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ISSUE# 63
August 2001
FROM
TOM McGOVERN ('66):
I've been thinking a lot about the Marist
Community over the past several years. In May of 2000 my dad passed away
after 20 months in a nursing care facility at Stony Brook. Monsignor John
Graham, Principal of Cardinal Hayes High School and my boyhood friend from
St. Agnes parish, celebrated the funeral mass on Long Island in the parish where
Pat McMorrow and I grew up. We held what I tell my students was the Irish
Catholic tradition of "hatchings, matchings, and dispatchings," as we gathered as
an extended family and told John McGovern stories
I stayed on in New York for a while and went through the memorabilia of dad's
life. There was a maroon baseball cap - St. Agnes Boys High School alumni.
Dad and Mom used to go into the city every year for the reunions; being 7 5 did
not affect their LIRR and subway travel plans. Among the items I went through
I found my Uncle Joe McGovern's and cousin Brian Davis' graduation
programs. It was this Marist/ Agnes tradition that led me to Molloy on the bus
and subway and not to Chaminade, only a 15 minute walk away. That choice 40
years ago has made all the difference!
I discovered that dad saved all my report cards. He enjoyed going to PTAs to
reminisce with his old buddy, Paddy Long, about the neighborhood. After two
years he finally got up the courage to knock on Wilfred Mary's door and say
hello. Paul Ernest had been a little easier to meet.
The report cards reminded me of the teachers who led me to Esopus. Dad saved
all of the novitiate programs as well. There was a wooden plaque skillfully
carved by George Halpin, marking the golf course that John Warren and I
hatched behind the old tailor shop. Going through the material was like opening
up a Hopi memory basket with pictures from Molloy, Esopus, Fordham, our
wedding in 1970 with John Warren sporting an Afro, graduate studies at
Southern Illinois with Jim Gormally and George Howard, our children's
baptisms with Jimmy Smith in my parents' living room. Through all of the
photos that dad took, the Marist Family was there at every stage.
Four years ago this month, I contracted a rare neurological disorder, Guillain
Barre Syndrome, while giving an NSF workshop in Maryland. After a month in
intensive care and all the medical treatments available, I was left paralyzed in the
hands, arms, legs, face, and colon. The physicians stabilized me after 50 days,
but the prognosis for walking again was poor. On July 14 - a day that my
teachers Marty Ruane, Jogues, Scotty, and Joseph Belanger taught me something
about - I resolved to go beyond the medical predictions and to escape the
Bastille. The daily regimen in the hospital was just like Esopus, so I knew the
benefits of the structure, the meditation, and the dialogues. The phlebotomist
arrived each day at 5:30. I meditated and prayed. Nurse technicians bathed,
dressed, and fed me by 7:30. More meditation. Physical therapy at 9.
Occupational therapy at 11. Spoon fed lunch at noon and more therapy in the
afternoon. Visitors from the university in the early evening and Pat with me for
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supper. Painfully, ever so slowly, the spiritual and physical exercises began to
bring back feeling, then small movement. With braces and a walker, I shuffied
out of the rehabilitation center after 120 days. It took six more months of
rehabilitation before I could climb one flight of stairs to our bedroom at home. I
was back in the classroom 380 days after the adventure began and back to the
university full time that following fall semester.
On a positive note, after four years I'm walking and working but still
permanently disabled due to nerve damage in my legs. Most people, including
my students, don't observe much difference. I can't walk distances; chronic
fatigue and pain management are daily parts of life. But every time I see one of
my colleagues in a motor wheelchair suffering from MS or see a woman
wheeling her chair through the hot sun of Phoenix summers, I know that I am
blessed and that there was a reason why this happened and how the story
unfolded the way it did.
With our daughter who is a photojournalist, I kept a daily journal to capture the
rehabilitation and renewal journey. It was published as "Patients/Patience" in
our university's literary journal, Palo Verde,
(http//www.west.asu.edu/paloverde), just before my dad passed away. As an old
New York City newspaper man, he would have been even happier when The
Washington Post last September picked up the story and accompanying
impressive photos taken by his granddaughter. Actually he was probably more
happy to watch the Subway Series in the fall with such a good ''upper deck"
seat!
I am very grateful to Marists All for the spiritual energy wrapped around our
family all the way from St. Agnes in the 1930s to Phoenix into a new
millennium.
(19310 North 7?
1h
Ave., Glendale AZ 85308-6082; 602-543-6008;
thomas.mcgovem@asu.edu
)
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Sept 15th
GMC PICNIC
Once again we look forward to seeing you at the
annual Greater Marist Community picnic to be held at Mt. St.
Michael in the Bronx near the Mount Vernon border at Nereid
and Murdock Avenues. The gathering will be on Saturday,
September 15
th
,
noon to 5 p.m. Come with spouse and children
or come alone. Bring your own beverage and a potluck dish for a
shared meal. All Brothers are most welcome to join in. Thanks
to the director and to the community of the Mount for welcoming
us. We have been having this picnic each year on the second
Saturday after Labor Day. Mark the 15
th
on your calendar.
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FROM BR. RENE ROY ('60):
With graduation on May 23
rd
and the last exam
on June 1
st
my first year as principal of Bishop Donahue High School is history.
It has been a challenging year and an education for me ... and it was FAST. I
now have a better handle on the rhythm of what constitutes a scholastic year in
the 21
st
century and hope to be able to guide the school to a more focused and
stable educational process in the future. Remember when one school assembly
and a couple ofrallies were frowned upon as disruptive? Now it's as if the
regular schedule is disruptive of the "extras." Enough is enough. It is true that
not all learning takes place in the classroom, but some time has to be spent
there! Next year will be different.
Brother Thomas Kelly did a remarkable job in turning this school around. Three
years ago he and Brother Dan O 'Riordan arrived to find no textbooks and one
computer, practically the same situation that I found in Rwanda! However,
that's all changed now; we've continued on the "roll" begun by them. Brother
Dan has done marvels for the school, students, and parents.
One of the teachers who has been here for twelve years and has weathered good
time and bad, remarks that at last the school is a school. It will be more so next
year. It is a privilege to be at the helm of a school when one has a few years of
life experiences, has witnessed a variety of approaches and fads, and can be able
to KNOW what works best and to know what is best for the students and
parents. I'm trying to stem the tide of informality which is eroding manners,
civility, and even moral behavior. We have a school where the Best of the Fifties
and the Best of the '0O's blend into a rich, educational and formational
experience. Come and see for yourselfl
While fully engaged in this educational project at Donohue High, my Rwandan
projects continue with great gusto. Having thirty-one of my students just an hour
away in the Pittsburgh area has been a blessing to both them and me. I'm
energized by their simplicity, their motivation, their self-discipline, their humor
and wonder. I was privileged to join them for the big Pacem In Terris Institute
Fundraiser in Washington, DC on March 31st. The Queen of Jordan was the
guest of honor and honorary chair of the Institute. It was like a fairy-tale. The
Rwandan students were dressed in tuxes and evening gowns, and we sat down to
an elegant dinner in the Ronald Reagan Center. We had a few hours to tour
Washington and snap pictures in front of the White House and the Capitol.
