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This issue of the magazine includes exactly 238 class notes. They run nearly 20,000 words. In my time working on the magazine and its predecessor, UDQ, I’ve easily read more than 10,000 notes, most of them two or three times each as part of our proofreading process.
They’re still my favorite section of the magazine.
There is an Italian saying, that when the game is over the kings and pawns go back in the same box. Class notes reflect that egalitarian spirit. In one note, you might read of a manager promoted to vice president; in the next, a parent promoted to grandparent, both notes set in the same font and size. In class notes, they do not compete.
If you read Page 44, to take just one example, you’ll learn that Father Marty Solma is now provincial of the Marianist Province of the U.S. and then that Ann Donovan Bowman and her husband, Bob, just retired and enjoy passing the days eating lunch together and watching the golfers on the fairway of hole No. 1, just off their deck. Both notes reveal something of the mysteries of this life.
Throughout class notes, true loves are married, babies born, vacations taken, careers enhanced — the everyday stuff of the lives we cherish. Many of us wouldn’t have a prayer of naming last decade’s Nobel or Heisman winners, but we’d go on and on if asked to name those who’ve loved and supported us. We might admire the former, but it’s the latter who bring us happiness and meaning.
In this 250th anniversary of the birth of Blessed William Joseph Chaminade, I wonder if it is useful to ask whether this is a Marianist way of reading the class notes. Chaminade’s sense of mission was influenced profoundly by the revolutions of his times. As a young priest, he lived under a French monarch whose presumed divine right marked his power. “Le roi le veut,” he pronounced when he wearied of debates. The king wills it.
And then one July day in 1789, the king’s power evaporated, replaced by a people’s assembly that devolved into an intemperate mob, forcing oaths on priests, prisons on nobles and the guillotine on countless souls, including the Terror’s architect, Robespierre himself. The revolution had replaced the tyranny of a monarch with the tyranny of a mob. The dignity of the individual counted for little under either.
It was this chaos that Chaminade fled when he went into exile in Spain. He returned committed to finding new methods for new times, founding a religious family of laity, sisters, brothers and priests working toget- her and dedicated to Mary’s mission. He ensured a dignified place and voice for all who share the Marianists’ deep faith and commitment to meaningful service — through leadership when necessary, as it so often is.
I see this place and hear this voice in class notes, where the listings proceed without favor. For years, I’ve had a private tradition of always beginning with “In Memoriam,” the notices of deaths, when I proofread each issue’s class notes. It’s a powerful reminder that these aren’t the classifieds they resemble at a casual glance.
In each few sentences, there is the dignity and beauty of God’s children — the immense joy of newborns like little Evan James Mooney (Page 51) and the compassion of caregivers like Michael Licata (Page 47), a coordinator of substance abuse for his county sheriff’s office. I want to know so much more about Michael Gaffney’s yearlong stint as Muhammed Ali’s personal photographer (Page 44), Patricia Brennan Scott’s fabulously titled book (Page 49) and Bob Ciullo’s Flyer gamewatches with his infant twin grandsons, Robbie and Rezo Lucarelli (Page 42).
A class note in this magazine signifies a bond that simultaneously uplifts and transcends each individual. That’s why I love them so. The participants in this Marianist community are blessed indeed.No Comments
Between September 2008 and October 2009, Mike Fanelli ’72 visited 32 countries, including Vietnam, India, Israel and Jordan. But for the purchase of three intercontinental flight tickets, he did it on $50 a day. Here’s how:
1. Travel light “You can use Internet cafés instead of carrying a computer,” Fanelli said. “I traveled with only one pair of pants, three shirts and three pairs of socks.”
2. Avoid hotels Stay at hostels or sleep on couches. “Hostels are cheap, but couch-surfing is free. Go to Couchsurfing.com and create an account, and you can find someone with similar interests willing to put you up.”
3. Use Lonely Planet guidebooks These guidebooks offer helpful tips and phrases for 195 countries and can usually be swapped with other travelers or purchased at hostels.
4. Eat local “I recommend eating street food, which is often as cheap as 50 cents or a dollar. But make sure it’s cooked beforehand. Hostels also usually offer simple free breakfasts.”
5. When you can’t walk or bike, use public transportation like buses or subways Hostels often have rickety, single-gear bikes available for free or cheap rent. Taxi drivers are not to be trusted.
6. Use ATMs to get local currency “There are ATMs in practically every country. Don’t use travelers’ checks. Nobody takes them anymore.”
7. Don’t have a plan “I know that most people would be uncomfortable without one, but having a plan robs the trip of the spontaneity and adventure that’s the entire point of the trip.”No Comments
Don’t confuse the new Roesch Chair in the Social Sciences, Jack Bauer, with the character in the drama 24 who shares his name. While the TV Bauer is chasing down terrorists, this associate professor is researching happiness. Some tips from his research on a happier life:
1. Be lucky Genes give us a “happiness set point” (really it’s a range). Didn’t win the happy-gene lottery? Don’t despair. You can alter your set point by taking action — notably actions that you find meaningful and that build relationships.
2. Don’t be poor (but help those who are) The happy peasant is an anomaly. In general, people who don’t routinely have enough food and shelter are less happy than people who do. If you’re struggling for survival, maximizing pleasure is a luxury. If you’re not struggling, helping those who are will help yourself.
3. But money isn’t enough The rich are, on average, happier than the middle class, but only by a bit. Economists have shown it takes a $75,000/year increase to yield a tiny bump in happiness — and it’s likely short-lived. Why so little return on investment? We adapt our expectations to want more, keeping our happiness right where we were.
4. Buy experiences, not stuff How you spend your money matters. Experiences like going to a concert or ballgame register more deeply in memory and are often shared with those close to us, which itself breeds happiness. Material goods are often status-oriented, which provides only a brief rush of pleasure and ultimately divides us.
5. Go with the flow Do things that get you focused and in the moment, performing without self-consciousness. Psychologists call this “flow.” Sports, movies, reading books, socializing, hobbies, sex and work activities can all produce it. Flow takes initial effort, but once you start, flow kicks in. When you’re done, you’re energized. You’ve had the experience of being alive. And you’re happier.
6. Happiness isn’t everything In addition to all that, plan for a life of learning and seeking new perspectives on life generally and your own life — to help round out what the Greeks called eudaimonia, the balance of happiness and wisdom. People who make efforts toward such wisdom tend to get it; those who don’t, don’t.No Comments
The San Francisco Giants’ World Series championship isn’t the only thing UD alumni in the Golden State have been celebrating.
Alumni living in California — and visitors from other parts of the country — recently joined President Daniel J. Curran with the San Francisco chapter at the Cartoon Art Museum to kick off “Celebrate UD in California,” a series of alumni chapter events along the West Coast Oct. 6-9.
The San Francisco event was followed by a Grammy Museum tour and reception with the Los Angeles chapter and ended with a tailgate hosted by the San Diego chapter to cheer on the football team’s 21-20 victory over the University of San Diego.
At the Cartoon Art Museum, alumni viewed hundreds of pieces of original cartoon and animation art — from editorial cartoons to comic books, graphic novels to anime and Sunday funnies to Saturday morning cartoons.
After roaming through five galleries of exhibitions, Curran sat down with alumni and gave an update about what’s been happening at UD. Frank Pauer, University of Dayton Magazine art director, then gave a presentation discussing his inspiration for cartoon sketches and how he incorporates them into his design and publications. He created, special for the event, a cartoon sketch of the Golden Gate Bridge over the University of Dayton that was handed out as a gift to all guests.
