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ISSUE # 24
September 1993
N 0 T I C E: Because of the fine response we have had to the "editorial" in the
August issue of Marists All, we are publishing an early edition of issue #24. We
are giving preference mainly to correspondence that treated of our questions on
the future of the newsletter and to the writings of first-time respondants. We
regret that we must hold off some articles and portions of other articles to our
next issue, which we plan to publish in the not-too-distant future. And we hasten
to express our sincere gratitude for the extraordinary financial support we have
had.
FROM BILL (Joseph William) MURPHY ('40): The editors of Marists All
explain that the list of our deceased Brothers on page 10 of the August '93 issue
is as complete from 1991 as they know to make it. that a list! So many, and all at
once for me! What a terrible wave of sadness swept over me as I read and
reflected on those people who have been a part of my life more deeply than I
could have thought.
I can hear Big Gill making his monthly request: Any mags? I hear Freddie
bearing us on through the awesome novitiate days with a tide of good humor and
the help of Soeur Therese.. legions of tales about Big Dumont saving the
population of Cotabato by acting as a human bulldozer during a ferocious fire ...
Bill Lee, the "Campbell Soup Kid" of the Esopus Juniorate; ,,, 'Ti" Mike with his
track teams and his construction crews.. Danny Emilian, ever affable, ever
good... Gabe Vincent, a true original and God's con man, to the delight of all ..
John Pat and his spellbinding stories around the juniorate campfires, "muscles
like soccer balls" ... Bob "Brother Dear" and the Poughkeepsie laundry run.
These are good people; I did not realize how good, when I was among them.
There you have some of the memories I have of these fine men and what they
now mean to me as I enter into that diminishing circle of attendance. It is a
terrible wave, for it is sweet sadness as well.
I read the list of deceased in relation to the editorial on pages 1-3. What is being
said? If the thrust is finance, that surely can be solved, Marists All as an idea
forum, though interesting and informative, may not be very important. The real
issue to me is the preservation of a set of experiences, of a link of irreplaceable
memories, of a history of special relationships. The continuity, the inspiration,
the "sweet sadness" ... that is the "ALL" of the newsletter to me. For the "old
folks" it stirs those wonderful moments when we dream about what was, and for
the young, the hope that what is, will be better. How priceless that we ALL
acknowledge our debt to each other and find peace in our hearts. (6260 South
Iake Dr,, Apt. 803, Cudahy, Wi. 53110)
FROM MARTIN (Patrick Martin) HARTE ('47): You are doing a great service
for all Marists. Keep it alive because the litany of names, events, and
experiences enlighten the hearts and souls of all of us. Though there are many of
us who haven't checked in as yet, we mean to do so some day. And to all of you
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who have written, thanks ... many thanks! The deaths of Brian Lonergan and
Johnny Marren were shockers that I wasn't ready for. I guess we're all getting
there. Hope to be at the picnic this September. (50 Plane Tree Lane, St. James,
N. Y. 11780; 516-862-8852)
FROM ALEX SENES ('64): Old habits are hard to break, and so I can't refuse
your direct exhortation in the cover letter accompanying the last issue of Marists
All. Today's gospel was about St. Peter walking and faltering on the water, and
Jesus extending his arm to save him from his fears and from drowning. It's
amazing to me to see how many times in my life the hand that was stretched out
to Peter was stretched out to me! In 1983 after about 17 years of teaching high
school Spanish and English, I decided to study pre-med, and in 1984 with my
wife and five year old daughter I moved to Guadalajara, Mexico, where I went to
medical school. You can imagine that I did some "walking on water" and
definitely felt I would drown. I got very close to God - ironically, I thought;
INTENTIONALLY, He said!
Anyway, four years and a residency in Psychiatry later, I'm still "walking on
water" with shaky legs. I work in an in-patient ward at the Bronx Municipal
Hospital Center where along with three other Psychiatrists, a Psycologist, two
Social Workers, and a whole bunch of dedicated Nurses, we treat some of the
most severe mentally ill patients that you can imagine. On my way to work,
somewhere between Exit 5 of the Palisade Interstate and the Washington Bridge,
I pray for my family, my friends, and my patients, all the while feeling that I'm
doing what God wants me to do at this time of my life. I feel like He's been
preparing me all along. It's really great work with tremendous satisfaction, but
it's done with "trembling knees."
I have to confess that I consider myself to be a very lucky man, blessed with a
very supportive wife, an inspiring young adolescent daughter, and some really
outrageous friends like Tom Nolan and Pat Collins. As a matter of fact, we make
it a point to get together on a regular basis to connect and recharge our batteries
on multiple levels, including religious, philosophcal, professional (we're in the
same field), but most of all on a fraternal level. After all these years and after so
many changes in my life I can say that what I experienced at Tyngsboro and at
the College is not so much a fond memory, but is something that I try to live
now; in fact, I think it's something I've always lived, as a single man, a husband,
a father, a teacher, a musician, and now as a doctor. There, you have my
meditation for today! It was hard for me to share it because somehow it felt like
a violation of the spirit of humility. What motivated me was the realization that
I'm writing to my brothers, and they'll understand because they know me.
I strongly believe in Marists All, both the publication and the organization. I'm
for even more communication among us! I believe in "networking." There's
strength in numbers and we've got them! Let the silent ones be heard. We have to
talk with one another, because we're a family, and "pass the butter" using the old
one-finger-in-the-air trick does not make it!!What is it? One finger for butter and
two for jelly? I'm free associating now. I better stop before I start to
hallucinate!!!!(44 Orangeburgh Road, Old Tappan, N. J. 07675-7441; 201-768-
7883)
GMC PICNIC
SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 18th
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NOON to 5
MT. ST. MICHAEL
FROM ED (Martin Jude) CASTINE ('50): The August issue arrived on
Thursday and as always I read it from beginning to end. The introductory part
was, at least initially, somewhat alarming as it seemed to indicate that the
publication was in danger of stopping. Gus and Dave, and all those who help
them do a terrific job; they perform a great service to all of us by helping us to
keep in touch with our Marist roots. Thanks to them and to all who make Marists
All possible.
In response to some of the ideas put forth, I would hope that the number of
issues would remain the same. As regards content, the other suggestions are
good ideas that I would go along with. Varying a little from the current format
could make the newsletter more interesting to wives and to family members.
Maureen thinks that Marists All is a great idea; she marvels at the Marist Spirit
and usually discusses some of the news with me.
Once again we see that it is time for the GMC picnic. We really regret our
inability to be there, but we look forward to the day when we will be much
closer to the East and will be able to attend. Perhaps at that time we will
introduce some "South Texas, Tex-Mex" dishes to the shared food. Hope you all
have a great time.
The list of deceased that was published is greatly appreciated. Reading down the
list I could not help but remember many of these fine Marists and how they
touched and influenced my life. Locally we were particularly saddened by the
sudden and untimely deaths of Br. John McNamara and John Marren. (Note: Ed
follows with a fine tribute to these two men; we'll publish it in the next issue.)
(105 St. Joseph Drive, Brownsville, Tx. 78520; 210-544-0951)
FROM CHARLEY (Peter Daniel) KELLY ('51): It's funny how some things
never die. I looked at the calendar the other day and realized that it was "the
26th." As a young monk there was only one 26th, the day we took the habit, the
day we made our first vows. As you might expect, a flood of memories filled my
mind ... Tyngsboro in '50 and '51, and then the reunion just three years ago. And
within a day or two I was reading the latest issue of the newsletter. It seems
strange to realize that we don't have Mickey Sheridan or our Danny Sullivan any
more. I will also miss Br. Edward Michael who taught me Geometry at the
Mount in '48. And he taught me much about being a monk and a man as we
played softball in Esopus the following year. The world and so many of us are
better for having worked and played and prayed with these men.
