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THE UNIVERSITY OF PORTLAND MAGAZINE AUTUMN 2011 WHY BE A PRIEST?

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The Autumn 2011 edition of Portland Magazine focuses on the theme of "Why Be A Priest?" Articles by Brian Doyle ("the Late Mr. Bin Laden"); Dave Devine ("Villanous"); Fr. Charlie Gordon, C.S.C. ("Why I am a Priest"); and Ana Maria Spagna ("Don't Forget"); as well as a photo-essay by Steve Scardina ("Saint Andre").

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WE ARE BACKOne time I was standing at the foot of a whole terrace of bleachers, in aburnished wooden gymnasium, in Australia. It was late in the morning. Theday was warm. The doors of the gymnasium were open and insects driftedin and out, mostly out, I noticed, probably because they were bored by thespeaker. Certainly some of the hundred boys in the bleachers were boredby the speaker. Some of the boys seemed riveted by what I was saying aboutgrace and pain but more of them were riveted by the two rows of demureyoung ladies sitting up front in their beautiful magenta school uniforms. My talk burbled along like a creek and finally it trickled to a close andI asked the boys if they had any questions which indeed they did and fora while the questions came fast and furious mostly about sports and girls,I noticed. Then a tall thin quiet lad raised his hand. Sir, you said that as an American you owed us honesty and you wouldanswer any question as straightforwardly as possible. I said that? Sir, yes. Fair enough. Fire away. Sir, you elected a skinny young black guy President of the United States? Pause. Everyone stopped mumbling and snickering and snapped to at-tention. My host, a tall brawny teacher who had about half an ounce of fat onhim, clapped his eye on the boy like a huge hand. Even the insects paused.

Yes, yes we did, I said cautiously, not knowing wherethe boy was going here — politics? race? razzing Americans? Sir, that is cool. Exhale generally. Yes, yes it is, I said. Sir, that is very cool, he said, and then everyone laughed,one of those delicious huge collective laughs that is a littlebit relief and a lot just surprise and happiness that some-thing funny had been said that no one expected at all, isn’tthat sort of breaking wave of a collective laugh a momentto savor when it happens? We are back, I said, when the wave had ebbed a little,and everyone looked a little startled, to hear me start dron-ing on again, but something had been lit, and I don’t thinkI could have stopped if I had wanted to. We are back, I said.We are trying to be a great country again. We have beena bully because we were scared but now we are back. We’renot perfect. We’ll never be perfect. You’re not perfect either.But we both sure can try. We can try to be great not in

power but in ideas and hope and dreams and laughter and generosity andgrace. We can try that. We can try to be the countries that go past race andviolence and greed and power. We can try, at least. No one else is as strongand young and free as we are, not that I can see. We can dream big. I thinkour countries are cousins in that way. Yes, we elected a skinny young blackguy as President of the United States. That means the world to me and notfor the reason you think, because he’s black or a Democrat or any of that.It means the world to me because I love the idea of my country and I lovethe guts and grace of so many of the people in it. We are tired of violence andlies and by God we are back in the game. I don’t care who we elect, whatparty and what race and what gender, as long as he or she pours every inchor his or her energy into the best most generous most creative most mercifulleast vengeful least violent most inventive America that could ever be.I think we just voted to be us again. We voted to be the very best kind ofAmerica we can be. We might totally screw it up again and this young guymight get booted out right quick but as of right now we are back. Did thatanswer your question? Sir, yes, he said, with just a beautiful hint of a smile, not a whole smile.Yes, it did. gg

Brian Doyle ([email protected]) is the editor of this magazine. A collection of hisshort stories called Bin Laden’s Bald Spot will be published in October by RedHen Press.

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Cover: The Reverend Philip McDevitt,by Thomas Eakins, 1901. Our warmthanks to the Snite Museum of Artat the University of Notre Dame,and especially to Robert Smogor forhis help.

16 / The Late Mr. Bin Laden, by Brian DoyleBrilliant, charismatic, wealthy...and twisted. What a waste of glorious gifts.

18 / Villanous, by Dave Devine ’97Former Villa Maria residents muse and remember and fall down laughing.

24 / Saint Andre, photographs by Steve ScardinaA year ago this fall the Congregation of Holy Cross celebrated

the canonization of its first recognized saint ever,Brother Andre Bessette, of Montreal. The streets of Rome were electric.

28 / Why I Am a Priest, by Father Charlie Gordon, C.S.C.Twenty reasons for having one of the hardest and coolest jobs there is.

32 / Don’t Forget, by Ana Maria SpagnaThings can change. Do not despair. Hold hands against the darkness. Walk on.

4 / Big Paul Waldschmidt and a Polish playwright friend

5 / The cheerful beaming funny gentle treasure Father Pru, C.S.C.

6 / Why do we poison our children? Why is that?

7 / In the seething holy burble of Holy Redeemer School

8 / “This gem of a school”: Diarmuid O’Scannlain’s Commencement speech

9 / The ebullient witty new vice president Father Mark Poorman, C.S.C.