“This was the first alumni chapter event I have attended in more than a decade, and Frank’s talk was perfectly coordinated with the venue,” said Phil Anthony ’74. “He revealed the thoughts behind his illustrations and designs and had a central theme and wry humor that placed UD in new light.”
With confidence gained by the success of the Cartoon Art Museum event, the 797-member chapter began planning its first Christmas off Campus, which it held Dec. 11 to assist the San Francisco Food Bank in sorting, packaging and readying food for distribution to struggling families in the area. Chapter members with event ideas should send them to chapter president Peter Morabito ’99 at email@example.com.
Five places to leave your heart in San Francisco
1. Alcatraz This island is full of history and beauty. Once home to some of America’s most infamous criminals, it now harbors rare flowers, marine wildlife and the West Coast’s first and oldest operating lighthouse.
2. The cable car Experience one of the oldest traditions in San Francisco. Developed in 1873 to help people travel uphill, these cars operate seven days a week and cost $5 to ride — be sure to get a front seat.
3. Golden Gate Park After visiting the bridge, stop by this 1,017-acre park covered by grassy meadows, wooded bike trails and secluded lakes. Keep an eye out for the herd of roaming bison or head indoors to see the Japanese Tea Garden.
4. Chinatown In the largest Chinatown outside of Asia, you’ll experience herb pharmacies, fortune cookie factories, fresh produce markets, seafood and poultry shops, and countless fine restaurants.
5. Fisherman’s Wharf Take an early morning stroll down “Fish Alley” to view the fishermen at work or visit some of the more exotic attractions on the Wharf, such as the Ripley’s Believe It or Not! Museum or the Wax Museum.
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A University of Dayton law graduate is at the center of London’s efforts to host the 2012 Olympic Games and revitalize its long-neglected East End.
Commuting to work every morning is something of an epic journey for Terry Miller ’77.
She drives 10 miles from her bucolic 15th-century farmhouse in tiny Alfold, Surrey (a county bordering London’s southeast), to Guildford rail station, takes a 30-mile train ride to Waterloo International, walks 1.5 miles along the spectacularly historic Thames River Path to London Bridge, cruises 10 minutes on an express boat down the Thames to Canary Wharf (once the busiest dock in the world and now one of London’s two busiest financial districts), and walks a few blocks to her office on the 21st floor of the gleaming, 21st-century-constructed One Churchill Place.
There, through the towering building’s vast paneled windows, Detroit-born Miller, the general counsel of the London Organising Committee for the Olympic Games and Paralympic Games (LOCOG), quietly surveys the steadily developing 700-acre Olympic Park. Since her appointment in 2006, Miller has watched this once industrial, contaminated land in east London grow into a “big five” cluster of venues — the Olympic Stadium, Aquatics Center, Velodrome, Olympic Village, press center — that will host one-third of the XXX Olympiad’s events in 2012.
But Miller doesn’t gaze from the window for long. The games are less than two years away, and while Londoners may applaud construction milestones or grumble about the costs, Miller spends her days — and evenings and weekends — focusing on the mammoth legal task of making London 2012 happen.
The job involves managing a legal team of 25 — 10 of them from Freshfields, a global law firm and official legal services provider for the games — to offer advice on all aspects of LOCOG’s operations, including meeting the International Olympic Committee’s Host City Contract terms, implementing sponsorship and supply contracts — there are more than 7,000 — and protecting the London 2012 brand. When it comes to the games, there’s little that Miller’s team is not involved in.
“Our legal team is really integrated into the business,” says Miller, 59, between sips of coffee in a LOCOG meeting room, its door open wide to capture staff banter and panoramic views beyond the many desks. “There’s nothing in the games that’s not hugely interactive.”
It’s an autumnal Friday morning and, in Friday spirit, Miller is wearing jeans (and good walking shoes). Her grey hair is cut just above her shoulders, and when she talks, she is still, her countrified chapped hands cradling her mug, her minimally made-up brown eyes looking askance, and her American tone infected with British-isms and enunciated T’s, suggesting a long sojourn in England (22 years, to be precise; her British husband of 37 years, journalist Jonathan Miller, moved the family to London in 1988, and she was naturalized in 1996). “We have our base camp here, but most of the time, team members are out meeting with people from all other areas.”
Currently, that legal team is working with LOCOG human resources to recruit 70,000 volunteer “Gamesmakers” to help deliver the games.
“The HR team has responsibility for setting up the program,” explains Miller, “but worked with legal to make sure we covered issues like where we set the age that someone can volunteer. We wanted to encourage youth to apply, but volunteers under a certain age can’t work the same shifts as an adult, so we had to work through that.
“We also had issues around using ‘Gamesmakers’ as a title,” she continues. “There might be someone else who has the name ‘Gamesmakers,’ right? So we checked to make sure we could use it. We worked with the technology people to set up the online system. We had to ensure that the online structure allowed, in the best way possible, people with disabilities to use it, or that they could apply in other ways.”
Although her 5’2” frame exudes calm, Miller is acutely aware of the ticking clock. She mentions three times in 90 minutes that she needs to finalize most legal matters by the end of 2011.
“You can’t be doing huge deals two days before the games.”
Her priorities include liaising with the independent company producing the games’ opening and closing ceremonies to ensure that its policies, procedures and contracts are consistent with LOCOG’s; recruiting a ceremonies lawyer to deal with performing rights and talent negotiations; finalizing arrangements and contracts for third-party venues (65 percent of events will occur in commercial venues outside the Olympic Park, the highest percentage in recent games history); completing contracts for approximately 25 training venues; arranging the Olympic Park’s hand-over from the Olympic Delivery Authority, which has been building it; and detailing documentation about how LOCOG will use the Royal Parks, specifically Hyde and Greenwich parks and the Horse Guard’s Parade area.
Does that mean Miller will just kick back at games time, her job done?
Not exactly. Come 2012, Miller will oversee the management of each venue’s roaming brand protection team to control instances of infringement or ambush.
“If we need to take action such as getting an injunction to stop an infringement,” she explains, “Freshfields will have the additional support to take the case to court. We’re spending time now with Freshfields preparing legal action templates so that they can rush into court if necessary.
“Ad hoc issues might also arise, where we need to consider legal rights and obligations, like if equipment isn’t delivered the day before an event in the main stadium. How people deal with that is important because at games time everyone’s immediate reaction is ‘I don’t care! I’ll just call up whoever!’ to get a substitute. What you want to say is, ‘You have the right to get a substitute,’ and log it as a breach of contract, so that when the dust settles, you can make a claim.
“And there will be insurance-related issues. For example, among the first sports in 2012 is eventing [an equestrian sport], one of the most dangerous sports, so in addition to doing everything possible to make it as safe as we can we need to have protocols if something happens to the horses, to the riders. We need to have procedures in place, understand where we might have liability and have insurance to cover that.”
Learning about intellectual property, sports law and brand protection has challenged Miller, whose previous legal roles — as a partner and international general counsel of Goldman Sachs International in London, partner in the firm Kirkpatrick and Lockhart, and branch chief of the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission’s enforcement division — had little to do with these areas.
