William Yaley '63 | November 9, 2016
My wife and I first met Sister Kateri Maureen Koverman in February 1975. Dressed in cargo pants and a loose-fitting cotton shirt, she looked like an expatriate traveling to a foreign country. The dark lines under her eyes indicated that she was overworked and very tired. She was bringing orphans from Vietnam to adoptive parents in the United States, and we helped babysit some of these children at the San Francisco International Airport while they awaited planes to take them to other states.
Due to delays in her plane back to the orphanage in war-torn South Vietnam, Sister Kateri stayed at our house that evening. She was soft-spoken, deflecting attention from herself, but did an astonishing job of helping those who couldn’t help themselves. Despite her obvious fatigue, we stayed up late, discussing the need to help Vietnamese orphans, with her pleading with us to tell our friends and relatives to consider adopting a child from her orphanage in South Vietnam. She had been there for about three years, running the orphanage and processing paperwork for adoptees to get out of the country.