Plenty of pictures in the tuxes and gowns, too! I can imagine the reaction at
home when these pictures reached there. Msgr. William Kerr, the President of La
Roche, is so pleased with the students whom I recommended that he asked me
for another list. I gave him 65 names and have about 10 more! Through the
generosity of many people, I've been able to send books, tuition and even
basketball uniforms to Rwanda, not only to the Brothers' school but to others as
well.
On June 2
nd
I will have another privilege. In Oglala, South Dakota, I will
witness the dedication of the new Our Lady of the Sioux Church and the Brother
Rene Hall (yes, after me); the original was destroyed in the tornado of 1999.
It's been great keeping in touch with friends on the Internet, but our group of
1960 is meeting to celebrate the Fourth of July with Reggie Diss in Rural
Retreat, Virginia. Hence, I'll be a bit late for the Institute of Spirituality, but I'll
be there.(4509 Eoff Street, Wheeling WV 26003; 304-233-8334;
royrene@hotmail.com)
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FROM TIM (Timothy Leo)FALKENSTEIN ('48):
As a newcomer to Marists
All I received the June issue (#62) in the mail as well as a notice at my e-mail
address. I'm so glad I found Marists All; as a result of that, I have enjoyed
meeting former brothers in my area these past few months. I had a great chat
with Father Frank Gallogly (Stephen Joachim '52) who is pastor at St. Katherine
Drexel parish in Cape Coral, just a few miles from where we live in Ft. Myers.
We'll be doing a lot of traveling this summer, we'll be in touch in the fall. (1828
Pine Valley Drive (#216), Ft. Myers FL 33907; 941-481-4815;
Tamfo@aol.com
)
FROM REV. RICHARD TINKER ('49):
Over the years I have much
appreciated Marists All but I have not done much about it. Please accept my
apologies for not coming forward with something sooner. It certainly has been a
long time.
The Marist College Archives Project is a splendid idea. I went through my
pictures, but have very few now. Those that I am sending I would like to have
back, but if that is inconvenient, never mind. After all, they are only ... things.
There aren't many ofus left after more than fifty years. I was very, very
saddened when I heard that Leonard Alphonse died. He had an abiding love for
the monks, and I am sure he will do more for them where he is now, even more
than the wonderful things he did when he was alive. There you have a
biography that should be written some day. Leonard and I go way back to when
we both lived in the Parkchester area, before we went off to Marist Prep. Not
long ago he sent me an ikon print of St. Marcellin, very impressive
I just passed my seventy-fifth birthday. Thirty-five years ago I was ordained
priest and have served Russian Orthodox parishes in the New York area all of
those years; finally now I am retired. How did I get to be an Orthodox priest?
And will the Pope ever forgive me? A very long, but, I think, a good story. I
have been very happy. I live with my wife (how about that!) on Long Island.
Our church is quite traditional and celebrates many liturgical services and has
not abandoned the idea of fasting. The life of an orthodox priest is quite
different than the life of the average Roman Catholic priest. I am certain that
more demands are put upon Orthodox priests. We are a somewhat hidden
church, unless you go to Russia, Greece, Rumania, Serbia, and the Middle East.
Nobody has ever made a movie about us; there has never been a "Going My
Way" for us.
Some time ago I started to put down my recollections of the old novitiate
building in the days I was there more than fifty years ago under Brother Henry
Charles and Brother Louis Omer. Remember the old tin "pig trough" we used to
wash at on the top floor? And the shower with the tin can with holes punched in
it? Or the idea that you could clean a spot on a ragged novice's cassock by
rubbing it with a rag soaked with black coffee? So many things forgotten, and
so few ofus left to remember!
Well, my recollected story centered on the fire escape pole that came down from
the top floor (the fourth); how Brother Henry Charles in his little blue coverall
suit used to demonstrate how you wrap your legs about the pole and slide gently
down; how Joe Magnien began to slide down and became terrified and wouldn't
slide down and couldn't go up. He hung there between heaven and earth, while
we all shouted advice to him. A very funny scene. I need to do some work on
the story yet, but if you think you can use it, I will fmish it and send it in to you.
By the way Joe Magnien is an Orthodox priest in Belize, Central America, where
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he and another priest have a mission. He was a case as a monk, but he seems to
have mellowed out, thank God.
It's funny, Gus; I still see you as you were fifty years ago, playing softball at
Marist Prep. And while you were at that, your brother Frank, Tommy Lee, and
myself were playing handball. Actually, we weren't bad at it. It's the only ball I
could ever hit.(124 Stephens Avenue, West Hempstead NY 11552; 516-292-
8635)
REMEMBERING LEONARD by Charles Scott
In his splendid eulogy for Brother Leonard Alphonse Voegtle, Brother Philip
Robert expressed the hope that others might join him in commenting on
Leonard's life as a Marist and on the ways in which his life touched ours. I
would like to accept his invitation to do so.
On March 12
th
I received a long email message from Leonard, parts of which I
quote here: "Dear Charlie, I have risen, after 38 days in hospital, and I feel like
celebrating Easter right now, rather than another month of Lent! ... Your 3/2
missive was waiting for me when I got home. I'd love to see you again, and meet
Anne for the first time ... All things being equal, I'll be here in Esopus on the
29
th
and 30
th
.
Of course, something "health-wise" could arise to make a liar out
ofme, but let's hope for the best; it's been far too long. Like 49 years! .... "
I replied immediately: "Dear Len, Sorry to learn of your ordeal this past
month. Let's be optimistic. I'll give a call, probably on the 29
th
to see if coming
over to Esopus on the 30
th
will be OK. It would be wonderful to see you again.
And Anne is looking forward to meeting you."
Then Anne had to go into the hospital for several days and our travel plans to
New York had to be altered. So I called the number at the cottage and learned
from the person who answered the phone that Leonard was back in the hospital.
I asked him to pass on my message that our trip would be delayed. Maybe he
did; I don't know. It would have made no difference of course. On April 1, I
received David's email message that Leonard had died. Almost instantly, Hugh
Crowe emailed me with the same sad news. And then a short while later Bill
Lavigne called to tell me the same news. So, ironically, just when we thought
that after 49 years we might get together once more, it was not to be. I think
somehow each of us knew intuitively that this is the way it would turn out.
Now I find myself not only praying for Leonard (as I do for all ofmy Marist
brothers) but also praying to him, for I am quite convinced that Leonard is a
saint. Hugh Crowe sent me one of the memorial cards, which I have in a small
frame on my bureau. I am really pleased that whoever chose the photograph
chose the one of him when he made his final profession. Why? Because that's
the way I remember Leonard. He has the look of a book scholar, as befits his
wide-ranging intellectual curiosity and powers, and also the shy but sure smile
that suggests how well aware he is of what is important in this life.
We had been in touch by correspondence through those many years. Leonard
would send Easter, Christmas, birthday, and wedding anniversary cards, as well
as long, newsy letters and, recently, email messages. I understand that he
maintained this voluminous correspondence with many other people as well. It
was always a great pleasure to hear from him since his messages were never trite
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or pro forma. Indeed, they enlightened as much as they pleased. While he
would bring you up to date on his activities, you never felt that his letters were
about him; rather you felt that he was really interested in you and in what you
were doing. Thus, it was a long time before I realized how seriously sick he had
been. Only when I finally pressed him on the matter did he give me a
reasonably full explanation.