10 / “But no one came”: Robert Thalhofer ’50 on discovering Dachau

11 / Schoenfeldt Series guest Steve Forbert’s phoneographs

12 / “To afflict and comfort”: journalist Steve Duin in The Beacon

13 / The young Billy Gable at the Meier and Frank necktie counter, 1922

14 / Sports, starring World Cup energy boost Megan Rapinoe ’10

15 / University news and notes and feats and fetes

37 / The beloved Father John Delaunay, C.S.C.

48 / “Have the grace to say thanks”: Air Force General Dana Atkins ’77

49 / The hands that delivered the Red Sox a great centerfielder at last

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day realities of living with adisability that is cruel, thoughthat is of course a struggle.It is the knowledge that de-spite the fact that there isdecades-old evidence ofproven therapies for autismand sensory processing dif-ficulties, our son, like somany others, is denied thiscare by insurance compa-nies, despite all the suffering,and by state and federallegislatures that allows thissituation to continue.Barbara HaferPortland, Oregon

FRÖHLICHE FRAUIn 1971, I made my first tripto Salzburg with Fr. PaulWaldschmidt, C.S.C., I was17 years old when I met anAustrian woman with bighair, a crooked smile, andthat white coat. Her children,Matthias and Gabi, giggledshyly behind her skirt. Herhusband, Herr Strobl, wasnoticeably absent since heworked long hours at theStiegl brewery. He had nofirst name. Neither did she.She was called, simply, FrauStrobl. She had just com-pleted her first year of em-ployment with the newlyopened University Center atNeutorstrasse 39 and livedin the basement. She andher family adored Waldy, andhe worshipped her as hishousekeeper and confidante.He would spend four weeksevery spring and fall foryears in the loving embraceof the Strobl family. I re-turned to Salzburg for twosemesters in 1973-74. Thestern and loving Frau Stroblcomforted me through myhomesickness and nurturedme in the Austrian ways.True affection needs fewwords. On my final day inSalzburg that year, I soughther out for our last farewellas I headed to the train sta-tion. She looked directlyinto my eyes and said John,komm nach Hause! (“John,come home!”).

And so I do. Her welcom-ing invitation to return toher family and city sustained

me through many difficultyears of medical studies. Ivowed to return regularlywith a whole tribe of familyand friends. In 1980, shemet my future wife, Diana,and signaled her approval.We spent New Year’s withher and her family in 1984.Once our children becameold enough, we trekked overto spend an Austrian Christ -mas with the Strobls in 2002.And I happened to be inSalzburg on the day the oldCenter closed in 1994. It wasthe only time I’ve seen FrauStrobl weep, as she silentlycarried her memories to thenew Center.

The years with the Uni-versity of Portland have beenkind to Frau Strobl. She isas strong as ever. She andHerr Strobl recently arose atfour in the morning to walk20 kilometers from Mond-see to Maria Plain for Mass,and then returned home byfoot. As I get hairier, heav-ier, and grayer, she remainstimeless in her appearance,fashion, and fitness. Andthat white coat! When I firstdonned one as an intern, Ithought I looked like FrauStrobl...

When I am near Salzburg,I have a bad habit of saun-tering into the Strobl homein Mondsee or at the Centerunannounced. I am alwaysgreeted as the prodigal sonreturned with a strong hugand a swift Stiegl bier aftershe scolds me for not call-ing ahead. We catch up onour families and our careers.And we reminisce aboutour youth and Bishop Wald-schmidt. That fact is this: Ilove Frau Strobl and sheloves me. And that has madeall the difference in my life.John Adler, M.D., ’76Cincinnati, Ohio

complex than the wars in thedesert. This is the reasonwhy this essay touched meso: I understood every wordof it.

Yes, war does unexpectedthings to people. For memostly it has prevented mefrom truly believing in people. But the late Fulfordalways taught us that oneshould not be afraid to putdown one’s thoughts on apiece of paper, and that hassaved me from turning myback completely on what isgoing on out there. I thankPortland Magazine for makingme believe in people again.Keep up the good work.Dennis Miyahara ’73U.S. Dept of HomelandSecurity

After reading Eileen Garvin’sessay “How to be a Sister”(Summer 2011), I write, asthe mother of a sweet six-year-old boy with autismand sensory processing dif-ficulties, to concur that cer-tainly there is pain, muchof it. This cannot be under-stated. But our family istruly just like any family,our son like any other littleboy. Our days also containmuch happiness and laugh-ter, and both of our childreninstill in their parents heart-bursting pride and inspira-tion. My husband and I areblessed with two wonderfulboys and every day we aregrateful for our many bless-ings. What has been trulydevastating is not the day-to-

WOMEN AT WARIt was shockingly clear fromthe article “Women At War”in your Spring 2011 issuethat with 190,000 womenwho’ve served in Iraq andAfghanistan suffering exces-sive post-traumatic stressdisorder, homelessness, sex-ual trauma, and dealing withhorrific wounds, that womenshould not be sent to war...nor should men.Mary Ryan-HotchkissPortland, Oregon

I usually don’t write lettersto the editor. I usually don’tread Portland Magazine care-fully. But for some reason Iread the Summer 2011 edito-rial essay (“Boots”). I readthat little essay seven timesbefore realizing that: (1)That’s the best Portland Mag-azine article I’ve ever read.(2) That’s the best maga-zine article I’ve ever read.(3) That’s the best commen-tary about war I’ve ever read.(4) I was crying after theseventh reading.