I feel very blessed to have renewed the connection with the monks a few years
ago. Why I was not involved when I lived so close in Fishkill I will never
understand, but I now value the newsletters and want to encourage those who are
keeping us connected to contime in this ministry. Please don't break this link
with our Marist heritage; it is valued by many, even the ones like myself who
have not been active in the past. I would like to hear how our common
beginnings have matured over the years. My own relationship with God has
gone through many twists and turns and is far different from the relationship of
that young man who used to pitch on the softball teams in the early '50s. And yet
I recognize certain principles that I know I was given as a young monk that have
stayed with me through all the years. I would like to hear from others about their
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thoughts on relationships and community and whatever else they would like to
share. I promise to try to contribute some more thoughts in the future. The
Marists All newsletter is a unique link between God and His monks! (Note:
There's more news from Charley in the next issue.) (6905 Jester Boulevard,
Austin, Texas, 78750-8343; 512-338-1722)
FROM CHARLIE (James Martin) SCOTT ('50): Marists All continues to be a
welcomed item in the mail, a much appreciated link with my Marist brothers,
triggering good memories of years past, reminding me of how much talent,
initiative, and capacity for good works is to be found in this very special group.
Hugh Crowe called to tell me of Mike Sullivan's death. In my memory "Big
Dan" is still the burly jokester, everybody's jolly friend, quick with the good-
humored banter. I know from classmates that he wasn't this way in later years,
but I have the fortune to remember him only as he was in Esopus, Tyngsboro,
and Poughkeepsie, when we laughed a lot and didn't know very much about
pain. Len Voegtle has written recently with the news of Johnny Marren's death,
and again my memory is kind to me: a face with an ever ready smile, a
temperament of unfailing equanimity, a tough competitor, an unparalleled model
for those of us in the class behind him.
Death continues to intrude this year. My uncle, Father James Scott, was buried
out of Holy Family Church in Brooklyn this past March., Bishop Daly presiding,
the Mass concelebrated by several. priests and attended by many more.That so
few of the priests were young men and so many were elderly, even feeble, was a
blunt reminder of one of the major challenges facing the American Catholic
Church. At the end of the Mass all the priests joined in singing the Salve Regina,
special to Brooklyn diocesan priests. For me it had a double significance. Then
in May I received word that a recently retired colleague, my closest friend in our
English Department for thirty years, had died in Dallas. Bill's death was no
surprise; but it brings one up short nevertheless. Intimations of mortality,
awareness of one's age, the long look in the mirror. Life is real, life is earnest ...
But hey, there's an upside to being 60: Today I saved 30 cents on my All-
American Burger at a roadside restaurant between Milwaukee and Madison by
selecting one of the Senior Specials available to those 55 and above! I said to
Anne, "Let's go for it. We've been 55 for five years already!" And we did. And
we are.
Last year, the night before Anne and I were leaving for New York to celebrate
our 35th wedding anniversary, Richard Tinker called to say hello. We hadn't
been in touch in forty years. It was quite wonderful to chat with him again, and I
am so glad that he wrote in a recent issue of the newsletter, reminding us of how
important it is to remember. We all have a clutter of particular vignettes of life
with the Marist Brothers stored in our memories, and these are surely precious.
The most precious remembrance is simply the time we spent together, for some
just a couple of years, for others a much longer span, and for still others it is
ongoing. The newsletter, as it is, speaks to all of us. Thanks to Gus and Dave. .
(Note: There is more news from Charlie ... next issue!) (4737 Iafayette Drive,
Madison, Wi. 53705; 608-233-3995)
FROM ADRIAN (Adrian Norbert) Perreault ('36): Betty Kopser and I were
married on June 19th at Holy Trinity Church in the presence of Father Joseph
IaMorte, administrator of Holy Trinity, Father John Brine, rector of St. Martin de
Porres, and Fr. Luke McCann, chaplain of Marist College ... and 125 guests. Our
honeymoon took us 1500 miles to the Adirondacks, where Betty's maternal
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ancestors lived; and on to the three major Canadian shrines, the Oratory,
Beaupre, and Our Lady of the Cape; and then to Camp Marist and to Haverhill to
visit my relatives who because of age and ill health could not travel to the
wedding ... 14 did come. The current pastor of St. Joseph's in Haverhill is Marist
Father Emile Guillemette, who was chaplain at Marist College in the '60s. ( 12
High Ridge Road, Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 12603-4605)
FROM PETE SEDLMIEIR ('61): I read, with interest as usual, the latest edition
of Marists All. I am one of those who have written only once, but if intentions
were self-fulfilling, you would have had something from me for every edition. I
think the idea of opening the format of the newsletter to a broader scope of
contributors and topics certainly has great possibilities. I know of former monks
who feel embarrassed "tooting their own horns!" I personally don't feel that is
what is happening in the newsletter, and I don't think the wives feel that way
either. Encouraging wives to contribute may help to get in touch with the reticent
ones. Besides, the wives would bring a different perspective that could enrich us
all.
It should prove to be thought provoking and practically and spiritually enriching
to have articles dealing with current problems and how they are approached,
with philosophical musings on life, with descriptions of jobs people have; that
might stimulate those out of work, those looking to change jobs, those looking
for volunteer areas. Marists All should be beautiful evidence of the fine caliber
of human beings that present and former Marist Brothers are. (Note: More news
from Pete in the next issue) 356 Burkhard Ave., Mineola, N. Y. 11501.).
FROM RICHARD (Gilbert Donateur) CONNELLY ('52): I am sorry to hear of
the passing of Dan Nolan. Dan was a group behind me; we worked together for a
time at St. Joseph's Regional High School in Montvale, New Jersey, back around
1970. Dan was a very caring guy and always had a twinkle in his eye. He'll be
missed.
It is great to read Marists All and to hear from old associates like Mike Kelly and
Des Kelly, Dom O'Brien, Bernie Woods, et al. I would miss Marists All, were it
to fold. I think we could easily continue the newsletter without undue burden if
each of us who can afford it, would help.
If I can be of service networking employment openings in the Florida area as
suggested by Joe Strang, I would be happy to do so. If you're in need of sun and
surf, come on down to 3901 South Ocean Drive (PH-X), Hollywood, FL. 33019.
Room, board, the ocean, and three swimming pools are yours. Join this beach
bum for a time. Phone: 305-457-1908.(Note: More news from Rich in the next
issue)
FROM DAN (Denis Michael) ST. JACQUES ('51): It is enjoyable reading
Marists All. The writings bring back marry fond memories. I expect to send an
article soon.
In addition to my regular employment in international insurance, I am a Vice
President and Director with a large Japanese company. I am retired from law
enforcement. I also do volunteer work in a local cancer care facility. It is part of
Mercy Hospital's hospice. Brian Lonergan was one of my patients. I could not
help but think of the saying, "Am I my brother's keeper?" For me the saying was
doubly true. Brian was with us for only a short time. His sense of humor was
quite evident. God decided that he had suffered enough with his pain, and He
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permitted him the blissfulness of a coma and then death. I appreciate that I had a
small opportunity to be with him and to minister to his needs during his time in
cancer care. (106 Sackville Road, Garden City, N. Y. 11530)
FROM BR. KEN HOGAN ('64): We continue to read with delight each issue of
Marists All. If around Lawrence, please do stop in to see our retired Brothers.
(25 Leeds Terrace, Lawrence, Ma. 01843; 508-686-7411)
FROM DAN WATERS ('67): Twenty-six years ago we celebrated taking the
habit. The turbulent times that it was, the age of AQUARIUS being born, and
the group of '67 being consecrated ... WOW: Plenty of moments to be relived
and remembered. The daily ritual of prayer, the conferences, the chores to be
completed ... For me it has taken a while to put fingers to the computer and
attempt to capsulate the years in a few paragraphs.
Let me begin with my brief teaching days at Molloy while finishing my studies.
To this day I remember the kindness of Pat Charles and Angus's words of
encouragement to a first year teacher. The following September my former Latin
teacher, Charlie Marcellin, hired me to instruct the good boys of St. Helena.
