Bill Deschene ('53)
Jim Friel ('52)
Jim Gargan ('59)
Gus Nolan ('48)
Editor Vince Poisella ('58)
Greater Marist Community Picnic
Mount St. Michael Saturday, September 12, 2009 Noon - 5 pm
We are looking forward to seeing many of you at the annual picnic. Come with spouse and/or other interested friends of the Marist Family. Bring your own beverage and a potluck dish for a shared meal. All Brothers are most welcome to join in. Thanks to the director and the community of the Mount for welcoming us.
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Readers: May 2010 is our projected one hundredth issue of Marists All. What David Kammer (and God) hath wrought, we continue. David’s introductory proposal for a newsletter appeared in January 1987, with the first issue appearing in May of that year. This quarterly publication has served as evidence these twenty-two years of a bond that began over a half century ago when young men in their formative years experienced a spiritual awakening anchored in the Marist tradition once begun by the now saint, Marcellin Champagnat. We continue this spirit through the vehicle of print and Internet, dependent on contributions from our readers. I ask you to consider sharing something of yourselves in writing as we approach that very special hundredth issue.
Rich Foy, our web master, has asked that those of you who write something for Marists All kindly attach a digital photo with the email or send a printed photo via regular mail. Those sending notes by regular mail may include a traditional photo for inclusion at the website. Because of the limitations of the editor, we will not be using photos in the printed version at this time.
Thanks to those who continue to contribute to the financial status of our publication, especially Jim Friel and Paul Maloney.
Rich Foy and David Kammer edited and submitted the following biographical accolade of Br. Ronald Fogarty. Their respect for this Australian Marist jubilarian shines through the words. Our Marists All website contains photos of Brother Ronald and the other jubilarians. Editor.
Brother Ronald Fogarty, Marist 75 years, age 96
Many of our American old timers will fondly remember Brother Ronald Fogarty of Australia. He spent several years in the United States. Around the mid-1960’s he lived in our Chicago residence while he was a Fulbright Fellow at the University of Chicago. He was an important presence at the General Chapter sessions held in Rome in 1967 and 1968, as both David Kammer and Rich Foy can attest.
As the Marist Brothers in Australia celebrated jubilees this year, Brother Ronald was honored for his seventy-five years of life and service as a Marist. Brother Nello Facci gave the speech. The following are liberal adaptations of the remarks made about Ron on the occasion:
Ronald Fogarty was born in Broken Hill in 1913, turning ninety-six this past October. Ronnie joined the Marist Brothers in 1933. For many years he was the master of scholastics in Sydney and in Melbourne where he trained young brothers how to study and how to teach.
Ronnie is an awesome academic. He has numerous degrees from universities in Melbourne, Sydney, and Chicago. He has gained many awards, including a Fulbright scholarship in the USA. He has even found the time to write a number of books on education and on the religious life.
In 1978 Ronnie went on a new path. He specialized in lecturing and counselling in religious communities all over the world. He travelled to the United States, Ireland, England, South Korea, Hong Kong, Malaysia, South Africa, New Zealand, and around the South Pacific, as well as throughout Australia. The common theme of most of the letters he receives is gratitude for saving congregations from collapsing and for the saving of individual vocations; each letter is full of the immense love they have for this amazing person.
Last year Ronnie had a very nasty, serious fall during his regular evening walk. He suffered major injuries, which included a broken nose and broken bones in both hands. Typical of his great sense of humour, he said, “A puff of wind blew me over.” I got into Ronnie’s address book and wrote to eighty-seven people and religious communities in twelve countries about his accident. I received hundreds of letters, emails, and phone calls in response. When I told Ronnie that I had a metre high of letters for him, with a wicked grin he replied, “Was that all? I expected at least two metres.”
Ronnie is now being wonderfully cared for in the nursing home in McLeod where he is very content and happy while entertaining the staff and patients with sessions of his brilliant music, but he misses community life. We often bring Ronnie to Templestowe for tea so that he can have time with the brothers and staff. One of the first things he does is to attack the piano with great gusto.
