RETREAT WEEKEND (June 30 - July 2) by Larry Keogh
Marist College has agreed to be host for the retreat weekend that we
described in the last issue of this newsletter. From talks I've had
with the people at the college the prices are tentatively set: for one
person for the weekend the price would be $125, and that would include
your food and your room for two nights; for two people it would be $200.
Br. Donald Nugent has agreed to let us use the chapel in Esopus Saturday
evening after we visit the cemetery and there give witness about the
monks who have especially touched our lives. He has also offered St.
Paul Bay area for our picnic, after Mass.
Responses to our invitation have been very encouraging. So far thirty
people will be at Marist College in late June for what Jerry Cox has
already dubbed "The Gathering." Every month I meet with Dennis
and Hugh at Marist High, Chicago. We enjoy the hospitality of the monks,
and then work to firm up the program. We have come to realize that there
are more details to this than meets the eye!
We want to encourage you to join us for this prayerful reunion. It
is not too late to contact us. Because of time restraints, however,
we would like you to phone one of us and we'll add your name to the
list. Hugh 312-381-5343, Dennis 312-751-8219, Larry 815-838-1570.
I will be in Poughkeepsie in early June to finalize arrangements. Shortly
afterwards we will contact you by mail with the latest information.
FROM BR. KEN HOGAN ('64): Just a quick note to say how much I continue
to relish each issue of Marists All. Truly, the wisdom and depth of
feeling expressed by so many is touching! (26 Leeds Terrace, Lawrence,
FROM BILL (Joseph William) MURPHY ('40): Peace and joy. I got married
to Sandy Huber this past October. We're both doing nicely. Sandy joins
me in wishing goodness for all. (40 East Field Stone Circle #7, Oak
Creek, Wisconsin, 53154)
FROM BR. PATRICK McNAMARA ('75) Provincial: Enjoyed reading the last
copy of Marists All. Well done as always. Thanks for all you do for
us. (26 First Avenue, Pelham, New York, 10803)
FROM JEPTHA (Stephen Anthony) LANNING ('49): In June of 1993 I left
my teaching and administrative positions at Marist College after 29
years. At the same time my wife Joan, a former Daughter of Wisdom, retired
as Executive Director of the Mental Health Association in Duchess County
after 20 years. We had given much thought to these decisions, and both
of us agreed that it was time, as the saying goes, "to stop and
smell the roses."
Establishing a home in Southeast Florida had always been a cherished
goal for us. We had vacationed many times in the Deerfield Beach/Boca
Raton area. And Joan's parents had come down from Queens in the early
60's, so we came to know and love this section of the state. In July
1994 we were fortunate to sell our house in Poughkeepsie. Shortly after
that we found an apartment in Delray Beach in a friendly 25 unit condominium
called Coastal House, overlooking the Intercoastal Waterway just across
from the Atlantic Ocean.
Retirement living has certainly provided us with many new opportunities.
Joan has returned to occasional practice of pharmacy, a career she had
followed before working as a hospital administrator in the late 60's
and early 70's. I have worked for Marist's Office of Admissions during
the fall semesters of '93 and '94 visiting prep schools and private
academies in the Northeast. In the future I will do some college recruiting
in Florida and Georgia.
In both our condo and parish (St. Lucy's in nearby Highland Beach)
we are definitely "the kids." We have come to know and respect
many of our "seniors" who provide us with examples of successful
aging, while leading active, engaged life styles. Often enough, usually
on Sundays after Mass, Joan and I review the calendar and plan our schedule
for the coming week. It's a practice we have had over the years, somewhat
reminiscent of those Sunday morning community meetings.
Fast walking and exercise sessions have become part of our daily routine,
as has swimming. We just might get into golf. For me softball pitching
is no longer an option. And yet, it seems like only yesterday ...
Each morning we awake most grateful and thrilled for the gift of time.
