FROM BR. WILLIAM LAVIGNE ('50):
re: New Marist Ministry in Diocese of Wheeling.
Three Marist Brothers are going to serve as a pastoral team for parishes
in three towns in the Diocese of Wheeling West Virginia: Moorfield,
Petersburg, and Franklin. Because of a shortage of priests Bishop Schmidt,
an alumnus of the Marist Brothers who taught at Central Catholic in
Wheeling, invited us to join Father Mario Claro in pastoring three parishes
located in the Potomac Highlands valley in the eastern part of the state.
Our Brother Luke Reddington was the advance man, arriving on the scene
on July 1st. I joined Luke, September 5th, and Brother Philip Robert
will join the two of us in the near future. We will live in community
at St. Mary's parish in Petersburg located between the other two towns.
We are talking here about small towns of 2000 or less where Catholics
are a distinct minority. Besides our parish ministry, we expect to get
involved in the larger civic community. Already Friday night high school
football is part of our weekly schedule, and we'll be manning the "Apple
Dumpling Booth" at the annual Heritage Festival. Overall it's going
to be quite an adjustment for us Yankees.
Luke has just capped several years of ministry at Queen of Angels elementary
school in inner-city Newark by guiding to completion the establishment
of an early childhood center. Phil has returned to the States after
directing a two-year program in France for Brothers from around the
Institute who will be involved in formation; he celebrated his Golden
Jubilee at the bi-province celebration in June and is presently visiting
with his family before joining us. As for myself, in 1994-95 I had a
very enriching sabbatical at "Ministry to Ministers" in San
Antonio, directed by Father Jim Sullivan; that year I also spent time
at the University of Notre Dame, which was a life long ambition. For
the past three years I have been engaged in adult ministries at the
Church of the Little Flower in Berkeley Heights, New Jersey. No doubt
my twenty-three years in parish ministry was a major factor in my being
tapped for this new venture.
There will now be nine Marist Brothers in the diocese of Wheeling.
In the city of Wheeling, Denis Hever and John McDonagh are in hospital
ministry, Dave Cooney is in parish ministry, and Marty Ruane is involved
in social services for the poor. Des Kelly is the new Principal of Bishop
Donohue High School in McMechan, a "suburb" of Wheeling, and
Dan O'Riordan, newly perpetually professed, will be campus minister
there. Since we in Petersburg are four hours away from Wheeling and
traveling in this mountain state is a challenge, we plan to meet at
some halfway spot on occasion for Marist fellowship and support. Please
keep us and our new ministries in your prayers. "Come on down to
Almost Heaven" if you're in the neighborhood. We'll leave the light
on and will offer some traditional Marist hospitality and good home
cookin' to all of our visitors.
Like many others, we appreciate the work of Gus and Dave, and we look
forward to future issues of Marists All with its updates on our friends
and our Brothers. (5 Pierpont Street, Petersburg, W. Va. 26847-1633;
FROM DONALD MULCARE ('57): Dear Gus, Dave, and Marists all. Your labor
of love in gathering materials, editing submissions, raising funds,
and organizing seasonal mailings of hundreds of copies of the Marists
All newsletter can only be described as apostolic. Each edition affirms
the Spirit instilled through the Marist community, a Spirit that manifests
itself in the diverse gifts of the community members. Each letter reassures
and strengthens the links between us. Each notation of anniversaries
and passings reminds us of the enduring contributions of our brothers.
The impact of your apostolate is beyond reckoning. Please accept my
gratitude and appreciation for sharing your talents, time, and treasure
... and your unique position within the Greater Marist Community to
serve and to spark the rest of us. God bless! (7 Staffon Road, Fairhaven,
FROM BR. PATRICK LONG ('45): The past winter/spring was a lallapaloza!
Rain, floods, and mud slides all over the county. Thank God it's over
and we are dried out. Now we have fog in the morning and sun the rest
of the day; how nice'.
I got quite sick this winter with a bad back and a lung infection that
lasted more than two months. Now I have become the unofficial care giver
of Elizabeth who has helped me a lot over the years; she is failing
with emphysema and is on oxygen and nebulizers. I try to make her life
as comfortable and painless as possible.
