From Rome: C A N O N I Z A T I O N - April 18, 1999
We, the undersigned Superiors General of the Marist Brothers and the
Marist Fathers want very much to express to you our joy by means of
this joint letter. Marcellin Champagnat will be canonized on the 18th
of April, 1999. That is the announcement our Holy Father has made at
the consistory of cardinals celebrated today (1-7-1999).
We feel that Marcellin Champagnat is a gift of the Holy Spirit to the
whole Church and a tremendous present for the world. He is not the exclusive
possession of any one particular group. With this in mind, may all our
hearts overflow with happiness and pulsate with that sense of church
community which enlivened the entire group that started the Society
Certainly Marcellin Champagnat belongs to the spiritual patrimony of
those who profess vows as Marists: the Brothers who see him as their
Father and Founder; the Fathers whose ideals he nurtured and shared
from the earliest days and with whom he lived out his religious consecration;
and the Marist Sisters and the Marist Missionary Sisters, branches blossoming
from the tree of the Society of Mary.
Marcellin Champagnat also belongs to the Marist laity: educators, animators,
members of the fraternities, students, alumni, families ... so many
people who live in communion with Marist Fathers, Brothers, and Sisters,
people who take to heart the Marian spirituality that unites our four
In fact, Marcellin Champagnat is a gift for all the People of God and
a grace for our entire world. By officially proclaiming him a Saint,
the Church is putting him forward as model and intercessor. His life
and work serve as a stimulus and inspiration for all people of good
will and sincere heart; no matter their culture, race, condition. In
a very special way, Marcellin Champagnat is a model and inspiration
for all who dedicate their lives to the Christian education of children
and young people.
MARISTS RETURN TO LIBERIA: We have word from Leonard that Br. Denis
Hever ('64), Br. Martin Ruane ('50), and Br. Alfred George ('47) will
go in mid February to Manrovia, the capital of Liberia, to reopen a
school that was closed by the diocese several years ago during that
country's upheaval. They will be joined by four Marists who were recruited
earlier in Pleebo by our American.Brothers; the four have been teaching
in South Africa.
MARIST FAMILY INSTITUTE OF SPIRITUALITY: This communal gathering
will again take place this summer at Marist College from Thursday July
8th, 4:30 p.m. registration, to Sunday July 11th, 1 p.m. lunch. The
theme this year will be "On our Christian Journey." The cost
is likely to be $200 a person for meals and lodging. We will provide
the names of presenters and further information in our next issue. Contact
Vince Poisella at 973-398-5477 or at 24 Brooklyn Mt. Rd., Hopatcong,
N. J. 07843-1410; email@example.com.
FROM TOM POTENZA ('73): Those who were in formation from 1963-70 will
be sorry to hear of the death of Kevin Galbraith ('67) a well liked,
if outspoken, character during those turbulent years. Kevin left the
congregation in the mid-70's, but was remembered as exceptionally kind,
brilliant and possessing a biting sense of satire - especially about
those changes in the Marist life with which he disagreed. Many will
recall that his hero was the archconservative Cardinal Ottaviani!
Last spring Kevin's brother Jack (whom I see periodically at educational
development meetings) informed me that Kevin was in the hospital. I
managed to visit him at St. Vincent's two days before he died. He was
fighting advanced pleurisy, complicated by serious allergies to almost
every medication being used to treat it. Nevertheless, Kevin was sharp,
recognizing me immediately and asking about many of the guys who had
shared the years with us in Esopus and Poughkeepsie. He looked fine,
giving a lie to his critical condition, and he was witty to the very
At his memorial service, held about his 49th birthday on May 17th,
the photo prominently displayed, more than 20 some years after he had
left Marist life, was of Kevin in his cassock and rabat. Many of the
folks in attendance, friends from more recent years, had not realized
that Kevin had been a monk. Yet one old gentleman, who knew Kevin only
from attending his music lectures at Barnes and Noble, remarked to me
after the service: "I did sense that there was something very spiritual
about this man ... I'm not surprised to learn he spent time as a religious.
It still showed."
Despite the ups and downs of his life, the moments of shining light
and angry frustration, the cynical mixed with the devotional, the ultra-conservative
with the almost-hippie, Kevin Galbraith remains for those who lived
and studied with him the epitome of warm friendship, outrageous humor,
and classical scholarship - a symbol of some of the most difficult years
Marist formation has experienced in this country. May Kevin finally
rest in peace! (145 West 58th Street (#2K), New York, New York, 10019)
FROM MIKE McCAFFERY ('61): The latest issue of Marists All has finally
prompted me to put some thoughts on paper. Seeing familiar names (John
Gonya, Br. Philip Robert, Bill Doherty, Bernard Connolly) certainly
brings back good memories of Esopus and Poughkeepsie.