I am a University of Port- land graduate, class of 1973.

I protested against thewar in Vietnam. I attendedseveral anti-war gatherings,mostly to meet girls, butI kept my distance from thereal radical element. Ithought I was an intellectualagainst an unpopular war.But alas, I was, as my com-munications professor BobFulford dubbed me, a cynic.And a cynic I remain. Thewar of words seems more

LETTERS POLICYWe are delighted by testyor tender letters. Sendthem to [email protected].

A quiet letter from John Roscoe ’94: his bodhisattva son Evan.

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Schoenfeldt and Sue Fields.Info: [email protected]. ¶ Onstage in Hunt Theater laterthis year: George BernardShaw’s Arms and the Man(November), LillianHellman’s The Children’s Hour(February), and WillShakespeare’s Midsummer’sNight’s Dream (April). ¶ InPortland and environs inOctober for shows: DaveBasaraba ’03 and his risingband The Northstar Session.See thenorthstarsession.com.¶ Published this fall, a collec-tion of essays by the best HolyCross writer alive: FatherLeRoy Clementich, the leg-endary flying priest of Alaska.Seasons of the Spirit, CorbyBooks. Excellent Christmaspresent…

FROM THE PASTIssued November 2, 1917,England’s Balfour Declaration— 67 words that took tenmonths and seven drafts, asscholar Dom Monahan ’67 hasobserved, and still shape theworld. November 2 is celebrat-ed as Balfour Day in Israel tothis day. “His Majesty's gov-ernment view with favour theestablishment in Palestine of anational home for the Jewishpeople, and will use their bestendeavours to facilitate theachievement of this object, itbeing clearly understood thatnothing shall be done whichmay prejudice the civil and re-ligious rights of existing non-Jewish communities inPalestine, or the rights and po-litical status enjoyed by Jewsin any other country.” Peopleforget the second half of thatremark. ¶ Born September 21,1934, in Montreal, a Jewishkid whose first band was TheBuckskin Boys: the polymathLeonard Cohen. ¶ BornNovember 22, 1921, in subur-ban New York: Jacob Cohen,better known to history as thelate odd genius RodneyDangerfield.

THE SEASON“Whenever I find myself grow-ing grim about the mouth;whenever it is a damp, drizzlyNovember in my soul; when-ever I find myself involuntari-ly pausing before coffin ware-houses, and bringing up therear of every funeral I meet…then, I account it high time toget to sea as soon as I can…”Thus Herman Melville, whosegrandfather Thomas proudlyparticipated in the Tea Partymelee. ¶ Dedicated September25, 1998: Corrado Hall, namedfor the deft golfer Al Corrado’55 and his wife Sue. “I am notfamous, I don’t have much ad-vice, and I’ll be brief,” said Alin his legendary 2002 Com -mencement speech. “How canyou serve? What can you give?How will you love? What areyour extraordinary talents andhow will you bring them tobear on evil and hunger andpoverty and greed? I believethat the University of Portlandat its best is a seed, a kernel, anugget inside you. It canchange your life, if you let it, if you are open to it, if you arenot too ironic and skepticaland cynical to think with yourheart.” Wow.

STUDENT LIFEAmong the 830 freshmen(from a record 12,200 applica-tions) flooding onto campusthis fall: 20 valedictoriansfrom the Portland metro area,and some 40 from elsewherein the US and abroad. Total en-rollment this year, includingmaster’s students and the fewnursing doctorate students, isalso a record, 3,600. Thisyear’s freshman class has anaverage gpa of 3.69 and a 1230

SAT score. Wow. ¶ What withall those freshmen, all livingon campus, and an increasing-ly residential student body,we are crowded again, justafter opening Fields andSchoenfeldt halls. Got $10 mil-lion for a new residence hall?They’re such vibrant little villages. See rise.up.edu.

THE UNIVERSITYOn campus September 22,talking about his work as theVatican’s astronomer formany years: the ebullientFather George Coyne, SJ, alsoa professor at the Universityof Arizona. Riveting guy,George; he’s a scholar ofyoung stars and cosmic dust,and has an asteroid named forhim: 14429 Coyne. He is theguest of the energetic Gara -venta Center for Catholic Life,an excellent target forCampaign gifts, hint hint. ¶Also on tap from theGaraventa Center this fall:Scholar William Cook, onSaint Francis of Assisi(September 29), FranciscanSister Antona Ebo, talkingabout the day she marchedthrough Alabama with MartinLuther King (October 4), MarkChopko delivering the annualRed Mass Lecture on the law(October 17, with the RedMass in the Chapel of Christthe Teacher), Servite SisterJoyce Rupp offering a spiritu-al retreat (October 21), andChristine Vladimiroff, formerCEO of Chicago’s SecondHarvest food bank network(which has fed 26 million people), on Christian socialteaching (October 27). Info:503.943.7702. ¶ The new financial vice president thisfall: Alan Timmins ’81, mostrecently president of AVIBioPharma, and an account-ing professor at George FoxUniversity. ¶ The new execu-tive vice president: the personable Father MarkPoorman, C.S.C.; see page 9.