My strongest memories of Leonard go back to 1947 when we were classmates in
the Juniorate at Marist Prep in Esopus. Some of us were to become part of the
class of 1950. I still see Leonard (then Kenneth Voegtle) sitting in the last seat
of the next-to-last row from the windows in that last of three classrooms on the
second floor of the mansion. It was there that we had Brother George Robert for
world history, Brother Regis James for plane geometry, Brother Stephan Urban
for Latin II, Brother Joel Matthew for English ... what have I forgotten?
(Leonard would remember this better than I do.)
In those years we would receive monthly report cards and prizes for academic
achievement. Very quickly it became clear that Leonard got the highest grades
of any of us in the class and mine were typically the second highest. A
competition between us developed, usually won by him, but at least once I recall
squeaking past him by a decimal point or two. Pretty soon the rivalry became
public and fairly vocal: many of our classmates began rooting for me to beat
Leonard. Fifteen-year-old boys are not often tactful, especially those who
preferred sports and physical activities to books and classes. I enjoyed the books
and classes, but I also enjoyed our sports, and, while not as athletically talented
as, say, Eddie Donahue, I was good enough to be picked for most teams.
Leonard, on the other hand, was the top academic achiever of our class but he
had no skills for the sports fields. Nor any interest, so far as I know. Thus,
allegiances were formed, and one of the ways in which those allegiances were
expressed was by rooting for me over Leonard in the monthly academic
competitions.
We never talked to one another about that aspect of our sophomore high school
year but I can easily surmise that the prevailing boosterism in the class must
have been hurtful to Leonard at times. While I never felt that I lacked for friends
or ballfield buddies, I think Leonard's life in the Juniorate must often have been
a lonely one. But if this is true, I have no recollection that he ever complained or
indulged in self-pity. And neither did he do so in recent years when his illness
became life threatening. Thus, as far back as I can remember, it seems that
Leonard had learned to bear his infirmities with outward stoicism and probably
with inner grace.
On June 1, Anne and I will celebrate our 44
th
wedding anniversary. This time
we will be in Rome for the occasion. In another year we would receive a
missive from Leonard, typically a hand-made card with a small photograph of
flowers or an unusual still-life scene, inside a generous and cheerful note of
congratulations and the assurance of his prayers for us. There will be no more
such cards of course, but I think it will delight Leonard that we will be observing
our anniversary in Rome, a city that he surely came to know well from his years
there of service to the Marist Brothers. And we will remember him with much
fondness and with the confidence that we have a powerful intercessor for us with
Jesus through Mary.(4737 Lafayette Drive, Madison WI 53705-4827; 608-233-
3 995;
ctscott@facstaff.wisc.edu
)
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FROM BRENDAN HAGGERTY ('50):
Today I re-read your notice about
Adolph Leo. It said Saturday, 1 a.m. That's code for another of Mary's boys
gone home. One year ago, at the class reunions of '50-51 at Marist College, Evy
and I traveled to Esopus to visit my many friends at rest in the cemetery. While
we were there, Ken Voegtle and Adolph came by and joined us. Little did we
know then that both Ken and Adolph would join their deceased brethren so
soon. Requiescant in pace.(3210 Crest Avenue, Cheverly MD 20785-1107; 301-
772-1613;
Evbren87@aol.com
)
BROTHER ADOLPHE LEO LABONTE, R.I.P.
(Adapted portions of the eulogy given by
Brother Thomas Simmons)
Brother Adolphe Leo ('44) earned his degree from Marian College in 1948. He
cooked for a year before going to teach in Lowell. Then he taught in Lawrence
for four years before moving to the Mount to be a prefect for boarding students.
Adolphe loved small children the most. He kept a close eye out for the young
ones who rarely received family visits. He would take them to the movies or to
the Bronx Zoo.
Twelve years after his novitiate the Lord and Champagnat called Adolphe to the
foreign missions. For 30 years he labored happily as a missionary. Adolphe
answered "Yes" to anything asked of him, even before the entire question had
been completed. "I trusted my superiors about anything they thought I could
handle, and I went to work. I would do it again." Adolphe worked in classrooms
that were no more than mud-floor huts. He sloshed through many monsoon
seasons. Malaria laid his body low, but not his spirit and dedication. They say
he was forever smiling, and his students were noted as always being happy.
Adolphe worked in exotic places, like Ipoh, Malaysia; Sibu, Sirawak; Papua,
New Guinea; Borneo; and back to Sibu, Sarawak, where he was the school's
principal and the director of his community. He was also with the American
missionaries in Liberia several times.
Upon his return to the States Adolphe took up residence in Esopus. He was the
man for all seasons during his twelve-year stint of duty there. His love for work
for the good of his congregation knew no limits. Work was always for the good
of tomorrow and for those who would follow. Adolphe gave work dignity.
Whatever needed to be done, whatever it takes to get the job done, let's do it
right now was his attitude.
To say "applesauce pancakes" would bring to some folks instant smiles and a
recognition of Adolphe. Adolphe created this recipe. "Let's put some meat on
these kids," he would say. "Let's give the retreatants and their staff a hearty
breakfast. Applesauce is cheap enough." That's Adolphe's thinking about the
well-being of his kids - even high school and college kids. Should a former
retreatant return, he would want to know if Adolphe still made those pancakes?
When it came time to look at his mortality, Adolphe would simply say, "Just put
me there in Esopus West. I want to be with my friends." Adolphe's battle with
cancer started about 18 months ago. Through his numerous trips to Albany and
his many surgeries, Adolphe kept his cool while instantaneously agreeing with
whatever his doctors thought best for him. His only lament was the loss of time
away from his lawn-mowing tractor or from his chance to work in the kitchen
and be near his "kids." When he was told that his cancer had the upper hand, his
immediate response was, "I have lived my life as a Marist Brother as best I
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could. I have absolutely no regrets and I am ready for Esopus West as God bids.
My number has been called, as I have always known it would be. And so be it."
When Adolphe was told that Brother Provincial thought it best for him to move
to the Mount and then to Calvary Hospital, he once again answered "Yes" before
the provincial's thought was fully expressed. Not once did Adolphe complain
about his condition or about the care he received along his journey. Adolphe
was in the hospital at Calvary for fifteen days before continuing his journey
beyond time on May 19
th
, a Saturday, Mary's day.
FROM BERNIE (Bernard Aloysius) GARRETT ('44):
I read with sadness of
the death of Brother Adolph Leo in the last issue. We were in the same group of
'44; there are not many of that group still alive. Had I known of Adolph's death
earlier I would have attended the Mass and the interment. Keep up the good
work and keep the publication coming. (38 Indian Trail, Bronx NY 10475-3841;
718-829-4850)
FROM PAT KEILTY ('65):
Last week I turned 55. This is significant to me
personally, but it is also a reminder that we Boomers are getting up there. I was
born in '46, the year that marked the beginning of the Baby Boomer generation.