Apart from his huge library from which he has prepared his many lectures, Ronnie has no interest in possessions or money. Last year he asked a brother to tidy up some of his books. The brother found wads of money in various books, money that had been in the books for years - American dollars, British pounds, Asian, European and Australian notes. I took the money to the bank to be converted and the pile came to about $4,000! Without knowing it, Ronnie has helped us survive the recession!
Most of us are happy to have been Marist Brothers, and we talked about both the good times and the difficult times. We also talked about many things in the world today, especially the role of the church in today’s world. In many ways, the gathering is a tribute to the many fine brothers we have known over the years. I’m one of the senior people, having been graduated from Marist in 1956. Most of the group is younger. As we sat around the table for a few hours, people were quite honest. One person spoke about how he is a recovering alcoholic and about his success. Another member, Bill Shannon, is a runner and had to leave part of the day for an orienteering race.
Others who had experienced serious medical setbacks spoke of their recovery. We all traced a major part of our lives back to the Marist Brothers. For all of us, that relationship was a major point in our lives.
This gathering is open to all. Other groups can arrange their own get-togethers, at Esopus or elsewhere. Not only did we speak of the past but also where we thought the church should be going today. Despite the disagreements, we were able to learn from each other. We know we are among friends. I know that the others are out for my interests. I share my life and views, and I return home a better person.
From BILL DESCHENE (’53): (Bill sent the following letter on September 19, 1954 to his parents. It was his first letter home during his initial year at Marian College. Ed.
Dear Mom and Dad. When I left New England, I must have left the sun behind too. It has rained practically all week, and that’s not such a drastic change from the week before. I’ve been blaming this wet weather on the fact that we are in New York, and what could you expect from New York? Of course, not everybody agrees with me, but I get my remarks in anyway. I’m afraid the New Yorkers are getting on me, though. I’ve been catching myself speaking the way they do. It’s hard to keep your New England accent when everyone else speaks a different one. Anyway, my motto is: “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” You have to adapt yourself to the ways of the people where you are…
As extra-curricular activities I have the pigs for morning employment and the chickens on Saturdays and days off. I watched them kill six pigs last week. The screaming is the worst part, but dragging them into the barn isn’t so bad. We have over eight hundred chickens that lay about six hundred eggs a day, and that means a lot of grading and candling and packing. This takes up most of my time between 4:30 and 5:15 pm. We clean the coup on Saturdays, and in a couple of weeks we’ll be killing a hundred birds. Last week we were cleaning a coup that had been left empty for a while, and lo and behold, within five minutes, we were covered with mites. Had to take three showers that day. We are not finished and have to wait another day. I hope the coup doesn’t walk away in the meantime.
All in all, everything is fine at this end. I’m healthy and happy to be a Marist. By the way, devotion to Mary is very keen up here. On the feast of the Holy Name of Mary, our Br. Master said that Mary has been the inspiration for people down through the ages and that many have not been afraid to tag Mary onto their other name. He said, “We have our Malias from China and our Marys and our Mauras from the U.S. I love you both. (184 Bryant Ridge Road, Grand Falls Plantation ME 04417; 207-290-1886)
A note from Jim Gargan announced a small gathering in memory of the twentieth anniversary of the death of Terry (John Joseph ‘56) McMahon to be held beginning at 2:30 pm on September 29 in Donovan’s at 57-24 Roosevelt Avenue in Woodside. If interested in joining the group, contact Jim at 917-495-3265 or email@example.com
From DAVID KAMMER (42):
REFLECTIONS ON THE MASS: “This is my Body!”
Our Lord is there on
- his present radial
empathy with all of us is there
He is there
His consuming us is
As we become deeply
aware of at least some of this presence
and our hearts and
words will spill out in gratitude
We know you'll always
be with us; we rely on you; do help us,
I must go now, to
live that life, have loving contact with your family
Go with an intent,
Go with intent
Go with an intent to
know, love, and depend
Go ... Ite, Missa est!
The Mass is!