THE SCHOOLSStarting her first year as engi-neering dean: TrinidadianSharon Jones, the first in herfamily to attend college (Col-umbia, in New York). Her goals,she says: encourage morewomen to be engineers (about20% of engineers are female),connect much more with en-gineering alumni and local in-dustry, develop way more study-abroad and entrepreneurshipenergies for students, and jazzthe school’s graduate programs,which are increasingly becom-ing “necessary credentials,” asshe says. Want to meet her?Come to campus Oct. 7. Info:503.943.7314. ¶ New dean ofthe first new medical schoolin Oregon in a century: PaulaCrone ’86, of Western Uni ver sityof Health Sciences, in Lebanon,which opens this fall with 108students of osteo pathy. ¶Guests of the English depart-ment’s reading series thisyear: poet Nance Van Winckel(October 10), fictioneer MaileMeloy (November 7), shortsto-ryist Mary Rechner (January31), and Oregon’s PoetLaureate (we love to writethat), the courtly PaulannPetersen (March 21). Allevents are 7:30 p.m. in BC163; email Herman Asarnowfor details, [email protected].

ARTS & LETTERSOn campus September 27:National Book Award winnerTim Egan, as the University’sfall Schoenfeldt Series VisitingWriter, reading from his workin Hunt Theater; his TheWorst Hard Time is a searingbook about the Dust Bowlyears in mid-America from1930 to 1940. ¶ On campusFebruary 27 as the springSchoenfeldt Series guest:Pulitzer Prize winner JeffEugenides, author of the ter-rific novel Middlesex. Excellenttarget for Campaign gifts inmemory of its late founders,brother and sister Father Art

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At right, Bishop PaulWaldschmidt, C.S.C., whowas president of the Uni-versity from 1962 to 1978,with a friend of his fromtheir theology studies, aPolish playwright namedKarol Wojtyla. Legend hasit that His Holiness PopeJohn Paul II teased Waldythat if Waldy had studiedharder, their roles wouldbe reversed, and Waldy re-plied jovially that the lastjob in the world he’d wantis one where you have towear a summer suit. Thismay be apocryphal.

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The irrepressible avuncular gregariousbeaming campus legend Father Pru,now resident at Holy Cross House(Notre Dame, Indiana 46556, in caseyou want to pop him a note to say hey).Can you make Rise Campaign giftsto celebrate the salty soul of a priestwho served here for almost fifty years,and knew and liked everyone, andnever had a hard word or a meanthought, and essentially is what HolyCross means to the University com-munity worldwide? Why, sure. There’sthe Father Pru Scholarship, for ex-ample, or funds to help the student-athletes he so loved. Call Diane Dickeyat 503.943.8130, [email protected].,rise.up.edu. Tell her Pru sent you.That will make her laugh.

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WHY DO WEPOISONOUR KIDS?From a new book called Environ mentalScience and Theology in Dialogue, byUniversity professors Steve Kolmes (biology) and Russ Butkus (theology).The book, from Orbis Press, followsReading the Bible, TransformingConflict, from University professors Sr.Carol Dempsey (theology) and ElayneShapiro (communication studies).

Perhaps the most important and un-known environmental sign of ourtimes is the impact of toxic exposureson the lives of infants and children.This story involves long time lags,multiple chemicals and routes of ex-posure, and materials we cannot easilysee or sense that nonetheless dimin-ish the capacities and futures of ourown children. The toxic materials in-volved are astoundingly varied andnumerous. The chemical industryworldwide is a multi-trillion dollarannual endeavor producing roughly75,000 different compounds of vary-ing danger. They enter our environ-ment in many ways, from smoke-stack emissions to intentional wide-scale applications of sprays.

Infants and children living in dif-ferent regions and circumstances allhave some things in common. Theirvulnerability to toxic exposure beginswith the prenatal exchange of materialsbetween mother and child throughthe umbilical cord and continuesthrough breast-feeding. As infants de-velop motor skills such as thumb-sucking and crawling, they are ex-posed to common household contam-inants, including dust, and play withtoys that often end up in their mouth.The typical activities of children ex-pose them to toxic contaminationthat includes heavy metals and pesti-cides. In addition, infants and childrengrow rapidly, which makes them es-pecially susceptible to acquiring largeamounts of toxic material into theirdeveloping bodies; they are also sus-ceptible to the development of pedi-atric cancer. Throughout their infantand childhood years brain develop-ment takes place as a rapid and elab-orate process that is threatened ifneurotoxins are present.

