From BR. SEAN SAMMON (S.G.) to Gene Zirkel:
Many thanks for your thoughtful note and for your Christmas
greeting. I do an annual Christmas letter, but this year it will be
delayed a bit longer than usual. Many of the tasks that are necessary
in organizing the new General Administration are taking more time than
I anticipated. Most people tell me that is par for the course, but nonetheless,
Gene, I would love to join your session of the Marist
Institute of Spirituality this summer but cannot. I have a commitment
in Australia that predates the recent election and out of which I could
not squirm. I'd be happy to look at the other dates you sent once the
General Council meets for its plenary sessions in March/April/May and
works on the calendar for the next four years. So, if you'll give me
that space, I guarantee that I'll be back in touch and, if possible,
try to see my way to being with you for one of the Spirituality sessions.
John and Sue Wilcox and others have been telling me for years just how
good those days are for all involved.
The question of finding new models for all who cherish
Marcellin's dream was a major theme of our recent General Chapter. I
think that the WEB page with its almost daily announcements, opened
a new world of information to so many people. Single and married people
using a variety of models are very much involved with communities of
brothers throughout the world and in the ministry also.
I just spent the weekend here in Bolivia with all involved
in the District including a young married couple and several other laywomen
and men who are very much a part of the life of the District. They were
participating in the Province Assembly along with the brothers. Arturo
was a novice with us in Spain; his wife Tere has become more involved
with the brothers through Arturo. They have a baby, also Arturo, whose
presence was heard from time to time! He has a wonderful set of lungs!
In any event, the General Chapter has asked this new
General Government to do more work on the question of "lay partnership"
on the international level. My hope is that such action will encourage
more dialogue and interaction on the national level around the world,
particularly in countries where not a great deal has happened since
the Champagnat Movement of the Marist Family was introduced during the
late 1980s. It is clear that we cannot coordinate the many efforts underway
worldwide. My hope is, however, that we can become a resource to help
people on the national levels.
Since the time the Champagnat Movement of the Marist
Family was introduced in a number of countries throughout our world,
a strong movement has grown up. We can only see this as the action of
the Spirit in our time. I often think to myself that we have a new model
of Church here, one based on the concept of brothers and sisters together
rather than on models that are hierarchical.
Let me run. I just wanted to let you know that I'll
do what I can to get to one of the future Marist Institutes of Spirituality,
and that if it is possible for me to accommodate any of the dates you
mentioned, I'll be back in touch by the late Spring of this year. May
Mary, a woman who lived courageously in an uncertain time and who took
a chance on God, inspire us all during this exciting and, at times,
troubling era of change. Blessings and affection. Sean
From BR. HUGH TURLEY ('54): I have just received
word that Dr. Jacob Birnbaum died October 11th at the age of 101. Doctor
Birnbaum did dental work for the Brothers and boarders at the Mount
for many, many years. I was notified of Doctor Birnbaum's death by Theresa
Cuonzo, a close neighbor. Paulette Karas and I visited with Doctor Birnbaum
and Mrs. Cuonzo in the Bronx two or three years ago. The doctor had
no family. He spent his final days quietly at home. His good neighbor,
Mrs. Cuonzo, made sure he was properly cared for during his final years
and days. Pat Magee will be better able to give greater details about
Dr. Birnbaum's help at the Mount. I'll tell Dave Kammer and Gus Nolan
for Marists All; many of the former monks will remember Doctor Birnbaum
fondly. (10114 South Leavitt Street, Chicago IL 60643; email@example.com)
From MARTY LANG ('47): I'll tell you what was
going through my mind when Anne and I attended the memorial service
for the deceased brothers last November 1st. My first thought on walking
through the entrance to the "English Village" in Esopus was Brother
Leonard Voegtle. Back in the heady days of Vatican II he and I
as grad students had struck up a friendship at Catholic U in Washington.
Last year after the memorial Mass at this same time Anne and I had visited
Leonard in the hospital in Kingston. Len was recovering from yet another
bout with his illness. He was sitting peacefully reading some prayers
in a chair against a window with a spectacular view of the mountains
in the distance. Clearly a man soundly at peace with himself and with
his condition. As he explained the prognosis offered by the doctors
in his usual dispassionate way, he seemed almost to surprise himself
by telling us, "You know, I could die from this." But it was a momentary
thought, already long ago digested. We went on to other things.
