X. (Barney) SHERIDAN ('55):
‘My Cousin Vinny’ POISELLA urged me to write for the newsletter,
so I will. Personal notes:
I retired from social work and now work as a hospital chaplain at Cabrini
Medical Center, also interning at Beth Israel, where classmate Brother
JAMES ADAMS is a full-time chaplain.
My wife Anne is about to retire from the NYC Board of Ed.
Son ROBERT, his wife CAROLE and their one-year-old LUCAS FRANCIS
XAVIER live in the Bronx. Daughter
ROSEMARY is getting her Masters in England.
Writing this time, however, I want to go beyond the personal
notes to write about DMORT, the World Trade Center morgue on First Avenue
and 30th Street.
As a volunteer Red Cross chaplain, I have
had the opportunity to meditate on the reality of the 9/11 tragedy as
I do shifts at the morgue. There
are 2830 people missing/dead from 9/11.
However, there are more than 15,000 body parts at DMORT.
Every one is tested for DNA and matched against a database.
The base line information is from previous DNA testing, or testing
on the missing person’s hairbrush, toothbrush and such, or from genetic
testing of the missing person’s parents/children.
Further sources of identification include finger printing and
dental records. Investigation
of clothing, rings, identification cards in wallets provides collateral
information. Members of
service (police, firemen, and paramedics) are easier to identify due
to better records. Civilians
are more difficult, and foreigners are most difficult.
It is assumed that someday there will have to be a common burial
of unidentified remains.
The actual examination tables are set up
in a large enclosed space half way between the FDR and First Avenue. Remains are somewhat mummified, of a grey/brown color; they
weigh about 1/3 of the person’s weight due to dehydration. A forensic anthropologist, police property detectives, and
a medical examiner function in that space.
A large number of detectives are also licensed morticians by
training. DNA samples are
taken for testing here. In
other labs finger print and dental detectives do their work.
The officers are extremely professional and much admired.
Their work is very wearing.
As tough as the work is, the environment seems more sterile than
the temporary morgue at ground zero or at the land fill site on Staten
Island where detectives sift the WTC debris for human remains.
DMORT includes Memorial Park, a large white
tent a few stories high that can be seen from the FDR Drive around 30th
Street. It stands on an
asphalt field. The loading
doors of 18 refrigerated trailers stick through the walls of the tent.
Flowers and flags are the only decorations. One trailer is empty and two trailers are used for remains
from the airbus tragedy that took place in Queens in November 2001.
Of the 15 WTC trailers two are used for remains identified from
members of service; they have a fairly fast release time to families
and burial. The other 13
trailers contain remains of civilians, with most parts unidentified.
They are getting close to the bottom of ground zero; there probably
will not be a great number of new findings.
At each delivery of civilian remains
the chaplains say a prayer. When
the remains of members of one of the services arrive, there is a short
ceremony where all police officers, correction officers, fire fighters,
and others on the site line up to receive the remains.
The chaplain says a short prayer and a flag-folding ceremony
takes place. If the remains
of a member of service have been identified over at the temporary morgue
at ground zero, members of the home unit are notified ahead of time
and are often present to meet the remains.
Part of the chaplain’s function is to be present for these folks
also. Since 9/11 there
have also been volunteer Jewish ‘shomers’ (vigil keepers) on duty 24/7,
praying constantly. They
are very inspiring.
What does it all mean?
Well, I hope the presence of chaplain and shomers in the midst
of such evidence of terrorism and death is a continuing sign of the
sacredness of the human body.
And I hope the work of many caring people results in closure
of the painful journey for many families.
Sometimes it’s easier to block out 9/11 as a past historical
event. However, the truth
is we have been changed. We
can’t avoid facing the horror of the tragedy.
We have to explore the mystery of the presence of God in the
experience of the WTC. Sometimes
I just walk back and forth in Memorial Park and meditate/pray, as we
did this summer in the cemetery in Esopus.
Tonight I went onto the roof of our building here in Manhattan
and gazed at the two blue pillars of light shining into the sky from
ground zero, a sign of remembrance and rebirth in the heavens.
It's like a prayer reaching up.
Father Mychel Judge, the Franciscan priest, Fire Department chaplain
who died at the WTC, used to say this prayer:
"Lord, take me where you want me to go.
Let me meet the people you want me to meet.
Help me say the things you want me to say.
And then, Lord, keep me out of your way." (626 East 20th
St. #9A, New York NY 10009-1515; 212-529-2257; firstname.lastname@example.org)
BR. HANK HAMMER ('75):
I would like to have my name and email address included on
the Marists All web site. My
preferred email address is email@example.com.