For years my generation has been written about. 1964-the year we finished
high school; 1968 -the year we graduated from college. (An extra year of
novitiate threw me off by one year; I graduated in '69 although I was already
teaching for one year, so I sort of graduated with my fellow Boomers.) 1971 -
the year we turned 25; 1996 -the year we were eligible to join AARP.
Congratulations to my fellow Boomers who turn 55 this year. Ad multos annos.
And 2001 -the year Pat Keilty retired after 25 years with the Howard County
Public School System. Anne and I have signed the papers, expect to land
teaching jobs in the Tampa area shortly, sold our house thankfully for $10,000
over the asking price, and await the arrival on June 25 of United Van Lines.
We're happy and bewildered. Unfortunately amidst all the concerns about
selling and moving, quitting and applying, my two daughters, Justine (25) and
Erin (21) were in a serious head-on collision in Baltimore City. Their injuries
are not life threatening, but their recuperations from breaks, bruises, and scars
will be slow. Thank God they are alive; please remember them in your prayers.
(10140 Tanfield Court, Ellicott City MD 21042; 410-461-7435;
k54paddy@aol.com)
FROM JACK (Timothy Joseph) CRAVEN ('48):
Many thanks for continuing
to produce Marists All. From reading each issue I gather that I am only one of
many who appreciate the efforts invested in making this newsletter available.
While each issue brings feelings of sorrow when learning that someone I knew
has passed on to his reward, it also carries mention of people I knew well, and I
am delighted to learn that they are well.
For myself, at 73 as I near 50 years of involvement in education -24 in Catholic
and 25 in public -I continue in the full-time position of Director of Education
Ministries for the Diocese of Boise in Idaho. Although I have had some health
challenges -six heart bypasses and a bout with prostrate cancer -I consider
myself to be blessed with reasonably good health. Looking forward to future
issues of this fine publication, I am yours in J.M.J.(3202 Wagon Wheel Road,
Boise ID 83702-1421)
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NOTA BENE: There have been a few people who have indicated a
preference for receiving printed copies of the newsletter by postal mail, even
though they appreciate looking in on our web site. Please feel free to ask for
such a mailing if you would like that.
DECEASED:
Brother Patrick Long (Ronald Bernard '45)
died June 19
th
in Santa Cruz, CA. Though he had earned a PhD in history, Paddy sensed a call
to work with the homeless and with Native Americans, which he did for almost
twenty years in Santa Cruz. He wrote for this newsletter several times about his
experiences there. Paddy was a Marist Brother for 56 of his 73 years. He had
taught at St. Mary's High School in Manhasset for 14 years. He also served at
Archbishop Molloy High School and in Marist schools in Florida and West
Virginia. May Brother Patrick and all of our deceased brothers rest in peace, we
pray.
We have reliable news that
Vincent Hall ('58)
died earlier this year and that
Frank O'Rourke ('61)
died a month or so ago, but we have no further
information.
NOTICE
-
LOST BUT NOT FOUND
: The following are names of some
folks whose mailing address we have lost. In the past they have shown interest
in what we do by writing for us and/or by helping us with expenses. We regret
that we no longer have the opportunity to communicate with them. Could
anyone give us some leads?
Ed Jenkins ('65)
Tom Fahey ('57)
Joe Hager ('63)
Bob Slattery ('50
Dan Waters ('68)
William Baker ('64)
A CHALLENGE
:
Below are provincial assignments to two Marist
communities of years gone by! Can you identify the communities? Do you
know the year? Do you recognize the names? Answer will appear in the
next issue.
'22 Br. Arthur Xavier
'23 Br. Francis Mary
'24 Br. John Patrick
'28 Br. Omer Louis
'35 Br. Juan Salvador
'41 Br. Pascal Emil
'42 Br. Sixtus Victor
'43 Br. Carlos Hernandez
'49 Br. Ciaran Thomas
'50 Br. Anthony Urban
'50 Br. Michael Wilfrid
'51 Br. Martin Patrick
'51 Br. Vincent Jerome
'09 Br. Anthony of Padua
'20 Br. Joseph Alexander
'26 Br. Thomas Alban
'32 Br. Lawrence Ephrem
'34 Br. Cletus Richard
'35 Br. Gilbert Osmund
'38 Br. Aidan Norbert
'46 Br. Michael Urban
'46 Br. Raymond Albert
'47 Br. Stephen Martin
'48 Br. Thomas Joseph
'49 Br. Mark Anselm
'50 Br. Kenneth Robert
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'52 Br. Lawrence Jerome
'52 Br. Leo Richard
'51 Br. Martin Thomas
'54 Br. Andrew Thomas
'52 Br. Stephen Bernard
'53 Br. Francis Martin
'53 Br. Robert Marcellin
'56 Br. Felix Anthony
'59 Br. James
'54 Br. Charles Marcellin
'56 Br. Francis Owen
'58 Br. Thomas Raymond
'58 Br. Gregory Edward
'59 Br. Robert
Thanks to Br. Charles Filiatrault at one of the retirement homes in Miami for
sharing a few pages of a precious three-ring binder containing records of
provincial assignments over many years.
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Marist General
Chapter on the
Internet
A new domain
www.champ..1l,gt1at.org
will let people keep
abreast of day-to-day
developments at this
year's Marist General
Chapter. It will have a
free service available for
sending news directly to
e-mail addresses of all
who sign up,
brothers
and lay people.
It will
be ready September 1
st
.
Marist Opening to Cuba
On June 8
th
Brother Benito, Superior General of the Marist
Brothers, received a visit from Cuba's ambassador to the
Holy See. In a cordial atmosphere free of protocol, the
two men touched on various issues concerning the
situation in Cuba. Two days after that visit, the Marist
administration was pleased to receive word that the Cuban
government had granted its formal approval for Brother
Juan Efrain Martin of Central America and Brother Carlos
Martinez Lavin of Central Mexico to collaborate in
pastoral activities in the diocese of Cienfuegos in Cuba.
The Bishop of Cienfuegos, a former student of the
Brothers, took advantage of being in Rome for his "ad
limina" visit with the Pope to spend a few hours on June
28
th
at the Marist Generalate. Brother Efrain will enter
Cuba in August and Brother Carlos in September. All look
to prayer for these Brothers and for their Marist presence
and pastoral work in Cuba.
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American Provinces to Unite
On June 22-24 the Brothers of the two United
States provinces gathered at Marist College in
Poughkeepsie to continue to address the issue of
restructuring. Brother Sean Sammon, Vicar
General, was the keynote speaker. At the assembly
the provincial councils of both provinces held a
uoint meeting. A recommendation to the General
Council that the Provinces of Esopus and
Poughkeepsie come together to form a single
province was unanimously approved by both
councils. (Adapted from
Around the Provinces)
Marist Heritage Project
Remember to send early Marist College pictures to
Gus Nolan.
EDITORS' NOTE: Please don't forget us! We need your letters and e
mail. Write to ...