Brother Director, Declan Claude, will not be forgotten with his Friday gatherings
of the community despite the "letters."
If Willy Maura can put pen to paper then surely I can. For the young monks KO
was our leader to the best pubs in NY, NJ, and Long Island.He is a true
missionary. Captain Keilty, John Lamassa, John Klein, Ed Jennings, Sarge,
Postulant Bob Andrews, Jim Maher, and who could forget Tom Nolan, along
with his best buddy in kitchen detail, Mario from Spain. These are memories not
easily forgotten.
After leaving Scanlan, as St. Helena became known in the late '70s, I entered the
world of training, development, and human resources. After spending a few
years at Bamberger's, part of the Macy chain, I took the helm of Matchbox cars,
leading their Human Resources. I left them to pursue the world of the courier
business with DHL; ask Mike Mullin and a few others who traveled the world as
couriers for us. Currently I am the Director of Human Resources for General
Cigar.
During this time of several career moves, at John Rogener's wedding, I met my
lovely bride of 13 years, Donna Fahy. She has been the helpmate and force
behind my success. She is the joy that makes each day worth living. Together we
have traveled the world as I did in the '70s. To date, it is over 60 countries and
still counting, I am using my experience as I deal with two off shore facilities
that I am responsible for in Jamaica and the Dominican Republic, and who
knows maybe Cuba someday.
Using a skill I acquired in the monks, I have developed a catering business.
Thanks to initial instruction from Jimmy the Cook in Esopus and from Willy
Maura, I have learned a few more tricks and have attended Le Cordon Bleu in
Paris.
Over the years I have kept in contact with KO and Clifford Perrera - it must be
the missionary that is still part of me. Donna and I did manage to attend the
150th anniversary at St. Pat's a few years ago. The day was filled with many
great moments, seeing friends of old and remembering the moments of the past.
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The Marist spirit is, as Phil Robert tried so hard to define years ago, a living,
breathing way of life. The newsletter is permeated with that spirit in countless
ways. The life that each of us has chosen obviously still has the tenet of "doing
good quietly," Each one of us has been affected, and each of us has affected
countless others in some way. I am grateful for my time as a monk. I say thank
you to all those who helped me become a better person.
I am currently living in Brielle, New Jersey, a shore town, but I work and reside
during the week in Connecticut. Gus, to write this note I used the James Joyce,
stream of consciousness, style that you taught us! (Box 185, Brielle, N. J. 08750;
908-528-1884)
GMC PICNIC: Looking forward to seeing many of you at the annual picnic to
be held again in the garth area of the Mount, Saturday, September 18th, 12-5.
Bring your own beverage and a pot-luck dish for a shared meal.
FROM DAN HANLEY ('57): Your recent letter and copy of Marists All
renewed some wonderful memories. I remember Br. Linus William enjoyed a
song with the lyrics "When I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember."
Well, I have grown older, and I have an abundance of YOU to remember. My
memory, however, is aided by a diary that I kept from August 30, 1956 (our
group's arrival at the Tyngsboro Novitiate from the Esopus Juniorate) until July
8, 1959.
Some sports memorabilia: the 1956 Thanksgiving Novice-Postulant football
games, Junior and Senior, were won by the Postulants and the 1957 games were
won by the Novices. In the 1956 Junior game John Ruel passed to Whartenby
for a touchdown. I'm not sure how, but in the senior game the winning
touchdown was from John Ruel to George Fontana and then to Tom Maloney.
Sounds illegal, but that is what I have recorded. In 1957 my four line entry is
very sketchy, but it looks like Brother Kevin Francis (Handibode) was the star
with some fancy running.
Also from my diary, during the early evening of the Founder's Day, June 6, 1958,
I was at the Last Rites for Br. Pius Victor. His words as I later copied them were,
"Jesus, make me like Thee. Be it done to me according to your word. Ask the
Brothers to forgive me. Ask the Postulants and Novices to forgive me." Well,
Brother Pius went to the hospital, and Brother David became Master of Novices
on June 29th. Brother Pius wanted to finish the grotto by July 26th. I think it was
ready, with valuable help from some visiting Brothers.
At the Marist College gym on March 2, 1959, the Brothers played the lay
students in basketball; they won by twenty points. To be fair I think there were
only eleven lay students in day classes then. I recall that the lay students had a
cheering section of student nurses from St. Francis Hospital. On March 7, 1959,
I wrote that thirty lay students came to take entrance exams.
A few years ago I called Marist College to get a transcript. I was asked for my
student number. The only number I ever wrote down (#178) was the one
assigned by Br. Frederick Charles in the novitiate tailor shop. I spent two years
learning to sew from Brother Charles. I started on the foot-powered sewing
machines and gradually worked up to the electric machine. I cannot remember a
day in the tailor shop that Brother Charles did not have a joke to tell. His favorite
pertained to the little leftover threads. In French he would say, "Cut your tails."
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On the home front, this September 7th, Pat and I will be married thirty years. We
are blessed with six children. Our oldest son, Dan Junior - 28, will complete
nursing school at Florida State University this December. Our oldest daughter,
Julie - 27, is married and we are grandparents. Our second son, Thomas Aquinas
- 25, is a cook (runs in the family) at McGuire's Irish Pub in Pensacola. Our third
son, Paul Augustine - 23, is in the Marines. Our youngest son, Luke David - 21,
is studying at the University of Florida, and I hope he will finish in 1995. The
youngest, who came to us eleven years ago in Hawaii, is Teresa Malia. Theresa
is in the sixth grade at our parish school.
As our children were growing, I told them many tales of pigs, chickens, and
cows. Their favorite stories were usually on the blending of Christmas Eve and
Christmas Day with cleaning, decorating, liturgy, carols, reveillion, ice skating,
and the "Three Corners" walk at the Novitiate. I could never convince them that
eating oyster stew at 2 a.m. was fun! I remember Poughkeepsie egg runs in the
VW van and potato runs with Pete Backus and the slightly overloaded
International Harvester rack truck; Br. Nilus and the crane across the Mid-
Hudson Bridge; GI trucks from Stewart Air Force Base and the Navy Yard
coaxed back to the College; joy rides in the lumber loader; trying to remove the
Mid-Hudson toll booth with the bent-frame yellow bus; the ultra-modern "City
of Torrington" snowplow. St. Christopher must have worked overtime with our
movements on the road.
Living close to the edge with the Brothers helped me in the Air Force.The first
few years were at Vanderberg AFB in missile testing and satellite launching. The
remaining years, until retirement in 1983, were mostly spent in the backseat of
F-105 and F-4 fighter aircraft. My tour in Vietnam was in the F-105 trying to
find or avoid surface-to-air missiles.
Thirty-five years ago I wanted to go to the missions in Japan. When the province
split, I was in the Philippine mission province and figured that there was no way
to get to Japan. In the Air Force I spent seven years in the Pacific with hopes of
going to Japan. As you might guess, I spent months on Luzon and two days on
Honshu.
I avidly read the Marist College alumni publications and currently enjoy the
articles that appear in our diocesan paper by Br. Cyprian Rowe. I am a pack rat
and still have the notes from Father Tos's scripture classes, the 1961
"Greystone," and the 1953 and 1962 "Blue and White." I would love to stay in
contact and to receive Marists All. (2731 Semoran Drive, Pensacola, FL. 32503;
904-432-5013/6009-FAX)
FROM BR. GERRY BRERETON ('59): A note of thanks for the August Marists
All. I'm one who hasn't written until now, although I do enjoy receiving and
going through each issue as it comes to me. Since June, 1991, I've been teaching
English to Korean novices and scholastics who are getting set to study at the
Marist Asian Center in Manila. At present nine Koreans are already at the MAC,
a three-year course, and there are eight novices in Suwon, just south of Seoul.
