RE: BR. RENE ROY ('60) in RWANDA
(The following letter was written to the Brothers of the province and
forwarded by Br. Michael "Mickey" Bernard with the note: "I
thought that many Marists All people would like reading Rene's notes
on the situation in Rwanda. Because the situation with mails in that
country are deplorable, I plan to send a monetary draft from a U.S.
bank to his bank in Rwanda. So far I have collected $55.")
RENE'S SECOND LETTER TO THE BROTHERS October 31, 1995: Freres Maristes,
Ecole des Sciences de Byiamana B.P. 80, Gitarama, Rwanda, Africa
Dear Brothers, Greetings from Byiamana (Beemahnah) where I am daily
having my eyes and ears opened to the cry of the poor. I have never
seen anything like it. It's not Mother Teresa's Calcutta, but it surely
beats what I saw on the Indian reservation in Pine Ridge, South Dakota.
The recent burial of our three Brothers who taught here and were slaughtered
just a football field from where I am writing was a somber reminder
of "Les Evenements" that have made for so much disruption
to this country, and have precipitated my being here as part of the
reconstruction. Two Brothers from Spain and one from Columbia are on
their way. Belgium has contributed generously in money and expertise;
a former treasurer has been here for a month putting district finances
on computer and teaching local treasurers the new system.
In my first letter I gave some idea of conditions here, but worse is
the condition of the school. Insufficient, outdated textbooks, no teaching
material except chalk, only a Gestetner for duplicating exams but not
enough paper for hand-outs, no science equipment in science labs. As
for extra-curriculars, there is one good basketball for 800 kids, one
vollyball, two soccer balls. There are four outdoor courts, but only
two can be used. The kids have no playing shoes; they do the best they
can in thongs or go barefoot. They have two meatless meals a day and
are thinner than any kid should be. They are often sick for days at
a time. When I think of even minimal good standards, I just say, this
shouldn't be. This doesn't have to be.
I am aware of the generosity of Americans when they know of a need.
I am aware of Marist generosity: Liberia, more recently Kobe. Well,
I'm asking you to add Rwanda to your list, and I am appealing to you
to support my comb-the-closets campaign. I am asking you to comb the
community and personal coffers if there be any.
It did take some doing on my part, as some of you know, to let go not
only of my vocation work and the people involved therein, but also to
let go of a lot of "precious memoribilia" I had gathered over
the years. I am now living very, very simply. I invite you to be in
solidarity with me by digging deeply not only into your surplus, but
also into your substance. Brothers, the community here is living far
below our American standards, but we are better off than the students
and the local people. That leaves room for some pork-cutting. May I,
without condemning, offer a few suggestions: Are there some items in
our budget that we could put off for another year, like furniture replacement,
etc. Is there some sacrifice I can make out of my personal money, i.e.
skip that movie occasionally and save money for Rwanda? Do we need to
have every kind of hard and soft drink at our disposal every day? Can
we go without meat one evening and send the accumulated difference at
the end of a month to the students who never have meat in this school?
Instead of the community gift exchange this Christmas, could we not
use that money for the needs of these children?