On the homeless front, the good news is the opening of a forty bed
transitional house for clean and sober people. I was on the Citizen's
Committee for the Homeless when we decided to start the project some
ten years ago. It's been a long, hard struggle to get the land, the
money, and the staff. Presently the house has a staff of four with twenty
five residents. Counseling helps the residents get their lives together.
I have supplied tools and furniture; I hope to teach basic cooking and
In this small town of 60,000 people there is a pretty comprehensive
program for the homeless. I'm happy the Marist Brothers have been part
of it since the very start when St. Francis Catholic Soup Kitchen opened
in 1982. What a great adventure and service it has been. Thank you and
the Marist Brothers for the moral and financial support. Walk in beauty!
(328-B Union Street, Santa Cruz, California, 95060; 408-423-9687)
FROM RICK MUNDY ('63): I can't believe I am calling you Gus. What a
great equalizer age is! Pedestals, once conceived as concrete over time
... make sand. And sand settles and wears away (not down) and levels
all ... and statues talk and express and allow the younger viewers to
make another Jump in personal development and growth ... Thank God for
Aging ... (I think) ...
Quiet receivers of Marists All tend to be quiet receivers ... . but
once in a while ... they awaken! Thumb nail sketch to follow ...(From
enclosures: "Rick Mundy is a professional watercolorist specializing
in landscapes and points of interest on Long Island; he has also done
award-winning watercolor portrayals of nature in Adirondack landscapes,
Fire Island beach scenes, and Alaskan panoramas, as well as Manhattan
views from Chelsea rooftops") (8 Andre Drive, East Setaulet, New
FROM BILL REGER ('61): Even my slipping memory is suggesting that some
ten years have passed since my last submission to Marists All. Let me
attempt to address what is and has been going on.
I am living in wonderful West Virginia with Jan, my lovely bride of
two years. Yes, I rushed into matrimony at age 54. Why did I wait so
long? For two good reasons: one is that I had not met Jan; equally important
is that I just could not have married earlier. I am convinced that I
could not have made such a commitment earlier. I simply did not have
the emotional and spiritual maturity to commit to anything or anyone
any sooner. This issue is undoubtedly the same one that led me to separate
from the monks in 1969.
Life has been great, but I have not always been easy on life.I early
on learned irresponsible decision making. My values and coping skills
revolved around external phenomena, be it athletics (I've run my feet
into disrepair with too many marathons), academics (degrees in four
different disciplines), alcohol (I've been in recovery for 14 years),
or just frenetic activity-aholism. I've worked in several different
occupations including elementary and secondary education, sailing instruction,
West Virginia state politics, wellness, and now I am an assistant professor
in the school of medicine at West Virginia University.
Reflecting a similar experience to what I've read in Marists All, I
too went through periods of not wanting folks to know of my life as
a Marist and periods of even feeling unwelcome by the Marists. And I
went through approximately 15 years as an atheist and agnostic. My recovery
from alcoholism helped me again to recognize the presence of God in
my life. As the fog cleared, I had the realization that I was estranged
from myself. I was the one rejecting and feeling alone and rejected.
With a good dose of humility I have begun to appreciate my inner strength
and my deep relationships.
I attempt to stay in balance by practices aimed at increasing moment
to moment awareness. Meditation seems to be the main thread to link
peace and meaning to all I do and am. My wife and my personal and professional
work in holistic wellness reinforce my emotional and spiritual recovery.
I am on sabbatical during this fall semester as I attempt to compose
an "original" volume on holistic wellness that has evolved
out of a personal lifestyle management course that I've taught for the
past five years.
I love beingin touch with the present and past Marists, I am fortunate
to have Leonard V as a regular correspondent and occasional visitor.
Reggie Diss reappeared in my life the week before my wedding. The GMC
picnics at the Mount helped me to reconnect with former classmates and
colleagues. In West Virginia we are delighted to experience the remaissance
of the Marists. What a boon to the Wheeling community!