A year later as we stood before his grave, still new
enough that it was not fully integrated into the cemetery with proper
sod and headstone, I said a prayer, but it was not for him but to him.
We placed our carnations among the many others on his grave. A glance
in any and every direction at headstone names brought back a flood of
memories, faces, and stories from the past.
In the memorial liturgy held now each year in Esopus
around All Souls Day the brothers have introduced a touching new tradition.
Brothers from the metropolitan area, along with former brothers and
their spouses, come together to celebrate the lives of their friends
and companions buried at the Marist cemetery. It is certainly a "Marists
All" occasion. As we walked to the cemetery saying the rosary with the
bell tolling, I was swept back to the two long black lines stretching
from the Provincial House in Poughkeepsie, across the Water Works Road,
and past the Scholasticate, the mournful bell tolling, as we made our
way to the white walled cemetery beyond the old novitiate. In spite
of that type of funeral, patterned out of the French countryside, as
Leonard used to joke, we didn't miss an hour of class, back to our desks
by 9 a.m. Those were unusual days for us bright eyed youngsters plucked
out of Brooklyn, the Bronx, and the hinterlands. As the old French brothers
passed away, a new wave of life flowed over Poughkeepsie, filled with
serious yet mischievous youngsters, as one author wrote about the Irish
monks, living as if the days of life came in an endless supply.
At this year's service I saw a brother about my age
and wondered why I didn't know him. In fact, he didn't recognize me
either. We found out that we were in the same group! He was Brother
Alfred George who spent most of his life in the missions. It must have
been forty years since we had seen each other. Another member of our
group Brother Marty Healy was there, a fellow 50th anniversary graduate
of Marist College. He was on crutches, recuperating from a fall. The
brothers graciously served lunch to all present and with the buoyancy
of the living we had a great time breaking bread together and catching
up on the old stories.(295 Fairfield West Road, Fairfield CT 06432-2743;
From TOM (Andrew Thomas) DOTTINGER ('54): I will
write something soon. I guess that I may be trying to keep up my reputation
from novitiate days of being the last one in the door. In Tyngsboro
Brother Pius Victor, the Master of Novices, appointed me bell ringer
to try to get me to activities on time. (25 Sumpwams Place, Babylon
NY 11702-3917; AndyH537@aol.com)
From BR. BRENDAN BRENNAN ('56): The attached
piece was written by Allan Stevo, a '97 graduate of Marist High School,
Chicago. The piece was given to me by Allan's father who suggested that
there might be a value in publishing it in Marist circles. Allan's brother
John of the class of '99 was one of six who traveled to Rome for the
canonization of St. Marcellin. What gives added meaning to this piece
is that both Allan and John, as well as their dad are Lutherans.
Greetings from Rome In one of my pieces of mail, I noticed
a picture of a chubby statue with a caption saying something about Marcellin
Champagnat. Then during my travels to the Vatican I endeavored to see
I met several American tour guides who chased me away
with their insistences that all of the statues on the exterior of St.
Peter's Basilica are from the 15th century. They assured me that no
one would add to them. Several times I passed through the Vatican, always
flagging down a tour guide, but I still didn't have my answers. Remembering
how kind the Swiss Guard had been to me earlier, I decided to consult
them again. "Go to Religious Information inside the post office," was
one guard's response. Sitting behind the Religious Information desk
was a little elderly nun who spoke neither English nor Spanish, making
verbal communication challenging. I drew a picture of St. Peter's Basilica,
drew a stick figure of a little man, and then wrote "Marcellin Champagnat."
Before I finished writing the name, a light bulb went off in her head.
She got out of her seat behind the desk and asked the postal teller
if he spoke English. He shook his head. She motioned for me to follow
She walked two paces ahead of me through a gate guarded
by the Swiss Guard, and then corrected them when they stopped me. There
was no conversation between us as she hobbled over the cobblestone incline.
It appeared very difficult for her. I began to feel blindly cared for
by this old stranger. As we turned the outside wall of a rotunda, she
pointed up and said something. I followed with my eyes to where her
finger was pointing. The clean white statue of Champagnat peered out
from its niche on the wall. After I nodded to signal that I had finished
my appreciation of the statue, she gestured toward the many empty openings
on the wall for statues. "Only three," she said, holding up three fingers.