I think of the gospel story of the multiplication of the loaves and
fishes. "Jesus, seeing the crowds, took pity on them and asked
the disciples: where can we buy food that these may eat?" Are we
not called to help? I know the goodness in the hearts of every Marist,
and I know that you will respond with compassion and generosity. In
so doing you will find a personal happiness that will refresh you and
will add to the vitality of your community life as you discuss this
and come up with a viable way to help. I will keep you informed of events
by letter and eventually by picture. Sincerely, Rene. (Br. E. Michael
Bernard, Marist Brothers, Box 197, Esopus, N. Y. 12429)
Br. Joseph Cerin Balet, 4300 Murdock Avenue, Bronx, N. Y. 10466
Br. Henry Joseph Ruiz, 2790 S.W. 89th Avenue, Miami, Fl. 33165
Br. Valerian Doiron, 4300 Murdock Avenue, Bronx, N. Y. 10466
Br. Philip Gilbert, Nevins Nursing Home, Lawrence, Ma. 01843
Br. Daniel Andrew Kopecki, 8230 S.W. 136th Street, Miami, Fl. 33156
Br. M. Oswald Ouellette, 4200 West 115th Street, Chicago, Il. 60655
Br. Dennis Buckley, 4300 Murdock Avenue, Bronx, N. Y. 10466
Br. Bernard Curtin, One Raritan Road, Roselle, N. J. 07203
Br. Francis Hughes, 4300 Murdock Avenue, Bronx, N. Y. 10466
Br. Chanel Lambert, 8616 Shell Drive #253, Tampa, Fl. 33615
Br. Rafael Martin, 3300 S.W. 87th Avenue, Miami, Fl. 33165
Br. Alphonse Matuga, 51 Clapham Avenue, Manhasset, N. Y. 11030
Br. Godfrey Robertson, 4300 Murdock Avenue, Bronx, N. Y. 10466
Br. Raymond Albert, One Raritan Road, Roselle, N. J. 07203
Br. John Alexis, 33-53 Manton Street, Jamaica, N. Y. 11435
Br. James Dixon, 105 St. Joseph's Drive, Brownsville. Tx. 78520
Br. Raymond Bereicua, Suma-ku, Kobe 654, Japan
FROM BILL KARGES ('62): Once again let me say how much I have enjoyed
the newsletter and the updates on the Marist family. Due to the declining
health of both of my parents, particularly my mother, I have relocated
to the South in order to help out a bit more. I'm now the Assistant
Headmaster and Dean of Students at the Gaston Day School. Keep the good
news coming to ... (1631 Hudson Boulevard, Gastonia, North Carolina,
FROM GENE (Louis Francis) ZIRKEL ('53): I was truly disappointed because
I was unable to attend the Mount picnic this year. I had it marked on
my calendar all year long, but unfortunately something came up. I have
already marked September 14, 1996! Spread the faith, (Six Brancatelli,
West Islip, New York, 11795-2501; 516-669-0273)
FROM BRIAN O'REILLY ('67): In case any of you Marist folks ever wonder
... after years of getting up early in the morning, praying a lot, and
heading off to the classroom to face a lot of wish-I-were-elsewhere
students ... whether you are making much of a difference in people's
lives, I will tell you: Yes, you are! In my case, two of you did. I
should have written this letter years ago.
I was a dreadful student at St. Mary's in Manhasset. At the end of
my freshman year I was flunking two subjects (math for sure, I forget
the other) and had grades in the mid-sixties in two others. I did well
in biology because I liked the teacher, Brother Thomas Joseph (I think
his last name was O'Donnell, but of course we students weren't privy
to such secrets). Tee-Jay as he was known, assumed that I was doing
well in all my subjects. He liked me, he teased me in class, he called
me Smiley O'Reilly, a name that stuck with other students.
And then one day, with about two weeks of school remaining, he came
over to my desk, grabbed me hard on the muscle that runs from the neck
to the shoulder, and almost literally carried me to the back of the
classroom, held aloft by that shoulder muscle.There he delivered the
most dreadfully serious exhortation to do better. It wasn't a canned
speech. He was truly amazed and dismayed when he learned that I was
screwing up so badly. "If you don't live up to what you are capable
of next year, I will personally come and beat the s --out of you!"
he said. I was so surprised at his choice of word that I knew he meant
business. My neck and shoulder were in so much pain that I had no doubtthat
he would and could fulfill his threat. But what came through more than
anything was how much he cared about me and how much he wanted me to
do well. (Be careful about using this technique yourselves today; it
could easily backfire.)
Needless to say, I got my act together. By some miracle those two flunking
grades were goosed up to a 65, so I passed freshman year. By sophomore
year I had an average in the low 80's, and I was an honors student by
senior year.I have never thanked TJ for all he did, but he really changed
my life. (Please do tell him if you know him, or tell me where he is.)