Now freed from the demands of our former professional lives, we treasure
our time together: time to discuss an article in The Times, time to
read a new book, to see a play or movie, time to organize a dinner party
for newly found friends, time to plan future trips and travels. And,
best of all, time to dawdle, to hit the beach, to hang out, time to
check out that new mall, time to often reflect upon the past, present,
and future, and yes, time to try to become more recollected, more prayerful.
In memory, I return to those formative years in Esopus, Tyngsboro,
Poughkeepsie, and I think of those dear mentors who helped to shape
my life. I rejoice over friendships begun so many years ago, many of
which have remained constant and have deepened with time. What a full
and rewarding life: teaching at the Mount, graduate study at Catholic
University, service at Marist College. Little did I dream, when in the
spring of 1945 I decided to enroll at St. Agnes, that my existence would
be so entwined with Marist life. For me, as I grow older, prayers of
thanksgiving rise up more frequently. Well, what started out to be a
factual update has become quite personal. But, why not? After all, sharing
has always been an integral part of the Marist Spirit.
To one and all, much joy and happiness. If you get to our part of the
Sunshine State, don't hesitate to contact us. Joan and I would love
to have you visit with us in Delray Beach. (Coastal House #404, 2200
South Ocean Boulevard, Delray Beach, Florida, 33483; 407-276-9321)
FROM JACK (Timothy Joseph) CRAVEN ('48): I am making good on my promise
that I would forward a few words for use in your wonderful publication,
Marists All. Since your last issue, I had a delightful letter from Brother
Richard "Ziggie" Rancourt. It is amazing how a few pages of
paper can successfully roll back the years. Ziggie and I have common
childhood roots, growing up in Lawrence, Massachusetts, and attending
Central Catholic where we came under the influence of so many wonderfully
dedicated monks. As a result of Marists All, of Jimmy Kearney, Ziggie
Rancourt, and you Gus, I have been able to bridge the years which have
passed since 1969. Often in Marists All I have read former monks testifying
that they retain a feeling of belonging to the Marist organization.
I, too, am a member of that group which holds fast to a sense of belonging,
even though it is over 25 years since I was a member. I do thank God,
and His Blessed Mother, for all that the Marists gave me and I know
that any of the accomplishments I have had are a direct result of what
the monks did for me!
In 1969 I settled in Boise, Idaho, where I obtained a position as a
teacher of language arts at Boise High School. My immediate goal was
to certify as a school counselor, and I did so by returning to graduate
school to satisfy Idaho requirements. Much to my dismay, after two years
of teaching and an additional two as a counselor, I was asked to become
academic assistant principal at the school. This turn of events was
not a part of my plans, but I did agree to become assistant principal
on a short term basis if I would be guaranteed a return to my counselor's
role. Two years later the principal retired, and although I did not
apply for the position, a delegation of faculty members, along with
a number of people in the community, prevailed on me to apply. Thus,
four years after entering the district, I became principal of Boise
High School, a threeyear institution with a student population of 1650
and a staff of 92.
Often during the ten year period I served as principal, my thoughts
turned to the monks, and I thanked God for the wonderful training that
was given us by them. I do believe that the "love of work"
that was instilled in us set us apart from all other educators. I found
that the kind of commitment that was expected of us in the classroom,
on summer projects, and in the activities to which we were assigned,
enabled us to operate truly outstanding schools. The period of 1975-1985
saw a series of excellent assistants assigned to me. It is interesting
to note that each of them went on to become principals of other district
schools. One is now the principal of Idaho's only Catholic high school.
In 1985 I was asked to take the role of director of curriculum and
instruction for the district. I became responsible for a curriculum
staff of approximately 25 persons and for the instructional program
of the district's 32 elementary schools and 12 secondary schools enrolling
27,000 students. I continued as the director until November of 1994,
when a second major back surgery in eight months called a halt to 42
years of school work, 17 with the monks and 25 in public schools. However,
at 66 years of age my retirement years do not find me far from education,
as I currently serve as the chairperson for the Diocese of Boise's Educational
Advisory Council, as well as the chairperson for the school committee
of our parish elementary school. I have retained a close personal and
professional relationship with the principal of Bishop Kelly High School,
meet with him frequently, and occasionally conduct workshops for his
In my personal life I have been blessed with a wonderful marriage.