“It’s been a huge education,” she says. “I didn’t really know the sports world except to the limited extent that I’m a competitor [she owns seven horses and regularly competes in eventing], but I didn’t really understand sports law or intellectual property. When we did the 8 1/2-minute handover ceremony [during Beijing 2008’s closing ceremony], we had to get rights to everything shown, sung or presented, plus organize all the contracts with our talent — David Beckham, Leona Lewis, Jimmy Page. We needed rights to new music. It was a lot of work, but it’s been amazingly interesting.”
As for protecting the London 2012 brand, LOCOG has all U.K. rights to the Olympic name, symbol, trademark — meaning any name containing “Olympic”, the rings, the Paralympics’ agitos symbol — until the end of 2012 and was obligated to expand U.K. laws of the 1940s and ’60s to protect Olympic and Paralympic symbols. The act passed in April 2006 for this purpose also enables LOCOG to protect against ambush — not the actual use of the rings, for instance, but marketing campaigns that refer to the games in a way that people might assume is official, yet isn’t.
“We do everything we can to educate the industry,” says Miller, who hasn’t yet gone to court with infringement or ambush cases because violators have backed down. “The team includes four brand protection specialists who work with the IP legal sector, tourism representatives, hotels, trade associations, to get out the message that you can do certain things but not others, and that we’re obliged to the IOC and our sponsors to act in ambush or infringement cases.”
LOCOG has also formed an anti-IP crime group with external partners, including the Metropolitan Police, to deal with such cases as well as with ticket scams and touting (scalping).
“We took many precautions around the 2012 emblem when it was announced in 2007,” Miller explains, “because while you can’t protect a number like 2-0-1-2, you can protect a distinctive shape and how it’s used.”
Striding past the Tate Modern (converted in 2000 from a disused power station) on her walk to London Bridge and then sailing through shiny, thriving Canary Wharf (transformed only 20 years ago from declining docks), Miller is reminded daily of the enduring power of regeneration and, therefore, of one of LOCOG’s central commitments: to revive long-neglected east London. Her daily walk has also made this much-lauded attorney (Legal Week’s General Counsel of the Year in 2006, The Lawyer’s Hot 100 in 2007, The Times Law 100 in 2008) acutely aware of accessibility issues that affect all of London and that the games can improve.
“You can’t really walk all along the river,” says Miller, who chairs the Accessibility and Inclusion Integration Group interagency forum, “because the walkway doesn’t continue around Clink Street. Buildings come up against the bank. And there’s no way to cross the river in an accessible way if you want to do a loop. You have problems if you’re able-bodied, but if you’re in a wheelchair, you have huge problems. You can’t go over cobblestones or over any bridge except the Millennium Bridge.
“We’re working with London’s mayor, among others, to develop a plan to make part of the river walk accessible — a huge benefit for people in wheelchairs, people with babies in pushchairs, and a small example of limited money having a big impact. If the river offers accessibility, numerous venues, like Greenwich, the Dome, ExCel, can be reached by boat. You can get the whole Brazilian wheelchair basketball team to the Paralympics in one big boat; otherwise, you’d need four specially equipped vans. It’s like when, two years ago, a mayoral disability office delivered ramps between piers and boats. I didn’t have to get hauled aboard by my elbows anymore, and people in wheelchairs could finally use the boats. Every day I bless the person who made that happen. That’s the kind of thing we can use the games to do because the games are happening on a particular day. We’ve got to do it now; we can’t just drift.”
As Miller talks about “using the power of the games to inspire change,” LOCOG’s tagline, her passion for making a difference is clear.
“We’ve committed that 10 percent of our volunteers will come from the Personal Best program,” she says, explaining how the program provides long-term unemployed people free training to qualify them to be 2012 volunteers.
“But because the program incorporates things like first-aid training, customer relations, event organizing, some people have gotten jobs already. That’s an example of creating opportunities for people who otherwise have no chance: because no one has ever employed them, no one will ever employ them. This puts them into an employment context, and that’s really important. If we miss this chance, it would really be a shame.”
Miller attests that her meticulously orchestrated daily journey to work — effectively spanning 50 miles, five centuries, four modes of transport — is “entirely for the purpose of getting some exercise,” but it illuminates a character that is disciplined, committed, patient and diligent. These attributes certainly have much to do with Miller’s journey from her childhood home in Detroit to one of London’s tallest buildings and most desirable legal jobs.
One of five children, with an accountant father and a stay-at-home mother, Miller recalls money being tight and starting part-time work at age 15.
“We were all expected to go to college,” she says, “but had to figure out how to get there, so I got a job at a library. I loved it. I loved reading and still do, and was one of those kids who’d come back from the library with a stack of books.”
Miller worked throughout her undergraduate years at University of Michigan at bookshops, libraries, even a sandwich joint called Mister Mini’s on Ann Arbor’s main drag.
“Aside from a couple of bad babysitting jobs, I’ve never had a job I hated,” Miller says. “But being the LOCOG’s general counsel is certainly one of the best legal jobs in the world. When I left Goldman Sachs, I had about 180 lawyers in Europe and Asia on my team who knew much more about their areas than I did, so I delegated a lot more. Here, I’ve been involved from the beginning, paralleling my 1989 career start at Goldman. It was essentially a start-up business in Europe and Asia — there were only two lawyers in London, I was the second in Europe and only the third outside the U.S. — which meant you did and set up everything. I really liked that. Coming to LOCOG meant coming back to a start-up.”
Paul Deighton, LOCOG chief executive and former COO of Goldman Sachs in Europe, worked closely with Miller at Goldman and encouraged her to try for the LOCOG role; 200 others also applied.
“Every time there was a problem at Goldman, I used to ask, ‘What does Terry think?’ and when I got to LOCOG, I didn’t want to change that,” Deighton says. “Terry has extremely good judgment about when it’s the right thing to be tough and when it’s the right strategy to seek a compromise. And like any good lawyer, she bases her good judgment on the facts. I particularly have a high regard for her sense of humor and how she develops her team.”
In 2009, law professor emeritus Dennis Turner met his former star pupil (Miller graduated first in her 1977 class) when he took 25 current students to England on a study abroad program. Miller spent two hours with the group.
“Students were awestruck by her demeanor and brilliance,” Turner recalls. “One student described her as ‘powerful without a hint of arrogance.’ Miller clearly promoted a team approach, even though it was clear from the respect of the other lawyers that she was very much in charge.”
Turner remembers the student Miller as having “a maturity and a wisdom that set her apart from others — she was very self-disciplined and had confidence and poise, qualities she still has today.”
Miller came to Dayton after graduating with a degree in English from Michigan and getting married. She wrote for the Kentucky Post and National Enquirer, where she reported, among other stories, about former Ohio Gov. James Gilligan’s alleged UFO sighting.
“It was not a career-enhancing move for him, but I made so much money out of that,” jokes Miller. “I did that and then went to law school because a law school was starting up at Dayton and I thought, ‘Why not?’ I had covered a big court case in Kentucky and, while watching the trial, thought, ‘I might like to do that.’”
“Terry has the deadly combo,” says former classmate Thomas Whelley ’77, now a partner at Dayton law firm Dinsmore & Shohl. “She’s incredibly bright and she works really hard. She was always prepared and worked really hard in law school. I didn’t know that her current position existed, but if you’d said she was in [Prime Minister David] Cameron’s cabinet, I wouldn’t have been at all surprised.”
Another Dayton peer, Judge Mary Donovan ’77 of the Second District Court of Appeals in Dayton, describes Miller as “an excellent writer with a keen intellect. She was focused, driven and enthusiastic — but in a very quiet way. Terry never sought the spotlight. She was also a very principled and kind person and, along with the few married women in class, helped look after crisis-stricken classmates.”