I was so impressed that I decided to join the Marists, and I spent a
verv enriching two years at Esopus and a half year in Poughkeepsie before
heading off to Fordham and then to graduate school at Princeton.
While I was at Esopus, another bit of serendipity occurred. Gus Nolan
(editor of this esteemed publication) was teaching a writing course,
and assigned us to do some non-fiction. For some reason I decided to
pretend I was a newspaper reporter, and filed a story about a fire (even
typed the story out in narrow newspaper-like columns). Gus was impressed,
and I liked the idea of being a journalist. I think I got a B in his
Years later, after graduating from Fordham I was driving a Greyhound
bus in San Francisco and wondering what career to pursue. Woodward and
Bernstein were beating up on Nixon and Watergate. Presto! I wanted to
be a reporter again! Could I do it? Well, Gus Nolan liked my first story.
I told myself, so I decided to pursue it. In '73 or so I got on a weekly
paper in South San Francisco. After a year I moved back East (my wife-to-be
got a job offer, so I went with her) and landed at the Trentonian, a
tabloid in New Jersey. After two years I got hired at the New Jersey
Magazine in Princeton, later won a journalism fellowship to study economics
at the Woodrow Wilson School at Princeton, and then went on to Fortune
magazine where I am currently a senior writer and member of the editorial
I have the best job in the whole world at Fortune; I get to pursue
a lot of different topics, talk to interesting people, and travel. That
makes up for the horror of writing. In case any of you has forgotten
for an instant, writing is awfully hard work. There is a joke in this
business: If you enjoy writing, you probably aren't very good at it.
Nowadays, I'm living in Fair Haven, New Jersey, about 50 miles south
of New York, rather near Sandy Hook. My wife Gail is almost an architect,
and deeply involved in revitalizing Red Bank, a neighboring town. I
have three kids: Paul, 14 (future Knick ); Brendan, 10 (future physicist,
banker, historian, engineer); and Mary, 6 (future beauty queen + benevolent
I've run into a few ex-Marists in my travels. John Rogener is at Citibank,
and has been quite insightful and helpful on human resource issues.
I was in South Bend doing an offbeat story on AM General, the company
that makes those oversized jeeps called Humvees or Hummers, and there
looked up George Howard. He is head of the psychology department at
Notre Dame (whew!).George, like me, has put on a pound or two, added
a few grey hairs and lost a lot of brown ones. I took a second to adjust,
but after two minutes the old George popped through. I felt I was back
at Esopus with George, debating and laughing a lot. I still see Mark
Moran occasionally, He is working at the World Trade Center and seems
to be doing okay. He still has about the wryest, driest sense of humor
of anyone I know. I take my kids camping up in the Catskills every year
and sometimes stop in at Esopus. This year, alas, I didn't see anybody
I knew, and was viewed with suspicion by some monk who appeared concerned
that I might be the estranged parent of kids on retreat and there to
kidnap them. So instead of shooting hoops with my kids at the gym, we
drove down to the old coal docks and skipped stones for hours. Aside
from my brief time as kidnapper-suspect, it was very pleasant.
I'm sorry to see that relatively few people of my generation (I'm 47)
have stayed in the monkhood, but awfully impressed with the guys who
remained. Fascinated to read about the fellow who went through the earthquake
in Kobe, and the one who had to endure that brain surgery. All I can
say is, hang in there, guys. I don't know what I'd be doing these days
without you. Powerful, mysterious forces are at work with you, if my
experience is any indication. Thanks, Gus, for nudging me into journalism
and keeping Marists All alive. (70 Hance Road, Fair Haven, N. J. 07704;
FROM RAY (Paul Wilfrid) BLANCHARD ('47): What a pleasant surprise when
we picked up our mail after four months of travel in the Pacific Northwest
and the Canadian Rockies to find two issues of Marists All. Love to
see what everyone is doing. Had decided to write immediately, but had
to get things ship-shaped on the property before winter. Haven't yet
gotten caught up, really!.
We have been retired for five years. We are now trying to set up some
work for Habitat for Humanity in Florida for the months of January and
February. Having a bit of trouble finding RV spaces close to the work
sites, the Homestead and Miami areas. Hope things will pan out. Nevertheless,
we'll be going there, at least just to get away from bad weather.
To keep busy on our way we do a bit of water-coloring (Rosemarie) and
carving (me). She is getting very good.As for me??? I've been helping
out at the local acute care home. Every week when I come home I thank
the Lord for my health. There are residents there younger than i, and
in very bad shape...and some are all alone!
That's it from this planet. Anyone coming this way is welcomed to stop
at Mars. Let us know so that we can park our flying saucer out of the
way. Keep up the good work. (25 Brickyard Road, Mars, Pa, 16046)
FROM RUSS (Ralph Anthony) THERRIAULT ('59): It has been a pleasure
receiving and reading the epistles in each issue of Marists All. After
each reading I ask myself why I haven't as yet contributed and I always
have some reasonable but lame excuse. This afternoon, however, the phone
rang and I received some prodding from a former master of novices, so
here I am. In 1962 I was assigned to the Wheeling community. Br. Jude
Driscoll was boss and Br. George St. George was assistant. Others there
that year were Pius Joseph and William Chanel. Joining the community
over the three years I was in Wheeling were John Reynolds, Phil Hannigan,
Tom Moore, and Tom Mulhern. The summer of '65 I drove with John Reynolds
from Wheeling via the Notre Dame campus to teach summer school in Chicago.
During the annual retreat that year I decided to leave. It was a difficult
decision but I believe the right one.
I joined the Marine Corps and reported to Parris Island. Upon completing
boot camp there I proceeded to Quantico for OCS and a second boot camp.With
Vietnam in full swing the Corps needed aviators and NFO's. I volunteered
and was sent to Pensacola Naval Station for pre-flight training. There
I met Shirley, my wife to be. We wed on October 8th, 1966, and have
been together through thick and thin since.
I reported to my first duty station at Cherry Point, North Carolina,
in May of 1967. I was assigned to a reconnaissance squadron (photo and
electronic) and started OJT in the RF-4 and later in the F-10 and the
EA-6. On my first night flight at 4 a.m. the pilot hit trees on take
off. There was a cockpit fire, and I received third degree burns on
my hands. The pilot's face was severely burned. We both ejected successfully
even though we were outside the safety envelope of the seats. (Short
prayer before ejecting: Lord, take care of my wife and unborn child).
On a later training flight in an RF 1, I had to eject a second time,
this time due to a mid-air collision at 20,000 feet. Both pilot and
I got out safely. Sure takes a long time to get down to sea level; gives
you a lot of time to think about what's going on in your life.
Went to Danang in March of '69. Much to my surprise I bumped into Phil
Hannigan of the Air Force. Returned to the States in March of 1970.
On a visit to D.C., made contact with John O'Connell in Bowie, Maryland.
Left the Corps in March of 1971 and was fortunate to obtain a teaching
position in Escambia County, Florida. I've been teaching 8th grade math
and Algebra I there ever since.
Shirley and I have three children, two boys and a girl. Our R. Joseph
is a graduate of Tulane and is a pilot in the Navy. He is stationed
at South Weymouth and lives with his wife Sarah in Milton, Mass. Richard
graduated from Florida State and is working as a psych tech at Queen's
Hospital in Hawaii. Kerri Michelle has a teaching degree from the University
of Florida and is living in Bloomfield, Colorado, with her husband Tim.
She teaches the fourth grade and is working toward a master's at the
University of Colorado. I taught in the local CCD program while our
kids were attending.
Through Marists All I learned that Dan Hanley lives just a few miles
from us.He and his family have been over a few times. At the time of
my first contact with Dan, I was recuperating from a five-month hospital
stay. That was due to a gall bladder that burst on me, resulting in
septic shock and pancreatitis. Many a prayer was said for this soul,
and I'm most thankful for all of them. I heard from Arthur Bedard and
John Reynolds during my recuperation.
My last direct contact with Marists was in 1981 when Columbus of Miami
came up here for the state football championship. I spoke to a few young
monks after the game and tried to see Br. Edmund Sheehan, but he was
in the locker room with the players. I look forward to the next issue.
Sincerely in JMJ! (814 Fleming Way, Pensacola, Florida, 32514-9709)
FROM BOB BUCKLEY ('66): Thank you again for your work in sharing another
wonderfilled issue of the newsletter. The power of Marists All is amazing.
It is always with a sense of joy that I read and feel our Marist connection.
The November issue took me back to some of my earliest inspiration of
the Marist way. As I came across the note from Don Edwards (Christopher
Matthew), I recalled that my freshman year at St. Helena High was his
first year teaching at that school. Imperceptibly he became one of the
first monks to intrigue me concerning what these Brothers were all about.
Along my sojourn at St. Helena's, I was also touched by "Archie"
(Br. Stephen Lawrence), "Bio Bill" (Br. William Paul), Jerry
Cox (Br. Stephen Luke), Denis Murphy (Br. Denis Richard), Br. Ronald
Marcellin, Chris Maura, and Declan Claude to mention a few. I am grateful
for the seeds that were planted in the Bronx.
I also vividly recall that sunny Saturday morning when I met Br. Christopher
Maura and Br. Declan for my first drive to Esopus.The blue and white
MARIST BROTHERS sign at the property gate was a reality check. I remember
asking myself: What have you done now, Bob?" The answer now is
-- one of the best things ever!
An array of blessings has come our way since I.wrote last. Lesley and
I celebrated our twenty-fifth anniversary last August. As some know,
our relationship has been founded in the Marist tradition: Les was a
Marist Missionary Sister and we were married by Emile Guilmette, S.M.,
former chaplain at Marist College. Our elder daughter Robin is a Marist
alum, and she is engaged to a Marist grad. Robin is in her second year
of a PhD program in psychology at Hofstra University, and her sister
Holly will complete her masters in graphic design at Pratt Institute
next May. Les continues to nurse at Hartford Hospital. She works on
trauma and acute rehab units, a type of before and after program. She
has an amazing gift with people.
After teaching for nine years at Hartford Public High School, I recently
made a change t o Shepaug Valley School in Washington, Ct. At Shepaug
I am teaching English and chairing the middle/high school language arts
and foreign language departments. It is a small school, but its vision
is large. I will be working to integrate the curricula into a humanities
study over the next three to five years. I would be very grateful to
share ideas about similar programs in which some might be working or
One of the benefits I have gained in my new odyssey is a sixty minute
drive to and from my school. The commute has afforded me a "prayer
corridor" along 1-691. Thus, I renew the benefits of the many quiet
walks during morning meditation at Esopus. (54 Ferncrest Dr., East Hartford,
Ct. 06118; 860-569-2832; E: RBUCKl0027@AOL)
Br. Vito Aresto
Br. Joseph Herrera
Br. John Klein
Br. James Redunski
Br. Sean Sammon
Br. Richard Sharpe
Br. Robert Warren
Br. Michael Brady
Br. Donald Kelly
Br. Joseph McAlister
Br. James McKnight
Br. Felix Anthony
Br. Brendan Brennan
Br. Thomas Coyne
Br. Stephen Kappes
Br. Vincent Moriarty
Br. Luke Pearson
Br. Denis Caverley
Br. Gregory dela Noy
Br. Vincent J. Doughty
Br. Timothy McManus
Br. Declan C. Murray
Br. Albert Phillipp
Br. Iuke Reddington
Br. Louis Richard
Br. Robert Ryan
Br. Richard Ryder
Br. Martin Thomas
Br. Julio Vitores
Br. Vincent Xavier
FROM PAT (Patrick Stephen) GALLAGHER ( '53): I just received the latest
issue of Marists All, and despite the fact that there are a myriad number
of things that I have to attend to before leaving on my weekly flight
to somewhere in the country to conduct police training, I just have
to express some of the thoughts that come to mind.
The most moving part of the issue was the list of names of those buried
in Esopus. With a highlighter I went over the list, puzzling over a
few names, but remembering almost all of them. Then, savoring each name,
I thought of the most vivid experiences I shared with each person, as
instructors, as fellow novices or scholastics, as bosses, as workers,
and as brothers. What a wealth of good memories!
Donald Mulcare's description of the old novitiate was very accurate
based on my remembrance of my last tour there a couple of years ago.
It was moving to relive the days of old in the chapel. Don mentions
"an iron rod from quarry days remains fixed in a granite socket."
During my novitiate in '52-'54, working with Brother John Berchmans,
we drained the quarry, removed the massive boulders strewing the swimming
area, and then built rock walls along the sides. The second "crane"
that we built to move the stones set on that rod. Pius never found out
that the first "crane" fell over. Luckily no one was killed!
Marty Lang's piece reminded me of the early work on the LaPorte experiment
in 1967 ... and the long years it has been since I've seen him. And
there was "Padre" Sears. I picked up my phone and called him.
He has the most intimidating answering machine message I have ever heard.
It's worth calling just to hear him, as he tries to scare off those
who constantly think he can fix their air-conditioner.
This summer Mary and I were going up to a workshop near Rhinebeck,
and we stopped at the college on a hot July afternoon. At the gate house
we had a chance to talk with Brother Paul and to hear him talk with
the same enthusiasm about the work of the Marists and the involvement
he, at 82, still has. As always it was an inspiration. Joe Bell walked
in, and I mentioned that for the next week I was going to be singing
some Gregorian at a workshop run by Catherine laMee, who wrote the book
to accompany "Chant." I mentioned that for years I have been
trying to get a Liber. Joe was able to scrounge up a copy for
me. The workshop brought back so many fond memories of choir practice
under Brothers Edmund, John Francis, and Adrian.
I never cease to be amazed at the richness of the Marist experience,
one that continues to feed, encourage, and uplift me years after I formally
shed the cassock. Sure, I have a lot of mental pictures of Marist days,
but the only tangible reminder is profession cross. Yet, among the intangibles
I hold the example of men fully committed to causes, men who decades
later maintain an enthusiasm for fighting the good fight, remaining
staunchly committed to the good cause, raising good families, and standing
far above the ordinary level of life., I get turned on by the solid
values so evident in all they are doing, and I pride myself at being
associated with that tradition and at having marched shoulder to shoulder
with them. I salute them all for all they have meant and still mean
Today in the Blue Ridge Mountains it is pouring; the fog nestles in
the valleys just below the house. It's a perfect day for staying indoors
by a fire, for quiet time, for writing. That it will be. We again invite
Marists All readers to stop by the Wild Goose Inn pershed on our mountainside,
(P.O. Box 60, Indian Valley, Virginia, 24105; 540-789-4056)
FROM BR. MICHAEL BERNARD ('29): As a supplement to the mortuary list
in the last issue, I suggest that a list of Marist Brothers not buried
in Esopus would interest many readers of Marists All. (For now we list
those who have died since the opening of the Esopus cemetery but buried
Andre Celestin Leon
1955 at 68 (France) 1969
at 83 (France) 1986
at 74 (Philippines)
Joseph Ambroise Joseph
1957 at 71 (France) 1970
at 37 (Japan) 1986
at 76 (Texas)
Roger Maurice Paul
Stratonic A.G. Raphael
1957 at 16 (Canada) 1970
at 78 (Canada) 1987
at 93 (Japan)
1958 at 78 (France) 1972
at 82 (Mexico) 1987
at 83 (Spain)
John Philibert James
Theodore 1958 at 71 (France) 1973
at 60 (Mexico) 1988
at 62 (Philippines)
Francois Dorotheus Thomas
Austin A.G. Peter
1961 at 78 (France) 1974
at 76 (Japan) 1990
X. Creegan Bruce
1963 at 77 (France) 1978
at 56 (Philippines) 1990
at 41 (Lawrence)
Leon Bernadin William
1964 at 84 (France) 1982
at 66 (Texas) 1991
at 74 (Philippines)
Louis Fulgence William
1967 at 80 (France) 1984
at 80 (Texas) 1992
at 71 (Philippines)
1968 at 82 (France) 1985
at 75 (Texas) 1992
at 60 (Texas)
Louis C. Fojouczyk Michael
1969 at 76 (Japan) 1985
at 93 Texas) 1995
at 70 (New York)
Joseph Saez John
1969 at 83 Texas) 1985
at 53 (Philippines)
RE: WILLIE (Hugh Arthur) NOEL ('31):
November 12, 1995. This is to let you know that Willie Noel passed
away on May 19th of this year. He was Brother Hugh Arthur Noel. He had
been sick for about three years. He had suffered from a few strokes
and spent about two years in a nursing home. We had a wonderful marriage
of 22 years.Willie was a wonderful husband and friend. It has been very
hard for me these past few months. Please notify the authorities of
the Marist Brothers. I enjoy reading Marists All and would like to continue
receiving it. Please pray for Willie and keep me in your prayer. (Marie
Noel, 5337 North Delphia Avenue, Chicago, Illinois, 60656)
FROM HELEN TOBIN: Thank you for putting the notice of Pat's death in
the last issue of Marists All. Thanks, too, for the chart of the deceased
Brothers buried in Esopus. I knew many of them personally and many I
knew from the stories Pat was fond of telling about them. We visited
the cemetery on several occasions. Pat liked to go there and pray for
all the men who had influenced his life for 28 years.
Pat eagerly awaited each issue of Marists All. He particularly enjoyed
reading about the accomplishments of his former students. I hope you
get a lot of letters so that we can receive many more issues of the
newsletter. (3 Brookwood Road, Tomaco, New Jersey, 07082)
FROM BR. HUGH TURLEY ('54): Many thanks for all. you do with Marists
All. It has become quite significant to the Brothers, past and present.
I'm glad I attended the GMC retreat weekend (6-30 to 7-2) in Poughkeepsie,
Larry Keogh conceived of the retreat two years ago; it was worth waiting
for. I liked how Larry, Len Voegtle, and Pat McNamara led the group.
The liturgy and prayers by Peter Ostrowski and Dennis Dunne I found
both reminiscent and inspiring, a combination I liked.
I was impressed by the depth of feelings and the spirituality expressed.
It was good to be there, to talk of things spiritual, and to listen
to others who came from the same Marist background as I. It never ceases
to amaze me how quickly we can get back on track with each other when
I'm not sure just what Larry Keogh, Dennis Dunne, and I will be doing
about another GMC retreat. Larry has received a number of favorable
evaluations, but we haven't had a chance to go over them in detail yet.
Dennis Dunne is presently suffering a chronic blood disorder that is
occupying his attention and making him very tired. I'll keep you posted,
(4300 West 115th Street, Chicago, I1. 60655-4397; 312-881-5343)
FROM ED (Edward Lawrence) CASHIN ('46): Allow me the privilege of getting
in on your good work; I almost said, your apostolate!
Mary Ann and I are going to the south of France in December, and we
plan to visit Champagnat country. I will retire after 27 years as chair
of the history department at Augusta College, and I will start an Augusta
College Center for the study of Georgia history. Mary Ann has not decided
on retirement yet.