Three years after locating in Boise I became an instant father to five
children (ages 7-17) when I married an elementary principal who had
lost her husband to cancer some seven years previously. Joan and I both
retired on November 1, 1994. All of our children live in Boise; four
are married and have given us eight grandchildren. Our daughter and
three of the boys are solid, practicing Catholics. We lost one son to
another religion, but we pray! Our youngest child is Max. He is 29,
retarded, and a true gift from God. Max accompanies Joan and me to Mass
each week where he pays close attention to both of us, urging that we
sing and be vocal in our prayers. He is our prayer leader at home where
he, and he alone, recites the grace at meals.
Well, Gus, I have attempted to capture the last 25 years of my life
on these pages. I can honestly tell you that the efforts you and your
colleagues invest in publishing each issue of Marists A11 are deeply
appreciated. I suspect that I speak for many when I say that the "Spirit
of Champagnat " probably lives in the hearts and actions of most,
if not all, of us who are not formally Marists, but who had the rare
good fortune of coming under his influence as monks. I will continue
to look forward to the arrival of each issue of Marists All, and I will
read it with interest and pride. (3202 Wagon Wheel Road, Boise, Idaho,
FROM PETE SEDLEMEIR ('61): I want to thank you for the work you do
to get Marists All out to all of us, and I also want to let you know
that we have moved to the north country. Our new address is: 2 Pearson
Road, Preston Hollow, New York, 12469.
I was laid off from Unisys in December, and I was rather glad that
it happened. It was very difficult going to work each day to a half
empty building and wondering who was going to be laid off next. So many
lives have been greatly affected not only by defense cutbacks but also
by what I consider to be a large dose of corporate greed.
My wife Margaret and I have been building a house in Albany County
with a view toward retirement,Well, retirement didn't come, but the
move did nevertheless. We just got a buyer for our house in Mineola,
and my wife will be leaving her job as an alcoholism counselor shortly.
I have been looking for a job since December. I figured that with experience
as an engineer, teacher, and alcoholism counselor, I would be able to
get a job quickly. Not so! I know that God's time is not our time, but
I hope we get into sync quickly.
I hope to be able to resume ministry as deacon soon; the Albany diocese
has a policy that "transplants" into the diocese must wait
six months before becoming active. Sooo ... what I've done is volunteer
to work in St. Peter's Hospice program in the Catskill and Hudson area.
I will complete the training program tomorrow and hopefully be of service
shortly. The program relies heavily on volunteers to maintain services
to those who are terminally ill. I'm impressed with the caliber of the
staff and the volunteers.
I'm also nervous about entering this work. It forces one to examine
one's own feelings about dying, death, and surviving, but I know that
with God's help things will work out fine. (2 Pearson Road, Preston
Hollow, New York, 12469; 518-239-6282)
ZAIRE: BANDITS ATTACK BROTHERS' RESIDENCE: In early January armed
bandits invaded the Brothers' residence in Goma, stole cash and other
valuables, and damaged the house with their gunfire. The Brothers in
residence were unhurt physically but were shaken by the violence, coming
so close behind the terrible slayings in neighboring Rwanda last year
from April through November. (from FMS UPDATE, Rome, February 1995)
FROM HENRY (Robert Baptist) GOETZE ('44): It was spooky ... at least
that's, the way I felt when in recent times I began to receive and read
Marists All. Today's Marist Brother, the Mountletter, and the Marist
College Alumni News. All the names were coming out of the past ... after
thirty years. I tried to put faces with names, but the faces always
came out the way I remembered them from yesteryear, though the publications
showed what Father time does to all of us.
I went up to New York for a Mount class reunion, my 50th anniversary
of graduation. It was a remarkable experience. I met some of the Brothers
teaching now at the Mount, the most notable being Br. John Francis Colbert
whose finesse at the piano I had always admired. I'm looking forward
to more entries from his "Encyclopedia of Useless Knowledge."