Infants and children are also acutelyvulnerable to toxins because theirbodily defenses are incomplete.

Their immature blood-brain barrierallows toxins to pass from their circu-latory system into their central nerv-ous system. In addition, childrenhave lower levels of the chemicalbinding proteins that protect the vitalorgans of adults from toxins. Infantbiochemistry is also less capable ofdetoxifying and excreting poisonsthan that of an adult. Such develop-mental characteristics, combinedwith a child’s longer lifespan, in-crease the time for negative conse-quences to develop, creating an un-usual potential for environmentaltoxins to impact human health.

‘Wasco mask,’ by the superb courtlyOregon artist Lillian Pitt ’10 hon., whosework will be exhibited this fall inBuckley Center Gallery on campus.

Researchers analyzed the umbilicalcord blood of ten newborn babies inthe United States in 2004, revealing atotal of 287 chemicals found in theirumbilical cord blood. “Of the 287chemicals detected, 180 cause cancerin humans or animals, 217 are toxicto the brain and nervous system, and208 cause birth defects or abnormaldevelopment in animal tests,” notedthe report. Among the common prob-lems: lead exposure (which has beenproven to reduce children’s meas-ured IQs), urban air pollution (whichalso causes lower IQ scores), heavymetals and chlorinated solvents inthe air (associated with autism-spec-trum disorders), and living nearFederal Toxics Release Inventory(TRI) sites, which are federally licensed to release toxins at specifiedmaximum levels. A study of child-hood brain cancer in the easternUnited States showed increased risksof brain cancer, diagnosed before agefive, for children of mothers wholived within one mile of a TRI facility.

Childhood asthma doubled in theUnited States between 1982 and 1993.

Approximately 2.3 million U.S. chil-dren with asthma live in parts of thecountry with unhealthy ozone levelsin the air, 2.1 million children withasthma live in areas with high levelsof particulate pollution for part of theyear, and 1.3 million children withasthma live in areas with high levelsof particulate pollution for all of theyear. Air pollution has also beenlinked to bronchitis, childhood respi-ratory allergies, and asthma-relatedemergency room visits and hospitaladmissions.

The widespread use of pesticidesand herbicides can turn rural child-hood terrain into a dangerous place.Childhood leukemia has been linkedto maternal occupational exposure topesticides, as has a greater incidenceof birth defects and autism—autismspectrum disorders have increasedtenfold in the last thirty years. Life inthe suburbs is similarly hazardous:perfluorinated compounds (PFCs)are a component of nonstick coat-ings, fabric, leather, food packaging,and other products. PFC use in thehome translates to PFC accumulationin our bodies. PFCs have been linkedto liver and testicular cancer, im-mune system disorders, birth defects,and other medical issues.

Even children in the Arctic are notimmune from risk. DDE, a break-down product of DDT, a pesticidenow banned in the United States butpersistent, is widely distributedaround the world by wind, water, andfood chains, and still heavily usedaround the world for malaria control.Fish consumption, especially ofpredatory fish, is linked to higher ma-ternal tissue and milk levels of DDEas well as other fat soluble contami-nants like PCBs. The egregious situa-tion for Alaskan natives and CanadianInuit is that they have excessiveblood DDE levels, associated withtheir diet of marine mammals andpredatory fish, despite the fact thatthey live in a region that never usedDDT to protect crops. DDE passesreadily from mother to child throughnursing and across the placenta. Inuitwomen have high levels of PCBs intheir bodies and breast milk.

If children are the greatest treas-ures of our nation and society andspecies, why do we allow them to bepoisoned like this? We know beyondthat shadow of a doubt that the man-ner in which we live is damaging thesmallest and most innocent amongus. Why do we let that happen whilearguing about politics? nn

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REDEMPTIVEHoly Redeemer Parish, a (heroic)stone’s throw from The Bluff, cele-brates its tenth year of affiliationwith the University’s Congregationof Holy Cross men this autumn,and we salute the birthday withthese lovely caught moments byPortland photographer Bob Kerns.Some 40 of the parish school’s 200families boast University alumni,15 University faculty and staff havechildren at the school, and 24 HolyCross men have served the parish,including current beaming pastorFather John Dougherty ’83. Salud.

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“A GEM OF A SCHOOL…”From Diarmuid Fionntain O’Scannlain’s2011 Commencement speech in May,delivered with his usual honesty andquiet wit. O’Scannlain, who also re-ceived an honorary doctorate, is a judgeon the United States Court of Appealsfor the Ninth Circuit.

In our increasingly secular society,your decision to live and to studyhere on The Bluff is to be applaudedas much as is your graduation. Eachone of you could have attended es-sentially any college, and yet all ofyou chose this one. And what likelydrew you here is what makes thisnurturing campus so special: its un-wavering devotion to its mission ofbridging faith and reason. In today’ssociety, your choice of school couldhardly be more significant.