I have kept in contact with Brother Leonard Voegtle (I suppose a lot
of us have done the same), but I have really lost touch with most of
the others who studied Spanish with Brother Robert James, played ice
hockey on the pond, swept leaves in the fall, ate meals in silence with
Brother Hilary. Does anyone remember the band "Drenchfulwack?"
I played the trumpet.
The past three years have been most difficult for me, as my wife of
32 years succumbed to leukemia this year after a long and difficult
battle. Our three children and four grandchildren were my backbone;
they gave me strength to continue.
I am getting on with my life and I know that all will be well in the
near future. I have met a wonderful woman, for which I thank God. We
plan to get married sometime next year.
By the way, has anyone ever heard from Ron Kearney? Finally, would you
please change my address as I have recently moved to a new address:
2224 Ocean Avenue, Brooklyn, New York, 11229.
(A presentation given by David Kammer at the 1998
Marist Family Institute of Spirituality)
COME TO THE TABLE
Picture yourself at home looking out your front window.
You see friends pulling into your driveway.
You rush to your front door, pleased to see and greet
"Welcome, come in," you exclaim; hugs and
"Come in, welcome, how are you?"
You are truly pleased to have your friends with you.
You are pleased to share your snacks and your spirits
You welcome news of their family
news of their activities.
You welcome their stories.
You want to share in their happiness and their enthusiasm
in their preoccupations and their anxieties.
You share thought.
You welcome uplifting, inspiring insights.
In time an announcement comes: "Dinner is ready;
come to the table."
You have prepared a full meal.
You have wine and bread.
You want to share what you have and what you are.
"Bless us, 0 Lord.
Bless us, 0 Lord, and these your gifts.
"Lord, you too are welcome in our home, at our
"We want to acknowledge, Lord, not only these gifts
but all you have done for us
all you have done for humanity.
"We want to acknowledge your involvement in our
lives, in our stories
....and we want to remember your self-giving throughout
your earthly life,
your self-giving at that most famous of meals,
and especially your final self-giving.
"We want to remember that meal when you asked us
to do in memory of you
to do meals in memory of you
to do companionship
to do love
to do self-giving.
"Lord, we wish not only to remember, but also to
thank, to celebrate eucharist.
"Yes, Lord, we thank you for this food
and we thank you for the opportunity to be together.
"We celebrate our relationships with one another
... and with you.
"Bless this food, that it may be to our good, to
Bless us, that we may be good for one another.
"Lord, we gather as family -
we gather in your name, in your energy and love.
"Lord, you say, 'Take and eat, take and drink.
'My life comes to you through sign, through sacrament, through mystery.
My life is at the center of your being.
"Lord, may we recognize you
in our lives, in our times, in our places, at our table.
We hear: "Through Him and with Him and in Him
is to you God the Father in union with the Holy Spirit."
And we are moved to join in that great AMEN, that great
"So be it!"
"Lord, your whole life was one of radical selflessness,
even unto death.
In you selflessness has touched humanity.
In you we are lifted up, saved, saved from selfishness.
"Thank you for leading the way.
It is truly just, right and salutary that we should
at all times and in all places
give thanks to you, 0 holy Lord.
"Through you and with you and in you
is the path to our eternal destiny
with the help of insights and power of your Spirit.
"Lord, that we might associate all of our meals
especially our celebratory'meals
with the Eucharistic meal.
"That every celebration might be a universal thanksgiving
an eternal thanksgiving
a Eucharist .
(if not commissioned by the Church
in the name of the whole of Christianity
at least at the heart of family and friends)
Welcome, welcome to a table of the Lord.
FROM GENE ZIRKEL ('53): An afternoon of recollection in the Marist
spirituality of Marcellin Champagnat will be held at Archbishop Mollov
on "Palm Saturday" March 27th, 1999, from 2 to 6 p.m. It will
include prayer, reflection on scripture, and discussion of Marist spirituality.
It will end with a potluck supper (to which all are invited to bring
something to share). Former Marists and canonical Marists are invited,
as well as families, alumni, and anyone who is interested in the Christian
life as laid out by Blessed Champagnat. Come and share with us; come
and pray with us. Try to arrive by 1:45 so that we may start on time.