Gus Nolan:
50 South Randolph Avenue, Poughkeepsie NY 12601;
gysnolan@aol.com
David Kammer:
RR #1-Box 3300, Smithfield ME 04978;
kammer@tdstelme.net
476 La Playa, Edgewater FL 32141;
kammer@mP-inet.net
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ISSUE# 63
August 2001
FROM
TOM McGOVERN ('66):
I've been thinking a lot about the Marist
Community over the past several years. In May of 2000 my dad passed away
after 20 months in a nursing care facility at Stony Brook. Monsignor John
Graham, Principal of Cardinal Hayes High School and my boyhood friend from
St. Agnes parish, celebrated the funeral mass on Long Island in the parish where
Pat McMorrow and I grew up. We held what I tell my students was the Irish
Catholic tradition of "hatchings, matchings, and dispatchings," as we gathered as
an extended family and told John McGovern stories
I stayed on in New York for a while and went through the memorabilia of dad's
life. There was a maroon baseball cap - St. Agnes Boys High School alumni.
Dad and Mom used to go into the city every year for the reunions; being 7 5 did
not affect their LIRR and subway travel plans. Among the items I went through
I found my Uncle Joe McGovern's and cousin Brian Davis' graduation
programs. It was this Marist/ Agnes tradition that led me to Molloy on the bus
and subway and not to Chaminade, only a 15 minute walk away. That choice 40
years ago has made all the difference!
I discovered that dad saved all my report cards. He enjoyed going to PTAs to
reminisce with his old buddy, Paddy Long, about the neighborhood. After two
years he finally got up the courage to knock on Wilfred Mary's door and say
hello. Paul Ernest had been a little easier to meet.
The report cards reminded me of the teachers who led me to Esopus. Dad saved
all of the novitiate programs as well. There was a wooden plaque skillfully
carved by George Halpin, marking the golf course that John Warren and I
hatched behind the old tailor shop. Going through the material was like opening
up a Hopi memory basket with pictures from Molloy, Esopus, Fordham, our
wedding in 1970 with John Warren sporting an Afro, graduate studies at
Southern Illinois with Jim Gormally and George Howard, our children's
baptisms with Jimmy Smith in my parents' living room. Through all of the
photos that dad took, the Marist Family was there at every stage.
Four years ago this month, I contracted a rare neurological disorder, Guillain
Barre Syndrome, while giving an NSF workshop in Maryland. After a month in
intensive care and all the medical treatments available, I was left paralyzed in the
hands, arms, legs, face, and colon. The physicians stabilized me after 50 days,
but the prognosis for walking again was poor. On July 14 - a day that my
teachers Marty Ruane, Jogues, Scotty, and Joseph Belanger taught me something
about - I resolved to go beyond the medical predictions and to escape the
Bastille. The daily regimen in the hospital was just like Esopus, so I knew the
benefits of the structure, the meditation, and the dialogues. The phlebotomist
arrived each day at 5:30. I meditated and prayed. Nurse technicians bathed,
dressed, and fed me by 7:30. More meditation. Physical therapy at 9.
Occupational therapy at 11. Spoon fed lunch at noon and more therapy in the
afternoon. Visitors from the university in the early evening and Pat with me for
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supper. Painfully, ever so slowly, the spiritual and physical exercises began to
bring back feeling, then small movement. With braces and a walker, I shuffied
out of the rehabilitation center after 120 days. It took six more months of
rehabilitation before I could climb one flight of stairs to our bedroom at home. I
was back in the classroom 380 days after the adventure began and back to the
university full time that following fall semester.
On a positive note, after four years I'm walking and working but still
permanently disabled due to nerve damage in my legs. Most people, including
my students, don't observe much difference. I can't walk distances; chronic
fatigue and pain management are daily parts of life. But every time I see one of
my colleagues in a motor wheelchair suffering from MS or see a woman
wheeling her chair through the hot sun of Phoenix summers, I know that I am
blessed and that there was a reason why this happened and how the story
unfolded the way it did.
With our daughter who is a photojournalist, I kept a daily journal to capture the
rehabilitation and renewal journey. It was published as "Patients/Patience" in
our university's literary journal, Palo Verde,
(http//www.west.asu.edu/paloverde), just before my dad passed away. As an old
New York City newspaper man, he would have been even happier when The
Washington Post last September picked up the story and accompanying
impressive photos taken by his granddaughter. Actually he was probably more
happy to watch the Subway Series in the fall with such a good ''upper deck"
seat!
I am very grateful to Marists All for the spiritual energy wrapped around our
family all the way from St. Agnes in the 1930s to Phoenix into a new
millennium.
(19310 North 7?
1h
Ave., Glendale AZ 85308-6082; 602-543-6008;
thomas.mcgovem@asu.edu
)
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Sept 15th
GMC PICNIC
Once again we look forward to seeing you at the
annual Greater Marist Community picnic to be held at Mt. St.
Michael in the Bronx near the Mount Vernon border at Nereid
and Murdock Avenues. The gathering will be on Saturday,
September 15
th
,
noon to 5 p.m. Come with spouse and children
or come alone. Bring your own beverage and a potluck dish for a
shared meal. All Brothers are most welcome to join in. Thanks
to the director and to the community of the Mount for welcoming
us. We have been having this picnic each year on the second
Saturday after Labor Day. Mark the 15
th
on your calendar.
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FROM BR. RENE ROY ('60):
With graduation on May 23
rd
and the last exam
on June 1
st
my first year as principal of Bishop Donahue High School is history.
It has been a challenging year and an education for me ... and it was FAST. I
now have a better handle on the rhythm of what constitutes a scholastic year in
the 21
st
century and hope to be able to guide the school to a more focused and
stable educational process in the future. Remember when one school assembly
and a couple ofrallies were frowned upon as disruptive? Now it's as if the
regular schedule is disruptive of the "extras." Enough is enough. It is true that
not all learning takes place in the classroom, but some time has to be spent
there! Next year will be different.
Brother Thomas Kelly did a remarkable job in turning this school around. Three
years ago he and Brother Dan O 'Riordan arrived to find no textbooks and one
computer, practically the same situation that I found in Rwanda! However,
that's all changed now; we've continued on the "roll" begun by them. Brother
Dan has done marvels for the school, students, and parents.
One of the teachers who has been here for twelve years and has weathered good
time and bad, remarks that at last the school is a school. It will be more so next
year. It is a privilege to be at the helm of a school when one has a few years of
life experiences, has witnessed a variety of approaches and fads, and can be able
to KNOW what works best and to know what is best for the students and
parents. I'm trying to stem the tide of informality which is eroding manners,
civility, and even moral behavior. We have a school where the Best of the Fifties
and the Best of the '0O's blend into a rich, educational and formational
experience. Come and see for yourselfl
While fully engaged in this educational project at Donohue High, my Rwandan
projects continue with great gusto. Having thirty-one of my students just an hour
away in the Pittsburgh area has been a blessing to both them and me. I'm
energized by their simplicity, their motivation, their self-discipline, their humor
and wonder. I was privileged to join them for the big Pacem In Terris Institute
Fundraiser in Washington, DC on March 31st. The Queen of Jordan was the
guest of honor and honorary chair of the Institute. It was like a fairy-tale. The
Rwandan students were dressed in tuxes and evening gowns, and we sat down to
an elegant dinner in the Ronald Reagan Center. We had a few hours to tour
Washington and snap pictures in front of the White House and the Capitol.
