I remember I took organ lessons at St. Agatha's Conservatory of Music (now torn down)in St. Paul. Being Lutheran, we didn't have to wear hats or scarves for church services. But Sister Rose Immaculate was really hard when it came to going into the House of God. She said "Where's your hat?" "I don't have one." "Where's your scarf?" "I don't have one."" She reached into a long hidden pocket somewhere in her habit and pulled out a piece of Kleenex, plopped it on my head and proceeded to teach me how to correctly play the organ. Edie