To let us know that you are coming or to get further information, contact:
Br. Charles Marcellin at 718-441-2100... Jack & Anne Duggan at 516=997-6547...Gene
& Pat Zirkel at 516-669-0273, firstname.lastname@example.org
FROM BR. WILLIAM LAVIGNE ('50): With the arrival of Br. Phil Robert
in early November our Marist community in Petersburg, West Virginia,
was complete: Phil, Luke Reddington, and myself assisting Father Mario
Claro, who resides in Franklin, one of the three towns covered by our
Initially it was an adjustment for us to move from heavily populated
cities and large parishes of the Northeast to our three small towns
and parishes in the Potomac Highlands valley in the eastern part of
this "wild wonderful mountain state." The people have been
most welcoming and helpful in our transition. We are now quite settled.
Although Catholics are a distinct minority (5% in the state and about
2% in our area), there is an open ecumenical spirit. .We have been invited
to join the Ministerial Associations in our three towns.
We see our role here as one of supporting and nurturing the Catholic
faith communities in a variety of ways. We are involved with the liturgies,
pastoral councils, religious education, social outreach, ecumenical
relations, visitation to parish members in the hospital and nursing
homes. We are not dealing directly with the poor as this is not the
stereotypic "appalachia" part of the state. Our people are
middle or lower middle class, some living in town while others are in
rural areas or on farms. They have a strong faith and pride in their
parish, and they are anxious to work with us in maintaining a Catholic
presence. We consider it a privilege to be invited to be part of their
faith community for whatever time we will be here in ministry.
We celebrated Thanksgiving with the six other Marist Brothers who live
in the city of Wheeling, about a four hour drive from Petersburg. It
was enjoyable spending a few days with the Brothers and visiting their
different ministries. Marists have a history in this Diocese of Wheeling,
as our Brothers conducted Central Catholic High School in Wheeling for
over forty years. Our diocesan bishop, Bernard Schmitt, is one of our
alumni; he is quite delighted that we have returned.
We are using St. Mary's rectory in Petersburg as office complex for
the four of us on the team. We reside in two small houses immediately
next door to the rectory. That makes it very convenient for us and accessible
for anyone who wants to see us. We have accommodations for visitors
and we extend a general invitation to all to stop by and visit with
us in this beautiful part of "Almost Heaven." It's about a
six and a half hour drive from New Jersey on main highways (I-78 West
and I-81 South) for most of the trip, followed by an adventurous ride
over the first mountain to the west from Virginia. (The above is taken
from Bill's Christmas circular letter to friends and family.) (5 Pierpont
St., Petersburg, Wv. 26847; 304-257-1057; wvfms1access.mountain.net)
FROM MIKE KELLY ('50): When Marists All was forwarded from our old
address, I realized that it has been some time since I last wrote. Yes,
we have moved again and now live in North Hollywood in a home that has
room for any readers who might want to experience the exotic and unreal
environment we live in. It is different here, but we are enjoying the
world around us. Our daughters are close to us and that, more than anything
else, is what makes our patch of California a great place to live.
It was a delight to read that Des Kelly will have the support in West
Virginia of two members of the class of '50, Billy Lavigne and Marty
Ruane along with Bobby Reddington from Inwood. Since my wife Janet makes
frequent trips to visit her family in Pittsburgh, perhaps we can plan
a reunion and start plans for a celebration of the year 2000 for the
class of 1950.
I find it hard to believe that it has been almost 50 years since I
did some hash slinging in the kitchen of the Hermitage and killed pigs
and chickens, while Wiggy McNamara engaged in a continuous dialog about
what Paul Ambrose did not know. And we puffed away on our forbidden
cigarettes before rushing back to be on time for our physics class.
Then we sat idly in the classroom looking out the window at our beloved
physics teacher bouncing up and down on his bulldozer preparing the
ground for the new chapel. By the grace of God we still managed to learn
physics. These are old memories that came rushing back while reading
Billy Lavigne's last letter.
The November issue of Marists All also brought back memories of those
long hot summer days that we spent plastering permastone on the walls
of the chapel. Now Dennis Murray informs us that progress is being made
by removing our finger prints which are still on every brick that will
be replaced with natural fieldstone. The price of progress! I wonder
if our resident artist at the time, Mrs. Fischer, would approve. Does
the chapel really need a new roof? We smeared enough black tar ,on that
roof to make it last forever. Maybe we didn't embed the white marble
chips deep enough; the effort to do so has left permanent black marks
under my nails for almost five decades. Nothing can compare with my
memories of riding high on a bucket of cement as Niles operated the
dilapidated crane to swing us high over the construction site. It is
a miracle that I am here to write this letter. I can honestly say, thanks
for the memories. Midst all these memories, though, it is wonderful
to hear about the extensive construction being planned for Marist.