Plenty of pictures in the tuxes and gowns, too! I can imagine the reaction at
home when these pictures reached there. Msgr. William Kerr, the President of La
Roche, is so pleased with the students whom I recommended that he asked me
for another list. I gave him 65 names and have about 10 more! Through the
generosity of many people, I've been able to send books, tuition and even
basketball uniforms to Rwanda, not only to the Brothers' school but to others as
well.
On June 2
nd
I will have another privilege. In Oglala, South Dakota, I will
witness the dedication of the new Our Lady of the Sioux Church and the Brother
Rene Hall (yes, after me); the original was destroyed in the tornado of 1999.
It's been great keeping in touch with friends on the Internet, but our group of
1960 is meeting to celebrate the Fourth of July with Reggie Diss in Rural
Retreat, Virginia. Hence, I'll be a bit late for the Institute of Spirituality, but I'll
be there.(4509 Eoff Street, Wheeling WV 26003; 304-233-8334;
royrene@hotmail.com)
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FROM TIM (Timothy Leo)FALKENSTEIN ('48):
As a newcomer to Marists
All I received the June issue (#62) in the mail as well as a notice at my e-mail
address. I'm so glad I found Marists All; as a result of that, I have enjoyed
meeting former brothers in my area these past few months. I had a great chat
with Father Frank Gallogly (Stephen Joachim '52) who is pastor at St. Katherine
Drexel parish in Cape Coral, just a few miles from where we live in Ft. Myers.
We'll be doing a lot of traveling this summer, we'll be in touch in the fall. (1828
Pine Valley Drive (#216), Ft. Myers FL 33907; 941-481-4815;
Tamfo@aol.com
)
FROM REV. RICHARD TINKER ('49):
Over the years I have much
appreciated Marists All but I have not done much about it. Please accept my
apologies for not coming forward with something sooner. It certainly has been a
long time.
The Marist College Archives Project is a splendid idea. I went through my
pictures, but have very few now. Those that I am sending I would like to have
back, but if that is inconvenient, never mind. After all, they are only ... things.
There aren't many ofus left after more than fifty years. I was very, very
saddened when I heard that Leonard Alphonse died. He had an abiding love for
the monks, and I am sure he will do more for them where he is now, even more
than the wonderful things he did when he was alive. There you have a
biography that should be written some day. Leonard and I go way back to when
we both lived in the Parkchester area, before we went off to Marist Prep. Not
long ago he sent me an ikon print of St. Marcellin, very impressive
I just passed my seventy-fifth birthday. Thirty-five years ago I was ordained
priest and have served Russian Orthodox parishes in the New York area all of
those years; finally now I am retired. How did I get to be an Orthodox priest?
And will the Pope ever forgive me? A very long, but, I think, a good story. I
have been very happy. I live with my wife (how about that!) on Long Island.
Our church is quite traditional and celebrates many liturgical services and has
not abandoned the idea of fasting. The life of an orthodox priest is quite
different than the life of the average Roman Catholic priest. I am certain that
more demands are put upon Orthodox priests. We are a somewhat hidden
church, unless you go to Russia, Greece, Rumania, Serbia, and the Middle East.
Nobody has ever made a movie about us; there has never been a "Going My
Way" for us.
Some time ago I started to put down my recollections of the old novitiate
building in the days I was there more than fifty years ago under Brother Henry
Charles and Brother Louis Omer. Remember the old tin "pig trough" we used to
wash at on the top floor? And the shower with the tin can with holes punched in
it? Or the idea that you could clean a spot on a ragged novice's cassock by
rubbing it with a rag soaked with black coffee? So many things forgotten, and
so few ofus left to remember!
Well, my recollected story centered on the fire escape pole that came down from
the top floor (the fourth); how Brother Henry Charles in his little blue coverall
suit used to demonstrate how you wrap your legs about the pole and slide gently
down; how Joe Magnien began to slide down and became terrified and wouldn't
slide down and couldn't go up. He hung there between heaven and earth, while
we all shouted advice to him. A very funny scene. I need to do some work on
the story yet, but if you think you can use it, I will fmish it and send it in to you.
By the way Joe Magnien is an Orthodox priest in Belize, Central America, where
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he and another priest have a mission. He was a case as a monk, but he seems to
have mellowed out, thank God.
It's funny, Gus; I still see you as you were fifty years ago, playing softball at
Marist Prep. And while you were at that, your brother Frank, Tommy Lee, and
myself were playing handball. Actually, we weren't bad at it. It's the only ball I
could ever hit.(124 Stephens Avenue, West Hempstead NY 11552; 516-292-
8635)
REMEMBERING LEONARD by Charles Scott
In his splendid eulogy for Brother Leonard Alphonse Voegtle, Brother Philip
Robert expressed the hope that others might join him in commenting on
Leonard's life as a Marist and on the ways in which his life touched ours. I
would like to accept his invitation to do so.
On March 12
th
I received a long email message from Leonard, parts of which I
quote here: "Dear Charlie, I have risen, after 38 days in hospital, and I feel like
celebrating Easter right now, rather than another month of Lent! ... Your 3/2
missive was waiting for me when I got home. I'd love to see you again, and meet
Anne for the first time ... All things being equal, I'll be here in Esopus on the
29
th
and 30
th
.
Of course, something "health-wise" could arise to make a liar out
ofme, but let's hope for the best; it's been far too long. Like 49 years! .... "
I replied immediately: "Dear Len, Sorry to learn of your ordeal this past
month. Let's be optimistic. I'll give a call, probably on the 29
th
to see if coming
over to Esopus on the 30
th
will be OK. It would be wonderful to see you again.
And Anne is looking forward to meeting you."
Then Anne had to go into the hospital for several days and our travel plans to
New York had to be altered. So I called the number at the cottage and learned
from the person who answered the phone that Leonard was back in the hospital.
I asked him to pass on my message that our trip would be delayed. Maybe he
did; I don't know. It would have made no difference of course. On April 1, I
received David's email message that Leonard had died. Almost instantly, Hugh
Crowe emailed me with the same sad news. And then a short while later Bill
Lavigne called to tell me the same news. So, ironically, just when we thought
that after 49 years we might get together once more, it was not to be. I think
somehow each of us knew intuitively that this is the way it would turn out.
Now I find myself not only praying for Leonard (as I do for all ofmy Marist
brothers) but also praying to him, for I am quite convinced that Leonard is a
saint. Hugh Crowe sent me one of the memorial cards, which I have in a small
frame on my bureau. I am really pleased that whoever chose the photograph
chose the one of him when he made his final profession. Why? Because that's
the way I remember Leonard. He has the look of a book scholar, as befits his
wide-ranging intellectual curiosity and powers, and also the shy but sure smile
that suggests how well aware he is of what is important in this life.