After Dayton — where she contributed to the School of Law’s newsletter and Law Review, served on the Law Review board, and clerked for a local judge — Miller got a job at the Securities and Exchange Commission in Washington, D.C.
“That was a fantastic job,” she remembers. “It was like being a reporter with subpoena power. The very first case I did involved Rev. [Sun Myung]Moon, whom I interviewed under oath, and I wasn’t even 30. It was a tremendous learning experience.”
After six years at the SEC, during which time she earned a master’s in law from Georgetown, Miller had a daughter (today a CNN producer in London) and a son (a writer/sculptor in Tel Aviv) and began working part time at Kirkpatrick and Lockhart, a firm she’d encountered in SEC cases. That position set her up to work in London after her husband took up a Times (of London) post there. Shortly after the trans-Atlantic move, Miller’s financial experience became highly desirable as London prepared for “the aftermath of big bang and the whole system of regulation,” and Goldman Sachs recruited her.
About juggling career and family, Miller speaks candidly: “You have to make decisions about your priorities, and for a chunk of my life my priority was family. I did ridiculous things. I’d go to work, come home, put the kids to bed and return to work. It helped that my husband often didn’t have to be in the office 9 to 5. After my kids grew up, work became my priority. Choices dictate your career path, so my career was an extended one — I made partner at Goldman in 2002 when I was 51. But that’s OK. It’s OK. I wouldn’t change that.
“I’ve been hugely lucky,” says Miller philosophically, adding that the 2012 Olympics are her last big adventure. After 2013, she’ll focus on riding (she wants to earn more qualifications for teaching it) as well as writing and traveling.
“I mean, to be part of the early days in Europe at Goldman Sachs — no one in 1989 would necessarily have said that Goldman would emerge as the premier investment bank in the world. And what could be luckier? I’ve been a huge sports fan my entire life and, when I was growing up in the U.S., the Olympics were this amazing event that happened only every four years. With the possible exception of snooker, there’s no sport I wouldn’t watch.
“So here you are, it’s your city, somebody you know is in charge, and you’re still vaguely compos mentis. Why wouldn’t you say, ‘Gee, I’ll throw my hat into the ring’? You would never pass up something like this. You just wouldn’t.”
Christine Fundak Rohan is a London-based writer whose work has appeared in university magazines across the U.S.No Comments
When Catholics joined the American mainstream
When Paramount Pictures’ Going My Way began unspooling at movie theaters across the nation in 1944, a new, invigorated image of Catholicism was projected onto the big screen and the American landscape. The musical comedy/drama, with Bing Crosby portraying young, wise-to-the-world Father Chuck O’Malley, was on its way to seven Academy Awards, including best picture and a best actor Oscar for Crosby.
And the image of Catholicism, conveyed and reinforced through American mass media, was continuing its shift toward a cultural center stage as the nation remade and redefined itself in the shadows of the Great Depression, the New Deal and World War II.
This changing depiction of faith — reflected in film, in print, and on radio and television — began to paint Catholicism with a New World brush, said associate professor Anthony Burke Smith in his new book, The Look of Catholics: Portrayals in Popular Culture from the Great Depression to the Cold War (University Press of Kansas, 2010).
Changing popular culture showed Catholics through a wider, less mysteriously ritualistic lens, moving them from society’s margins toward the middle of a shifting American culture. These new images depicted the hopes, dreams and values of Catholics as in step with a transitioning nation that was becoming the most powerful on Earth.
“Through film, television and photojournalism, Catholics during the 1940s and 1950s elaborated a vision of the nation that fused cultural consensus at home to ideological and military conflict abroad,” said Smith, who invested 10 years in researching and writing the book. His examination of Catholics in pop culture took him from film archives in Los Angeles to the Library of Congress and National Archives in Washington, D.C. The U.S. Catholic Collection at UD’s Roesch Library was also a fertile resource.
“Initially, I spent time focusing on analyzing film and media texts,” Smith explained. “However, I realized that in order to adequately understand not only these texts but also my broader subject, I also needed to look beyond texts into their contexts of production, promotion, as well as reception. Therefore, I had to access material that wasn’t readily available without getting into archives.”
The book’s 46 pages of notes and bibliographic material are evidence of the daunting research task that confronted the author. Summer research grants from UD, including one from the Forum for the Catholic Intellectual Tradition Today, helped make the undertaking possible.
“Working in these archives proved incredibly exciting and rewarding,” Smith said. “You learn a lot about yourself when writing a book, and I learned that I’m probably happiest when I’m in a library and archive. Of course, I also got to watch lots of great as well as obscure movies.”
The Look of Catholics positions readers in the midst of an America that was ripe for change. Economic collapse at home and looming war clouds abroad brought a re-examination of American values, from laissez-faire capitalism to perceptions of a well-functioning and equitable society, Smith writes. Catholic perspectives and cultural memories, as reflected in film and elsewhere, took their place at the table of public discussion as the nation sought to regroup, rebuild and redefine.
“Prior to the Depression, Catholics in America were viewed with suspicion and distrust,” Smith said. “A year before the economic crisis began in 1929, Al Smith, the first Irish-American Catholic to run for president, had to answer to anti-Catholic attacks. Until the 1930s, Catholics were perceived by many as being in America but not truly of America. But with the Cold War, the situation of Catholics really changes. Simply put, Catholic success in America is deeply embedded in the triumph of Cold War culture.”
The pre-Depression alienation of immigrant Catholics in the U.S. mirrors the experience of some American Muslim communities and other minorities today, Smith said.
“Muslims are facing religious hostility and bigotry similar to that Catholics experienced in the 19th century,” Smith said. “Like Catholics, Muslims are associated with a complex, transnational religion. For some Americans who equate the nation with certain forms of Christianity, this makes Muslims a threat to the country. It is remarkable that today the very bricks and mortar of Muslim worship — mosques or proposed mosques such as the one in New York City — have become the target of xenophobia and religious prejudice. This very much echoes the experience of Catholics. In the 19th century, Catholic structures of worship and religious practice — their churches and convents — were viewed with suspicion and attacked.”
Meanwhile, as impassioned discussions of topics such as the location of a New York City mosque play out nightly on cable TV, they push wide open the throttle of national debate, often at loud levels.
“Popular media have long played a crucial role in debates over religious and ethnic minorities, whether it be bestselling fiction of the 19th century or the Internet today,” Smith said.
“Popular culture is deeply political, an arena where images are created and disseminated to de-legitimate religious and ethnic minorities.
Popular culture also is the terrain where these same religious and ethnic minorities have in the past forged new images of themselves and their societies. Popular media is both where the ugliest, most intolerant elements of American society are displayed and where battles for a more open and just world often get waged.”
Going My Way, for which Leo McCarey — a Catholic of mixed ethnicity — won a best-director Oscar, was particularly pivotal in the acculturation of Catholics into mainstream America, Smith said. Released in the wake of films such as San Francisco (1936), Boys Town (1938) and Angels with Dirty Faces (1938), McCarey’s movie helped push Hollywood away from the bullet-riddled gangster tales of the Depression and toward a new generation of film that was riding the wave of a confident, assertive America, a nation edging toward ethnic inclusion and revitalized societal institutions. Catholic themes and imagery helped nudge film in that new direction.