My seven year stay in the Philippines is one of the unique experiences
I've gone through. Working with those "basic" people, I realized
how childlike and simple Catholicism can be, and that altered my own
relationship with God. And the religious community in the Philippine
schools was also very basic. I remember some of those fellow missionaries:
Joe Teston, Herman Edwin, Reginald Theodore, Denis Luizzo, and Regis.
Denis used to get packages of "stuff" on a regular basis.
However, he would not open the package right away. He would "sit
on it" for a few days and then open it. Now and then something
perishable would be in one of the packages, which added to the opening
ceremony drama. Br. Louis Omar, former provincial, spent some time in
the Philippines; he had a great sense of humor and was an excellent
card player. Br. Peter Leonard was a tough one to tie down in community.
His contacts with U.S. military personnel in the Philippines got him
many a ride on U.S. aircraft to different places in and OUT of the country.
When I got back to the States, I stayed at my brother's for several
months until a place could be found for me. Finally I was called to
Archbishop Molloy High, but without a teaching job. Then I was sent
to Aquinas High School in Augusta, which was another unique experience
since I had not taught American kids for eight or nine years.The five
or six years spent at Aquinas helped me to get back into the swing of
things. It was the 60's and a lot of "stuff" was going on
... change was in the air. And I elected for change. Gene Zirkel's reference
to being called to another vocation seems to sum up my decision, together
with some correspondence with Brother Paul Ambrose.
When the Marist Brothers and I separated in '65-'66, I moved about
and my mailing address didn't remain permanent. I rarely made contact
with any of the Brothers. There were occasional jaunts from the Atlanta
area to Augusta to visit the Brothers at Aquinas. I was particularly
friendly with Brother Richard (Gene Michel) who had been my tutor on
the golf course across from the school. Some of the other monks were
Brother Gilbert, Brother Alphonse, Br. Claude, and Brother Peter Louis.
I sometimes went with my wife, Cynthia, who knew some of those Brothers.
It was always a pleasure to drop in on them, Marist hospitality at its
best. Cynthia died of cancer in 1980. During one of our trips to Augusta,
we had a brief visit with Dr. Ed Cashin. John Nevin is another Georgian
whom I would like to contact.
I eventually settled in Marietta, Georgia, where I became a media specialist
in one of the Marietta City Schools, in fact in the same junior high
where Warren Richardson (Anthony Bernard, '40) taught. (You know that
Warren died about ten years ago?) Soon I became part time coordinator
of media services for the school system. That job helped me to influence
all the media specialists in my charge, as well as the teachers and
I feel that the Marist training and the Marist spirit stays with you
wherever you go and whatever you do. This feeling has been confirmed
by my reading the letters in Marists All. Some of the letters are challenging,
some informal, some very personal. What a variety of personalities and
different levels of success of the monks and ex monks. I enjoyed all
the correspondence ... spooky though it was reading the letters!
After my first wife died, I became more involved in activities at Transfiguration
Catholic Church. In fact, it was through that church community that
I met and married my present wife, Loralee. Her husband had also died
of cancer, and our spouses had known each other through ministering
to one another. The community figured that we were made for each other,
so they connived to get us together ... and we've been together for
almost fifteen years. We are very active in church activities and service
programs for the needy. We've also been involved in adult enrichment
in the parish.
In July of 1993 I had an angioplasty, which made me think about life
in general. Since I am also a borderline diabetic, I made the decision
to retire after 47 years of teaching. Loralee took a leave of absence
from teaching P.E. in an elementary school to keep an eye on me. She
went back to work this year, half-time, but plans to retire at the end
of this year. We are looking forward to her retirement so we can do
the things we would like when we want. Hopefully our retirement pension,
Social Security, and savings will keep us financially sound. In the
meantime, I'm trying to regain some of the weight I lost during my hospital
I read and re-read the last issues of Marists All, and believe me,
there was plenty of nostalgia! One memory I have of Brother Henry Charles
was on a winter day when all the roads were icy and we novices were
going to the main house for Mass. We were slipping and sliding on the
ice and we saw our Brother Master just zipping right by us (could he
walk on water, too?) Brother Henry was recuperating from a leg operation
and he used a cane for walking ... but this cane had a nail on the bottom!