We had been in touch by correspondence through those many years. Leonard
would send Easter, Christmas, birthday, and wedding anniversary cards, as well
as long, newsy letters and, recently, email messages. I understand that he
maintained this voluminous correspondence with many other people as well. It
was always a great pleasure to hear from him since his messages were never trite
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or pro forma. Indeed, they enlightened as much as they pleased. While he
would bring you up to date on his activities, you never felt that his letters were
about him; rather you felt that he was really interested in you and in what you
were doing. Thus, it was a long time before I realized how seriously sick he had
been. Only when I finally pressed him on the matter did he give me a
reasonably full explanation.
My strongest memories of Leonard go back to 1947 when we were classmates in
the Juniorate at Marist Prep in Esopus. Some of us were to become part of the
class of 1950. I still see Leonard (then Kenneth Voegtle) sitting in the last seat
of the next-to-last row from the windows in that last of three classrooms on the
second floor of the mansion. It was there that we had Brother George Robert for
world history, Brother Regis James for plane geometry, Brother Stephan Urban
for Latin II, Brother Joel Matthew for English ... what have I forgotten?
(Leonard would remember this better than I do.)
In those years we would receive monthly report cards and prizes for academic
achievement. Very quickly it became clear that Leonard got the highest grades
of any of us in the class and mine were typically the second highest. A
competition between us developed, usually won by him, but at least once I recall
squeaking past him by a decimal point or two. Pretty soon the rivalry became
public and fairly vocal: many of our classmates began rooting for me to beat
Leonard. Fifteen-year-old boys are not often tactful, especially those who
preferred sports and physical activities to books and classes. I enjoyed the books
and classes, but I also enjoyed our sports, and, while not as athletically talented
as, say, Eddie Donahue, I was good enough to be picked for most teams.
Leonard, on the other hand, was the top academic achiever of our class but he
had no skills for the sports fields. Nor any interest, so far as I know. Thus,
allegiances were formed, and one of the ways in which those allegiances were
expressed was by rooting for me over Leonard in the monthly academic
competitions.
We never talked to one another about that aspect of our sophomore high school
year but I can easily surmise that the prevailing boosterism in the class must
have been hurtful to Leonard at times. While I never felt that I lacked for friends
or ballfield buddies, I think Leonard's life in the Juniorate must often have been
a lonely one. But if this is true, I have no recollection that he ever complained or
indulged in self-pity. And neither did he do so in recent years when his illness
became life threatening. Thus, as far back as I can remember, it seems that
Leonard had learned to bear his infirmities with outward stoicism and probably
with inner grace.
On June 1, Anne and I will celebrate our 44
th
wedding anniversary. This time
we will be in Rome for the occasion. In another year we would receive a
missive from Leonard, typically a hand-made card with a small photograph of
flowers or an unusual still-life scene, inside a generous and cheerful note of
congratulations and the assurance of his prayers for us. There will be no more
such cards of course, but I think it will delight Leonard that we will be observing
our anniversary in Rome, a city that he surely came to know well from his years
there of service to the Marist Brothers. And we will remember him with much
fondness and with the confidence that we have a powerful intercessor for us with
Jesus through Mary.(4737 Lafayette Drive, Madison WI 53705-4827; 608-233-
3 995;
ctscott@facstaff.wisc.edu
)
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FROM BRENDAN HAGGERTY ('50):
Today I re-read your notice about
Adolph Leo. It said Saturday, 1 a.m. That's code for another of Mary's boys
gone home. One year ago, at the class reunions of '50-51 at Marist College, Evy
and I traveled to Esopus to visit my many friends at rest in the cemetery. While
we were there, Ken Voegtle and Adolph came by and joined us. Little did we
know then that both Ken and Adolph would join their deceased brethren so
soon. Requiescant in pace.(3210 Crest Avenue, Cheverly MD 20785-1107; 301-
772-1613;
Evbren87@aol.com
)
BROTHER ADOLPHE LEO LABONTE, R.I.P.
(Adapted portions of the eulogy given by
Brother Thomas Simmons)
Brother Adolphe Leo ('44) earned his degree from Marian College in 1948. He
cooked for a year before going to teach in Lowell. Then he taught in Lawrence
for four years before moving to the Mount to be a prefect for boarding students.
Adolphe loved small children the most. He kept a close eye out for the young
ones who rarely received family visits. He would take them to the movies or to
the Bronx Zoo.
Twelve years after his novitiate the Lord and Champagnat called Adolphe to the
foreign missions. For 30 years he labored happily as a missionary. Adolphe
answered "Yes" to anything asked of him, even before the entire question had
been completed. "I trusted my superiors about anything they thought I could
handle, and I went to work. I would do it again." Adolphe worked in classrooms
that were no more than mud-floor huts. He sloshed through many monsoon
seasons. Malaria laid his body low, but not his spirit and dedication. They say
he was forever smiling, and his students were noted as always being happy.
Adolphe worked in exotic places, like Ipoh, Malaysia; Sibu, Sirawak; Papua,
New Guinea; Borneo; and back to Sibu, Sarawak, where he was the school's
principal and the director of his community. He was also with the American
missionaries in Liberia several times.
Upon his return to the States Adolphe took up residence in Esopus. He was the
man for all seasons during his twelve-year stint of duty there. His love for work
for the good of his congregation knew no limits. Work was always for the good
of tomorrow and for those who would follow. Adolphe gave work dignity.
Whatever needed to be done, whatever it takes to get the job done, let's do it
right now was his attitude.
To say "applesauce pancakes" would bring to some folks instant smiles and a
recognition of Adolphe. Adolphe created this recipe. "Let's put some meat on
these kids," he would say. "Let's give the retreatants and their staff a hearty
breakfast. Applesauce is cheap enough." That's Adolphe's thinking about the
well-being of his kids - even high school and college kids. Should a former
retreatant return, he would want to know if Adolphe still made those pancakes?
When it came time to look at his mortality, Adolphe would simply say, "Just put
me there in Esopus West. I want to be with my friends." Adolphe's battle with
cancer started about 18 months ago. Through his numerous trips to Albany and
his many surgeries, Adolphe kept his cool while instantaneously agreeing with
whatever his doctors thought best for him. His only lament was the loss of time
away from his lawn-mowing tractor or from his chance to work in the kitchen
and be near his "kids." When he was told that his cancer had the upper hand, his
immediate response was, "I have lived my life as a Marist Brother as best I
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could. I have absolutely no regrets and I am ready for Esopus West as God bids.
My number has been called, as I have always known it would be. And so be it."
When Adolphe was told that Brother Provincial thought it best for him to move
to the Mount and then to Calvary Hospital, he once again answered "Yes" before
the provincial's thought was fully expressed. Not once did Adolphe complain
about his condition or about the care he received along his journey. Adolphe
was in the hospital at Calvary for fifteen days before continuing his journey
beyond time on May 19
th
, a Saturday, Mary's day.
FROM BERNIE (Bernard Aloysius) GARRETT ('44):
I read with sadness of
the death of Brother Adolph Leo in the last issue. We were in the same group of
'44; there are not many of that group still alive. Had I known of Adolph's death
earlier I would have attended the Mass and the interment. Keep up the good
work and keep the publication coming. (38 Indian Trail, Bronx NY 10475-3841;
718-829-4850)
FROM PAT KEILTY ('65):
Last week I turned 55. This is significant to me
personally, but it is also a reminder that we Boomers are getting up there. I was
born in '46, the year that marked the beginning of the Baby Boomer generation.