Our family continues to enjoy living in California. Janet does software
consulting when the demands of our daughters give her some free time.
Joan works for Paramount and her husband Bill works at Disney. He recently
completed his MBA at USC. Jean lives with us and enjoys her work among
young people in need of a dedicated social worker. I continue to enjoy
teaching and.rocking the boat at California State University at Los
Angeles. I keep thinking, however, that I should start to slow down
and to smell the roses. We actually did try to slow down at least for
two weeks last September when we visited Tahiti, Moorea, and Bora Bora.
We loved it but realized that two weeks was enough time to relax, so
we are now back in the accelerated rat race. We feel lucky.
Thanks again for the many memories recalled by All. Since I lived with
Marist Brothers and with Marist to the Marist Sisters in Detroit, perhaps
I can help Joe Belanger with the book of of biographies of Marist "saints."
I have to admit, however, tht the stories I recall about great Marist
"sinners" would be far more interesting and should not go
untold. (11559 Kling St., North Hollywood, Ca. 91602; email@example.com
by BR. LEONARD VOEGTLE ('50):
The Marist Brothers in the United States
"GO TO THE LAND I WILL SHOW YOU"
Volume I: 1885 - 1911 (adapted excerpts)
This book has been many years in the dreaming and several in the writing
and publishing, I have found it a tremendously interesting and exciting
endeavor, one which brought alive for me men whose names are inscribed
indelibly on the first pages of the annals of the Marist Brothers in
Canada and the United States.
In the short span of 25 years the half-dozen men who arrived in Canada
in 1885 had grown to nearly 400, reinforced by successive waves of brothers
from Europe and others recruited in North America, Their single school
in a small village near Montreal, followed by another in a small city
in Maine the following year, had become a network of nearly 40 schools
stretching from Quebec to Manitoba, and down through New England to
New York City.
The venture also grew administratively. From 1885 to 1893 it remained
a foreign mission under the direct control of its mother province, Notre
Dame de l'Hermitage in France. In 1893 the mission became a district
under the control of the superior general and his council. Brother Cesidius
was its visitor until 1903 when the province of North America was established.
Finally in 1911, in view of the numerical and geographical expansion
already achieved and with high hopes that it would continue, the province
of North America was divided into two: Canada and the United States.
Named provincial of Canada was Brother Cesidius; Brother Ptolemeus remained
provincial for the United States ...
Chapter 12: "The Way We Were" In this chapter we will briefly
consider various aspects of the daily life of our predecessors, which
may help us to understand better our roots and how Marist religious
life has evolved over the years. What kind of men laid our foundations
and built upon them? Most of them were European or Canadian, and all
but a few of the former were French. Most of them were comparatively
young; many of them were still teenagers in fact. What must have been
their thoughts, feelings, and reactions faced as they were with so much
that was difficult and challenging in this New World? Looking back,
it is only natural to regard them and the hundreds of other French Marist
Brothers who left their homeland with no idea as to when or whether.
they would return home, as persons of great courage and faith and attachment
to their vocation.
On this side of the Atlantic the European Marists faced very different
climate, diet, mentality, traditions, and language, as well as different
political and educational systems. Some, especially the youngest, adapted
well enough; others found it an insurmountable task which eventually
led them to return to their own country or to leave the congregation.
For their part young Canadian and American recruits to Marist life
had to adapt perforce to the customs, mentality, formation, and background
of their European confreres. In their favor the latter had not only
their youth but also their enthusiasm. This was rooted in part to their
belonging to a still young religious congregation that was in full flush
of a remarkable growth in France and overseas. This congregation's lifestyle
and ministry corresponded to what had become the most attractive model
of religious life in the 19th century: a semi monastic structure well
suited to the recruitment and formation of large numbers of young men
in a network of educational institutions open to children of peasants
and small farmers of hamlets and villages and of those of the mills
and sweatshops of the Industrial Revolution.
The other side of the coin was that they belonged to a Church which
saw itself threatened in Europe by anti-clerical governments and in
North America by a majority and hostile "Protestant" culture.
Their response to the threat was to "circle the wagons" and
present a bristling defense. In the thinking of the day, the Church's
survival depended on unity, and unity was born of uniformity in all
things, conformity to established traditions, and obedience to laws
and structures handed down from a former and better age.