Four Brothers from Mexico began our work in this country in 1971, and now
there are more than 20 Korean Brothers. They run a hospital for leprosy patients
in Yongiu, and a vocational school for orphans and abandoned boys in Chunju,
as well as a retreat center in Seoul. This year one Brother is studying in Rome
and another in Mexico. One of the four Mexican Brothers here is Eduardo
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Ramirez, a.k.a, "McGinnty" during his time at Marist College in Poughkeepsie,
1959 and 1960.
Concerning Marists All. I'd be very grateful to read and listen to ALL of us:
women, men and children who share Father Champagnat's vision of ourselves as
sisters and brothers of Mary in today's world. I think this accentuating the
participation of ALL of us MARISTS is very much in keeping with the dynamic
and evolving enterprise which you and other dedicated men and women have
given birth to and nurtured for us. More and more I see that our Marist Family is
a far richer, more inclusive, and worldwide reality than I have ever dreamed. I
feel we'd gain insights, encouragement and happiness in opening future pages of
Marists All to each and all in our family. Grateful for the efforts of everyone
who puts Marists All together. I'm one with you in the Lord's Presence with
Mary and all, (C.P.O. Box 5636, Seoul, Korea, 100-656)
FROM GENE (Louis Francis) ZIRKEL ('53): Another great issue: Your
suggestions about broadening the scope of the articles is good, but let's never
change the primary thrust: the simple sharing of who we are with one another.
(Six Brancatelli West Islip,
N. Y. 11795)
FROM PAT FAZZARI ('58): It is now 35 years since I became a novice. After
completing a year with Br. Pius Victor, our group in Tyngsboro had as faculty
the "trinity" of Br. David Ottmar, Br. Edmund Jude, and Br. John Francis.
Reading Marists All for the past couple of years has really jarred my memory of
the people in Tyngsboro and of events during the four year period, 1957-61,
when I was a Marist. Those were significant, formative years for me, difficult at
times, but nonetheless very pleasurable to recall. Who can forget the Tyngsboro
winters, the work in the fields, the chapter of faults when Philip Lacroix could
not control his laughter, the deep spirit of friendship, and the summers at Camp
Marist. I have always felt that our group was a particularly close one, and to read
of those who have remained Marist Brothers is very satisfying, but it is sad to
note that some have died prematurely. It is obvious to me from reading Marists
All that the Congregation remains vigorous and firmly committed to its spirit.
This gives one a sense of continuity because this spirit and commitment first
became apparent to me during my high school days at Mount St. Michael.
A present I am living in New York City with my wife Marcia. We have been
married 28 years and have two daughters, 25 and 26 years of age. I am the
Director of Rehabilitation Medicine at St. Luke's-Roosevelt Hospital in New
York and am Associate Clinical Professor of Rehabilitation Medicine at
Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons.
When I left Marist College in 1961, I went to Manhattan College where I
decided to major in pre-med, a decision which still takes me by surprise, but a
decision which in retrospect had those same underpinnings which supported my
desire to join the Brothers. In 1963 I entered Albany Medical College and
graduated in 1967. As I had decided to become a pediatrician, my internship was
at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. Our first daughter, Cynthia, was born
when I was a senior in medical school, and our second daughter, Andrea, when I
was an intern. We returned to New York City for my residency in pediatrics at
Montefiore Hospital and Medical Center. During this time it became clear to me
that I wished to sub-specialize; I had developed an interest in handicapped
children. When I completed pediatric residency, I took residency in Physical
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Medicine and Rehabilitation at Albert Einstein College of Medicine in New
York.
Then in 1972 Uncle Sam called (or is it "insisted") for me to join the army, and
off to Augusta, Georgia, I went as a Major in the Medical Corps at Fort Gordon.
The two years passed quickly. We enjoyed living in the South where we made
some lasting friendships. My first position after the army was as Director of
Rehabilitation Medicine at Newington Children's Hospital in Connecticut where
I remained for about two years. Then, still in the Hartford area I became Director
of Rehabilitation at Mt. Sinai Hospital and a consultant at St. Francis Hospital.
In 1984 we returned to New York City to take my present position. I suspect I
will end my professional days here.
My contacts with present and former Marist Brothers have been few. One of the
first, I believe, was in 1969 when some of us got together at a restaurant in the
Bronx. I met a former Brother in Augusta, but after that it was my 25th reunion
at the Mount in 1982 and a chance meeting with Br. John Francis at Roosevelt
Hospital that were my last contacts.
In the August edition of Marists All, you wondered about the effects of our time
as Marists on our present lives and on our spirituality. One idea may be worth
mentioning. My wife has often told me that I may not have persevered through
medical school and post-graduate training had I not had the four years with the
Marist Brothers (Is this the "Grace, Optimism, and Generosity" of my Novice
Master at work?) She believes those years provided the opportunity for personal
structure and organization and a development of purpose. I think she is right. My
suspicions are that my years with the Marists also allowed me to become
comfortable with the idea of other people having a spirituality, a spirituality
which patients need to have recognized and understood and affirmed. Any
composure I may have as a physician in dealing with death and dying in children
and adults I trace to my experiences in the Marists. Remember the retreat
meditation of St. Ignatius; the contemplation of one's own mortality at the very
least must provide a point of view.There is no doubt in my mind that my days as
a Marist came at a critical period in my personal development.I look back on
them with realism, I believe, but also with a sense of joy and gratitude that they
have permitted me to move on and to continue to help others.
I am going to try my best to attend the September GMC picnic to get re-
acquainted. And I hope that Marists All will continue.(425 East 58th Street, New
York, N. Y.10022 )
FROM RICH STANULWICH ('65): It was really a sturprise to hear about
Marists All. After nearly thirty years the newsletter is helping to bring back
some fond memories. We had a noisy little musical group; there was Ed
Kennison on the guitar, Joe on drums, and me, on my loud accordian. Recently
on my way to Maine with my family, we stopped in Tyngsboro so they could see
where I spent one very special year of my life. It was a unique experience, and I
probably never took the time to thank the Brothers for their help and support.
In 1969 I graduated from Marist College, and in June of, that year I married
Jean. Our daughter Kimberly, 23, is a graduate of Genesis University. She is a
special ed teacher. Last May 23rd she married Lt. John Sabatini at West Point;
they are now stationed in Augsburg, Germany. Our son, Terry, is a junior at
Hamilton College. I have spent my career working with those addicted to drugs
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and with the incarcerated. I've worked in Harlem, Times Square, and for the last
15 years at Green Haven Correction Facility, a maximum security prison.
I would like to be included on the mailing list for future issues, and if you have
information on the class of 1964 (Sean and Henry Sammon, Tom, Larry ..) or my
class of 1965 (Tony Huck, Joe Mastropolo, Ed Kennison ...) I'd love to know
how they are doing. (150 Wilson Street, Beacon, N. Y. 12508; 914-831-6126)
FROM WILLIAM (David Marcellin) QUINN ('44): Last year I read the letter by
Rev. George Morelli ('61) saying he was a priest in the Antiochene Orthodox
Church in Brooklyn. I wrote to him, and he invited me to Sunday liturgy. We had
a quiet lunch together. He still has that Marist way about him.Though I am still
Roman Catholic, I do attend Vespers in an Orthodox church here in my town.
They have a spirituality that is different from ours, one which I find very
refreshing. In my own parish I do sacristy work and lead the Rosary before the
noon Mass at which I am the altar server.
'When I went to the Poughkeepsie novitiate, Br. Aidan Francis was acting
Novice Master. We had remained good friends, even after my departure. He is
the last of the great Marists I had the pleasure of knowing. Now may I ask: Is
there any chance that a group of former monks from the states might go to the
canonization of Blessed Marcellin whenever that occurs? If so, count me in.
Marists forever. (146-18 24th Avenue, Whitestone, New York, 11357-3518 )
MAIL YOUR CARDS AND LETTERS to Gus Nolan, % Marist College, Pksie,
N. Y. 12601 or to David Kammer, 107 Woodland Drive, Harwinton, Ct. 06791.
WE NEED YOU!!!!