I am attaching a copy of Marist
Evangelization Update. If
there is anything there that you want to use in Marists All,
feel free to do so. If
anyone would like to be put on the email list for the Marist Evangelization
newsletter, please contact me.
Evangelization is the broad term we are using to describe our work with
Marist schools and Marist youth.
In the schools we are looking closely at what it means to be
Marist and Catholic today. We
spend quite a bit of time looking at the Marist heritage and charism
and how it is shared and lived out by the men and women who minister
in Marist schools. With the kids we are trying to build an identity of what it
means for a young person to be "Marist" and how she or he
would live a life as a Marist Youth.
It is very exciting and energizing work.
Thanks for all the work you and your team put into Marists
All. What I do with Marist Evangelization is only possible because
of the work that all of you have done before me.
I am humbled and grateful.
(10114 South Leavitt Street, Chicago IL 60643; 773-239-4116)
MARIST BROTHERS celebrate
50 Years in KOBE The
2001-2002 school year marks the 50th anniversary of Marist
Brothers International School in Kobe, Japan.
After the 1995 earthquake we existed in temporary classrooms
for some time. In 1998
a beautiful new MBIS was opened.
Brothers Joseph Yoshida, Augustine Landry, and Ramon Bereicua
make up the Marist Brothers’ presence in Kobe.
Gus and Joseph are members of the school's board, with Gus serving
as its chairman. Last August
Br. Hank Hammer traveled to Kobe to present workshops to the entire
faculty. The spirit of
Marist Education is alive and well in Kobe.
Update, Dec. 2001)
From DON MULCARE
('57): Marists All
features letters that share memories, tell stories, or provide news.
This piece asks for advice. I
summon the corporate wisdom of the readership to help me think through
an impending change in my life.
On 1 June 2003, after 34 years in a state institution, I will
be out in the real world. What
will I do and where will I go?
When you wonder which state institution, you might think, "It's
a prison or a mental hospital."
You would be close. All
that really matters is that I will be pensioned off and on the streets
looking for an occupation. Back
in my college days I became certified as a secondary school teacher,
but have never taught in high school.
Maybe it is time that I put my education and biology courses
The readership of Marists All includes many present
and retired secondary school educators; what advice would they offer
to a newly retired person who is considering "secondary" education
as a "second" career?
I have been watching freshmen come to the university from high
schools and have wondered what is going on.
My plan is to reverse the trend and go from the university to
the high school to see what is happening to these students.
I realize that I will have to get in shape because I
will have to spend hours on my feet and will use my voice more extensively
to communicate the wonders of biology.
Dealing with 14 to 18 year-olds will be a challenge. I have even
investigated a local Catholic high school, shadowing the science faculty
for five school days. I
went with the debate team for a competition and judged three rounds.
The students were polite and attentive to their instructors.
Although some of the faculty members seemed to be as young as
the students, other faculty members were about my age, including retired
public high school teachers and a biochemist, with a Ph.D. and with
connections to institutions like Brown University and Providence College.
I had a chance to contact some of the readers of Marist All.
Ray seems to be enjoying himself in a Catholic high school after
retiring from a public high school career.
John, as a superintendent, thought my background would be of
use and perhaps in demand. With
any luck I will substitute teach in the near future to get a realistic
view. I am excited about
Today one of my Gerontology students told me of a visit
to Florida during which someone asked her, "Why would you ever
leave Massachusetts for Florida?" Another person in the same discussion said, "Stay away
from Arizona. It is so
hot that the roads melt in the summer and you can only go outside in
the morning or evening."
So, readers of Marists All from Florida, Arizona, Massachusetts
and elsewhere, where is a great place to live and maybe teach in a high
school, and where is a place that you think we should all stay away
I had a chance to talk with Brother Joseph Belanger
at the last two Marist Family Institutes in Poughkeepsie about his trip
to China as an English expert.
are missionary groups that send people all over the world.
I have spoken with a Peace Corps recruiter.
A return to a university faculty is not out of the question,
but it would have to be at a new location.
I suppose Nancy and I could rent out the house.
What would we do with the cat?
I do not believe in retirement, and am ready for
a new career. What did
you do or what would you do in this situation?
If you have any answers to these questions, I would love to hear
from you. Perhaps we could
get together at the Marist Family Institute of Spirituality this July
11-14 at Marist College, Poughkeepsie.