At universities across the country—large and small, public and private—we see a growing and unsettlingtheme: a dedication to so-called“prestige” over mission. The promi-nence of annual rankings from publi-cations like the U.S. News & WorldReport has inspired schools to chasestudents through statistics ratherthan through substance—although,mind you, the University of Portlandhas done well even on this scorecard.And as the lure of stature carries withit the promise of enhanced revenue,the sad result is that many once faith-based institutions are now less inclinedtowards their religious tradition thantowards their moral neutrality.

The University of Portland, however,cherishes and promotes its Catholicheritage no less today than it did overa century ago, when it was foundedto spread the great work of the Con -gre gation of the Holy Cross to the westcoast. The University’s Catholicism,of course, manifests itself in manyconcrete ways, obvious to even theleast observant visitor: The Univer -sity’s leadership is filled with mem-bers of the clergy, the campus isadorned beautifully with ecclesiasti-cal symbols, and the dining hall evenswaps out chicken strips for fishstickson Fridays during Lent. But the faith-based tradition serves a much deeper,if at first subtler, purpose in a Uni ver -sity of Portland education. It strivesto connect the manifold roles themodern university plays—teacher,landlord, social director, chaperone,

and even chef—through a singleoverarching mission. These are ambi-tious pursuits that cannot be fulfilledsimply through textbooks or lectures.Rather, these noble goals are reflect-ed in everything the University does,from the faculty it hires, to the classesit offers, to its code of conduct and itsstudent organizations. Nearly every-thing at the University is intricatelybound to its faith tradition, and no -where else do students experiencesuch a unified purpose to their col-lege education.

Skeptics may argue that the Uni -ver sity’s linkage to faith takes awayfrom its academic pursuits. The lesscharitable may claim that such an education is even closed-minded.But, as you have seen firsthand, suchviews wildly misstate reality. In truth,a recourse to religious tradition doesnot take certain viewpoints out of theclassroom, but rather it opens theclassroom doors to subjects rarelyfound in the secular academy. Onedoes not have to strain to understandthe benefits of religious and philo-

sophical discourse to a fuller contem -plation of many of today’s greatestcontroversies, from worldwide povertyto domestic clashes over sex ormorality. Since its earliest days, theChurch has been a leader in con-fronting the world’s most pressingconcerns, and we would be fools toignore this rich intellectual heritagewhen looking upon the crises of ourown time. And a quick glance at theUniversity’s course offerings, whichinclude everything from neurobiologyto postcolonial literature, should putto rest any misguided fears that aCatholic education is a narrow one.

Instead, a faith-centered educationis a complete education, in a way thatthe purely secular could never be. Asthe Vatican has reminded us, “therecannot be two parallel lives in theirexistence: on the one hand, the so-called ‘spiritual life,’ with its valuesand demands; and on the other, theso-called ‘secular life,’ that is, life in afamily, at work, in social responsibili-ties, in the responsibilities of publiclife and in culture.” Believers of all re-ligious traditions well know that ourspiritual lives are inseparable from

the world in which we live, and theefforts of many universities to divorcethe two are both naive, and ultimately,in vain. Indeed, even in my role as afederal judge, where above all I amcalled to uphold the rule of law, myunderstanding of justice and moralitygrow from, and are enriched by, myown faith. And, as you go forward inlife, students of all faiths will be greatlyserved by the honesty of this Uni -versity’s beliefs, and by the opennessand fullness of its engagement withfaith through education.

Indeed, the import of the University’smission is best measured in the serv-ice of its students and graduatesrather than in the numbers of clergythat adorn its masthead. Nowhere isthis more evident than in the worksand influence of University of Portlandstudents…and we have never neededgraduates like yourselves more thanwe do today. Just as universities arequietly abandoning their deeperprinciples for self-centered prestige,so too has the modern mindset be-come taken by individualism. Andour fascination with individualismcould not be more poorly timed, aswe look out to a world overrun bywidespread catastrophe and unrest.

Brilliance is only as useful as theends to which it is employed; thegreatest ambitions will do little forour world if they are not supportedby a deeper devotion to the humanfamily. We need young people dedi-cated to these noble goals, and weneed schools committed to educatingand forming them; in short, we needyou, and we need schools like thisgreat university. I am heartened thatthis gem of a school is leading theway in solving the most challengingissues of our day, from famine to climate change. And most of all, I amheartened that the University ofPortland is forging its success withoutsurrendering its faith-based traditions.And so should you be heartened thaton this joyous day, this great univer-sity and you, its graduates of variousfaiths, are a striking testament to thelasting role of religion in modern so-ciety and in higher education. Mayyou continue to grow in stature with-out shrinking in faith. May you be anexample to those many schools andstudents that have lost their way.And above all, may you always re-member the rich legacy of scholar-ship and sacrifice that you inherittoday, and may you continue to shareit with others for years to come.