Bing Crosby, who grew up in an Irish Catholic home, shattered the mold of earlier images of priests. His character, Father O’Malley, had been a jazz singer with a girlfriend before entering the priesthood. Crosby’s young, hip, energetic, confident and worldly-wise portrayal contrasted with earlier stereotypical depictions of priests as elderly and static, often uninspired and unmovable. Through the course of Going My Way, as Father O’Malley’s new way of doing business saves St. Dominic’s Parish from financial disaster and turns around a flock of youth headed for trouble, an invigorated face of the priesthood emerges. O’Malley, a younger image of an authority figure, falls in step with a future-looking America eager to shed the worn garments of the past. That O’Malley takes St. Dominic’s leadership reins from the older and largely ineffective Father Fitzgibbon drives home the point.
Helping to pave the way for such an image transformation was 1940’s San Francisco Docks, which culminated with Father Cameron (played by Robert Armstrong) bringing down a killer with a mighty and unpriestly right hook. Again, a new, robust image of the priesthood is suggested.
A number of early ’40s films advanced the message of a new Catholicism: The Fighting 69th (1940), Knute Rockne (1940), The Keys of the Kingdom (1943), God Is My Co-pilot (1943), The Fighting Sullivans (1943) and The Song of Bernadette (1943) all spoke to elements of faith.
McCarey himself went on to make The Bells of St. Mary’s (1946), a Catholic-themed sequel to Going My Way. Even his earlier romantic comedies, such as The Awful Truth (1937) and Love Affair (1939), used a Catholic sensibility to narrate redemption and change.
“Collectively, these movies marked a Catholic moment in American cinema and popular imagination,” Smith writes in his book. “The late 1930s and early 1940s saw a concentration of Catholic-marked movies, but significant differences in emphasis and theme emerged over time. Tracing the changes within these films from the ’30s to ’40s illuminates the eclipse of social consciousness in popular imagination that occurred by World War II.”
In Going My Way’s Father O’Malley, some observers see the foreshadowing of another vigorous young leader who would capture the imagination of the Cold War nation, young Sen. John F. Kennedy of Massachusetts, whose sights were set on the White House.
“The global American identity that the Cold War developed gave Catholics new legitimacy. Conversely, Catholics played a crucial role in elaborating a Cold War consensus vision of the nation,” Smith said. “Keep in mind that the most dynamic, compelling face of Cold War America in its early years was an Irish-Catholic American, John F. Kennedy.”
The work of Academy Award-winning filmmaker John Ford, an ethnic Catholic and son of Irish immigrants, also drew Smith’s attention. Through vehicles such as Doctor Bull (1933), Stagecoach (1939), How Green Was My Valley (1941), My Darling Clementine (1946) and Fort Apache (1948), Ford lassoed the romance of the Hollywood western and gently wove religious imagery and perspective into the storylines.
“Ford’s films expressed a Catholicism voiced in a ‘minor’ key,” writes Smith. “Rarely the explicit subject, Catholicism lurked beneath and within familiar stories of western frontiers and small-town communities, covertly untying the bonds that sutured Anglo-American Protestantism to American identity.”
The look of Catholics in pop culture was changing in more than just film. In print media, Henry R. Luce’s Life magazine was the publication of national record during the Depression-Cold War decades, and it, too, reflected a transitioning image of Catholics. As the nation’s benchmark of photojournalism, Life moved beyond early stereotypical depictions of Catholics kneeling in prayer or pensively clutching rosary beads to a portrait that more resembled the family next door, a family engaged in the American experience.
“My work on Life magazine proved particularly satisfying since the deeper I got into researching and writing the chapter, the more I realized I was onto something important about the role of Catholics within postwar American culture,” Smith said. “That the premier popular magazine gave such sustained attention to Catholicism demonstrated that images of Catholics had national significance and not only relevance for Catholics.”
Catholicism — in the U.S. and overseas — often found its way onto the pages of Life. Luce, king of the Life-Time-Fortune-Sports Illustrated publishing empire, was fascinated by religious stories and images, perhaps even more so after his wife, politician and playwright Clare Booth Luce, converted to Catholicism. With Life’s lens fixed upon the world, Catholics had become appealing subject matter.
As America turned the calendar to the 1940s, Henry Luce began to speak of “The American Century” to describe the nation’s emergence as a world power. In a pivotal 1941 essay, he called for a “national revitalization.” Life’s focus on Catholics often aligned with Luce’s call, offering glimpses of a new cultural formation via narrative and image presentations. As a result, Life’s pages celebrated middle-class success, citing capitalist freedom and the fundamental institutions of family, home and faith as determinants.
“Life’s portrayal of Catholics in the late 1930s had a highly voyeuristic character, as if the journalists were gazing at them with both fascination and disapproval,” Smith writes. But with Luce’s belief in an American century, that was finally changing.
A new vision of America and Catholicism appeared throughout the culture in the ’40s as Catholics were portrayed as war heroes in narratives and photographs that articulated national pride and moral strength. For example, an essay about Archbishop Francis Spellman of New York was subtitled “a great American.” The fascination and disapproval of the ’30s was replaced by a shift toward assimilation, projecting Catholics as vital and compelling contributors to an American Century moving forward in search of a national consensus and a resistance to totalitarian communism.
Photo essays in popular magazines cast a positive light on the person and institution of the papacy. Stories and images also illuminated the vitality and romanticism of a Trappist monastery in Utah and a group of youthful American Jesuits. In one memorable photograph, an altar boy leaps into the arms of his proud mother after serving his first Mass. The magazine had replaced an Old World view of Catholicism with a refocused and robust representation that signified a New World melting pot.
Meanwhile, the emergence of two new technologies — radio and television — added impetus to the changes afoot. In particular, Bishop Fulton J. Sheen, with his prime-time TV show Life Is Worth Living (1952-57) and an earlier NBC radio program, Catholic Hour (1930-50), became the popular face and voice of Catholicism. Sheen, once auxiliary bishop of New York and later bishop of Rochester, offered an upbeat, steady and guiding voice from the Depression to abate the growing fears of the emerging Cold War.
First on the DuMont TV network and later on ABC, Sheen spoke of Catholicism in terms that were accessible and understood, whether he was speaking about the challenges of interpersonal relationships or the spiritual implications of the fight against communism. In 1945, Time labeled Sheen “probably America’s best-known priest, with an audience of millions for his Sunday preaching on NBC’s Catholic Hour and fan mail of 3,000-6,000 letters a Sunday.” From 1953-58, Sheen consistently appeared on the list of the 10 most admired men in America, according to Gallup polls.
Sheen also was in demand outside the radio and TV studio, with as many as 150 speaking engagements each year. In 1935, he spoke to a gathering of 40,000 at the Eucharistic Congress at Cleveland’s Municipal Stadium. At its apex, his Life Is Worth Living reached up to 30 million viewers, and in 1952 he won an Emmy for most outstanding TV personality.
“In Sheen’s hands, religion offered psychological aid for ordinary people as they dealt with everyday problems,” Smith writes. “It gave people moral purpose and direction.”
As the nation dusted itself off from the devastating Depression and then confronted first a world war and then the uncertainties of the Cold War, Catholicism forged a new place in the American Dream through film, print, radio and TV. Along the way, a reworked America emerged — with new voices of influence making their marks within the national conversation.
