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Brother Kieran Thomas Brennan
DEDICATION CEREMONIES
Brother Kieran Brennan Memorial Building
Marist College Poughkeepsie, New York
October 26, 1990
We owe much of what we share this afternoon to Brother Richard Rancourt FMS,
faculty member of Marist College. He shared his sensitive reflections during the
meditation period which concluded the liturgy of the Resurrection honoring the
memory of Brother Kieran Brennan. This Mass was celebrated by Father Vincent
T.
Case the Pastor of Our Lady of Grace Church on September 7, 1989. Father
Case was, a student in one of the math classes taught by Brother Kieran at
Cardinal Hayes High School in the Bronx, New York.
This dedication of one of the oldest buildings on campus is a significant event in
the fascinating history of Marist College. What we do this afternoon in this
;dedication is to affirm the roots of this College. Vital to the traditions of Marist
College is the Marist Brother, his pedagogical traditions and his heritage that finds
its origin in the rural country-side of southern France proximate to the historical city
of Lyons.
Brother Kieran impacted Marist College profoundly with energy, enthusiasm and
good humor so typical for this New York City native. He was a masterful college
instructor of English, a concerned Director of the Student Brothers, an involved
member of the Board of Trustees and an open Chairman of the Board. He
accepted the expanded roles of the layman on the Board and also as President of
this College. In the years between 1955-1964, he worked along with College
President Richard Foy moving a closed, monastic institution to a liberal academic
institution.
As we glance north-south, east-west from this spot on campus we are impressed
with the expanse and the beauty of the campus. Thousands of students hurry from
class to class meeting their instructors on schedule. We are impressed with the
vitality and the energy which pervades the academic climate.
It is only right that Brother Kieran share credit for these present conditions. His
openness to change permitted growth to occur. He left his position at Marist
College in 1964. In 1965 he accepted what would be seven challenging years as
the second Provincial Superior of the Marist Brothers Province of Poughkeepsie.
The governance of Marist College became the responsibility of a lay Board of
Trustees. Brother Kieran stayed with the Board until 1972 when with his
resignation he accepted the newer role of lifetime Trustee. Removed, but
concerned might best describe his new position. He studied the Trustee minutes,
avidly read the student newspaper, "The Circle', and accepted the invitations to be
on hand for the special college occasions when these events called for his
presence. One of his primary interests as a College Counselor at Mount Saint
Michael Academy was Marist College.
Strict and demanding as a classroom instructor, he was warm, kind and gentle. he
loved life and he liked people. He influenced many who came in contact with him.




A Marist Brother first, he brought to these relationships the qualities of simplicity,
modesty and humility.
President Dennis Murray has invited the College community to study, to reclaim its
roots. The founding qualities are identified by simplicity, modesty and humility.
There will be found a personal concern for each other and for the members of this
campus community in which we study, play and socialize.
This building --- rather modest and quite humble but sturdily constructed --- will
with these dedication ceremonies serve as a monument to a religious education, a
Marist Brother, who shared his brilliant mind ... sparkling social graces to help
make this campus a good place to be. What better way to capture the spirit of
Marist College's founding years. As a college community we should never lose
sight of our origins.
EULOGY
Our Lady of Grace Parish
Bronx, New York
7 September 1989
by Brother Richard Rancourt
Back in the 60s when Brother Kieran was provincial, his retreat
conferences to the Brothers were always brief. This morning when I was
composing these few reflections, I felt Kieran's presence and thought I heard him
whisper ... "Ziggy! Be brief; be to the point; and be gone."
In a way his whole life was marked by brevity. He walke3d at a pretty fast
pace. he rarely, if ever, dallied in doing things. He was one to get things done and
be on his way. And now it seems he took to heart these words of Psalm 89:
But 70 years is our life span, then more, perhaps for the
strongest. . .. They pass quickly and we fly away.
Kieran turned 71 on his last birthday. Until his cancer finally got a
stronghold on his body, Kieran led a full life. A life full of energy, or enthusiasm, of
many interests, and of good humor. He was 71 going on 51. We wish God had
given him at least those extra ten years. But the mission that God committed to
him was completed. Now it's time to let go.
To some of us here, Thomas Patrick Brennan was simply Tom or Uncle
Tom. To those who knew him during his grammar school days at St. Catherine of
Siena in Manhattan or his high school days at St. Agnes in Manhattan or at St.
Ann's Hermitage in Poughkeepsie, he was simply Tommy Brennan. And to many
of us he was known simply as Kieran. Whatever we knew him by, his name was
mentioned with very deep respect, with much affection, with much lo9ve. Perhaps
an apt description of Kieran was that he was totally Marist. Whatever work he did,
whatever position he held, he brought those special Marist qualities of simplicity,
humility, and modesty.
As a young teacher in Savannah GA or at St. Ann's Academy or at the
Esopus Juniorate, he could be strict and demanding. Still he was warm, kind,
gentle, and wholesomely mischievous. As a te4acher in the4 juniorate he
delighted in starting false rumors. Ajunior might hear him say, "Bro. Master is
thinking about giving the juniors the afternoon off to play baseball," Or another
might hear, "There might be ice cream for dessert tonight." Let me tell you that