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ISSUE # 24
September 1993
N 0 T I C E: Because of the fine response we have had to the "editorial" in the
August issue of Marists All, we are publishing an early edition of issue #24. We
are giving preference mainly to correspondence that treated of our questions on
the future of the newsletter and to the writings of first-time respondants. We
regret that we must hold off some articles and portions of other articles to our
next issue, which we plan to publish in the not-too-distant future. And we hasten
to express our sincere gratitude for the extraordinary financial support we have
had.
FROM BILL (Joseph William) MURPHY ('40): The editors of Marists All
explain that the list of our deceased Brothers on page 10 of the August '93 issue
is as complete from 1991 as they know to make it. that a list! So many, and all at
once for me! What a terrible wave of sadness swept over me as I read and
reflected on those people who have been a part of my life more deeply than I
could have thought.
I can hear Big Gill making his monthly request: Any mags? I hear Freddie
bearing us on through the awesome novitiate days with a tide of good humor and
the help of Soeur Therese.. legions of tales about Big Dumont saving the
population of Cotabato by acting as a human bulldozer during a ferocious fire ...
Bill Lee, the "Campbell Soup Kid" of the Esopus Juniorate; ,,, 'Ti" Mike with his
track teams and his construction crews.. Danny Emilian, ever affable, ever
good... Gabe Vincent, a true original and God's con man, to the delight of all ..
John Pat and his spellbinding stories around the juniorate campfires, "muscles
like soccer balls" ... Bob "Brother Dear" and the Poughkeepsie laundry run.
These are good people; I did not realize how good, when I was among them.
There you have some of the memories I have of these fine men and what they
now mean to me as I enter into that diminishing circle of attendance. It is a
terrible wave, for it is sweet sadness as well.
I read the list of deceased in relation to the editorial on pages 1-3. What is being
said? If the thrust is finance, that surely can be solved, Marists All as an idea
forum, though interesting and informative, may not be very important. The real
issue to me is the preservation of a set of experiences, of a link of irreplaceable
memories, of a history of special relationships. The continuity, the inspiration,
the "sweet sadness" ... that is the "ALL" of the newsletter to me. For the "old
folks" it stirs those wonderful moments when we dream about what was, and for
the young, the hope that what is, will be better. How priceless that we ALL
acknowledge our debt to each other and find peace in our hearts. (6260 South
Iake Dr,, Apt. 803, Cudahy, Wi. 53110)
FROM MARTIN (Patrick Martin) HARTE ('47): You are doing a great service
for all Marists. Keep it alive because the litany of names, events, and
experiences enlighten the hearts and souls of all of us. Though there are many of
us who haven't checked in as yet, we mean to do so some day. And to all of you
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who have written, thanks ... many thanks! The deaths of Brian Lonergan and
Johnny Marren were shockers that I wasn't ready for. I guess we're all getting
there. Hope to be at the picnic this September. (50 Plane Tree Lane, St. James,
N. Y. 11780; 516-862-8852)
FROM ALEX SENES ('64): Old habits are hard to break, and so I can't refuse
your direct exhortation in the cover letter accompanying the last issue of Marists
All. Today's gospel was about St. Peter walking and faltering on the water, and
Jesus extending his arm to save him from his fears and from drowning. It's
amazing to me to see how many times in my life the hand that was stretched out
to Peter was stretched out to me! In 1983 after about 17 years of teaching high
school Spanish and English, I decided to study pre-med, and in 1984 with my
wife and five year old daughter I moved to Guadalajara, Mexico, where I went to
medical school. You can imagine that I did some "walking on water" and
definitely felt I would drown. I got very close to God - ironically, I thought;
INTENTIONALLY, He said!
Anyway, four years and a residency in Psychiatry later, I'm still "walking on
water" with shaky legs. I work in an in-patient ward at the Bronx Municipal
Hospital Center where along with three other Psychiatrists, a Psycologist, two
Social Workers, and a whole bunch of dedicated Nurses, we treat some of the
most severe mentally ill patients that you can imagine. On my way to work,
somewhere between Exit 5 of the Palisade Interstate and the Washington Bridge,
I pray for my family, my friends, and my patients, all the while feeling that I'm
doing what God wants me to do at this time of my life. I feel like He's been
preparing me all along. It's really great work with tremendous satisfaction, but
it's done with "trembling knees."
I have to confess that I consider myself to be a very lucky man, blessed with a
very supportive wife, an inspiring young adolescent daughter, and some really
outrageous friends like Tom Nolan and Pat Collins. As a matter of fact, we make
it a point to get together on a regular basis to connect and recharge our batteries
on multiple levels, including religious, philosophcal, professional (we're in the
same field), but most of all on a fraternal level. After all these years and after so
many changes in my life I can say that what I experienced at Tyngsboro and at
the College is not so much a fond memory, but is something that I try to live
now; in fact, I think it's something I've always lived, as a single man, a husband,
a father, a teacher, a musician, and now as a doctor. There, you have my
meditation for today! It was hard for me to share it because somehow it felt like
a violation of the spirit of humility. What motivated me was the realization that
I'm writing to my brothers, and they'll understand because they know me.
I strongly believe in Marists All, both the publication and the organization. I'm
for even more communication among us! I believe in "networking." There's
strength in numbers and we've got them! Let the silent ones be heard. We have to
talk with one another, because we're a family, and "pass the butter" using the old
one-finger-in-the-air trick does not make it!!What is it? One finger for butter and
two for jelly? I'm free associating now. I better stop before I start to
hallucinate!!!!(44 Orangeburgh Road, Old Tappan, N. J. 07675-7441; 201-768-
7883)
GMC PICNIC
SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 18th
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NOON to 5
MT. ST. MICHAEL
FROM ED (Martin Jude) CASTINE ('50): The August issue arrived on
Thursday and as always I read it from beginning to end. The introductory part
was, at least initially, somewhat alarming as it seemed to indicate that the
publication was in danger of stopping. Gus and Dave, and all those who help
them do a terrific job; they perform a great service to all of us by helping us to
keep in touch with our Marist roots. Thanks to them and to all who make Marists
All possible.
In response to some of the ideas put forth, I would hope that the number of
issues would remain the same. As regards content, the other suggestions are
good ideas that I would go along with. Varying a little from the current format
could make the newsletter more interesting to wives and to family members.
Maureen thinks that Marists All is a great idea; she marvels at the Marist Spirit
and usually discusses some of the news with me.
Once again we see that it is time for the GMC picnic. We really regret our
inability to be there, but we look forward to the day when we will be much
closer to the East and will be able to attend. Perhaps at that time we will
introduce some "South Texas, Tex-Mex" dishes to the shared food. Hope you all
have a great time.
The list of deceased that was published is greatly appreciated. Reading down the
list I could not help but remember many of these fine Marists and how they
touched and influenced my life. Locally we were particularly saddened by the
sudden and untimely deaths of Br. John McNamara and John Marren. (Note: Ed
follows with a fine tribute to these two men; we'll publish it in the next issue.)
(105 St. Joseph Drive, Brownsville, Tx. 78520; 210-544-0951)
FROM CHARLEY (Peter Daniel) KELLY ('51): It's funny how some things
never die. I looked at the calendar the other day and realized that it was "the
26th." As a young monk there was only one 26th, the day we took the habit, the
day we made our first vows. As you might expect, a flood of memories filled my
mind ... Tyngsboro in '50 and '51, and then the reunion just three years ago. And
within a day or two I was reading the latest issue of the newsletter. It seems
strange to realize that we don't have Mickey Sheridan or our Danny Sullivan any
more. I will also miss Br. Edward Michael who taught me Geometry at the
Mount in '48. And he taught me much about being a monk and a man as we
played softball in Esopus the following year. The world and so many of us are
better for having worked and played and prayed with these men.