“Catholic leaders responded to the crisis of capitalism during the Depression in a vigorous, intentional way,” Smith said. “The collapse of economic individualism confirmed for them the bankruptcy of modern laissez-faire capitalism. They were ready to offer alternative solutions to the economic challenge facing all Americans at the time by proposing more communitarian and cooperatist visions of society grounded in the tradition of Catholic social teaching.”
The election of Kennedy as president and the emergence of Pope John Paul II as an international media figure who helped champion the fall of communism are evidence of how national and global cultural landscapes have since evolved.
But, for Smith, this conclusion suggests another pursuit. He’s considering taking on a second research-laden book project.
“I’d like to move from The Look of Catholics into a larger project that examines Catholicism, media and politics from the Cold War to the early 21st century. This includes examining religion in film in an international realm,” he said. “European filmmakers such as Roberto Rossellini and Federico Fellini manifested great interest in religion in their projects, and the reception of those films in America raises a larger question of how those European films changed perceptions within the U.S. in the second half of the 20th century.
“This project also involves examining Pope John Paul II as the most significant religious media figure of the late 20th century and how his papacy as a media construction related to the revival of a Cold War cultural logic in America. So I’m interested in continuing to explore the inter- twining of religion, media and politics in modern culture but now more fully across national borders.”
No doubt all requiring extensive time happily spent rummaging archives near and far, not to mention watching plenty of films, popular and obscure, along the way.
Freelance writer Ken Palen lives in Butler Township, Ohio, and is an adjunct professor in UD’s department of communication.No Comments
The fleet of golf carts was lined up outside Kennedy Union, the University’s version of limos for alumni not accustomed to hiking the campus during a Dayton summer. We were at the start of Reunion Weekend, and six of us ’70s-era alums piled into a cart piloted by a pair of catalog-cute UD students. Bound for Marycrest, skirting a construction zone or two, we tried to get our bearings: Hey, isn’t that where the tennis courts used to be? Is that the ROTC building or photo lab? Is that Founders — or Alumni Hall?
But there was no mistaking the towering, brick wings of Marycrest Residence Complex. More construction blocked the main drive and the parking spots where our parents had helped us unload typewriters, suitcases and stereos an astonishing 37 years earlier. Now, as women in our mid-50s, we headed into the side entrance of this place where we had met, a random collection of freshmen and transfer students assigned to 1 North.
The first days of being away at college are a remarkable time of discovery. And, decades later, our own reunion-within-the-reunion last June was, in its way, equally remarkable. We rediscovered — through sharing fragmented memories — who we had been. We discovered what had become of each other during the intervening years. Most amazingly, we found that, despite all we had done, undergone and learned since leaving campus, we really had not changed. We spoke the same, displayed the same mannerisms and tendencies, approached situations the same way, laughed the same as when we were teenagers. That discovery was both eerie and comforting. UD had been paradise, and now in finding each other, we’d reclaimed that place and wonderful time.
HOW IT HAPPENED
If you all loved one another back then, why wouldn’t you now? —Regina McFadden Moran ’75
First of all, we had a blast being back on campus together. We’d hoped for a great time, but many years had passed, and who knew if we’d still click? We hadn’t exactly been sorority sisters after college, sending birthday cards and sharing the small and large moments of life. After graduation, we had scattered geographically, with me eventually landing the farthest away, in Portland, Ore. There was no Internet, just the post office’s forwarding address service and the UD Alumni Office’s alumni directory — which is only as good as the grads who update their info.
This was a reunion heightened by great mystery. Of the nine of us who gathered at UD in June, I had neither seen nor talked with four of the girls since 1977 or ’78: Doreen Dougherty, Anne Marchetta, Anne Rejent and Kathleen McCarter. (Some of our children are college-aged or older themselves, but we were girls for the reunion.)
We other five had stayed connected only lightly during our post-Flyer days. Jonelle Bindl, Regina McFadden, Lynne Bailie, Linda Lee and I had gotten together twice. In 1983 or ’84, inspired by The Big Chill, we’d spent a weekend in Cincinnati, where Jonelle lived at the time. And in 1994, Jonelle and Regina pulled together an autumn reunion weekend in Santa Fe, N.M. — attractive simply because none of us had been there before.
Fifteen years passed. Lynne and Regina — ex- New Jerseyites who now live two hours apart in Florida — were inspired by an overnight they’d spent last summer. It was time, they decided, for a reunion, and one that cast a wider net for more of the girls from our corner of Marycrest and our year at 242 College Park.
So last Thanksgiving, Lynne sent an e-mail titled “THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL INVITATION TO OUR 37TH YEAR OF FRIENDSHIP REUNION!!!!!” She and Regina threw out location ideas ranging from Las Vegas to the Poconos, and they asked for help in finding several other girls from our group.
A couple months and many e-mails later, we’d settled on a nostalgic, budget get-together in Dayton sometime in June 2010. Linda and Kathleen, who live in the Dayton area, jumped in with a hometown welcome. Linda offered to turn her soccer-mom Odyssey van into an airport shuttle. Kathleen set up a Friday dinner at the Oakwood Club and invited everyone to her house for a Sunday afternoon brunch.
Location set, we scoured various sources for finding the missing girls. We started with the UD alumni directory then branched into Facebook, Google, Switchboard.com and the American Dietetics Association website. We sent e-mails and made phone calls. Lynne wrote letters. By the time we’d tracked down Anne Rejent in St. Louis and Doreen Dougherty in Goshen, Ky., we could announce that consensus had led to the weekend of June 11.
Linda soon reported back: June 11-13 was UD Reunion Weekend.
Hmm, good or bad? It turned out to be a beautiful coincidence, with the campus geared up for company. It was an official reunion year for only Regina, who graduated in 1975. But if you are a Flyer, you are a Flyer. When we all showed up for the tail end of the ’75 class party Friday night, of course we were all welcomed in and offered a beer. A good beer.
WHAT WE DID
I thought it was neat that we could just pick up and continue like we’d seen each other yesterday. It wasn’t weird, it wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t any of those things. It was like we were all just friends. When I think about it, we only spent nine months times three years — 27 months — together. And then we are friends after 33 years. So that to me was pretty amazing.—Lynne Bailie Buehrer ’76
The group of us approached the wide-porched house at 242 College Park a little tentatively. Were students living there over the summer? Wouldn’t it be fun to be invited inside? We headed up the front steps of our old home, knocked, tried the bell. Nothing stirred.
We’d been so lucky in the UD lottery to score this house across from the library. It was big, handsome and full of nooks and crannies, including a cubby shelf on the stairway landing where I’d once tucked an avocado pit, suspended on toothpicks, in an attempt to grow an avocado plant. We peeked through a front window: Oh, could that be the same big dining room table where we’d gathered for dinners? We each chipped in about $10 a week, filled Lynne’s VW Thing with groceries from Liberal Market, and took turns cooking and cleaning up.
Our visits to Marycrest and College Park were the pilgrimage part of our reunion. Milano’s was the first stop for the six of us who had arrived by Friday afternoon (no longer a hole-in-the-wall, but a sit-down restaurant), followed by campus. Campus and off-campus were filled with friendly students and an interesting mix of buildings and spaces intact from our era and ones we envied, such as ArtStreet and the Fitness and Recreation Complex. (Anne M. and Anne R. tried out the eight-lane pool.) The total effect was part time travel and part, “Wow.”
And wandering through KU, we loved seeing that in the age of Facebook, the wooden ride board is still matching rides and riders. (Note to President Curran: We know you have lots of renovation plans. But just as the gazebo is sacred, so is the ride board.)