God bless. (7 Staffon Road, Fairhaven MA 02719-4214; 508-994-8605;
VOLCANIC ERUPTION DEVASTATES MARIST SCHOOL IN
12th we e-mailed the following message to GMC people.
We include it in this issue so that those receiving paper copies
may be aware of the Marist situation in Goma.
Brother Sean Sammon, S.G., has written an urgent letter
to the brothers of the provinces regarding the tragedies in Goma, Congo.
We have a note from the province suggesting that we might be
interested in forwarding that letter to those on the Marists All list.
Sean himself has welcomed the idea.
(We now share some of Sean's letter to us and follow that with
his letter to the brothers, cut somewhat to fit!).
"I was touched by your willingness to circulate
the letter among the members of Marists All, and I understand completely
your policy of usually not doing so.
Blessings and love. Sean"
OFFICE OF THE
4 February 2002
The news coming out of Goma, Congo, on the night of January 17th,
2002, was chilling. The
damage from the volcanic eruption was extensive.
In several districts neighborhoods were devastated with the exception
of an occasional house left intact.
We can be thankful that more lives were not lost.
An eruption of the volcano that occurred several years ago claimed
more than 2000 lives. This
time the lava flows spared human lives but destroyed not only everything
in their path, but also became the trigger for several explosions.
The Marist Brothers College of Mwanga and the brothers’
community residence were greatly affected.
Except for eleven classrooms and two offices the loss was complete.
Brother Richard Mutumwa, the Superior of
the District, was out of the area when the volcano erupted but cancelled
his planned activities to rush back to Goma.
We asked him to guide those of us in the General Administration
that we could be present in ways that would offer relief. Richard asked
that Brother Théoneste Kalisa, a member of the General Council, be made
available to assist them in the task of planning relief efforts.
The General Administration discussed three
proposals developed by the District Council and finally agreed to be
involved in helping our brothers raise funds necessary to support one
of those proposals, a tent school to be set up quickly to help ensure
that the students, at least 700 served by our Brothers, would have a
chance to complete their academic year.
But brothers, I write this evening to ask
your assistance in funding the Tent School Project that our brothers
plan to set up. Three rationales
support establishing this project:
To provide the students enrolled in the diocesan-owned but Marist-administered
and staffed school with the possibility of finishing their current scholastic
2. To bring some hope into
the lives of the young people affected by this natural disaster and, thus, witness to
the mercy of God and act in keeping with our charism.
To assist the local Church by continuing to be an effective apostolic
presence in Goma during a period subsequent
to the volcanic eruption.
also agreed to work personally to organize help for the families of
our brothers affected directly by this natural disaster.
Many were without a place to live.
I plan assistance from the General Administration coupled with
efforts our brothers themselves will make to assist the families.
A few additional facts that will help us
understand the nature and scope of this proposed program, which involves
setting up a fully functioning school that would be housed in tents. Such structures will allow us to get to work immediately, and
thus significantly limit the length of time students will be out of
school as a result of the eruption.
The program will have some initial funding from an Italian based
agency, but we Marists will carry the bulk of the project’s costs.
I have listed below the cost of each aspect of the program as
estimated by the Council of our brothers in Congo.
The total to be provided by Marists is $170,400.
All funds for
this program that have their source with the Marist Brothers will be
coordinated and administered through our International Solidarity Bureau
(BIS) under the direction of Brother Allen Sherry.
As has been our practice in recent years, all funds will be released
in phases, providing ample time for reporting the actual usage of the
So, brothers, I ask you to consider this request for financial assistance
in a prayerful way, and urge you to be as generous as you can.
We are in solidarity with our brothers in Congo in prayer already.
Helping financially will be another strong sign of our commitment
to the spirit of solidarity that has grown and flourished in our Institute
in recent years.
Thank you for
whatever help you may be able to provide toward the Tent School Project.
May the qualities we so cherish in Mary—courage in uncertain
times, a radical openness to God’s will, and an ability to bring Jesus
to our world in plain and simple ways—be evident in each of us.
Blessings and affection
Brother Sean Sammon, FMS,
letter is followed by a chart of projected expenses, showing that $170,400
must come from Marist sources; that amount is mainly for the tents,
desks, textbooks and other student needs.
We understand that contributions, clearly marked for Goma, may be sent
to Br. Hugh Turley at 4200 West 115th Street, Chicago IL 60655; 773-881-5343;
From BR. FRANCISCO
CASTELLANOS ('51): I
am Brother Francisco, better known as "Franco" to most of
the Brothers in the States. After
15 years working in Japan, I taught at Marist High School in Chicago. Then I went to Spain where I served in various ministries from
community superior to school secretary.
