I am not the first member of my family to leap over a wall. Nearly four hundred years ago, my ancestor, Thomas Baldwin of Diddlebury, leaped to freedom from behind the walls of the Tower of London, where he had been imprisoned for taking part in a plot for the escape of Mary Queen of Scots. His name, with an inscription and the date ‘July 1585’ can still be seen where he carved it on the wall of his cell in the Beauchamp Tower. Later, he added a motto to his coat-of-arms, Per Deum meum transilio murum— ‘By the help of my God I leap over the wall’. It has been the family motto of the Baldwins ever since; but the wall that I leapt over was a spiritual and not a material obstacle. In 1914, my cousin, William Sparrow, who disapproved of my entering the convent, wrote to me: “ Knowing you as I do, I can safely predict that it will be with you as with another fair and foolish female, whose unwisdom caused her to languish long behind prison walls. Your End will be your Beginning. I commend these words, with those of the family motto, to your meditations. Taken together, they may suggest a course of action in years to come.” In the following pages I have tried to describe what happened when my cousin’s rather ambiguous prophecy was fulfilled. It is a rash and foolhardy undertaking, in the circumstances, for I really know nothing about anything, except, perhaps, what goes on behind ‘high convent walls’. My only excuse is that so many, and such different kinds of people, have urged me to attempt it. Some of them said to me, ‘Because of your past environment, your angle is unusual. It should interest people. You ought to write about it.’ Others simply bombarded me with questions. It is chiefly on their account that I have embarked upon this book. Some of the remarks made to me revealed such fantastically wrong ideas about nuns and convents that I began to feel something ought to be done to put the monastic ideal in a truer perspective for those who know little’ or nothing about it. So I have tried to write accurately and fairly about life in a strictly enclosed convent, as I myself experienced it. To do this it was necessary to describe not only the wonderful and exalted spiritual ideal which inspires that life, but also certain aspects of it which, for various reasons, may perhaps leave something to be desired. I do not feel that I have done my subject justice. If, however, these pages help to straighten out even a few of the curiously crooked notions which so many people still appear to retain about convents, I shall be well satisfied.

The world offers fantastic experiences and human encounters in new environments; these are lifes highlights. In My Impressions, author Frank Olsson captured many special moments during his worldwide travels and now shares these in this memoir and travelogue. A collection of twenty-nine notes on life and travel, the events take place in Asia, the United States, Europe, and New Zealand. The vignettes describe the locations and experiences with a light and positive approach, reflecting Olssons appreciation for his rich life. Meet the cab driver in New York; have a drink at the Wells Tavern; tour Petoskey, Michigan; stroll the streets of Milano; and relax on the beach at Waikiki. Filled with vivid descriptions of people and surroundings, and interspersed with tidbits of local history, My Impressions showcases Olssons wide array of experiences during his international travels in the banking industry. The writings highlight Olssons openness to new people and new situations, and underscores the philosophy that deep and genuine friendships can be made anywhere in the world.