The whole weekend was an amazing chance to reclaim bits of our past that had been lost in the wash of the years. We all had memory gaps and jumbled recollections, and it was awesome to be with a group that could, collectively, fill in the blanks and put things in order. Lynne had packed along her photo album, and those faded snapshots reawakened memories of Halloween parties, Homecoming dances (I loved that dress!), concerts and Flyer basketball.
It wasn’t all “Remember when … .” We did a dizzying amount of catching up: over drinks, dinner and brunch; around campus and in the Ghetto; in the hotel lobby, at parties and in our pajamas. We talked about meeting our husbands, and marriage, divorce and re-marriage. We opened up about college heartbreaks and pain that had been held private at that time, and we listened with a greater compassion and wisdom than we would have at 18 or 20. We talked about creative pursuits, careers and kids. I had to marvel at our little Boomer sample group: All of us were married, all had children or stepchildren, and the majority of our group had younger husbands, with the men being junior by as many as 15 years. Kathleen was the only person I would not have recognized. Her curly red hair was now a chic, ultra-short platinum blonde. But her voice was pure McCarter.
And we shared important stories: Regina’s reflections on her brother’s death while she was at UD. The hepatitis C that Doreen acquired through a blood transfusion after she was the victim of a devastating car crash in 1994, and her subsequent intense interest in nutrition to battle the progression of the disease. Anne R.’s gig, for 16 years and counting, as private chef to sportscaster Bob Costas, NBC’s voice of the Olympics. My cautionary tale about breast cancer screening: while regular mammograms are highly important, so are breast self exams, because some cancers — including the type with which I was diagnosed in 2003 — do not show up well in mammograms or even ultrasounds.
Anne M. had the most dramatic story, about her recent quest to find her birth parents. Through a slip-up in the Catholic adoption agency’s paperwork, she was able to trace her way to her birth mother, who had been a registered nurse overseas during World War II. Her birth father was a Franciscan priest who had visited military hospitals across Europe during the war. The nurse and the priest had told no one about their baby girl. In her pursuit of her past, Anne found welcoming relatives on both sides of her birth family — and insights into her own nature.
A lot of life had sure happened since the late ’70s.
TOUR DE DAYTON
My oldest daughter got married just before the reunion, and the family into which she married was by happenstance a big University of Dayton family. So at the wedding, I talked to a lot of people who were at Dayton or who had graduated recently or graduated a long time ago. And when they were saying how much they love Dayton, I didn’t quite get it — until I went out and saw it again. And then I said, ‘Now I get it.’ —Anne Marchetta ’76
Kennedy Union was buzzing with alumni Saturday afternoon. We registered and picked up nametags in the spot where the candy counter once stood. Thanks to Reunion Weekend, a campus tour and update on student life was delivered to us with cold beverages and snacks — and included department open houses, too. Bottles of water in hand, we joined one of the groups and caught up on renovations and construction, the University’s long-range plans for growth (with breathtaking opportunities afforded by the old NCR property), the big incoming freshman class, the internal debate about the ideal size for the student body (total enrollment now is about 11,000, with 7,700 undergrads), and the no-keg rule.
And just as the tour passed near the old campus laundry building, who should appear but Father Burns. Norbert Burns, S.M., has taught about one-third of UD alumni in the Christian Marriage class he began in the 1960s, and his “Challenge of Modern-Day Marriage” was a fixture for 25 years on WVUD. He stood for a moment to beam at our group.
A slender, dark-haired man with a Class of ’85 nametag broke from the tour to greet Father Burns and tell him, one-on-one, about the lasting impact the priest had had on his life. I took a picture of the two of them, and he did the same for me. I don’t recall his name, but I remember his happiness. When I handed him back his camera, he said that that chance to connect with Father Burns had made the whole trip worthwhile.
Those moments of meaningful serendipity, I reflected, are among the joys of Reunion Weekend. The principle was like those first days of college: Whether you go out with a group or solo, if you are there, something neat can happen. Take Friday afternoon, when my roomies’ golf cart crossed paths with a minivan — and a woman waving out the window and yelling, “Jan!”
What a kick. It was my old housemate Jan Cherry Stanley ’77, whom I’d lived with senior year with a different group of friends at College Park. I made plans to meet Jan and her husband Chris ’75 Saturday afternoon at Mass in the chapel. While I was at the chapel, Anne R. paid a visit to her former English professor Joe Pici and his wife, Anne; a few other roomies headed to Flanagan’s Pub for a beer and some World Cup. All very UD.
Fun coincidences popped up all weekend, including the middle-aged man in the lobby of the Marriott whom I had approached Saturday night after the Porch Party. Would he take a picture of us? Noticing that his name tag read “Ken Adams Class of ’70,” I decided to throw out an improbable question: Did he know Lynette Filips — my sister who was also a 1970 grad? “Shorter than you, dark hair, from Cleveland?” he answered. Crazy. Adams had known her from Cleveland Club.
The lobby of the Marriott, in fact, was like a big UD dorm lobby. Throughout the day, evening and deep into the night, the place was a happy intersection for all ages of grads. And if you happened to be there at 3 a.m., you’d find out you can get pizza delivered until 4. Now that’s the mark of a college town.
UD was so fun. —Doreen Dougherty Carlson ’78
By the time Mass ended late Saturday afternoon, the various department open houses had ended. It was time to get ready for the Porch Party, which was really a big tent with a Mexican buffet and a band. But I was craving a quiet time to retrace my younger self’s footsteps. I decided to try a couple of buildings’ doors to see if any had been left unlocked.
When I slipped inside Sherman Hall, it felt just like my roommates: the same. The tiled floors, the classic hallways and classrooms, and most of all, the building’s comforting institutional smell — was that born of decades of floor wax and textbooks?
I studied the housing notices posted on bulletin boards and the research summaries hanging in the halls. I poked my head out the back door to see the side steps from Marycrest. I pictured myself hurrying through the halls, surrounded by fellow students — and on more than one occasion, running out that door and up those steps to retrieve a forgotten notebook. On the second floor, I paused to watch the perpetual pendulum swing. It all brought a stillness to my heart.
Our getting together was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Some of us had stayed in touch and some not at all, and it was so cool that we could come together and pick up where we had left off — and open our hearts and our minds to each other. And now we don’t want it to end. —Jonelle Bindl Gilden ’77
Back at home in Kentucky, Doreen got all motivated and launched a Marycrest Mavens blog, where she posted a handful of photos from the reunion and provided a space for keeping the conversation going. And indeed that conversation has continued with visits, letters, e-mails and phone calls.
Such as: When Doreen was checking out colleges in St. Louis with her college-bound son later in the summer, she got together with Anne R., who lives in St. Louis. They met each other’s families, talked about partnering on a food enterprise, then — so lucky! — went to the Carole King-James Taylor concert.
When Regina visited family in Chicago in July, she and Jonelle met for lunch. Jonelle, who lives outside Chicago and travels constantly, had dinner with Linda in Columbus in late July and with Lynne in Fort Lauderdale soon after. And just before that, Lynne had toured Massachusetts Maritime Academy with her daughter and met up with Anne M., who lives outside Boston.