She motioned around the rotunda to two others. It seems they have been
there a while since both had been damaged by the pollution. "Santa Brigida,"
she said as she pointed and held up one finger. "Santa Caterina," she
pointed with two fingers; "E Santo Marcellino," she pointed with the
third. I felt very proud, but did not understand why Champagnat was
Again the little old nun walked me through the Swiss
Guard, and as we reentered the crowd she looked back as if to say goodbye.
My request for her name must have been Latinate enough at least for
me to understand. She responded "No importa," then with a clever smile
on her face she added "Informazzion" as if that was her name. I thanked
her and she moved on.
The following day I met Brothers Gerry Brereton and
Sean Sammon at the Marist General House in Rome. I told them the story
of the nun and how Champagnat's statue was one of three that were obviously
in a place of honor. "What makes him so important?" I asked. My curiosity
was both appeased and strengthened when they told me that in the eyes
of the Catholic hierarchy, Marcellin Champagnat is one of the most important
saints because of his work in building a church across international
boundaries. This is the reason that out of those many spots for statues,
only three are filled, and one is filled by Champagnat. --- Allan Stevo,
Marist High School, Chicago, '97.
From RICHARD FOY'S Web Site: "THE
MARIST BROTHERS AND ESOPUS"
"The first year: 1942 - 1943"
My brother Peter and I arrived at Esopus just before
lunch on Monday, August 3, 1942. Brother Gabriel Vincent, the New York
recruiter, drove us from our home in the Bronx. Earlier Brother Joseph
Damian had spoken to our eighth grade class at St. Francis of Rome,
and I signed one of the cards he left. I heard nothing until mid July,
when Brother Gabriel, whom I knew later of course as Gabe, appeared
at our door. I was in bed with pneumonia, and my brother was in the
other bedroom with the mumps. My aunt told Gabe to wait until she straightened
my room; when my aunt came out of the room, there was no Gabe. He had
moved right into my brother's room, shown him a movie of the Juniorate,
and signed him up to study to be a Marist. My aunt told Brother Gabriel
that he had spoken to the wrong person, so Gabe trotted into my room
and repeated his performance.
On arriving at Esopus, Peter and I were the tallest
and smallest of the students; my brother at 6'4" and me at 4'11" and
12 years old. Peter had spent a year at Regis, a Jesuit scholarship
school, but was turned off with its concentration on language skills;
I was scheduled to attend Mount St. Michael. We were among the first
of the 'newcomers' in Esopus. We were introduced at the beginning of
lunch and welcomed by the 'oldtimers' who earlier had moved from the
old Juniorate in Poughkeepsie. For the first month or so we ate at the
super's house, later known as Holy Rosary. The Episcopal Church had
operated a convalescent home on the property and had set up a kitchen
and dining room in that house. Later we would move to the mansion, after
the kitchen in that house had been modified to feed a larger group of
For several days I kept looking for the pool that I
had seen in Gabe's movie. Finally, John Paul Frank, an oldtimer, took
me aside and explained that the movie had been filmed in Poughkeepsie.
The first afternoon all of us went down to the river to swim. Brother
John Patrick was the prefect. We changed in the boathouse and then jumped
off the dock. I was happy as a lark, for my aunt had given strict instructions
that I was not to swim, yet nobody stopped me. Later, Brother Gabriel
told me he had come down to the dock, saw me in the water, realized
it was too late, and forgot to issue the warning to the authorities.
Nobody told me the Hudson River was a tidal river. I jumped off the
center of the dock and was carried upstream when I fully expected to
go downstream. I spent what seemed like hours struggling to reach the
center of the dock where there were two ladders. I was too proud to
ask for help, and did not want to swim to the shore above the dock,
as we had been warned about snakes on the rocks.
Swimming in August carried worries and joys. One worry
was the amount of seaweed or grasses which accumulated and moved up
and down the river. One tried to avoid swimming into these. A fun thing
was when the Hudson River Dayline passed by, making a large wake. It
was "everybody in for the rollers". Another trick was swimming underwater.
We ran contests to see who could swim farthest. I remember Eddie Vollmer
diving off the dock and not surfacing. Brother John got very worried.
Finally Eddie surfaced about 200 feet offshore. After that the contests
The Hudson can be dangerous. When lightning got close,
we would all take shelter under the eave of the boathouse, or inside
the boathouse, and watch as the storm came down river and finally past
us. Peter Foy remembers watching lightening strike the river on the
east side, and being leery to go in the water afterward. Later I understood
Washington Irving's stories of the men bowling in the Catskills, as
thunder arose very suddenly.