Godspeed. nn LAR

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Father Mark Poorman, C.S.C.Veep, Professor, Hall PriestBrand-new executive vice president as ofJuly. Theology professor, thirty years of cam-pus ministry and student affairs and teachingat Notre Dame. Doctorate in ethics. Highschool in Illinois, where his dad was presi-dent of Lincoln Land Com muni ty College inSpringfield. Had a sort of “intellectual con-version to Christianity,” as he says, grinning,as a junior at the University of Illinois —“aperiod of intense search, being astonished byThomas Merton, majoring in everything for aweek each…” Ordained in 1982. Wrote a bookon how to listen for and seize upon moralhinge points in conversations, basically.Lover of spiritual literature: FlanneryO’Connor, Elie Wiesel, Tobias Wolff, AndreDubus. His own writing these days?“Homilies—stories to capture listeners, catchtheir imaginations to connect to the gospels.That’s a high calling, and all too easy to do itpoorly. I have found that the best spiritualstories are often the least religious, and thatwhat passes for theology can sometimes getin the way of epiphany…” Dreams for histime on The Bluff? “First, be a good HolyCross priest—for example, after twenty-fiveyears it's hard to imagine not living in a resi-dence hall. It's what so many of us CSCs do. I love living with students, being present andalert for them. Second, help build a team offaculty and staff who love their vocation hereand are devoted to the exceedingly bright fu-ture of the University. Third, teach. I’d love toteach theology and ethics and character for-mation to classes mixed with lots of curiousengineers and scientists and business majorsand nurses. Fourth, pour my efforts into theamazing creativity of spiritual life here, tohelp push that deeper and wider, to bring it tothe broadest possible audience. I'd love tostart a sort of Character Project here—anidea that eventually involves all students, allalumni, all friends, in looking at values, deci-sions, habits, virtues, vices, the creation andcelebration of character. That’s finally thecrucial thing we try to teach here, undereverything else, isn’t it? I’d love to make adent there somehow—wouldn’t that be cool,when we are known nationally as the univer-sity most absorbed in shaping and creatingcharacter in its students and friends?”

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BUT NOONE CAMEFrom Company A! Combat EngineersRemember World War II, by RobertThalhofer ’50 (in photo). Among otheradventures, Bob’s company foundHermann Goering’s $200 million stashof stolen art at Berchtesgaden and cap-tured the Nazis’ atomic scientists atHechingen. And then there was this.

Major Reid Draffen: “Early on themorning of 30 April we reached theoutskirts of Munich and started to-ward Dachau. After a few miles, wecame upon the Dachau camp. It hadbeen liberated the previous day. Thesight was incomprehensible. Freightcars were filled with bodies in bloodyheaps. No more than skin and bones,many had been cut down by machineguns as some of the prisoners triedto escape. We entered the buildinghousing the crematorium. We sawbodies piled high on both sides of thecremation furnaces. Some of the fur-naces still held partly consumed bod-ies. On one side of the room werenaked bodies ready for the ovens. Onthe other side was a stack of bodiesstill dressed in their striped uniforms.I became violently sick.

“The worst was yet to come. Inrooms adjoining the furnaces werethe living dead, limp and starving,lying under filthy blankets covered inhuman excrement. Some who diedwhile I was in the room still hauntme. I found that there is nothingmore horrifying than looking into thedying eyes of a starving person. UntilI entered Dachau, I thought I hadseen the worst of war.

“We returned to Munich with theforward troops of the 45th and 42nd

Divisions. We went into the metro-politan area and were greeted bycheering civilians. Having just camefrom Dachau, I was not impressed.We set up our staff in a hotel that wasnot in use. At 2100, an officer calledto inform us that we had to surrenderthe hotel so that it could be used tohouse some important German pris-oners—Field Marshall Kesselring,General Wolf, and their aides. MajorBryant exploded: ‘You can take mycommission before I will give up thishotel for a bunch of Nazis.’ About anhour later, we heard a shot in thelobby. It seems that one of our olderenlisted men, a First World War veter-an, had been sitting in the lobby;

when he saw a group of Germansenter, all in uniform, he opened fire,just missing an American militarypolice major, who was furious. I burstout laughing. We were let off the hookwhen General Eisenhower overruledeveryone.”

John Boll: “When we got to thecamp in Dachau, we found that it hadjust been liberated by units of the42nd and 45th Infantry Divisions andthe 442nd Regimental Combat Team—who were Japanese Americans.Everything was total confusion. Theprisoners were wandering all overthe place, dressed in cheap cotton-striped pants and jackets. The stripeswere baby blue on a white back-ground. The Nazis had obviously runout of fuel to fire their crematory fur-naces. There were bodies stacked likecordwood perpendicular to and alongthe fence, which was topped with

barbed wire. The bodies had beenstripped of clothing and were stackedvery neatly, head to toe, as high asthe eaves of the barracks, approxi-mately 12 feet high, and 150 to 200feet along the fence. There musthave been over a thousand corpses inthose stacks. It was winter and belowfreezing so the bodies hadn’t deterio-rated. But their physical conditionstill haunts me. They obviously hadstarved to death. They were nothingbut skin and bones. Their heads wereskulls covered by a layer of skin. Wecould see the bones in their arms andlegs; their elbows and knees werelike knobs on a club. The prisonersthat were walking around looked verylittle better than those near death. Wewondered how in the world theycould still walk. They were walkingskeletons who were beyond tragic.What to do under such circumstances?