Give us a call or stop in if you are ever in or around West Virginia.
And thanks to all of you who have so enriched my life when I was a Marist
and now through your intrinsic goodness and gentle words in Marists
All. Aloha! (37 Era Street, Wheeling, West Virginia, 26003)
FROM SISTER VIRGINIA CONNORS, SSS: ... From late March through June
30th I was on the road. One of those trips took me to Mt. St. Alphonsus
at Esopus. Needless to say, I prayerfully drove down Route 9W to MARIST
and drove around the grounds imagining my novice brother Tom being at
the novitiate there in the mid 60s. I read each edition of Marists All
with much interest. (101 Silver Street, Waterville, Maine, 04901)
Great day; warm, but enough shade in the Mount Garth to be comfortable.
The happy blend of new and old faces attending seems to merit the continuation
of the fall picnic. There was no official check-in, but here is a list
from memory of those who attended:
ANNUAL GMC PICNIC: Great day; warm but enough shade in the Mount Garth
to be comfortable. The happy blend of new and old faces attending seems
to merit the continuation of the Fall picnic. There was no official
checkin, but here is a list from memory of those who attended:
Br. James Adams
Br. John Bantz
Br. Emil Michael Bernard
Br. Joe Belanger
Br. John Francis Colbert
Br. Victor Luizzo
Br. John Malich
Br. Charles Marcellin
Br. George Matthew
Br. Alphonse Matuga
Pat & Mary Ann Donaghy
Jack & Ann Duggan
Br. Simeon Gerald
Br. John Herrmann
Frank & Maureen Moran
Tom "Binsky" Murphy
Gus & Liz Nolan
Ludwig & Ursula Odierna
Adrian & Betty Perreault
Vince & Jane Poisella
Frank & Joanna Reilly
Br. Francis "Scotty" Hughes
David & Judy Kammer
William "Otto" Krueger
Br. Pat Lally
Marty & Ann Lang
Richard & Barbara LaPietra
Br. Godfrey Robertson
Br. Francis Ryan
Br. Victor Serna
Barney & Ann Sheridan
Br. Matthew Snowden
Gene & Pat Zirkel
Over the years at least 150 others have attended these annual picnics
... not counting the many Brothers who have been in and out of the New
York area and have attended. This tradition of annual gatherings began
in the early 70s in Esopus; It has had its day in Cold Springs, at several
state parks, and now for some time at the Mount. We are most grateful
to the Brothers of the Mount for welcoming this event and for participating
FROM GENE ZIRKEL ('53): I made contact with a former monk, Peter Lee
(or Ly) whom I knew from Molloy. Please add his name to your mailing
list and send him a spare copy of the last issue of Marists All. His
address is 10101 Homar Pond Drive, Fairfax Station, Virginia, 22039.
Peter left about 22 years ago and has had no contact with the monks
since then. His 14 year old daughter Christina is an ice skater and
recently competed in Manhattan at Chelsea Pier. Peter sends his regards
to Pat Lally. (Six Brancatelli, West Islip, N. Y. 11795-2502; email@example.com)
re: JOHN GONYA ('61) from Mr. LeRoy Thibeau:
I was John Gonya's best friend and I have come across a mailing that
you sent to John. As of September 20th, 1997, John passed away from
colon cancer. He was kept at home and comfortable till the end, If you
should need any other information, feel free to call or write at the
following address: LeRoy R. Thibeau, Jr., 74 Terrace Drive, Torrington,
Ct. 06790; 860-482-5704.
News of MARIST COLLEGE * 9-4-98 from
"Memorandum to the College Community" by Dennis Murray, President
This year we will undertake the most extensive construction program
in the history of our College. On our scenic 150-acre Riverfront campus
we will build a world-class library, a new faculty office and classroom
building, student residences, a waterfront park, and develop a 13-acre
arboretum. When these projects join our historic 19th century buildings,
the structures built by the Marist Brothers in the 1950s and 60s, and
our modern facilities, we will have our own academic village that reflects
the unique character of Marist.