The life of the first North American Marists was defined by their constitutions,
rules, and traditions, all of which had grown out of the experience
of Marcellin Champagnat and his first followers in the hamlets and the
villages of their isolated sector of rural 19th century France At the
founder's death, that first generation found themselves the inheritors
of his spirit, his vision, and his charism. They tried to preserve it
intact for future generations by living every least detail of life as
it had been lived in fact or in idealized memories.
When Marists of that period found themselves transplanted to radically
different surroundings, their instinctive reaction was normal enough
for immigrants. They attempted to reproduce as far as possible the life
they had known and loved "back home," whether or not it fit
the context of their adopted land.
To the older ones among them it was a lifestyle tried and tested and
proved valid; to the younger it was a lifestyle they might not yet have
experienced in the world of classroom and community, but one which their
formation at Notre Dame de l'Hermitage had taught them was something
very sacred, to be lived faithfully in all of its details, no matter
Common life: Everything was done in community. There was a common dormitory
- only directors and treasurers had private rooms - divided by curtains
into cubicles, each with a small night table and chair beside the bed.
Sometimes there was only one sink, so each brother had his own jug and
wash basin. Morning and evening study were done in community at long
tables, not individual desks. The time was devoted primarily to class
preparation and corrections. Depending on each one's free time, personal
energy, and ambition, attention was also given to personal study toward
teaching certificates and degrees. Manual work was also done as a team.
Hired help was unheard of, except in the large boarding schools.
Daily schedule: Rising year round was at 4:30 a.m.At 4:50 a.m. there
was morning prayer (a combination of devotional prayers and some litanies)
followed by half-hour of meditation (made standing), the "little
hours" of the Office of the Blessed Virgin, an hour's secular study
or class preparation made in community, then Mass and breakfast. At
5:15.p.m. there were vespers, compline, matins, and lauds of the Little
Office, followed by an hour "religious" study made in community,
15 minutes of spiritual reading in community (one brother read aloud
from an assigned book). At 7 p.m. the brothers ate supper in silence
with reading; they then had recreation in community until 8:15 p.m.,
at which time they recited evening prayer (similar in format to morning
prayer), and made ten minutes' examination of conscience (standing).
The office was recited entirely in L atin; morning and evening prayer
were partly in Latin, partly in French - with English gradually replacing
After evening prayer everyone was to retire immediately with "great
silence" holding sway until the beginning of the next school day.
Even though Saturday was a school day the brothers observed the fast
prescribed by the rule to honor the Blessed Virgin - only coffee and
dry bread for breakfast. (P.O. Box 197, Esopus, New York, 12429; fax:
FROM GERRY DONNELLAN ('63): Every time I receive Marists All, I resolve
to write a note and send a check. For me it is such a welcome connection
to my life as Marist that I look forward to each issue. Yes, I have
changed, gotten older, and my life has taken fascinating twists and
turns. When I think back to "my other life" it is always with
fondness and gratitude. My zest for learning and desire to make a difference
in the world in some small way, I do attribute to the values and "life
models" that I encountered as a Marist. I live in Massachusetts
and chuckle at the incarnations that Tyngsboro has gone through, now
a corporate training center for Boston University: Maybe a little "Marist
spirit" still lingering in the walls and floorboards of that old
place will rub off on the "corporate suits." Thank you-for
Marists All! (8 Minola Road #802, Lexington, 14a. 02421-5512; 781-861-1639
FROM PHIL CAPPIO ('74): Recently I was cutting the lawn of a large
church when I glanced back at the pattern of long lines left in the
newly cut grass. I was instantly transported back to Cold Spring and
my novitiate there in 1974, envisioning driving down the long hill along
the driveway on the big farm tractor, enjoying the views of the Nicholas
House, the lake below, and the surrounding hills. It was a "chore"
that I cherished and always looked forward to. I would feel exhilarated
by the whole experience, and would often break into song! From that
pleasant memory it wasn't hard to shift across the Hudson River and
remember the two and a half years I spent cutting lawns and even plowing
snow in Esopus. The great hill rolling down to the river from the mansion
was fun to cut in the summer and a thrill to toboggan in the winter.