I feel very blessed to have renewed the connection with the monks a few years
ago. Why I was not involved when I lived so close in Fishkill I will never
understand, but I now value the newsletters and want to encourage those who are
keeping us connected to contime in this ministry. Please don't break this link
with our Marist heritage; it is valued by many, even the ones like myself who
have not been active in the past. I would like to hear how our common
beginnings have matured over the years. My own relationship with God has
gone through many twists and turns and is far different from the relationship of
that young man who used to pitch on the softball teams in the early '50s. And yet
I recognize certain principles that I know I was given as a young monk that have
stayed with me through all the years. I would like to hear from others about their
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thoughts on relationships and community and whatever else they would like to
share. I promise to try to contribute some more thoughts in the future. The
Marists All newsletter is a unique link between God and His monks! (Note:
There's more news from Charley in the next issue.) (6905 Jester Boulevard,
Austin, Texas, 78750-8343; 512-338-1722)
FROM CHARLIE (James Martin) SCOTT ('50): Marists All continues to be a
welcomed item in the mail, a much appreciated link with my Marist brothers,
triggering good memories of years past, reminding me of how much talent,
initiative, and capacity for good works is to be found in this very special group.
Hugh Crowe called to tell me of Mike Sullivan's death. In my memory "Big
Dan" is still the burly jokester, everybody's jolly friend, quick with the good-
humored banter. I know from classmates that he wasn't this way in later years,
but I have the fortune to remember him only as he was in Esopus, Tyngsboro,
and Poughkeepsie, when we laughed a lot and didn't know very much about
pain. Len Voegtle has written recently with the news of Johnny Marren's death,
and again my memory is kind to me: a face with an ever ready smile, a
temperament of unfailing equanimity, a tough competitor, an unparalleled model
for those of us in the class behind him.
Death continues to intrude this year. My uncle, Father James Scott, was buried
out of Holy Family Church in Brooklyn this past March., Bishop Daly presiding,
the Mass concelebrated by several. priests and attended by many more.That so
few of the priests were young men and so many were elderly, even feeble, was a
blunt reminder of one of the major challenges facing the American Catholic
Church. At the end of the Mass all the priests joined in singing the Salve Regina,
special to Brooklyn diocesan priests. For me it had a double significance. Then
in May I received word that a recently retired colleague, my closest friend in our
English Department for thirty years, had died in Dallas. Bill's death was no
surprise; but it brings one up short nevertheless. Intimations of mortality,
awareness of one's age, the long look in the mirror. Life is real, life is earnest ...
But hey, there's an upside to being 60: Today I saved 30 cents on my All-
American Burger at a roadside restaurant between Milwaukee and Madison by
selecting one of the Senior Specials available to those 55 and above! I said to
Anne, "Let's go for it. We've been 55 for five years already!" And we did. And
we are.
Last year, the night before Anne and I were leaving for New York to celebrate
our 35th wedding anniversary, Richard Tinker called to say hello. We hadn't
been in touch in forty years. It was quite wonderful to chat with him again, and I
am so glad that he wrote in a recent issue of the newsletter, reminding us of how
important it is to remember. We all have a clutter of particular vignettes of life
with the Marist Brothers stored in our memories, and these are surely precious.
The most precious remembrance is simply the time we spent together, for some
just a couple of years, for others a much longer span, and for still others it is
ongoing. The newsletter, as it is, speaks to all of us. Thanks to Gus and Dave. .
(Note: There is more news from Charlie ... next issue!) (4737 Iafayette Drive,
Madison, Wi. 53705; 608-233-3995)
FROM ADRIAN (Adrian Norbert) Perreault ('36): Betty Kopser and I were
married on June 19th at Holy Trinity Church in the presence of Father Joseph
IaMorte, administrator of Holy Trinity, Father John Brine, rector of St. Martin de
Porres, and Fr. Luke McCann, chaplain of Marist College ... and 125 guests. Our
honeymoon took us 1500 miles to the Adirondacks, where Betty's maternal
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ancestors lived; and on to the three major Canadian shrines, the Oratory,
Beaupre, and Our Lady of the Cape; and then to Camp Marist and to Haverhill to
visit my relatives who because of age and ill health could not travel to the
wedding ... 14 did come. The current pastor of St. Joseph's in Haverhill is Marist
Father Emile Guillemette, who was chaplain at Marist College in the '60s. ( 12
High Ridge Road, Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 12603-4605)
FROM PETE SEDLMIEIR ('61): I read, with interest as usual, the latest edition
of Marists All. I am one of those who have written only once, but if intentions
were self-fulfilling, you would have had something from me for every edition. I
think the idea of opening the format of the newsletter to a broader scope of
contributors and topics certainly has great possibilities. I know of former monks
who feel embarrassed "tooting their own horns!" I personally don't feel that is
what is happening in the newsletter, and I don't think the wives feel that way
either. Encouraging wives to contribute may help to get in touch with the reticent
ones. Besides, the wives would bring a different perspective that could enrich us
all.
It should prove to be thought provoking and practically and spiritually enriching
to have articles dealing with current problems and how they are approached,
with philosophical musings on life, with descriptions of jobs people have; that
might stimulate those out of work, those looking to change jobs, those looking
for volunteer areas. Marists All should be beautiful evidence of the fine caliber
of human beings that present and former Marist Brothers are. (Note: More news
from Pete in the next issue) 356 Burkhard Ave., Mineola, N. Y. 11501.).
FROM RICHARD (Gilbert Donateur) CONNELLY ('52): I am sorry to hear of
the passing of Dan Nolan. Dan was a group behind me; we worked together for a
time at St. Joseph's Regional High School in Montvale, New Jersey, back around
1970. Dan was a very caring guy and always had a twinkle in his eye. He'll be
missed.
It is great to read Marists All and to hear from old associates like Mike Kelly and
Des Kelly, Dom O'Brien, Bernie Woods, et al. I would miss Marists All, were it
to fold. I think we could easily continue the newsletter without undue burden if
each of us who can afford it, would help.
If I can be of service networking employment openings in the Florida area as
suggested by Joe Strang, I would be happy to do so. If you're in need of sun and
surf, come on down to 3901 South Ocean Drive (PH-X), Hollywood, FL. 33019.
Room, board, the ocean, and three swimming pools are yours. Join this beach
bum for a time. Phone: 305-457-1908.(Note: More news from Rich in the next
issue)
FROM DAN (Denis Michael) ST. JACQUES ('51): It is enjoyable reading
Marists All. The writings bring back marry fond memories. I expect to send an
article soon.
In addition to my regular employment in international insurance, I am a Vice
President and Director with a large Japanese company. I am retired from law
enforcement. I also do volunteer work in a local cancer care facility. It is part of
Mercy Hospital's hospice. Brian Lonergan was one of my patients. I could not
help but think of the saying, "Am I my brother's keeper?" For me the saying was
doubly true. Brian was with us for only a short time. His sense of humor was
quite evident. God decided that he had suffered enough with his pain, and He
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permitted him the blissfulness of a coma and then death. I appreciate that I had a
small opportunity to be with him and to minister to his needs during his time in
cancer care. (106 Sackville Road, Garden City, N. Y. 11530)
FROM BR. KEN HOGAN ('64): We continue to read with delight each issue of
Marists All. If around Lawrence, please do stop in to see our retired Brothers.
(25 Leeds Terrace, Lawrence, Ma. 01843; 508-686-7411)
FROM DAN WATERS ('67): Twenty-six years ago we celebrated taking the
habit. The turbulent times that it was, the age of AQUARIUS being born, and
the group of '67 being consecrated ... WOW: Plenty of moments to be relived
and remembered. The daily ritual of prayer, the conferences, the chores to be
completed ... For me it has taken a while to put fingers to the computer and
attempt to capsulate the years in a few paragraphs.
Let me begin with my brief teaching days at Molloy while finishing my studies.