back in the 40s these were extraordinary happenings, the simple joys but great
pleasures of Juniorate life. John Colbert, Kieran's present director at the Mount,
vividly recalled Kieran spreading the rumor that Brother Master was going to let all
the juniors travel by bus to the Mount to see the traditional Thanksgiving Day
football game between the Mount and Cardinal Hayes. In time the juniors soon
learned to beware of Kieran as the bearer of false rumors.
In 1945 when Kieran, a teacher of English and of Latin in the Juniorate,
was assigned to teach mathematics at Cardinal Hayes High School, it just didn't
seem right. In those days, however, holy obedience sometimes made excessive
demands on God's supportive graces. From the start he admitted his math skills
were rusty. So throughout his nine years at Hayes he was never reluctant to ask
older or younger Brothers like Linus Carroll how to teach this or that math topic.
They knew that on weekends he traveled to Marist College to teach a course in
Shakespeare to the student Brothers. And of course, they couldn't forget him as
their Juniorate teacher. New here he was humbly and modestly seeking their
math advice. Kieran just never ceased to amaze them.
And who could ever forget Kieran as director of the student Brothers (or
scholastics as we called them) at Marist College in Poughkeepsie? The years
from 1955 to 1964 contained some of Kieran's finest hours. Being responsible for
the religious formation of 120 to 150 student Brothers was an awesome
responsibility. During those years he worked side with President Linus Foy to
transform Marist College from a closed-monastic institution to an open-liberal
academic institution.
How well those of us on the faculty remember Kieran shaking his head in
bewi8Iderment as student Brothers bombarded him with some of the most recent
psychological, philosophical, or theological thoughts of those years. Once again,
Kieran readily acknowledged his deficiencies in these areas. But what we faculty
members knew was that Kieran was well versed in literature and especially in
Shakespeare. For us, Kieran was a living testimony to a statement by the famous
psychologist Rollo May that if you want to understand human nature, then read
literature. Kieran possessed insight; he had intuition; he knew so much about
human nature. He knew his job as director of student Brothers.
He also knew his job as provincial of the Poughkeepsie province. In March
1965 Bro. Paul Ambrose, Assistant General, appointed Kieran provincial. On
December 8, 1965 Vatican II held its closing session. Kieran inherited the winds of
change. By no means were the days ahead ever smooth sailing. I remember
Kieran leaning over to a former provincial and saying, "I'm going to need your
help." Little did Kieran realize that he was the man for his times.
The provincial archives in Poughkeepsie contain much information about
the accomplishments of past provincials. During their tenure of office, they
recorded the number of new schools opened and staffed by many Brothers. At the
end of each year, they took note of the increasing number of Brothers in the
province. They copied into the annals the increasing number of vocations that
flooded our training houses. As provincial Kieran could never bask in the sunlight
of such accomplishments. Rather his accomplishments were of a different
dimension. he guided the province through those very disturbing and turbulent
years of radical change in religious life and of intense social change. Although he
rarely showed it, those who know Kieran, just knew that he suffered much during
these years. In talking with him one summer day in 1968, he mentioned rather


sadly that things were falling apart. There was little comfort in my philosophical
remark, "No, tings were just changing."
Luckily, he could read the signs of the times even though he sometimes
neither liked nor was he always convinced of what he read. With the advice of his
council, he led and decided what he thought was best for the province at that
time. The fact that the Brothers of the Province elected him Provincial in 1969
affirmed their trust and confidence in his leadership during those very trying years.
Since 1972 he has been a guidance counselor at Mount St. Michael. Over
those 17 years, his ste4ady service at school functions or to the life of the Mount
Marist Brothers community gave eloquent witness of that dedication and
devotedness that characterized his entire life.
Kieran was outstanding in so many ways as a human being, an
administrator, a teacher, a religious. As one individual put it, "They just don't make
that kind anymore." No doubt Kieran was precious and unique. Yet even in this,
I'm sure that Kieran would prefer to be taken as a piece of life rather than as a
work of art.
Just three weeks ago, despite his intense pain and weakened condition, he
insisted on attending a three-day provincial assembly of Brothers in Riverdale. His
presence was a sign of concern, of genuine encouragement, and one of hope for
the future of Marist life. He was totally Marist, a monk's monk, a Brother's Brother.
Five years ago he celebrated his 50th jubilee as a Brother in this church.
know that Kieran was never one to wear his spirituality on his shirtsleeves. On
that day he read a simple poem to us. It must have been one of his favorites.
Obviously it must have meant so much to him.
One day when I asked him about the poem, I noticed a sparkle and twinkle
in his eye and a tiny grin crossed his face. He didn't have to say anything more.
Somehow I know what he meant.
On that jubilee day Kieran read these words:
"One night I had a dream. I dreamed I was walking along the
beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one
belonged to me, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked
back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along
the path of my life there was only one set of footprints. I also
noticed it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life
This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, You would walk
with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I
don't understand why in times when I needed you most, you would
leave me."
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child. I love you
and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and


suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I
carried you."
This poem says much about Kieran, about his life, about his
relationship with the Lord. In a sense, it's one of his final messages to us.
Now it's time to let Kieran go to let him live in peace with those he loved
and who passed on in previous years; to let the Lord carry Kieran into the
arms of eternity.