arrival. I had seen a very old, red brick building on my way to the Statue of Liberty. The building was three stories and appeared to be from the era of George Washington. It was not prominently marked as a historic site ... but it had "the look." I walked to the front of the building, walked around the front in search of some identification, and went up the steps to explore more. In the entryway, there were a number of brochures. To the left, a small office appeared to be unoccupied. A sign described the building as "a place to rest a while." To the left was a small chapel. By picking through the brochures, I determined that I was in a shrine or memorial to Elizabeth Ann Seton. Very old pictures that traced Seton's life decorated the back of the chapel. There were possibly as many as 40 of these colored pictures. I read the story they told.