Brother Ulrich Chanel Lambert, our cook at the time,
now reminds me that during one of those sudden storms, he and Brother
Richard Alban, one of our teachers, took a rowboat out into the river
and got caught by the storm. They disappeared from our view. When the
storm passed, they found themselves downstream near the Holy Cross Monastery.
There was a gazebo on the southern part of the dock.
If you weren't swimming, you could sit there in the shade. The gazebo
was used as a buffet center during picnics. If the picnic was in the
evening, we would build a fire, and Brother Francis Xavier, over from
Poughkeepsie, would regale us with spooky stories. The one I remember
most was about the phantom of the opera, probably appropriately sanitized
to eliminate the romantic elements. That story was so scary and extended
that it took two nights to finish. With only a flickering fire to light
us, the setting was perfect. -- until it was time to walk up the hill
to the dormitories. Brother John had the only flashlight, so if you
would straggle in the dark, your imagination would quintuple the fright.
Often when we sat on the dock, we watched LST's, manufactured
in Kingston, go down the Hudson. Their trip down to New York City was
a trial run as well as a delivery. We also saw sand and gravel barges
heading downstream. We could see freight trains moving along the east
bank of the Hudson. One recreation was to count the cars, then compare
the count with our fellow students to determine who was right. In 1945
we went down to the dock to watch the train carrying President Roosevelt's
body to Hyde Park. If you went upstairs in the boathouse using a circular
staircase, you could walk out on a little porch which looked south over
the dock to Hyde Park.
Brother Linus William was our Master of Juniors. He
had come to this assignment in Esopus from the house of studies at Catholic
University, where he studied for a master's degree in mathematics. He
had a flair for the dramatic, and a temper to match. But he was also
genuinely considerate of us all. He had grown up in the Irish section
of Harlem and well understood the backgrounds of lower middle class
boys like ourselves. As Master of Juniors Linus was a distinct break
from a pattern that had maintained leadership in the hands of native
Frenchmen, Canadians from Quebec, or French Canadian brothers from New
England. Superiors in Europe distrusted American culture and were reluctant
to pass authority into the hands of the American brothers, particularly
those with no background in French language.
When we were still eating in the super's house, Brother
Kieran Thomas Brennan appeared on the scene at lunch along with Brother
James Bernard. For his slight build he had a fierce look. He and James
Bernard were probably dismayed and furious at being exiled to the Juniorate
from a regular high school, but they were part of Linus' drive for young,
VISIT THE SITE FROM WHICH THIS EXCERPT IS ADAPTED:
Richard Foy would like others to send him first hand
stories, even vignettes, of later years in the history of the Marist
Juniorate in Esopus. He would also like to have essays on the years
the Esopus property was dominantly a novitiate or scholasticate or retreat
house or summer camp. . Mail to: Richard Foy, 717 Washington Avenue,
Chappaqua NY 10514-3309
--- or you may e-mail to: firstname.lastname@example.org
FromPat Zirkel: MARIST LAITY NAME SERVICE
Laity and religious associated with the four Marist
congregations met at Marist House Retreat Center in Framingham, Massachusetts,
this past October. Their objective was to discuss collaboration among
the various Marist lay groups.
Father Ed Keel (sm) called the Framingham meeting in
response to evaluations of the First National Conference of Marist Laity
(November 2000, New Orleans) which indicated that many of the more than
140 participants wished to have enhanced contact and deeper sharing
with other Marist laity, as well as access to resource materials and
help in doing Mary's work.
At the end of the weekend, an exploratory service committee
was set up to facilitate ongoing communication among all lay Marists.
Appointed to the new committee were the following seven people associated
with the four branches of vowed Marists: the priests, brothers, sisters,
and missionary sisters. The committee members can be reached as follows:
The service committee will be organizing a number of sub-committees.