When I took the habit, my father, who was a Presbyterian, met Brother
Henry who promptly showed my father to his wine cellar. The tasting
impressed my Dad quite a bit! I could sit here for hours and go over
the Marist experiences that I enjoyed and still treasure.
I really feel good about still being a member of the Marist family.
I enjoyed reading all the Marist publications that have come my way,
and I'm looking forward to future issues.
Loralee has read what I have written in the preceding paragraphs; the
following are her remarks: "The saying that Our Lord works in mysterious
ways is quite true. I've come to realize that He has a plan for each
and every one of us. Looking back, Henry, I'm sure, would never have
imagined himself as a "retired" Marist Brother, the husband
of two women (at different times, of course), and step-father to seven
children. I, a convert, did not realize that at the time of my conversion,
I would later depend strongly on the Catholic faith in accepting my
first husband's death and being open to the love and support of my Southern
Catholic community. The Lord has seen to it that Henry and I make a
life together and that we draw upon one another's faith. I wish to thank
the Marist community for its gentle and loving influence in Henry's
life and for the blessing of being a recipient of these qualities.Thank
you, Lord, for working in mysterious ways! God bless YA'LL (that's our
Southern accent you hear) withPEACE, LOVE, AND JOY. (1334 Shiloh Trail
E, Kennesaw, Ga. 30144; 404-422-9585.
DECEASED: Br.William Gleason ('30) died March 16th in Florida. For
many, many recent years he had taught at Roselle Catholic in New Jersey.
This year, however, he was at the Marist retirement community in Miami.
Francis Driscoll (Peter Raphael '37) died recently in Aiken, S. C.
Frank is a brother of Br. Luke Driscoll of the Augusta community and
of Brother Edmund Jude Driscoll, who died at the Mount July 5, 1981.
FROM JOHN V. SHEEHAN ('65): Ah, the letter I've been promising myself
I would write, for 30 issues now. I can't tell you, as so many others
have done quite eloquently, how much it means to me. It makes me sixteen
again, playing pool before night prayers in the Esopus Juniorate, raking
leaves ad nauseam, putting together zillions of ball-point pens, transforming
perfectly good lumber into sawdust, learning to sing, learning to pray,
learning to become a man.In the six years of Marist life, plus two at
St. Mary's, I did rub elbows and hearts with some of the finest people
I've ever met. How much I miss them hits me hard every time Marists
All arrives in the mailbox, and I mysteriously retreat to a far corner
of the house to rejoin them between the lines. Less consequential matters
just have to wait, So I just want you to know that. Junk mail it ain't!
My family is well, Dottie and I have been married twenty one years
now. Our son Tim is a junior at Ridgefield High School where I teach,
He's never been confortable with the idea of the two of us in the same
building, but I was there first.I get to pick on his friends in my chemistry
classes, and they repeat everything I say to him. We're just starting
the anguishing search for the Perfect College. He wants to go into electrical
I still want to be a fireman. Emily is in fifth grade, finally learning
her math facts, maintaining her place deep in my granite encrusted heart.
Dottie teaches middle school English in White Plains, where she deals
with the rich and the poor and struggles to teach them to write and
read with intelligence and pride. We're all trying to bring dignity
and meaning to our lives and to those we teach, try ing to do good quietly.
Or as quietly as an Irishman is able.
Whom do I still see? Ed McElroy lives in the same town and we chat
often. Fred Greifenstein and I speak often on the phone, and Pat Kielty
is coming to visit next week. I can't wait to see him. The telephone
just doesn't do it for me.
Our hearts go out to the Brothers and students and the displaced in
Kobe, so we've sent next month's beer money for the relief effort to
Sean Sammon (that young, earnest kid a year behind me in the Scholasticate).
Please don't spill it.