No one has made it to my side of the country since the reunion, but I arrived home one day to find a box from Doreen and her fledgling business enterprise, WellFarm Food. She’d sent everyone her WellFarm Nutri-pack — the dehydrated purees she makes from whole fruits and vegetables, mixed in with other goodies such as probiotics and oils. I was in awe as I unwrapped these foods, packaged like a cross between festive party favors and scrapbook art. Cards from both Annes have brightened my stack of ordinary mail.
And I was so touched by an e-mail from Anne R. with an idea “which you inspired and in your honor,” she wrote, for declaring the ninth of each month as breast self-exam day. “I thought the ninth because there are nine of us!” How great is that? I followed through on the ninths of August and September.
Doreen has invited everyone to bunk at her farm in 2011, with families invited. Lynne has already signed on for the country weekend. “I plan on taking a day trip up for the reunion party,” she told me on the phone. “I want to see everybody that I remember from 1976.”
And next June, many other returning Flyer alumni will be surprised by campus but be reminded, as we were: We are UD.
Janet Filips ’77, a communication major turned journalist and writer, lives in Portland, Ore. Arnica Press will publish her first book, Luscious: 100 Recipes and Insider Stories from Oregon Growers, Artisans, and Chefs, in December 2010.
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Seniors Erica Ventura (left) and Carolyn Teter (right) have talked with literally thousands of alumni since their freshman year. They’re two of approximately 60 students in UD’s Telefund program, calling alumni to ask them to make a gift to UD. Their advice for making their day:
1. Be shocked by your reunion year “I’ve called alumni and said, ‘Oh, I see it’s your 40th reunion year,’” Teter said. “And they’ll say, ‘Oh my gosh.’ They’re astounded. They can’t fathom it.”
2. Tell them you loved beating X They did too. After a win over Xavier, “We hear ‘Go, Flyers’ left and right,” Teter said. “The guys get on the phone and have a field day with it.”
3. Be a Golden Flyer “Their stories crack me up,” Ventura said. “Football was huge. The women lived off campus.” And Golden Flyers are the only ones with stories about meeting their true loves on campus 50+ years ago.
4. Give advice “Alumni know what professors and classes to take,” Teter said. “They know it like the back of their hand.”
5. Give a gift Something you might not know: The callers often play games in the calling room, and each gift earns them extra turns and such. It might even help your particular caller score a gift certificate for pizza on Brown Street with a Trivial Pursuit victory. Even more importantly, your love and support of UD’s community deepens theirs.
6. Enjoy the call “We love to just talk,” Ventura said. Teter added, “This is a great job to have. I feel I know so much more about the University. It’s going to be sad to leave.”No Comments
Mark Pulsfort ’74 oversaw the three-year planning and construction of the new Yankee Stadium, now entertaining its second season of baseball fans. Pulsfort, vice president and deputy operations manager for the New York business unit of Turner Construction, had a special interest in keeping the Bronx Bombers’ fans happy; he’s one of them.
1. Take charge Pulsfort, a lifelong Yankees fan, routinely oversees skyscraper construction. But when Turner’s business unit received the bid proposal for the new Yankee Stadium, Pulsfort advocated for the job, knowing his company could handle the schedule and budget constraints of a project that was still being designed.
2. Coordinate Pulsfort used 3D building information modeling to handle the complexity of the project. After trade subcontractors inputted their work into the model, he developed clash reports — such as identifying where a structural beam bisected a water pipe — and resolved thousands of them to reduce risk in the field.
3. Keep an eye on history Features needed to remind fans of the ball team’s history, including the arch frieze hanging from the interior roofline and Gate 4 main entrance façade of precast limestone and granite. “Knowing the history of the old stadium, what the Yankees represent, the records — now there will be new players and history going forward, and I’m very proud to be part of that.”
4. Make every seat in the house a great one Precast stadia installed by cranes and 50-foot cantilevers hinted at the final layout, which positioned several upper seating bowls closer to the field. Fans have better sightlines, improved concessions and an open concourse to enjoy the game.
5. Savor it At the home opener April 16, 2009, Pulsfort walked into the stands, sat back, and watched both the game and the success of the structure he ushered literally from the ground up. It was his favorite moment of the project: “Opening day, to be in the stadium and have 50,000 fans sitting around you and to know you were part of making this happen, particularly when it was on time and on budget.”No Comments
Father Bert Buby, S.M. ’45 professor emeritus of religious studies, is recording a CD series on apocryphal Gospels this fall. It will be released by Now You Know Media in time for Christmas.
How did the four Gospels come to be considered canonical and the others lacking in authority or authenticity (apocryphal)? —Ed Smith, Kettering, Ohio
Predominant leadership in early Christianity really separated itself from anything that seemed to be a threat to what they received from the apostles. Canonical Gospels, in general, are founded on earlier traditions. The apocryphal Gospels — literature ranging from 90 A.D. to 700 A.D. — show us the diversity in some of the outlying communities of Christianity and how they looked at leadership from a different perspective. Soon I will be working on the Gospels of Judas and Mary Magdalene, which are very interesting.
What is the difference between a Marianist and a Jesuit? —Evan Ruggiero ’13, Palantine, Ill.
The main difference is the Marianists emphasize a strong discipleship based on the mother of Jesus. They differ in that brothers and priests are on an equal level of respect, with the priests tending to the sacramental life and the brothers tending especially to the education part of our mission, with both working together for the poor and on social justice issues. Jesuits focus on obedience to the pope and are more individual in their expression of community life.
Why did God require himself (Christ) to die for our sins? —Joseph Bonanno ’72, Manchester Township, N.J.
“God so loved the world that he gave his only son” [John 3:16]. The fact that Jesus became human through his mother, Mary, shows us that someone who was human had to be part of the reconciliation necessary to unite the human and the divine, and Jesus was the one to show us the way. What has not been assumed — our human nature — cannot be redeemed.
What do you think is the future of Catholicism in China and South (even North) Korea? —Robin Smith, Dayton
From listening to the Chinese Catholics here in the United States, it will be a difficult and long journey before Catholics will be able to have the same freedom of expression that they have in Taiwan or southern Korea. Communist authorities control the Catholic expression of faith in public.
When there are significant differences between various English translations of Scriptures, do you encourage students and alumni to select the wording that they like most? —Don Wigal ’55, New York City
As a teacher, I show them what it says from the original language — the Greek, Hebrew — and then have them see which of the new translations seems to capture what was in that original text. There’s a commentary given in four English versions that’s very helpful for students —the Complete Parallel Bible. What they like would be the personal application —Scripture is supposed to have an effect on you.
In a contemporary setting, especially in a place where religion is fading into the background, what role do the church and Mary have to play in society? —William P. Anderson, Lac du Flambeau, Wis.
Dignity of human work, dignity of owning property, dignity of the individual — this is really an area in need because of globalization. The church could really help the whole of society by promoting the compendium on social justice and peace statements in a simpler and clearer format, maybe by making them available at a lower price so more people would read them. And how does Mary fit in? I have a graduate student, Laura Morrison, working on that. She’s looking at Mary as a model of the Catholic social mission through the documents and scriptural passages and applying Catholic social teachings to the life and work of Mary.
My senior year at UD, I had the best possible job — student receptionist at Alumni Hall. One of the sweetest memories I have is when you bought a new pair of running shoes and were so excited that you showed them to me. Father Buby, are you still running? —Anne Muth Orlando ’85, Pittsburgh
I started running in 1970 and was still moving at a slow jog until a few years ago. I am not running because of a hip replacement; however, I do try to run from my superiors.No Comments