One will work on the existing web page (www.maristlaity.org); another
will work toward a second National Laity Conference. We need YOU, the
Marist laity, to help identify other needs. DO YOU WANT TO HELP? Why
not forward your ideas to us? Do you have any material that you would
like to share with other lay Marists? We seek, encourage, and welcome
the participation of all. This could be the beginning of great things
for Marist laity. (6 Brancatelli Court, West Islip NY 11795-2502; 631-669-0273)
From ED CASTINE ('50): Last night I downloaded
the latest issue of Marists All and proceeded, as usual, to read it
from beginning to end. Thanks again to those responsible for keeping
it published and for the great web sites for both "The Marist Brothers"
and for "Marists All." Many thanks especially to Dave, Gus, and Richie
After completing my reading of the newsletter, I decided
it was time to get a note off for the next issue. I had hoped to do
this before the pre-holiday issue, but missed the chance. Be that as
it may, Maureen and I hope that everyone had a Blessed Christmas and
that the New Year will be rich with blessings. We have had a rather
unusual year 2001, so here are some details.
We loaded our 5th Wheel RV trailer and pickup truck
on January 3, 2001 and left home for an extended trip to Texas, particularly
St. Joseph Academy in Brownsville. It took us about a week to get there
as we visited friends and sites along the way. The weather we experienced
was so cold, many times below freezing, that we had to have neighbors
send us winter clothing via Fed Ex! We remained in Brownsville for three
weeks, and while there we frequently visited the Brothers, faculty and
school. Everyone made us feel most welcome. We were happy to find how
well the school is doing and to learn of the great plans for the future.
The plans to open a school for underprivileged children in the 6th,
7th, and 8th grades in September 2002 are great and we heartily endorse
the project. If I am not mistaken, it will be centered in the school
that was formerly the Our Lady of Guadalupe School on the grounds of
the parish of the same name. Maureen and I were parishioners there and
served in various ministries. The parish certainly was and is in a poor
area. The weekly offerings at Mass were barely 15% of the offerings
that are made in our current parish in Lantana, Florida. Regardless,
the people there formed a friendly Christian Community. The projected
school and ministry certainly would fall into the ideals of St. Marcellin
Leaving Brownsville, we headed for San Antonio and Dallas
for brief visits and then made our way back to Florida, arriving about
the end of March. A few days after Easter, we again took to the road
and headed Northeast. Among our objectives were Marist College and the
Marist property in Esopus, hoping to visit with Brother Leonard. Unfortunately
we received news of his death and were greatly saddened by the loss
of a long time friend and colleague. Leonard and I were in a group of
some 23 sophomores who began in Marist Prep in 1947. Maureen and I did
get to Esopus and visited Leonard's grave as well as that of Brother
Pat Tyrell. Pat and Anthony Louis trained Bill McNamara and me in the
fine art of cooking for the novices and postulants. That year's experience
still serves me well. Maureen and I walked through the cemetery, prayerfully
recalling memories of those either I or both of us knew. It is truly
holy ground; visiting there has a profound and unique effect. After
speaking with Brother Don Nugent and a visit to the chapel, we resumed
our journey to New Hampshire.
In Littleton, New Hampshire, we were part of a program
for a KOA Kamp called "Workampers." In exchange for part time assistance
running the camp you receive a free campsite, utilities and cable TV.
We worked there from the end of April to the day after Labor Day. If
there are any RVers among Marists All who are considering this program,
investigate thoroughly. Our program turned out to be more work than
camping. While there, we made a trip to Camp Marist, which I had not
seen since sometime in the mid-sixties. The changes were quite dramatic.
We did get to see some of the monks, among them Brothers Ken Robert,
Louis Richard, and Alphonse Matuga. Brother Alphonse was my algebra
teacher at St. Ann's; he got me on my way to becoming a math major and
teacher. Maureen and I also visited the retreat center on the camp property
and met Brothers Frank Farrell and James Ryan there. It was great seeing
the monks and the camp. Perhaps someday the camp would be interested
in our help in some capacity.
Gil Levesque's pieces in recent issues of the newsletter
brought back lots of memories, especially about Tyngsboro. Bill McNamara
and I broke in Gil and Dan Proulx as our successor cooks for the novitiate.
Dan lives a short distance from us now; we see him and Mary from time
to time. By the way, Gil, that great shop Brother Peter Anthony had
was electrically driven and produced some of the finest pieces of oak
furniture; the tractor and buzz saw were used at the saw mill. Pat Gallagher's
reference to Tyngsboro and his visit there just scratched the surface.
How about a more extensive description in a later edition, Pat. Congratulations,
prayers and best wishes to the Jublilarians listed in the last edition.