For years my generation has been written about. 1964-the year we finished
high school; 1968 -the year we graduated from college. (An extra year of
novitiate threw me off by one year; I graduated in '69 although I was already
teaching for one year, so I sort of graduated with my fellow Boomers.) 1971 -
the year we turned 25; 1996 -the year we were eligible to join AARP.
Congratulations to my fellow Boomers who turn 55 this year. Ad multos annos.
And 2001 -the year Pat Keilty retired after 25 years with the Howard County
Public School System. Anne and I have signed the papers, expect to land
teaching jobs in the Tampa area shortly, sold our house thankfully for $10,000
over the asking price, and await the arrival on June 25 of United Van Lines.
We're happy and bewildered. Unfortunately amidst all the concerns about
selling and moving, quitting and applying, my two daughters, Justine (25) and
Erin (21) were in a serious head-on collision in Baltimore City. Their injuries
are not life threatening, but their recuperations from breaks, bruises, and scars
will be slow. Thank God they are alive; please remember them in your prayers.
(10140 Tanfield Court, Ellicott City MD 21042; 410-461-7435;
k54paddy@aol.com)
FROM JACK (Timothy Joseph) CRAVEN ('48):
Many thanks for continuing
to produce Marists All. From reading each issue I gather that I am only one of
many who appreciate the efforts invested in making this newsletter available.
While each issue brings feelings of sorrow when learning that someone I knew
has passed on to his reward, it also carries mention of people I knew well, and I
am delighted to learn that they are well.
For myself, at 73 as I near 50 years of involvement in education -24 in Catholic
and 25 in public -I continue in the full-time position of Director of Education
Ministries for the Diocese of Boise in Idaho. Although I have had some health
challenges -six heart bypasses and a bout with prostrate cancer -I consider
myself to be blessed with reasonably good health. Looking forward to future
issues of this fine publication, I am yours in J.M.J.(3202 Wagon Wheel Road,
Boise ID 83702-1421)
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NOTA BENE: There have been a few people who have indicated a
preference for receiving printed copies of the newsletter by postal mail, even
though they appreciate looking in on our web site. Please feel free to ask for
such a mailing if you would like that.
DECEASED:
Brother Patrick Long (Ronald Bernard '45)
died June 19
th
in Santa Cruz, CA. Though he had earned a PhD in history, Paddy sensed a call
to work with the homeless and with Native Americans, which he did for almost
twenty years in Santa Cruz. He wrote for this newsletter several times about his
experiences there. Paddy was a Marist Brother for 56 of his 73 years. He had
taught at St. Mary's High School in Manhasset for 14 years. He also served at
Archbishop Molloy High School and in Marist schools in Florida and West
Virginia. May Brother Patrick and all of our deceased brothers rest in peace, we
pray.
We have reliable news that
Vincent Hall ('58)
died earlier this year and that
Frank O'Rourke ('61)
died a month or so ago, but we have no further
information.
NOTICE
-
LOST BUT NOT FOUND
: The following are names of some
folks whose mailing address we have lost. In the past they have shown interest
in what we do by writing for us and/or by helping us with expenses. We regret
that we no longer have the opportunity to communicate with them. Could
anyone give us some leads?
Ed Jenkins ('65)
Tom Fahey ('57)
Joe Hager ('63)
Bob Slattery ('50
Dan Waters ('68)
William Baker ('64)
A CHALLENGE
:
Below are provincial assignments to two Marist
communities of years gone by! Can you identify the communities? Do you
know the year? Do you recognize the names? Answer will appear in the
next issue.
'22 Br. Arthur Xavier
'23 Br. Francis Mary
'24 Br. John Patrick
'28 Br. Omer Louis
'35 Br. Juan Salvador
'41 Br. Pascal Emil
'42 Br. Sixtus Victor
'43 Br. Carlos Hernandez
'49 Br. Ciaran Thomas
'50 Br. Anthony Urban
'50 Br. Michael Wilfrid
'51 Br. Martin Patrick
'51 Br. Vincent Jerome
'09 Br. Anthony of Padua
'20 Br. Joseph Alexander
'26 Br. Thomas Alban
'32 Br. Lawrence Ephrem
'34 Br. Cletus Richard
'35 Br. Gilbert Osmund
'38 Br. Aidan Norbert
'46 Br. Michael Urban
'46 Br. Raymond Albert
'47 Br. Stephen Martin
'48 Br. Thomas Joseph
'49 Br. Mark Anselm
'50 Br. Kenneth Robert
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'52 Br. Lawrence Jerome
'52 Br. Leo Richard
'51 Br. Martin Thomas
'54 Br. Andrew Thomas
'52 Br. Stephen Bernard
'53 Br. Francis Martin
'53 Br. Robert Marcellin
'56 Br. Felix Anthony
'59 Br. James
'54 Br. Charles Marcellin
'56 Br. Francis Owen
'58 Br. Thomas Raymond
'58 Br. Gregory Edward
'59 Br. Robert
Thanks to Br. Charles Filiatrault at one of the retirement homes in Miami for
sharing a few pages of a precious three-ring binder containing records of
provincial assignments over many years.
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Marist General
Chapter on the
Internet
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will let people keep
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who sign up,
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and lay people.
It will
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Marist Opening to Cuba
On June 8
th
Brother Benito, Superior General of the Marist
Brothers, received a visit from Cuba's ambassador to the
Holy See. In a cordial atmosphere free of protocol, the
two men touched on various issues concerning the
situation in Cuba. Two days after that visit, the Marist
administration was pleased to receive word that the Cuban
government had granted its formal approval for Brother
Juan Efrain Martin of Central America and Brother Carlos
Martinez Lavin of Central Mexico to collaborate in
pastoral activities in the diocese of Cienfuegos in Cuba.
The Bishop of Cienfuegos, a former student of the
Brothers, took advantage of being in Rome for his "ad
limina" visit with the Pope to spend a few hours on June
28
th
at the Marist Generalate. Brother Efrain will enter
Cuba in August and Brother Carlos in September. All look
to prayer for these Brothers and for their Marist presence
and pastoral work in Cuba.
(T
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ave been adap
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ed from
FMS Update)
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American Provinces to Unite
On June 22-24 the Brothers of the two United
States provinces gathered at Marist College in
Poughkeepsie to continue to address the issue of
restructuring. Brother Sean Sammon, Vicar
General, was the keynote speaker. At the assembly
the provincial councils of both provinces held a
uoint meeting. A recommendation to the General
Council that the Provinces of Esopus and
Poughkeepsie come together to form a single
province was unanimously approved by both
councils. (Adapted from
Around the Provinces)
Marist Heritage Project
Remember to send early Marist College pictures to
Gus Nolan.
EDITORS' NOTE: Please don't forget us! We need your letters and e
mail. Write to ...
Gus Nolan:
50 South Randolph Avenue, Poughkeepsie NY 12601;
gysnolan@aol.com
David Kammer:
RR #1-Box 3300, Smithfield ME 04978;
kammer@tdstelme.net
476 La Playa, Edgewater FL 32141;
kammer@mP-inet.net
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