If there are any computer nuts out there who would like to chat on-line,
I'm starting a Marist Room on AOL each Thursday night from 8 to 10 Central
time. Mark your calendar. Jerry Worell has the right idea though, a
Marist BBS. P.S. My spell checker wants to change "Marist"
to "Marxist" Is this computer domestic or imported? (13 Sprucewood
Lane, Ridgefield, Ct, 06877; 203-431-9471)
FROM JACK TEVLIN ('66): All is well here in Arizona, Son Sean is now
15 and a student at Brophy Prep, a Jesuit school. Tom Reithman is on
the faculty there, and he's been keeping a close eye on Sean. It's a
small world! Looking forward to upcoming editions. Please note the new
address: (2214 North 11th Avenue, Phoenix, Arizona, 85007)
FROM LARRY (Lawrence Christopher) KEOGH ('54): When I decided to leave
the Brothers, it was after a journey that had lasted the twenty years
from 1951 to 1971. And thanks to the wisdom of my superiors, my journey,
after the training houses, took me all around the province of Poughkeepsie,
from the Mount to Dubois to St. Agnes to St, Joseph's in Trumbull and
finally out to Chicago and the postulancy and then to Marist High. During
those many years I experienced the same events that others have written
about, the memories of which still elicit silent smiles of recognition.
I have trouble always putting faces to names, but the events are real
nevertheless, and I realize how much they have contributed to the quality
of my life and still influence me. My Marist heritage, I find, is like
a time-release capsule which continues to enrich, direct, and color
so much of my life-style.
My life after the Brothers has been no less eventful. When I first
left, I traveled to Africa to study African history at the University
of Ghana. It was a marvelous experience. When I returned I married my
wife Jan and in rapid succession we had three sons (Steve, 21 - Chris,
20 - Dave, 17). They are all living at home and most days their presence
reminds us of God's blessing. In that regard, all through their growing
up years I have been sustained by the message I received in my time
in Marist training that a Brother was a person who could do just about
anything. So I just adapted the message to fit my circumstances, knowing
that Champagnat would still be there helping me as I struggled with
unruly bicycles on Christmas Eve, and prayed that he would still be
interceding as I tried to teach the boys how to ride a bicycle, a feat
that had escaped me since I had grown up in the middle of Manhattan
where a sure sign of parental abandonment was to provide a bicycle to
play on the busy streets of midtown.
I have worked at a community college for the past twenty-five years
with time out to get a PhD in Gerontology from the University of Michigan,
and most recently I acquired a Masters in Counseling Psychology, just
in case I get bored when I retire. Along the way I've been instrumental
in starting a college for senior citizens and acting as the director
of the program. Recently I've been working at the Adler School of Professional
Psychology, teaching doctoral students some courses in Gerontology.
Society is finally waking up to the needs of an ever expanding aging
My wife and I have taught CCD to eighth graders in our local parish,
and we have worked to set up shelters for the homeless. We've managed
to lose our share of socks to the little man who lives in everyone's
dryer; so that you don't think we aren't just as normal as each of you,
let me say that we have had our share of arguments; and the dog still
runs away, TV controls are still a mystery, and I will organize my office
one of these days! So if you're ever out in Illinois and want to drop
in on a very typical family, just call in advance so that I can be sure
someone hasn't finished the last of the milk! And thanks to Marcellin
Champagnat for starting an order that's made a major contribution to
my life and to my family as well. (17125 West 145th St., Lockport, Il.
EDITORS' NOTE: We expect to mail our next issue in mid August.
We hope to have something to share with friends who receive this newsletter.
May we count on you to send some news. Please write early, soon! Mail
to Gus Nolan, Marist College, Poughkeepsie, New York, 12601; or to David
Kammer, (June, July, August only) Rural Route 2, Box 3300, Oakland,
LATE NEWS: Br. Leo Richard Morris ('52) died unexpectedly in
his sleep May 13th. He was in his mid-sixties. A graduate of Central
Catholic, Lawrence, Leo had been with the Molloy community, Jamaica,
L. I., for at least 22 years.