Now I am at the General House in Rome, doing translation and
secretarial work for the Institute.
I have been here for the last four years.
I send best wishes to all the persons who might remember me and
also to all the participants in this interesting newsletter project.
(Piazza M. Champagnat, 2; C.P. 10250; 00144, Rome, Italy; firstname.lastname@example.org)
STRANG ('53): As I
am receiving the newsletter by e-mail, perhaps a few bucks can be saved
by not sending me the paper copy.
I am beginning my fourth year at Heald College in Salinas, California.
I teach four sections of Communications, am chair of the General
Education Department, and am about to become a teacher mentor.
One of my fondest memories of St. Joseph's Novitiate is sitting
with Leo Richard and watching the Master of Novices, Brother Pius Victor,
sit unflinchingly as a fly crawled across his face.
Leo and I could not stop laughing.
We were both asked to leave the hall.
My new e-mail address is: email@example.com.
(Box 857, Pacific Grove CA 93950; 831-375-8672)
ANNUAL MARIST FAMILY INSTITUTE OF SPIRITUALITY will be held at Marist
College in Poughkeepsie from Thursday evening to Sunday after lunch,
July 11th to 14th, 2002.
The theme for this year's gathering is:
Responding to the
Will of God.
The cost for room and 9 meals
is $350 for a double or $230 for a single.
To assure a place you must
do the following before
Tuesday June 11th, 2002:
1. Send a deposit of $100
by writing a check to Larry Keogh and sending it to:
KEOGH, 17125 W. 145th St., Lockport IL 60441, 815-838-1570,
2. Inform Larry
if you will (a) Bring your
own bed linens & towels, or
(b) Need to have linens supplied.
There is no difference in price if you being your own bed linen and
towels. The advantage is that yours are much, much better!
Veterans suggest that you also bring hangers and soap.
For further information please
Pat or Gene Zirkel, Six Brancatelli, W. Islip NY
11795; 631-669-0273; firstname.lastname@example.org
From JOHN SHEEHAN
('65): Good heavens,
Dave/Joe, Judy/Martha! Doesn't
anyone in your family keep the same name? It's like a Russian novel! This is just a quick note to give you my new address.
This is not for the newsletter (Ed: Permission sought and granted).
However I have a memory or two myself!
I remember back in the mid-80s when I was struggling to learn
DOS and such that I learned about Bulletin Boards.
Complicated things they were, full of codes to be kept straight
and it occurred to me that it might be an idea for the monks to pursue
- as a way of keeping everyone in touch.
I know I spoke to someone at Marist about it (it was long before
email!). I tried and failed
to set up a test BB (the only hit on it was my own, and I got tired
of answering my own queries). When AOL invented the chat room, I tried
again. In the hours that
I sat around waiting for a monk or an alumnus to stumble onto the room,
I only had one person "come in", and that was a man who had
been a student of the monks in Chicago. He started asking me about different teachers he had had, but
- hey, I was in the other province - I recognized a few of
the names and remembered one or two faces, but I was of little or no
help. However, there we
were, in an AOL chat room, two faceless strangers who share a small
part of their formative years, two products of a common heritage, two
total strangers who had something to "chat" about for more
than an hour. Do I remember
his name or who the brothers were that we spoke of?
Of course not. That information resides in my brain next to "ten swell
things you can do now that you understand the co-secant!"
Where was I? Oh,
yes. So, I had invented
all by myself the idea of the Marist Chat Room.
I wish you could have seen it - I decorated the room with chintz
and ball fringe. I realized
that I had a nice idea but no way of promoting it.
So, I abandoned it (actually I leased it out to a group trying
to revive disco, so I got my investment back).
Then you, David (or whatever your name is!), sent me Issue #1
of the hand-typed, 12 point-pica, ugliest-typeface-in-the-world of Marists
All. I remember saying
to myself, "This is great, but the guy has GOT to get a better
typewriter!" And what
slayed me was that it never did change, except for once when you were
on vacation or something and someone else typed it on a different machine.
So, here we are at Issue …, 67 is it already?
We are online, no stamps, no going to the mailbox in the rain,
no having to go find a pen in the junk drawer to sign the letter.
You have invented a nearly perfect communications device of which
you and Gus and all the others can be so justly proud.
Of course, I still have written only one real letter to Marists
All. Like so many of
us, I just can't come up with something to say.