You might want to sit back and relax because I feel myself getting
carried away with so many wonderful Marist memories. My own Marist connection
started way back in 1962 when I attended St. Mary's High in Manhasset,
my home town. Four fabulous years of cross country, track, intramurals,
canned food drives, mission days, and a wonderful exposure to some outstanding
educators, fine Christian men wearing the black cassock and the little
white rabat. My life was touched by really great teachers and coaches:
Kenneth Robert, Damian Eugene, Joe Alex, Lawrence Ephrem, Martin Thomas,
Ray Albert, and Thomas Joseph, T.J. to us. The Brothers were a big reason
why I headed up to Poughkeepsie to attend Marist College in the fall
In the middle of my sophomore year I headed over to Esopus where my
life was touched again in a very positive way by such great monks as
Berkie, Sylvan, Phil Robert, Bill Lavigne, and countless others. What
a great summer I spent in Highland as a VISTA volunteer with Leo Shea
The next summer we ran a recreation program in Kingston where I roomed
with Bob Corredine; we tried to break Declan in very gently when he
arrived to spend a few weeks as our director. One of my most wonderful
Marist memories was the summer of 1970 when Bill Boyd and I drove the
novitiate bus to Kentucky with the Children's Theatre production of
"The Wizard of Oz." There is a certain provincial whom I need
not name who made the trip as the wizard himself.
I could very easily go on about my years at Camp Marist, Christopher
Columbus High School, Roselle Catholic, etc., but I had best leave something
for the next time. Thank you, Gus, for including me on the list for
Marists All. Keep up the great work! Since today is the feast of the
Immaculate Conception, it is only proper that I wish Roy George a "Happy
Birthday." Thanks for the memories! (241. Katherine Street, Scotch
Plains, N. J. 07076)
FROM JOHN WILCOX ('57): For some time Sue and I have been thinking
about a move from Cross River, New York, across the state line to Connecticut.
High taxes, a house way too big for two people, electric heat, and lots
of lawn and leaves - all were contributing factors. We put our house
on the market in January of 1998, reluctantly, because we loved the
house and neighborhood and because it was chock full of memories. Hundreds
came to visit, but it was April and still no offers on our house. Finally
in June we got a concrete offer.
At that point the challenge was to find a house for us, certainly before
the end of the summer because the buyer wanted to move in before the
beginning of the new school year. We looked at two houses that we really
loved, but they were on the old side, and the building inspection revealed
too many problems. Finally we returned to a condo community which we
had looked at back in February, and there we found a house large enough
for us, our stuff, and our sometimes returning children - a colonial,
efficient, new, gas heat and fireplace, maintained community with a
clubhouse. We closed on August 24th.
It was a bittersweet moment, but the positives definitely outweigh
the negatives. We have very nice neighbors; social events in the clubhouse
help us get acquainted. When completed the development of Sterling Woods
will have seventy houses and three hundred town houses. It's a pretty
place high up on Beaver Mountain, and not bad for commuting to the University
of Bridgeport and to Manhattan College in Riverdale.
On the 5th of January we will be married twenty-five years. We have
so much to be very thankful for: wonderful family, three great kids,
friends. Thank God along with us for our blessings.(101 Logging Trail
Rd., Danbury, Ct. 06811; 203-730-9172)
Another excerpt from BROTHERS ARE PEOPLE ... by Brother John
Typical of the older Brothers, Br. Louis Viateur had a secret longing
to die on a Saturday because that day of the week was traditionally
set aside to honor Our Lady. Sure enough, during his last days Brother
Louis often inquired of Br. Luke Pearson, who was tending at his bedside
in Tyngsboro, what day it was. Luke innocently told him it was Monday.
When old Louie repeated the question the next day, Luke told him it
was Tuesday. At that juncture Brother Vincent Moriarty suggested to
Luke: "Why don't you tell him that it is Saturday? You know how
the old Brothers often say they would like to die on a Saturday."
So when the dying Brother asked the same persistent question on Wednesday,
Luke replied: "It's Saturday, Brother." Shortly after, Luke
had to go out on an errand. Upon his return, Vinny shocked Luke with
"Louie is dead! You killed him!"
EDITOR'S NOTE: After expenses of the present issue we will have
a balance of approximately $750, enough to cover two more issues, one
in May and another in August. Could we possibly get a flood of letters
as we move up to our 50th issue in November of 1999 - the completion
of 13 years of publishing Marists All?
GUS NOLAN and Liz are spending January through March at their newly
acquired winter home in Florida; write to them at 737 Bella Vista, Edgewater
Florida, 32141. Write to DAVID KAMMER at 476 LaPlaya, Edgewater.
Thanks to Brother Richard Rancourt for dealing with the printing and
the mailing of this issue from Marist College.