The $20 million Library will be three times the size of the old Library.
It will be constructed of natural fieldstone and limestone in an architectural
style that will complement the Historic District buildings of Greystone,
St. Peter's, and Kieran Gate House. These three buildings (formerly
a carriage house, gardener's cottage, and gate house) were built circa
We are also planning a major renovation for the Chapel. The exterior
will be re-faced with natural fieldstone to match the library and nearby
Historic District buildings, There will be a new roof, new heating/air
conditioning, new carpeting, refinished pews, specially designed stained
glass windows. The Chapel is one of the most important structures on
campus. It was literally and figuratively built by the Marist Brothers.
Its renovation will preserve an important part of our heritage.
Plans to develop a waterfront park along our historic stretch of the
Hudson River have generated a great deal of excitement. The park will
include a walkway along the river, picnic areas, a scenic overlook with
a pavilion and interpretive displays, improved facilities for rowing
and other nonmotorized boating, a fishing pier, and hiking and biking
trails along the waterfront and north through the campus. This expanse
of river was once known as the "Rowing Capital of the World"
when Poughkeepsie hosted the Intercollegiate Rowing Association Regattas
from 1885-1949. These renowned races drew the nation's top collegiate
crews. Today the Cornell Boathouse, owned by Marist, is the only remaining
structure from the famous "Boathouse Row."
The acquisition of the former Way property, just north of Gartland
Commons, has added an attractive new dimension to our campus. The site
consists of 13 wooded acres with 800 feet of Hudson River frontage and
has a fieldstone and brick carriage house, We have decided to preserve
the wooded acreage, which sits high above the Hudson, as an arboretum.
The carriage house, built in 1881, is now known as St. Ann's Hermitage,
for short the Hermitage.Thus we recall the name given to the first parcel
of our campus purchased by the Marist Brothers in 1905. It is home to
the English and modern languages departments.
In June more than 15,000 people visited our campus for the Great Hudson
River Revival, sponsored by the Hudson River Sloop: Clearwater. This
environmental organization brought its 32nd annual environmental arts
and music festival to Marist after more than two decades in Westchester
County. All were impressed with our scenic location and the beauty of
our campus. Featured artist Judy Collins told the crowd at the Campus
Green, "Look at this setting! This is the most beautiful campus
in America?" Musicians, dance groups, puppeteers, and educational
exhibits entertained families. Coverage by the New York Times, WCBS
Newsradio, and other media highlighted Marist and our location along
the banks of the Hudson, allowing people unfamiliar with our campus
to learn more about Marist College and its programs.
Excerpts from BROTHERS ARE PEOPLE ... by Brother John F. Colbert,
Nowadays most religious communities have refreshments readily available,
but in the old days you had to have an imagination to get your hands
on liquor. In Tyngsboro Br. Leo Camille and Br. Bassus made their own
fine wine and liqueurs and you had to be pretty quick to capitalize
on rare fortuitous moments when the door to the wine cellar was left
unlocked. Berky, who always had a sharp eye for such occasions, would
dash into the wine cellar, grab a couple of bottles of cabernet sauvignon
(?), bolt out into the cellar hallway, and bury the precious wine at
the bottom of a box of clothing the novices had left hanging around.
Then he would tip me off (often in the sacred quiet of the chapel during
the noon visit) about the buried treasure, which I was quick to claim
when the coast was clear.
I would place my hands in beyond my deep cassock pockets so that I
could grab the bottles in my bare hands. Then I would hurry to the "Vatican"
(affectionate name for the little cottage on Tyng Road where some of
the Brothers had their rooms) to hide the contraband. However, nature
threw me a curve once when some unexpected visiting parents spotted
me and approached to greet me with a hand shake! They couldn't figure
out why I could only bow clumsily.
That story reminds me of the time John Bosco and I had a drink when
I had a room off the small dorm. I had used the deep pocket in my cassock
to smuggle an ice cube tray from the infirmary downstairs. After our
highball we went down for the Sunday visit to the Blessed Sacrament,
I pulled out my handkerchief to blow my nose and an ice cube fell out
into the middle aisle.
