The year was 1957, the month September, and I had just turned eight years old. Dwight eisenhower was president, but in my life it was the diminutive, intense sister mary lurana who ruled, at least in the third-grade clas...The year was 1957, the month September, and I had just turned eight years old. Dwight eisenhower was president, but in my life it was the diminutive, intense sister mary lurana who ruled, at least in the third-grade class where I was held captive.