Perhaps next time I'll tell you about the funny things
that Gus said while driving the bus to Camp Marist, or about how Pat
Collins could do a perfect imitation of John Berchmans, or the day when
Fred Greifenstein chased the Mole around the ball fields of Esopus for
an hour. I might get inspired
to remember the time I stole a cigarette off Berky's desk (I promise
I'll quit next week, honest!), or the expression on Bob Joyce's face
when I struck him out in a baseball game (we both knew I couldn't pitch).
Then I might remember the time at the Scholasticate when Brother
Hugh threw us our first cocktail party (I promise I'll quit next week,
honest!). Maybe I'll even
tell the lurid tale of Sean Sammon's patented method for removing stubborn
peanut butter off utensils because the scullery dishwasher hated peanut
butter. Okay, I'll give
you a hint: "Irish setters have long tongues."
Who knows what I might actually remember when I sit at the old
keyboard and write more than just a quick thirty-second email to tell
you that yes, in fact, I have changed my address, phone number and my
email address, so here they are.
(Actually, it is a new keyboard as the cat peed on the old one).
So, when you have to lament the fact that so few are
writing to your fine publication, it's because it is so difficult to
find the time. I barely
have time to let people know that I have a new address.
But the real reason I haven't written - this is SO personal,
I hope you won't tell - is because Gus himself was my writing teacher
in Esopus, and I don't want him to know that I could never remember
when to start a new paragraph. (Ed: the original was a run-on article with no paragraphing;
we just had to touch it up!) Anyhow,
here is the information you asked for.
It has a hidden character embedded in it, known only to me, so
if my name and address show up in a mass mailing about replacing my
old worn-out windows with new, vinyl-clad windows that are easy to clean,
I'll know that you gave them my information, David.
And if that happens, I'll send a virus to your old typewriter
and stop you dead in your tracks.
Now, if I can just remember where I left my meds. (5A East Lake
Road, New Fairfield CT 06812; 203-312-0177; email@example.com)
A STORY that
touches CCHS Lawrence
by David Kammer
A prominent and very active resident of our retirement
community of over 600 homes here in Florida died recently at age 75.
He had been president of the homeowners association, founder
and president of the veterans' organization here, and later its chaplain.
Apparently he related well with the local parish and pastor of
Sacred Heart. I recognized
him but did not know him or know about him.
His obituary revealed that he had gone off as an eighteen-year-old
to the Battle of the Bulge, winning a Purple Heart.
Then, it said, he became a Maryknoller, serving in Tanzania for
twelve years and several more years in Somalia.
He volunteered as a chaplain in the Vietnam affair where he won
another Purple Heart. And
for a time he was a chaplain at West Point.
He left the active ministry, married, adopted his wife's three
children, then 9, 11, and 13.
He lived and worked in Georgia in civil and human services.
In retirement here in Florida it seems that this whole story
was known to some people but not to Judy and me, nor to many others.
But on an easel with family photos prominently displayed at the
funeral were two large photos, one of a man in clergy suit with Roman
collar and another of an Army officer in uniform.
At the Memorial Mass a Maryknoll classmate said that at an unusual
level Jim embodied the motto: "For God and Country."
It turns out that Jim was from Lawrence, Massachusetts, attended
CCHS with the Marist Brothers for two years, went to work when his father
died, finished his diploma at Lawrence High, and went off to war in
1944! I found out about
this latter part of the story by talking with his sister at a reception
after the memorial Mass. Wish
I had known him. We would
have had much to talk about. His
full name: Jim Bradley.
Brother Roy Mooney ('52)
died Wednesday, April 3rd, at 2:30 a.m. after having been moved to hospice
care just the evening before.
For some time Roy had been suffering from a cancer which eventually
spread; a brain tumor developed.
In early 1999 Roy returned from Italy where he had been leading
renewal sessions at Manziana for six years.
Earlier he had been provincial of the Poughkeepsie province.
On returning from Italy Roy worked in guidance at Roselle Catholic
in New Jersey at first, but it was not long before he experienced symptoms
of his sickness. Brother
Don Neary, provincial, in a notice to the Brothers of the provinces
acknowledged the wonderful brotherly love shown to Roy by his community.
"To Vincent Damian, Raoul Molnar and Owen Ormsby -- over
these past two months you have truly lived the words of Saint Marcellin
in his spiritual testament: 'May it be said of the Little Brothers of
Mary as of the first Christians: See how they love one another.'
On behalf of all of the Brothers, thank you for your love, care,
and concern for Roy and for modeling Jesus' love for us."