Brother Henry Charles was known to possess the uncanny gift of bi-location.
I often remarked that if I would see him looking out of two windows
at opposite ends of St. Joseph's Novitiate at the same time, I wouldn't
bat an eyelash. In fact, on one occasion Henry was leaving with his
niece and her newly married husband for New York. I waited, concealed
behind the pine trees around the circular driveway, to make sure that
I saw him actually leave the property. Then I dashed up to my little
room in the Vatican, grabbed a quart of Rupert Knickerbocker, and bolted
down to the barn to place the beer in the old milk cooler. As I passed
Bassus' little greenhouse, lo and behold, who comes out with a watering
can but the little white-haired one! Henry had gone but a short distance
down Tyng Road when he asked the newly weds to turn back; he had forgotten
to water some flowers.
Once in the dark on one of my frequent beer runs to the milk cooler,
out of nowhere came the gleaming rays from Hank's flashlight. I swung
my cape over my head and plunged into the tall grass. Another time,
having made the trip safely to the barn and placed a couple of bottles
of the precious liquid gold in the cooler, I suddenly froze when I heard
the sound of tinkling cowbells. The cows had been startled by Hank who
was down there to sneak a smoke in the dark concealment of the barn!
I remember asking Henry for permission to visit my mother on Mothers'
Day. The "iceberg" as Henry referred to himself in one of
his self-revelatory weaker moments, countered my request with: "I'm
afraid not, Brother; otherwise I would have to give permission to Br.
Aloysius, and Br. Bassus and Br. Anthony." All of whom were over
75 in age! One Brother, wishing to put a better slant on the way the
Brothers felt about Hank, once remarked: "You know, on the surface
Hank may seem cold, but deep down ... he has a heart of stone!"
(Editor: "Ti-Gris" is hovering over my shoulder, bilocating
here and in heaven; I think he's smiling!)
FROM JOE HORES ('49): Keep the newsletter going! Sorry to read of recent
deaths, Had Gerry Dever in class at St. Agnes. Clem Gerard is an old
beach friend from Mount St. Michael days.(700 Beach Drive, N.E. (#806),
St. Petersburg, Fl. 33701)
FROM BR. JOSEPH BELANGER ('43): I believe a book of biographies of
our Marist "saints" would be of significant inspirational
value. I propose to initiate this project. By "Marist" I mean
people connected with the Marist Fathers and Brothers (S.M.), with the
Marist Brothers of the Schools (F.M.S.), with the Marist Sisters (S.M.),
and with the Marist Missionary Sisters (S.M.S.M.).
By "connected with" I mean people having died members of
one of these four Marist congregations, or people having been members
for some time, or people having been alums or associates of Marist apostolates,
or people having been extraordinary benefactors of tsarist apostolates.
It would seem advisable to have a variety of worldwide exemplars: people
in high places and low, intellectual and less so, Eastern as well as
Western, South as well as North, young as well as old, etc. To be included
the "saint" must be deceased. Each biography should have an
average of 800 words.
I volunteer to be the general editor until better is found; I hope
to begin the collating as soon as possible. I would appreciate your
help with this project and with making the project known to all branches
of the Marist family. (Marist College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 12601-1387;
FROM JAMES CARGER ('64): I have read Marists All with relish for years
and have enjoyed hearing from and about so many friends and legends.
Thanks for all your work. (1010 Jorie Blvd. (Suite 356), Oak Brook,
II.. 60522; 630-990-5981)
EDITOR'S NOTE: We are grateful to an anonymous donor who has
covered the full cost of this issue of Marists All. Several years ago
another donor did the same. We are most grateful to these people, as
we are grateful to all who have helped us in any and every way with
the newsletter. We have a balance of $909, almost enough for the next
We need your help with material for the next issue by mid January,
preferably sooner? Would you, perhaps, have some anecdotes that you
could share with us? Could you suggest some fresh ideas? How do we get
to those who are clearly happy to receive the newsletter but are reluctant
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The 1999 Marist Institute
of Spirituality has been set for the following: