FROM BILL (William Maura) DESCHENE ('53): Can't write too much about
ourselves since our accomplishments are not very noteworthy, unless
you call the trace of geese across a yellow sky on an evening in winter
noteworthy. We do enjoy hearing about all of you, so keep the stories
and news coming. However, I did try to write a few short recollections
of Nilus Vincent Donnelly ... and got carried away:
"Who's Brother Nilus?" my mother asked as I entered the kitchen.
I had just taken the stairs two at a time and had tossed my school bag
into the boot box at the end of the hallway, to be retrieved only on
my way to school the next morning. To answer my mother's question I
hadn't the slightest clue. I was, after all, just a freshman at Lawrence
Central Catholic in the fall of 1948, and the only Brothers I knew were
my own teachers: Brothers Philip Bernard, Henry Felix, Aloysius, Paul
Celestine, Justin Gabriel, and Mr. Moynihan, the only lay teacher on
the staff. Later, when I took my $6/month tuition to the treasurer's
office, I discovered Brother Nilus. Still later, as a sophomore I learned
that Nilus was the chief engineer and architect of the magnificent new
gym building built by the Brothers of that era. We occupied part of
the building in 1950 as juniors. By then, instead of operating a crane,
Nilus could be seen working on the interior of what had become the largest
gym in east Massachusetts. The adjacent classrooms, bright and airy,
were equipped with innovative green blackboards that called for the
use of attention etting yellow chalk. Central's new building would become
the model for other schools to copy in later years .
The reason for my mother's query about Brother Nilus well, Nilus was
also in charge of the Mothers' Club. Parenthetically, I have a hard
time imagining this! It seems that some of the mothers thought that
Nilus was "so good looking." "They say he looks like
Bing Crosby," said my mother (not a member of the club), disapproving
of the fuss these marrieds were making over a Brother. I just checked
out the '49 yearbook and, sorry Mom, but the mothers were right; he
was good looking, a lot better looking than der Bingle!
The next time I saw Nilus was at Marian College in 1954. But first
there was Tyngsboro, Tyngsboro could have been an island far off the
coast of Maine inhabited by a delightful people with a unique culture,
totally unaffected by that of the mainland. Marian College was a return
to modern America. The lights of the Milky Way and of the Auroras that
lit up the skies over Tyngsboro were replaced by the bright lights of
Route 9 and the red neon sign locating McManus' Bar across the road
from old St. Ann's Hermitage.
At Marian, Nilus had the same jobs that he had had at Central. He was
the community treasurer and the contractor general of the ongoing building
operations at the young college. As treasurer he had no farm or tuition
stipends to depend on, and yet the population he was responsible for
was even larger than that of Tyngsboro. I'm still hooked on peanut butter
and honey, prime matter for breakfast, but the peanut butter now isn't
as good as the government brand that we enjoyed at Marian. The skills
of devoted, creative cooks kept us happy; their efforts were blessed
by that magical thing called "the grace of state."
Nilus was the heart and soul of his other job, the one most associated
with him, "the projects." With the help of an architect from
Lawrence, a few very skilled people like Big Gus, Ed Castine, and some
gifted Chinese Brothers, plus a large pool of unskilled laborers, a
group of buildings were constructed which, to my mind, put the Marist
Brothers at the cutting edge of the fabulous fifties.To see these projects
to fruition took a man with almost wild determination, and yet Nilus
was most patient with the neophytes assigned to work with him.An incident
stands out. We were putting tar and marble chips on the roof of the
new diningroom/study-hall when Joe Strang (Br. Joel Gilmary) met with
a little mishap. The tar was in a barrel on a sawhorse. It had a little
door which you lifted, and the tar would come oozing out into your bucket,
which you then dumped onto the roof. Someone would spread the tar around
with a special tool. This time the tar would not ooze out, and Joel
tilted the barrel to get the tar moving faster. The barrel slipped and
Joel had to grab it with both hands or be crushed. Nilus was walking
by and was about to say something like, "Oh no, what now."
Instead, he looked at Joel and said, "You're in trouble, aren't
you, Brother," and walked away. As we looked on, we knew that but
for the ... so we all ran to help our unfortunate co-worker, whose clothes
were by then covered with tar.
If Nilus was patient with the unskilled, God help those who were being
paid for a job and were supposed to know what they were doing. He could
direct a distressed driver to "take his soupy concrete mix back."
and the poor fellow would blurt out, "What am I supposed to do
with it?" We need not print the reply!
Now I admit I was never a confidant of the man, nor was I ever fortunate
enough to live in close proximity to him, but I am privileged with a
special insight to his success which he divulged to Pete Ginnity and
me the summer day when we were cooking on the project. He said, "People
don't get souls until they're 21." It was as simple as that. You
don't feed steak or lobster pie to someone who doesn't have the soul
to appreciate these delicacies. So he wanted the best for the Brothers
on the project. It had nothing to do with the fact that they were bargain
labor; the point was, they were over 21! So Nilus' quick departures
from table at the college now made sense for me. After wiping imaginary
traces of soup with his napkin, he would go off to a meeting with the
architect - at Nick Beni's. Of course, Nilus was over 21!
The elders of my tribe were all skilled crafts-folks. My Dad was a
master electrician, and his siblings were experts in auto mechanics,
carpentry, and metal craft, Typical of the tribe, the young were not
inducted into adult craft until they were ready. So my only responsibility
in growing up was to play. Even school was not to supercede the precious
learning time of play. By the time I was "ready" I was in
college with little opportunity to apprentice, except for Nilus and
"the project." Like many others I looked forward to the periodic
stints on the project. One particular Saturday stands out. It was very
misty, and I was in a trench deeper than I was tall, working a jackhammer
and splattering myself with wet, powdered rock. Over the Rack-a-jack-ack-ack"
of the hammer, I heard someone yelling, "Willie! Willie!"
It was Nilus; when I looked up I saw my parents looking down at me,
I had forgotten that they were coming from Lawrence to see me that weekend.
The embarrassment over forgetting was swept away by the awareness that
my father saw that I had finally been initiated into the world of work,
and he approved!
Among my collection of relics is a picture of Pete Ginnity (Br. Brendan
Regis) and myself in the kitchen at old St. Mary's. Attached to it is
a note. It says: "Willie, Nilus sent this photo to me. Thought
you might like it. How the hell did we ever get meals out of that place?
Brings back old memories, doesn't it. Hope all is well. Panther."
It sure does bring back memories. Thank you, Panther. Thank you, Nilus!
(11 North Lowell Street, Methuen, Ma, 01844,.)
FROM PROVINCE NEWS NOTES:
Brother Dennis Dunne ('51) has accepted an invitation from Brother
Benito and the General Council to replace Br. Roy Mooney ('52) on the
staff at the Marist Center of Spirituality, Manziana, Italy, (formerly
called the Second Novitiate). Dennis will leave his present ministry
as a member of the Senior Administrative Team of the Archdiocese of
Chicago where he has worked as senior aide to Joseph Cardinal Bernadin.
Dennis was privileged to do the first reading at the Cardinal's funeral
Br. John McDonnell ('59) has been appointed by the General Council
as one of the Directors of the Marist Family Renewal Program to take
place in Belley, France, in the Fall of 1998. This program will be sponsored
by all four branches of the Marist family.
Br. Timothy McManus ('51) died at Baptist Hospital in Miami on February
14th after suffering a coronary, He had lived at the Marist retirement
community in Miami for nearly eleven years and had done much of the
cooking there. Tim had just celebrated his 70th birthday and was a Marist
for 46years. He had ministered in many of the Marist schools in the
States and had served as a missionary in Sibu and in Japan.
Br. Philip Bernard Gilbert ('31) died at the Nevins Home in Lawrence
March 10th after a lengthy illness. He was 82 years old, having been
born in Suncook, New Hampshire, in 1914. Brother Philip entered the
Marist Brothers as a junior in Tyngsboro in 1927 and completed his novitiate
in Poughkeepsie in 1932. He had served at the Mount at Cardinal Hayes,
in Lowell and at Lawrence CCHS. In a homily Brother Kenneth Hogan reminded
family and friends of Phil's fierce sense of responsibility, his wonderful
passion and emotion, and his colorful side which showed in peppery sayings
Br. Cyprian Rowe ('53) has announced that he is joining the African-American
Catholic Congregation, a church formed seven years ago by Archbishop
George A. Stallings, Cyprian will be ordained a priest and a bishop
of the congregation on March 22, 1997. As Bishop, his main work will
be in the area of theological education of the congregation's priests
and seminarians." (as reported in the Catholic News Service and
the NCR, February 28th) Cyprian has written a letter, requesting a dispensation
from vows as a Marist Brother. Although this is a very painful decision
for Cyprian, he states that he believes that the Lord is calling him
to this decision. He treasures his Marist roots and family; however,
he feels called to greater service to the African-American community,
Cyprian will include a Marist symbol both in his episcopal ring and
in his Bishop's insignia. We express our gratitude to Cyprian for his
many years of Marist life and work in the United States. We pray that
this decision, painful for us all, will lead Cyprian to an authentic
expression of ministry for God's people.
Zaire: Three Marist schools in eastern Zaire are in full operation.
However, there have been air attacks on the city of Bukavu. In the center
of the country one of the communities in Kisangani is near the front
line of combat.
Bougainville, New Guinea: Our two Marist communities
on the island have decided to stay despite heightened danger for everyone,
the result of rebellion on the island. The Brothers and their colleagues
have received several threats of violence on their lives and works.
FROM CHARLEY (Peter Daniel) KELLY ('51): I really enjoyed the February
issue of Marists All. The article on "Praise to the Presidents"
brought back many wonderful memories of Brother Paul Ambrose and Brother
Linus ... "Marian" College ... building the chapel ... My
name is probably still on the back of one of the walls and under the
cross on the roof. I have strong recollections of the "hearse"
that carried a bunch of rowdy young men and their supplies around the
campus. We used that hearse for supplies for the chicken coop, too.
I missed hearing the story about the crane that came onto campus under
its own power but never moved again without the assistance of 30 or
more people pushing it around the building site. And there was the telephone
pole that we strapped to the crane to hoist the outside cross over the
center of the chapel!
Many other memories flood back ... Brother John Patrick in Esopus and
his "fire sales" for the Souls in Ptwgatory ... and Brother
Simeon in Tyngsboro with his shoe box of stories to bring the gospel
to life. We teased him a lot back in those days, but forty years later
I can still remember some of those stories and the lessons they illustrated.
I teach at the University of Texas now and on occasion I find myself
greeting my students with "Good afternoon, Gentlemen.'' That is
Doc Schroeder, vintage 1953!
Of late I have come to realize that there is much in my life, and in
my soul, that is a result of living our Marist life as a young man.
My thoughts prayers, and thanks to the men who were our role models
in those forming years.
I was moved by the account of the Brothers in Zaire and the work of
Brother Rene Roy in Rwanda. I felt a deep sorrow at the loss of those
dedicated men. I didn't even know them, yet I felt a link with them
and a pride in their courage to stay ... simply because "the needs
were much greater than they had been in the past."
Everything is going well for the Kellys in Texas. Our family is spread
out in Oklahoma, New York, South Carolina, and Texas. It continues to
grow with eight grandchildren now. Marilyn and I are heading forNew
York at the end of next week, spring break at UT, to visit with two
of our sons and their families. We'll be in the Poughkeepsie area, so
I plan to stop off for a visit at the college while I'm there. (6905
Jester Boulevard, Austin, Texas, 78750)
FROM MIKE (Michael Vincent) KELLY ('50):I just now received the February
issue of Marists All! It was addressed to Atlanta. We now live in Burbank,
California. (Sorry, Mike, for neglecting to make the change.)
We have adjusted to the move from the east to the west coast. We deal
with occasional small earthquakes, the traffic on the freeways, the
constant fixation of the news with O.J., and the extraordinary dominance
of the entertainment industry.
We are described as a nation on the Pacific Rim and in many ways the
population reflects the name because of the large number of those from
Asia. However, the Latinos are dominant. We do not have a melting pot;
we have a patchwork quilt with the different cultures living in harmony.
There are problems but in general people are making the effort to accept
diversity as a positive rather than a negative condition. More in the
future. Come and visit. (705 :North Kenwood Street, Burbank, Ca 91505;
FROM PAUL. FURLONG ('60): It's been 29 years since live had any contact
with the Marist world, a long time to miss vital connections with an
important part of my past.
Recently, by sheer good luck and kismet, I came onto Reggie Diss' address
and phone via the Internet. I contacted him, and we had a delightful
conversation! that a thrill to get reconnected again. So much of life
has happened in the interim. Reggie gave me addresses of several others
in our group and made me aware of your newsletter. He then sent me some
back issues of the newsletter which I consumed in one sitting! I would
surely love to be put on your mailing list.
For me the last thirty years have been quite an adventure. I got my
Masters in Counseling Psych two years after I left the Marists, 1970.
I spent ten years working for the Juvenile Justice System in Eugene,
Oregon, holding a variety of positions there. Married into a family
of six kids (most were teenage or grown). Divorced 16 years later. Moved
to Portland, Oregon, in 1980 and developed my career in counseling,
adjunct college teaching, and Human Resource consulting. It has been
a fulfilling and rewarding career.
The divorce was particularly devasting for me. For a couple of years
I did not function very well, and eventually had to declare bankruptcy.
It became a period of intense looking inward. Luckily I found a really
good therapist to do some deep structure work with. I'm glad that period
is over - lots of pain and lots of learning. Now I feel much more open
and have more of myself available to me.
For the past five years Hazel and I have become life partners and also
work partners.This is a wonderful - and different - relationship for
me. Hazel has owned and operated a
very successful dry cleanihg business for 14 years. Two years ago we
decided that I would join her in that business with the idea of selling
it and together beginning another that is less strenuous.The new business
is called HP Connections. It offers a variety of services. Haven't had
much time to properly market the business, but I feel it's the right
step into the future. A part of me misses not being in the "helping
profession," but another part is glad to be doing something different
and more "entrepreneurial."
I was so glad to get the past issues of Marists All! Came across names
I hadn't thought of in years. I have never regretted the years spent
as a Marist Brother. Those were happy times for me. As with so many
things in life, it became time to move on. Now it seems right to begin
completing the circle and reconnect in a way that ties in the past with
I think you are doing a wonderful thing by keeping the newsletter alive.
From the issues I have read it seems that a lot of others applaud your
effort and derive meaning from its pages. (e-mail = email@example.com)
(8217 SW Oak Street, Portland, Oregon, 97223; 503-246-5181; fax: 503-246-3275)
FROM TOM MOORE ('61): Keep the newsletter going. Don't hesitate to
keep readers posted on financial needs of the paper. I really enjoy
reading each issue. Wish I had some news to report, but I live a quiet
life here in the mountains of Pa! My mother died December 7th. She didn't
suffer much at the end and is now in God's loving embrace. She was 87.
Peace. (1028 Hillside Trail, Johnstown, Pa. 15905)
Retreat/reunion: Marist College, July 3rd to 6th. Call Larry
FROM BR. SEAN SAMMON ('66): You probably have heard that we had four
more of our Brothers killed by the militia in Zaire, a terrible loss
to us all and to the people among whom they lived and worked in refugee
camps. I knew only one personally, Servando, a lovely man about 40.
I spoke with him last at the Nairobi airport a few months back; he was
going home for a month's leave and then returning to Zaire. I would
have been shocked had anyone suggested that he'd be gone before the
year had run out.
Many thanks for your work with Marists All. I'm grateful to receive
it and even more grateful for the news. (Fratelli Maristi; Piazzale
M. Champagnat, 2; C.P. 10250; 00144,. Rome, Italy)
FROM DICK (Stephen Aloysius) BRANIGAN ('50): I bet you got a slew of
e-mail after the distribution of the last Marists All, and I guess I'm
just one of many who took the opportunity to thank you for all you've
done to keep us all sewed up in one blanket. You might remember me as
Br. Stephen Aloysius ... speech impediment practically gone. I live
in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, with a first wife and have three married children.
I sent something to Marists All many years ago, I'm about to retire
from publication work at the University of Wisconsin, Oshkosh, probably
at the end of this year. I see Charlie Scott from time to time (Madison)
and keep in close touch with Bill Powers (Nanuet, New York). With each
succeeding newsletter I find so many more "later years" reports
from people I don't know. Yet they are of the same training and spirit
... and this brings them into my company ... and I thank you again for
making all this happen.
Just as I have not been able to make the reunions at the Mount each
year, I will not be able to make this year's retreat. After I retire
I might be able to get involved. Ten years ago I made a "roots"
trip back to Brooklyn, ten days of visiting and such. I visited Esopus,
wept at Paul "Uppy Downs" grave where he lies with so many
familiar guys, had lunch in Poughkeepsie with Bill Powers and Larry
Sullivan, and recalled many good times in the Hudson Valley. They were
very precious years, years when I stashed away important values that
have come to my rescue in later times. I never knew the value of that
training until way later in life.
Gotta scoot.I am house pianist at the Oshkosh Country Club here and
I'll be playing there tonight. I'll open with a few mid 50's songs just
to toast our old days, something like "That's my Desire" or
Tony Bennett's "Rags to Riches...Be listening about 5:30 p.m. your
time!(1814 Fairview St.,.Oshkosh, Wi.. 54901)
FROM ( (Louis Francis) ZIRKEL ('53): On New Year's Eve after 291/2
years I retired from full time teaching at Nassau Community College,
This semester I taught just one course and helped the new Catholic chaplain
who is replacing me. Next semester I'm outta here!
I have a new book out, "Happiness is my Decision."
I deal with the ideas I have been presenting in my personal growth seminars:
goal setting and goal achievement through positive self talk, affirmations,
visualizing success, and attitudinal changes. (Six Brancatelli, West
Islip, New York, 11795; 516-669-0273)
Mt. St. Michael,
Saturday, September 13th;
noon to 4 or 5 p.m.
FROM BR. PATRICK EUGENE MAGEE ('43)
the Marist Monastery Community of Marist High School, Chicago
You have done a wonderful service to the for Brothers
through well published Marists All, I have enjoyed reading it from cover
to cover every time it arrives, I duplicate sufficient copies so that
each member of the community has his own copy for quiet and leisurely
reading.I have been impressed by the good accomplished by so many in
the spirit of Champagnat. The story written by Brother Bob McGovern
from the Philippines was most informative and praiseworthy.
Please have your reading public continue their prayers
for Brother Luke Pearson ('56) who carries on with his daily administrative
responsibilities while quietly battling cancer. He stays with our community
during the school week. He is a wonderful example of resignation to
God's will for all of us.(4200 West 115th Street, Chicago, Il. 60655)
FROM VINCE (Vincent Jude) POISELLA ('58): Thank you for
the latest Marists All! One of the workers at our post office, mother
of one of our students, sent it over to me, even though it was incorrectly
addressed. I am wondering if you created a ruse to get me to write!
As for news, we continue to be blessed. Although the road
has been a little rocky, I am still coordinator of counseling and guidance
services at Hopatcong High School; Jane is librarian/media specialist
at our middle school.. Mark, our oldest, was graduated from Notre Dame
in 1995 and works a couple of jobs while residing in Evanston, Illinois.
He plans to make a move shortly to get into the film business. He is
writing screenplays and has a dream of doing an independent film along
with some of his colleagues among the ND alumni.Our second boy, Eric,
is completing his student teaching with primary school children in Castleton,
Vermont. He graduates in May. Our daughter, Anne, is finishing her third
year in a business finance/computer concentration at Marist College.
I am pleased that she enjoys Marist so much, and has met the likes of
Joe Belanger and Brian Desilets.She cannot comprehend that these same
professors were on the Marist staff when her aged dad went to college.
These people must be ancient, revived, or even reincarnated!
Regarding other Marist connections, Jane and I plan to
be at the retreat at the College in July. Having been to the other two
retreats over the last two years, we are charter members! We look forward
to returning and we encourage others to join us.
We keep in touch with John and Joan Brady. Both John and
I are in the school counseling field and have come across each other
at meetings now and again, I am still in the New Jersey Counseling Association;
I was president in 1993-94. The camaraderie I experience with other
counselors in the state is faintly reminiscent of the Marist community
In the next few years we hope to see our kids settled
somewhat. I should be retiring within the next five years. Jane, shortly
after that. At that point, if the globe hasn't imploded (in the style
of the chapel at Camp Marist), we will be ready for an elderhostel emphasizing
travel/education, Now there is an idea for retired members of the Marist
family. Travel opportunities coupled with educational opportunities,
within the context of existing Marist residences. From picnic to the
retreat, to travel opportunities. What do you think? Keep well! God
bless! And keep Marists All coming Peace! (24 Brooklyn Mountain Road,
Hopatcong, N, J. 07843)
FROM GERARD (Alberic Gerard) BRUNELLE ('47):The last issue
of Marists All so greatly affected me. There was the martyrdom of eleven
Marist Brothers in Africa. And there was the golden jubilee of the class
I was in at St. Ann's Novitiate under a great novice master, Brother
Henry Charles. My classmates have taught in classrooms around the world,
giving of themselves according to the ideals of Blessed Champagnat.
My Marist education from 1943 to 1950 consisted of three
years at St. Joseph Juniorate, Tyngsboro, two years at the Poughkeepsie
novitiate, and one wonderful year as assistant to chief gardener Brother
Abelus. I will never, never forget that year with Abelus, for he gave
me a love for gardening that still prevails at my hermitage at Weirs
in Laconia near Lake Winnepasaukee. My Marist education did finally
lead to my becoming the teacher I wanted to be. I spent 33 years in
the Lowell school system as a successful music teacher.
Since my retirement in 1992, I live on the most beautiful
lake in the world, Every morning I look at it and bless the Lord who
gave me a piece of it. Some days I play my grand piano. I have composed
two sonatas, one in A minor, the other in D major with three movements.
I have written a Mass "a Notre Dame de Noel" to be sung by
a chorus in Lowell, as soon as the music is put to paper. I also write
poetry on subjects that are pleasing to me, or are interesting or challenging,.
I hope to publish in the future.
Do you remember the Maxims of Father Champagnat? How I
loved them. We had to do translations of them from the French. That
was very interesting to me since French was may first language. I still
use French all the time. In 1988 at a festival in Lowell I was invited
to read my poem on Jack Kerouac's little Canada. At the international
meeting of poets in Quebec City I recited that poem in French on Radio
In my retirement I also do walking sticks and canes.I
sculpter miniature things on the handles and staffs. Some of my works
are on exhibition in an art center in Newport, New Hampshire. I gave
a lecture on them at the center last week. My works - canes, walking
sticks, poetry, and music compositions - are all little bridges, even
if they are toil bridges, from the island of my heritage to the mainland
of society. (P.O. Box 5157, Weirs Beach, New Hampshire, 03247)
JUBILARIANS: 1997 *
Br. John Byrd
Br. John Cummings
Br. Robert McCauley
Br. Richard Van Houten
Br. Gerard Brown
Br. David Cooney
Br. Gerald Doherty
Br. Eladio Gonzalez
Br. Sumner Herrick
Br. Anthony Iazzetti
Br. Michael Laratonda
Br. Marcos Longoria
Br. Joseph Madsen
Br. John Raeihle
Br. George Fontana
Br. Kevin Handibode
Br. Patrick Hogan
Br. William Lambert
Br. Fabian Mayor
Br. Bernard Ruth
Br. Bonaventura Cocco
Br. Vincent Damian
Br. Patrick McNulty
Br. Roy Mooney
Br. Dominic O'Brien
Br. Leo Shea
* The names of the golden jubilarians appeared in the
FROM BR. SEAN SAMMON, V.G. It is April 21st. Landed in
Manila this morning after almost three months in Korea and Australia.
Many hopeful signs and people in both places. About three quarters of
the General Administration is here for meetings at the Marist Asia/Pacific
Center. Hope to be in Rome by the first of May. Blessings to all. (Fratelli
Maristi; Piazzale M. Champagnat, 2; C.P. 10250; 00144 Rome, Italy)
Br. Philip Bernard Gilbert ('31) died in Lawrence on March
Br. Timothy McManus ('51) died in Miami on February l4th.
There is more about these two Brothers taken from the Poughkeepsie Province
ewsnotes that appears in this newsletter.
William Philip "Phil" Kelly (Philip Martin,
'51) died in Augusta, Ga. on March 14th, within a month of his 65th
birthday. He is survived by his wife, three daughters, and two sons,
the elder of whom is named Philip Martin. Phil was a graduate of the
University of Georgia.He owned and operated several retail stores in
Augusta. He was a member of the American Legion and of the Knights of
Columbus, 4th degree, past grand knight. He was also past president
of the Irish American Heritage Society.
We invite all of our readers to join us in ongoing prayer
for all Marists, those living and especially those deceased,
FROM JOHN WESP ('65): Thanks for your work with Marists
All. I enjoy reading them. Hope to retire soon from teaching. Don Gillespie
turns 50 on April 5th; there will be a party at his house. I see Bill
White once a year, but I missed Ed Jenning's wedding. These are my only
Marist contacts (82 Main Avenue, Centereach, New York, 11720-1640)
FROM ERNEST (Ernest Francis) BELANGER ('55): I will miss
not being at Marist for the retreat with the gang this summer.There
is something I found strange about last summer's encounter. None that
I know of wrote about it in Marists All. I will have to suggest putting
Marists All on the net. That might be cheaper than mailing and certainly
easier for the publishers and for our ecological system. There are inexpensive
providers out there. Frankly, Marists All is the only none obligatory
reading we do as soon as it comes in. I get to read it after Alicia!,
via e-mail ... (240 Castellana - 8B, 28046 Madrid, Spain)
EDITORS' NOTE: We are in the 11th year of publishing
Marists All. Our next issue will be #40. We hope to have it off to the
printers in the early part of August. That's not very long from the
time you receive this issue. May we encourage you to send us something
soon. The frequency and even the duration of this newsletter depends
on you! E-mail to Gus Nolan: JZB2@MaristB.Marist.edu or mail to: Gus
Nolan, % Marist College, Poughkeepsie, New York 12601; or David Kammer,
R.R. 1-Box 3300, Smithfield, Maine, 04978-9517.
FROM BR. RENE ROY ('60): This word of thanks is long overdue.
Received Marists All #38 well after everyone else. Thanks. Your editing
was very successful. I've received several letters from "non-conical"
Marists as a result of that issue and of the Development Office's Campaign
for Rwanda. Al Perrone, Al Senes, Jim Gargan, Gerard Brunelle, Eugene
Connolly, and Charley Kelly have not only sent letters and contributions,
but have offered on going help. I read the manifesto stating that M.A.
is not a vehicle for fund raising, but people have been moved nevertheless.
I'm hoping to be present for at least a brief time at
the GMC retreat in early July to see and thank people in person. You've
doubtless heard that I'll fly to San Francisco to receive one of the
Called to Brotherhood awards to be given this year by the National Association
of Religious Brothers but I'll swing back to catch the gang on retreat.
I can't believe that the first two years of my time in
Rwanda are almost up. I'll be home in June for some R & R. Then
two more years to go. I'm constantly thinking of how I'll describe.
this experience to folks. I'll need some quiet time, as well as some
lively time with the American Family before I can even begin to do justice
to the scope of the experience. It's helping to put things in perspective.
Meanwhile, for me you can once again thank the many who
have shown support via letter, prayer, and contribution. So much goes
back to the Tyngsborough of 1959-61!
(Freres Maristes, B, P. 80, Gitarama; Rwanda, Africa)
FROM RICHARD LA PIETRA ('50): You might think about it
as the changing of the guard, a gradual replacement and relief of the
men at the front. Or you might picture a thin line of men climbing a
mountain path toward the summit into the sun.
Amateur historians sometimes refer to 1958 as a date of
the modem founding of Marist College, to distinguish the beginnings
of the college we know today from the training ground for the monks
that began with the 1946 founding charter. If there is any validity
to that conceptualization, the past several years have seen the beginnings
of the passing from the scene of the Marist founders of the modem Marist
College. These are men who have spent the equivalent of a lifetime,
in most cases much more than a quarter century of service, in the building
of Marist and the pursuit of her unique mission. At the end of this
past academic year, two more names were added to that list, Joe Belanger
and Gus Nolan.
Both were honored at baccalaureate and commencement exercises,
and were feted, together with Professor Ted Prenting, at a testimonial
dinner on May 13. Two more different characters would be difficult to
imagine, and as the long list of their contributions were enumerated,
it was so clear that evenin the human realm, each tree bears its own
special, idiosyncratic fruit. Yet, in both instances, one did not have
to scratch away the surface very much to find the common theme of Marist
dedication and Champagnat's spirit.
Some wonder about the impact on Marist as this changing
of the guard continues, and continue it will. One only needs examine
a listing of personnel by age to verify that. I have to believe that
Joe and Gus have inspired younger colleagues by their lives, actions,
and their spirit, and in so doing leave aMarist legacy that will continue
to quicken and enliven the Marist community here on the shores of the
Hudson that witnessed the founding of the Marist presence in the United