To this day I remember the kindness of Pat Charles and Angus's words of
encouragement to a first year teacher. The following September my former Latin
teacher, Charlie Marcellin, hired me to instruct the good boys of St. Helena.
Brother Director, Declan Claude, will not be forgotten with his Friday gatherings
of the community despite the "letters."
If Willy Maura can put pen to paper then surely I can. For the young monks KO
was our leader to the best pubs in NY, NJ, and Long Island.He is a true
missionary. Captain Keilty, John Lamassa, John Klein, Ed Jennings, Sarge,
Postulant Bob Andrews, Jim Maher, and who could forget Tom Nolan, along
with his best buddy in kitchen detail, Mario from Spain. These are memories not
easily forgotten.
After leaving Scanlan, as St. Helena became known in the late '70s, I entered the
world of training, development, and human resources. After spending a few
years at Bamberger's, part of the Macy chain, I took the helm of Matchbox cars,
leading their Human Resources. I left them to pursue the world of the courier
business with DHL; ask Mike Mullin and a few others who traveled the world as
couriers for us. Currently I am the Director of Human Resources for General
Cigar.
During this time of several career moves, at John Rogener's wedding, I met my
lovely bride of 13 years, Donna Fahy. She has been the helpmate and force
behind my success. She is the joy that makes each day worth living. Together we
have traveled the world as I did in the '70s. To date, it is over 60 countries and
still counting, I am using my experience as I deal with two off shore facilities
that I am responsible for in Jamaica and the Dominican Republic, and who
knows maybe Cuba someday.
Using a skill I acquired in the monks, I have developed a catering business.
Thanks to initial instruction from Jimmy the Cook in Esopus and from Willy
Maura, I have learned a few more tricks and have attended Le Cordon Bleu in
Paris.
Over the years I have kept in contact with KO and Clifford Perrera - it must be
the missionary that is still part of me. Donna and I did manage to attend the
150th anniversary at St. Pat's a few years ago. The day was filled with many
great moments, seeing friends of old and remembering the moments of the past.
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The Marist spirit is, as Phil Robert tried so hard to define years ago, a living,
breathing way of life. The newsletter is permeated with that spirit in countless
ways. The life that each of us has chosen obviously still has the tenet of "doing
good quietly," Each one of us has been affected, and each of us has affected
countless others in some way. I am grateful for my time as a monk. I say thank
you to all those who helped me become a better person.
I am currently living in Brielle, New Jersey, a shore town, but I work and reside
during the week in Connecticut. Gus, to write this note I used the James Joyce,
stream of consciousness, style that you taught us! (Box 185, Brielle, N. J. 08750;
908-528-1884)
GMC PICNIC: Looking forward to seeing many of you at the annual picnic to
be held again in the garth area of the Mount, Saturday, September 18th, 12-5.
Bring your own beverage and a pot-luck dish for a shared meal.
FROM DAN HANLEY ('57): Your recent letter and copy of Marists All
renewed some wonderful memories. I remember Br. Linus William enjoyed a
song with the lyrics "When I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember."
Well, I have grown older, and I have an abundance of YOU to remember. My
memory, however, is aided by a diary that I kept from August 30, 1956 (our
group's arrival at the Tyngsboro Novitiate from the Esopus Juniorate) until July
8, 1959.
Some sports memorabilia: the 1956 Thanksgiving Novice-Postulant football
games, Junior and Senior, were won by the Postulants and the 1957 games were
won by the Novices. In the 1956 Junior game John Ruel passed to Whartenby
for a touchdown. I'm not sure how, but in the senior game the winning
touchdown was from John Ruel to George Fontana and then to Tom Maloney.
Sounds illegal, but that is what I have recorded. In 1957 my four line entry is
very sketchy, but it looks like Brother Kevin Francis (Handibode) was the star
with some fancy running.
Also from my diary, during the early evening of the Founder's Day, June 6, 1958,
I was at the Last Rites for Br. Pius Victor. His words as I later copied them were,
"Jesus, make me like Thee. Be it done to me according to your word. Ask the
Brothers to forgive me. Ask the Postulants and Novices to forgive me." Well,
Brother Pius went to the hospital, and Brother David became Master of Novices
on June 29th. Brother Pius wanted to finish the grotto by July 26th. I think it was
ready, with valuable help from some visiting Brothers.
At the Marist College gym on March 2, 1959, the Brothers played the lay
students in basketball; they won by twenty points. To be fair I think there were
only eleven lay students in day classes then. I recall that the lay students had a
cheering section of student nurses from St. Francis Hospital. On March 7, 1959,
I wrote that thirty lay students came to take entrance exams.
A few years ago I called Marist College to get a transcript. I was asked for my
student number. The only number I ever wrote down (#178) was the one
assigned by Br. Frederick Charles in the novitiate tailor shop. I spent two years
learning to sew from Brother Charles. I started on the foot-powered sewing
machines and gradually worked up to the electric machine. I cannot remember a
day in the tailor shop that Brother Charles did not have a joke to tell. His favorite
pertained to the little leftover threads. In French he would say, "Cut your tails."
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On the home front, this September 7th, Pat and I will be married thirty years. We
are blessed with six children. Our oldest son, Dan Junior - 28, will complete
nursing school at Florida State University this December. Our oldest daughter,
Julie - 27, is married and we are grandparents. Our second son, Thomas Aquinas
- 25, is a cook (runs in the family) at McGuire's Irish Pub in Pensacola. Our third
son, Paul Augustine - 23, is in the Marines. Our youngest son, Luke David - 21,
is studying at the University of Florida, and I hope he will finish in 1995. The
youngest, who came to us eleven years ago in Hawaii, is Teresa Malia. Theresa
is in the sixth grade at our parish school.
As our children were growing, I told them many tales of pigs, chickens, and
cows. Their favorite stories were usually on the blending of Christmas Eve and
Christmas Day with cleaning, decorating, liturgy, carols, reveillion, ice skating,
and the "Three Corners" walk at the Novitiate. I could never convince them that
eating oyster stew at 2 a.m. was fun! I remember Poughkeepsie egg runs in the
VW van and potato runs with Pete Backus and the slightly overloaded
International Harvester rack truck; Br. Nilus and the crane across the Mid-
Hudson Bridge; GI trucks from Stewart Air Force Base and the Navy Yard
coaxed back to the College; joy rides in the lumber loader; trying to remove the
Mid-Hudson toll booth with the bent-frame yellow bus; the ultra-modern "City
of Torrington" snowplow. St. Christopher must have worked overtime with our
movements on the road.
Living close to the edge with the Brothers helped me in the Air Force.The first
few years were at Vanderberg AFB in missile testing and satellite launching. The
remaining years, until retirement in 1983, were mostly spent in the backseat of
F-105 and F-4 fighter aircraft. My tour in Vietnam was in the F-105 trying to
find or avoid surface-to-air missiles.
Thirty-five years ago I wanted to go to the missions in Japan. When the province
split, I was in the Philippine mission province and figured that there was no way
to get to Japan. In the Air Force I spent seven years in the Pacific with hopes of
going to Japan. As you might guess, I spent months on Luzon and two days on
Honshu.
I avidly read the Marist College alumni publications and currently enjoy the
articles that appear in our diocesan paper by Br. Cyprian Rowe. I am a pack rat
and still have the notes from Father Tos's scripture classes, the 1961
"Greystone," and the 1953 and 1962 "Blue and White." I would love to stay in
contact and to receive Marists All. (2731 Semoran Drive, Pensacola, FL. 32503;
904-432-5013/6009-FAX)
FROM BR. GERRY BRERETON ('59): A note of thanks for the August Marists
All. I'm one who hasn't written until now, although I do enjoy receiving and
going through each issue as it comes to me. Since June, 1991, I've been teaching
English to Korean novices and scholastics who are getting set to study at the
Marist Asian Center in Manila. At present nine Koreans are already at the MAC,
a three-year course, and there are eight novices in Suwon, just south of Seoul.