Your list of Brothers buried in Esopus was moving, so many friends.Keep
up thegood work. (3412 Woodstone Place, Augusta, Georgia, 30909)
Br. RENE ROY'S FIRST LETTER FROM RWANDA (October 9, 1995)
After a marvelous blessing and send off at the Mount and another blessing
at the Generalate in Rome by Brother Benito himself, I was fortified
for the eleven hour flight and for adjustment to a new country, culture,
and challenge. The infrastructure of Rwanda still suffers from "Les
Evenements." It will be a long time before the roads, flattened
homes and businesses, bullet-holed office buildings, smashed traffic
lights, windowless and roofless houses, and overgrown fields can be
repaired or restored. There are soldiers everywhere and barracades before
all towns where more soldiers, boys really, question and inspect. These
outward signs no doubt symbolize what the emotions and psyche of the
people must be underneath their friendly, warm smiles and handshakes.
Because the whole country is like the hills of West Virginia, the main
highway, a potholed two-laner with no marking lines and only an occasional
sign marked "virages dangereux," is a curvy nightmare. Of
the four million people remaining alive in Rwanda it seems that daily
at least two million of them are walking barefooted along these highway
invitations to sudden death, the women balancing hugh baskets or sacks
of sweet potatoes on their heads and at times having a baby tucked somehow
into the small of their backs. The other two million are either working
in the fields, wielding their long hoes, or they are buying and selling
at roadside markets. I can't imagine where we are to fit another two
million refugees who are to return by January 1st.
The school here in Byimana suffered severe damage during its occupation
by the military who kicked in doors, broke windows, and ran off with
the contents. All books, typewriters, and even chalk were stolen. The
Brothers' residence was even stripped of its beds, chairs, and refrigerator.
There is enough to eat and it is good. Main meal at lunch: brothy soup,
potatoes, small portion of beef in sauce, vegetable, fruit. Supper is
a repeat of lunch. Compared with the.local people we are living like
The other Marist communities are an hour south of here in Butare, Save,
and Rwanbuye. Before the war the Brothers also ran schools in Mururu
and in Musanze.The school in Mururu was totally demolished, and the
monks had to withdraw from Musanze due to damage and to fewer numbers.
In my second letter I will deal with the school.(Frdres Maristes B.P.
80, Gitarama Rwanda)
On Saturday, December 12th, BROTHER MATTHEW M. CALLANAN ('50) died
at the Marist retirement home in Miami. Matt had served thirty years
in Kobe and Kumamoto, Japan. last summer he became sick with renal cancer
while studying toward hospital chaplaincy in California. May he rest
On Monday, January 8, 1996, BROTHER PETER LEONARD ('32) died at Mt.St.
Michael in the Bronx. He was seventy nine years of age. Pete Leonard
served many years in the Marist Missions. A classmate, Bro. Paul Ambrose,
gave the eulogy,at the Mass of Resurrection at the Mount on Jan. 11.
Late News. Bro. Sean Sammon, V.G. announed the death of Rev.
Bro. Basilio Ruede in Mexico on Jan. 21, 1996. Brother died after a
short illness; he was 71 years old. In 1967 he was elected Superior
General for a 9year term; again in 1976 he was re-elected: May Mary,
Marcellin and a chorus of Angels accompany him to Paradise.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Thankfully there has been no need
of a financial request since issue #23, August of 1993, eleven issues
ago. At this time we have funds for our May issue but not enough for
the following one in August. Last summer the college in Poughkeepsie
increased our bill for printing so that now each issue costs us overall
an average of $325. If you can help, address checks to Gus Nolan or
to David Kammer.
Of course, we are. still begging for news especially from those who
have not written. We hold out hope that they may yet show up as a welcomed
apparition to old friends to share their news, even small news, always
of genuine interest to the editors and readers of this newsletter..
Mail to: Gus, % Marist College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y.12601,
or to David, 476 La Playa, Fdgewater, Florida, 321141.