From DOM CAVALLARO
the Occasion of Roy's Passing
Recently, Andy Rooney of CBS's "60 Minutes"
program, noted all the euphemisms we use for death, and as usual he
got a chuckle from a few people, but his point is well made.
When I attended Marist College, Dr. Schroeder, our English prof
at the time, didn't know how to deal with the death of one of the monks.
He noted the upbeat character of the brothers after the burial
service and found it difficult to reconcile his understanding of such
situations. He announced
that observation in class and told us that his solution in such situations
lay in the fact that the sorrow needed an outlet.
He found that in our apparent cheerfulness.
When I received the notice of Roy's death, I began to remember
fondly the many times Roy made us laugh at the seriousness of 'religious
life.' Yesterday's gospel, the first Sunday following Easter, was
even more meaningful and brought another smile to my face as I thought
of Roy. Christ appearing
to his disciples, noting their disbelief, announced to them in person,
the joy of the Resurrection and the fulfillment of their 'faith.'
Naturally, we linger and reminisce.
Our hearts travel inexplicably to our throats, and our eyes fill.
Yet our joy for our brother is unbounded as he joins his family
in glory! Call it what you will, but let us rejoice. (171 Winchester Road, Northfield MA 01360; 413-498-2129;
From DICK BRANIGAN
('50): Your Marist
Heritage website is a tribute to all those before us who built and razed
and built again. We owe a ton to those who gave so much.
Thanks for this great look into our past.
It is an archival triumph.
I was Br. Stephen Aloysius ('50) when Brother Nilus
was pouring concrete pillars for the new chapel on the Poughkeepsie
grounds. Larry Haggerty
(Br. Brendan Lawrence) and I thought it would be a slick trick to climb
up to the top of one of those pillars that were being filled with wet
cement and drop a miraculous medal into the soup.
We did, and a few years ago during our class reunion in Poughkeepsie
I revisited that pillar and did a lot of reminiscing.
Also in those earlier days John Callahan (he has since
passed) and I poured an exceedingly unlevel basement floor in the gate
house. Why we were let loose on that project I'll never know. I'm
sure someone more professional has redone that job.
Those years at Marist College sing to me every time I start to
feel undervalued or unsure. Wouldn't
trade 'em. (1814 Fairview Street., Oskosh WI 54901-2404; 920-233-2954;
RESPONSE TO THE MARIST EXPERIENCE
Those who have left canonical status within the Marist
community have responded to the Marist Experience in different ways.
The contributors to Marists All seem to ponder those years
of formation with a spirit of camaraderie and fraternity.
The predominant image of those early days is positive: relationships
were formed, experiences were shared.
In retrospect the memory is idyllic; good times become the best
of times. The negatives
become minimized. The connection
with the Marist Family becomes a cause for pride.
Indeed, the values, the spiritual growth, and the social awareness
developed in maturity are traced back to the years in Marist formation.
Yet there are others who look back and shudder.
The negatives take on a life of their own.
A bad experience, especially on departure, is exaggerated.
The very human errors made by the Marist decision-makers in those
years are the wounds that are later revealed as emotional scars not
allowed to heal. Those
who suffered in those formative years, who left under dire circumstances,
remember those days in sadness, if not in anger.
For them there is a hesitancy to become reconnected to anyone
that might stir up the memories.
These responses have in common a distortion that grows so far
from the actuality of events. Forgiveness comes hard when the images have grown so grotesquely.
Those negative images, however, if centered in a positive
frame of reference, are cured by time and prime the resurgence of interest
in the Marist Family Picnic, the Marists All newsletter, the Marist
Family Institute of Spirituality, involvement in the canonization of
Champagnat, and the growth of Marist College.
I contend that the cure for the sadness or anger is
not unlike the process that has enlivened those who have felt so positively
over the years. Involvement
engenders once again a pride and sense of belonging.
And so, those of us who fondly remember the past humbly ask the
others to join together with the Marist Family today.
Reality will resurface and chase away the ogres from the past
that haunt the present. (24 Brooklyn Mt. Road, Hopatcong NJ 07843; 973-398-5477;
Project Brian Desilets
is asking for someone to help dig into the Esopus archives for biographical
information regarding the Brothers buried in the Poughkeepsie cemetery.
The Marist College archivist, John Ansley, has stated that he
could hire a Brother or two for a couple of weeks or so to archive this
information. They would
learn a lot about making web pages.
Contact Brian at: 845-297-7499 or firstname.lastname@example.org.