Four Brothers from Mexico began our work in this country in 1971, and now
there are more than 20 Korean Brothers. They run a hospital for leprosy patients
in Yongiu, and a vocational school for orphans and abandoned boys in Chunju,
as well as a retreat center in Seoul. This year one Brother is studying in Rome
and another in Mexico. One of the four Mexican Brothers here is Eduardo
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Ramirez, a.k.a, "McGinnty" during his time at Marist College in Poughkeepsie,
1959 and 1960.
Concerning Marists All. I'd be very grateful to read and listen to ALL of us:
women, men and children who share Father Champagnat's vision of ourselves as
sisters and brothers of Mary in today's world. I think this accentuating the
participation of ALL of us MARISTS is very much in keeping with the dynamic
and evolving enterprise which you and other dedicated men and women have
given birth to and nurtured for us. More and more I see that our Marist Family is
a far richer, more inclusive, and worldwide reality than I have ever dreamed. I
feel we'd gain insights, encouragement and happiness in opening future pages of
Marists All to each and all in our family. Grateful for the efforts of everyone
who puts Marists All together. I'm one with you in the Lord's Presence with
Mary and all, (C.P.O. Box 5636, Seoul, Korea, 100-656)
FROM GENE (Louis Francis) ZIRKEL ('53): Another great issue: Your
suggestions about broadening the scope of the articles is good, but let's never
change the primary thrust: the simple sharing of who we are with one another.
(Six Brancatelli West Islip,
N. Y. 11795)
FROM PAT FAZZARI ('58): It is now 35 years since I became a novice. After
completing a year with Br. Pius Victor, our group in Tyngsboro had as faculty
the "trinity" of Br. David Ottmar, Br. Edmund Jude, and Br. John Francis.
Reading Marists All for the past couple of years has really jarred my memory of
the people in Tyngsboro and of events during the four year period, 1957-61,
when I was a Marist. Those were significant, formative years for me, difficult at
times, but nonetheless very pleasurable to recall. Who can forget the Tyngsboro
winters, the work in the fields, the chapter of faults when Philip Lacroix could
not control his laughter, the deep spirit of friendship, and the summers at Camp
Marist. I have always felt that our group was a particularly close one, and to read
of those who have remained Marist Brothers is very satisfying, but it is sad to
note that some have died prematurely. It is obvious to me from reading Marists
All that the Congregation remains vigorous and firmly committed to its spirit.
This gives one a sense of continuity because this spirit and commitment first
became apparent to me during my high school days at Mount St. Michael.
A present I am living in New York City with my wife Marcia. We have been
married 28 years and have two daughters, 25 and 26 years of age. I am the
Director of Rehabilitation Medicine at St. Luke's-Roosevelt Hospital in New
York and am Associate Clinical Professor of Rehabilitation Medicine at
Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons.
When I left Marist College in 1961, I went to Manhattan College where I
decided to major in pre-med, a decision which still takes me by surprise, but a
decision which in retrospect had those same underpinnings which supported my
desire to join the Brothers. In 1963 I entered Albany Medical College and
graduated in 1967. As I had decided to become a pediatrician, my internship was
at the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. Our first daughter, Cynthia, was born
when I was a senior in medical school, and our second daughter, Andrea, when I
was an intern. We returned to New York City for my residency in pediatrics at
Montefiore Hospital and Medical Center. During this time it became clear to me
that I wished to sub-specialize; I had developed an interest in handicapped
children. When I completed pediatric residency, I took residency in Physical
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Medicine and Rehabilitation at Albert Einstein College of Medicine in New
York.
Then in 1972 Uncle Sam called (or is it "insisted") for me to join the army, and
off to Augusta, Georgia, I went as a Major in the Medical Corps at Fort Gordon.
The two years passed quickly. We enjoyed living in the South where we made
some lasting friendships. My first position after the army was as Director of
Rehabilitation Medicine at Newington Children's Hospital in Connecticut where
I remained for about two years. Then, still in the Hartford area I became Director
of Rehabilitation at Mt. Sinai Hospital and a consultant at St. Francis Hospital.
In 1984 we returned to New York City to take my present position. I suspect I
will end my professional days here.
My contacts with present and former Marist Brothers have been few. One of the
first, I believe, was in 1969 when some of us got together at a restaurant in the
Bronx. I met a former Brother in Augusta, but after that it was my 25th reunion
at the Mount in 1982 and a chance meeting with Br. John Francis at Roosevelt
Hospital that were my last contacts.
In the August edition of Marists All, you wondered about the effects of our time
as Marists on our present lives and on our spirituality. One idea may be worth
mentioning. My wife has often told me that I may not have persevered through
medical school and post-graduate training had I not had the four years with the
Marist Brothers (Is this the "Grace, Optimism, and Generosity" of my Novice
Master at work?) She believes those years provided the opportunity for personal
structure and organization and a development of purpose. I think she is right. My
suspicions are that my years with the Marists also allowed me to become
comfortable with the idea of other people having a spirituality, a spirituality
which patients need to have recognized and understood and affirmed. Any
composure I may have as a physician in dealing with death and dying in children
and adults I trace to my experiences in the Marists. Remember the retreat
meditation of St. Ignatius; the contemplation of one's own mortality at the very
least must provide a point of view.There is no doubt in my mind that my days as
a Marist came at a critical period in my personal development.I look back on
them with realism, I believe, but also with a sense of joy and gratitude that they
have permitted me to move on and to continue to help others.
I am going to try my best to attend the September GMC picnic to get re-
acquainted. And I hope that Marists All will continue.(425 East 58th Street, New
York, N. Y.10022 )
FROM RICH STANULWICH ('65): It was really a sturprise to hear about
Marists All. After nearly thirty years the newsletter is helping to bring back
some fond memories. We had a noisy little musical group; there was Ed
Kennison on the guitar, Joe on drums, and me, on my loud accordian. Recently
on my way to Maine with my family, we stopped in Tyngsboro so they could see
where I spent one very special year of my life. It was a unique experience, and I
probably never took the time to thank the Brothers for their help and support.
In 1969 I graduated from Marist College, and in June of, that year I married
Jean. Our daughter Kimberly, 23, is a graduate of Genesis University. She is a
special ed teacher. Last May 23rd she married Lt. John Sabatini at West Point;
they are now stationed in Augsburg, Germany. Our son, Terry, is a junior at
Hamilton College. I have spent my career working with those addicted to drugs
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and with the incarcerated. I've worked in Harlem, Times Square, and for the last
15 years at Green Haven Correction Facility, a maximum security prison.
I would like to be included on the mailing list for future issues, and if you have
information on the class of 1964 (Sean and Henry Sammon, Tom, Larry ..) or my
class of 1965 (Tony Huck, Joe Mastropolo, Ed Kennison ...) I'd love to know
how they are doing. (150 Wilson Street, Beacon, N. Y. 12508; 914-831-6126)
FROM WILLIAM (David Marcellin) QUINN ('44): Last year I read the letter by
Rev. George Morelli ('61) saying he was a priest in the Antiochene Orthodox
Church in Brooklyn. I wrote to him, and he invited me to Sunday liturgy. We had
a quiet lunch together. He still has that Marist way about him.Though I am still
Roman Catholic, I do attend Vespers in an Orthodox church here in my town.
They have a spirituality that is different from ours, one which I find very
refreshing. In my own parish I do sacristy work and lead the Rosary before the
noon Mass at which I am the altar server.
'When I went to the Poughkeepsie novitiate, Br. Aidan Francis was acting
Novice Master. We had remained good friends, even after my departure. He is
the last of the great Marists I had the pleasure of knowing. Now may I ask: Is
there any chance that a group of former monks from the states might go to the
canonization of Blessed Marcellin whenever that occurs? If so, count me in.
Marists forever. (146-18 24th Avenue, Whitestone, New York, 11357-3518 )
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