Ad Multos Annos! (2856 Cambridge Road, Lantana Fl 33462-3815; 561-642-0335;
The latest from BRIAN DESILETS ('45)
… on THE MARIST COLLEGE HERITAGE PROJECT
Richard Foy and Brian Desilets are spearheading an effort
to document digitally the heritage of Marist College, especially the
contributions of the Marist Brothers to the foundation and development
of the college, lest in time the Marist Brothers' role in the college
will be forgotten, as can be seen from the following anecdote:
A student was showing the campus to a group of prospective
students and their parents. When they got to Champagnat Hall one of
the parents asked the student who Champagnat was. Said the student,
"Oh, he was some rich guy who donated the money to build the dorm."
I continue generating web pages on all phases of the
college development: the pre-Marist period from the purchase of the
land by Ed Bech in 1853; the early Marist era from 1905/08 to1929; the
normal school period, 1929-1943; then phases led by Marist College Presidents
Brother Paul Ambrose, Richard Foy, and Dennis Murray. I seek assistance
getting data from many sources, especially from the Brothers. The work
of audio interviews goes on. About a dozen of the interviews have already
been put on CD's. I have located a large cache of slides and photos
in the admissions department at the college, perhaps a few thousand
slides and a file cabinet of photos. These are all available to us.
I have put about 800 of them in catalogs, and Rich Foy is starting to
put in key words and comments. We need texts or at least links to texts.
We hope to recruit help in this effort. I expect to set things up for
someone to work from home.
Right now I am hoping to recruit Brothers interested
in helping by working with the archives in Esopus. One really important
part of this is digging out biographical information on the Brothers
buried in the Poughkeepsie cemetery. We have scanned their images. Now
we would like to be able to make a statement on what part each of them
had in the foundation and development of the college. We want to make
available information which will document the role the Marist Brothers
played in the history of Marist College. If we don't document this information,
these men will simply be names on a granite slab next to the McCann
Center. I would like to do the same documentation for the Esopus cemetery,
incorporating in the Marist College web pages those who were directly
associated with the college.
We would like to gather other pertinent data, such as
information on the Brothers who taught at St. Peter's and lived on the
Marist College property, what the property was used for from 1908 until
it became the scholasticate and normal school in 1929, and any other
information which might shed light on the evolution of the college property.
You may visit the on-going creation of web pages by going to our web
site, which is under construction at: http://www.ecommerce.marist.edu/GMCproject/hermitage/hermitage.html
PHONE AREA CODES: Our web site www.ecommerce.marist.edu/foy/maristsall
has several data bases available to our readers: e-mail addresses, postal
addresses, and phone numbers of our Marist contacts. May we ask your
help in keeping these updated. At the moment we are aware that there
are many phone areas that have been expanded. If your area code has
been changed lately, please send us your new number. You might check
our web site to see what area code we now have for you. Thank you.
DECEASED We have word that Edward Bischof (William
Arthur '50) died in early January. Ed had lived in Ft. Lauderdale for
many years and worked there in carpentry. Several years ago he returned
to his native Wheeling with cancer, expecting to die within several
months. He lived on for two years. We hear he is survived only by a
brother and a sister.
From FRANK (Donald Martin) THOMPSON ('44):
A brief note from one who has enjoyed Marists All from the beginning.
I was sad to hear of Brother Adolph Leo's passing. As Bernie Garrett
noted, not many of us are left, yet because we were a large group we
have more than expected alive and well. I am the Director of the Facilitator
Center at Pace University and one of our contracts with the State Education
Department makes me the Facilitator for non public schools. Thus, I
often have contacts with the monks. I enjoy that very much. More to
follow. I will write again soon as I wish to comment on some recent
writings. Thanks to Gus and Dave.(79 Vineland Road, Mahopac NY 10541-1263;
Another CHALLENGE: Where were they? When? We
present this feature, not only as a challenge to stir our minds, but
also as an occasion to remember fondly the friends behind the names.
The answers to the "Challenge" in our issue #63 of August 2001: the
left column was a list of those brothers assigned to Bayonne for school
year 1963-64; the right column listed those assigned to Manhasset, 1961-62.
(Br. Francis Bernard '49, sorry that we failed to include you in that
Manhasset list! And Br. Robert [Lopez '59] should have been to the left
Below are additional sets of provincial assignments
to two Marist communities. Can you identify the communities?
Do you know the year of the assignments?
Recognize the names?