We gave them some K rations (ourbest) and cigarettes apiece. Then wesent them on their separate ways.(Each day in our rations, we were is-sued a pack of three cigarettes, a stickof gum and a small bar of chocolate.)I never really understood why wewere fighting until we experiencedDachau. I have never since been ableto get it out of my mind.”

Bob Bussell: “I recall seeing severaldead German soldiers, including oneSS trooper with a bayonet still stuckin his chest. The odor was unbear-able. I have a vivid recollection of thecrematory. There were two fuel roomslocated on each side of the ovens.Each room contained over 300 bodies.Several box cars on a railroad sidingwere full of bodies—men, women,and children—left there by the Nazisto starve to death. We picked up threeRoyal Air Force officers who hadbeen prisoners, ‘borrowed’ a privateGerman car in the town of Dachau,filled the tank with gasoline from oursupplement tank, and sent themhome.”

Sergeant Clyde Lobdill: “We arrivedat Dachau 29 Apr at about 1200. Wegot to the camp just as the prisonerswere coming out of the main gate.The guards, trying to escape thewrath of the prisoners, were justahead of them. The prisoners beatthe guards over the head with metalrods until half their heads were gone.Dead guards were lying all over theground of the small park located be-tween the main gate of the prisonand the business area across thestreet. I saw several prisoners go intoa shoe store and come back withpairs of shoes tied together and slungaround their necks. One prisonergrabbed a German civilian riding paston a bicycle. I guess the prisoner washoping to ride the bicycle back to hishome, wherever that might be.

“There were thirty-nine boxcars onthe railroad siding next to the camp,so we checked them out. They wereloaded with the naked corpses of men.These men had all starved to death.The guards didn’t have time to cre-mate them before we arrived. Theywere stacked, five and six deep, in thebox cars. The bodies had gray-coloredskin stretched over their bones. Thefaces of the top bodies on the pileswere the shape of a skull. Their mouthswere open as if they were gasping forair. Their eyes were open and had alook of despair. They appeared to belooking for someone to come to theirhelp; but no one came...” nn

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The wonderful Mississippi songwriter Steve Forbert was on campus inOctober, as a guest of the University’s Schoenfeldt Writers Series, andit turns out Steve is a nut for taking cell-phone photographs of “all the littlethings which of course are not little at all if you see them as the lovelypieces of art they are, really,” as he says. The image that knocked him outthe most was the gloriously caramelled apples in Bauccio Commons.“Now that is beautiful,” he said. “You wouldn’t want to eat them or yourteeth would fall out, but aren’t they beautiful?”

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TO AFFLICT & COMFORTFrom an essay by The Oregoniancolumnist Steve Duin in The Beaconthis spring; Duin taught a writing classon The Bluff this year, and was askedby editor Rosemary Peters to contributeto the Voice, a section of the paper re-cruiting student media staff. Duin is theauthor of several books, among themthe epic classic Comics: Between thePanels and the lovely essay collectionFather Time.

“Afflict the comfortable. Comfort theafflicted.”

That’s the advice of an alcoholic inthe film Inherit the Wind. He’s a drunkwith a moral center.

It’s the duty and responsibility of ajournalist, insists Gene Kelly’s char-acter—at least any journalist worthhis or her weight in salt and dignity.

And it is as true in 2011 as it was in

1960, when the movie was made.If justice is to prevail, if truth will

out, the comfortable—the smug, thecorrupt, the shameless—must be af-flicted, and the afflicted—the poor,the lost, the heartbroken—must becomforted.

That’s where you come in.As newspapers wither and journal-

ism loses its shape and power, theplanet is falling out of balance. Thereis trouble in the heartland.

As Bruce Springsteen, America’spoet laureate, has said: “Poor manwanna be rich, rich man wanna beking, and a king ain’t satisfied till herules everything…”

And each time I look around, des-perate for reinforcements, there arefewer and fewer college studentsavailable to confront the afflictions ofthe poor and the comforts of the king.

Fewer investigative reporters.Fewer videographers.Fewer feature writers.Fewer columnists worth a hill of

beans.

Fresh out of Wake Forest University,I took my first newspaper job in 1976,almost 35 years ago. I stayed in thebusiness during its glory years, whennewspapers made so much moneyfrom classified ads and supermarketsupplements that they could throwmoney and reporters at every storyin sight, even that curious break-in atthe Watergate Hotel.

By and large, that money is gone,and many of the best reporters haveretired, disappeared into the belly ofblogs that no one reads, or signed onto promote the very institutions theywere once paid to monitor.

It is no coincidence that the com-fortable have rarely been so comfort-able. The afflicted have never had somuch company.

At 56, I don’t have many years leftto impact that equation.

At 18 or 19 or 20, you’re perfectlypositioned to take the baton.

The Beacon, the University ofPortland’s weekly newspaper, has numerous opportunities to get youinvolved in the timely, and timeless,exercise of afflicting the comfortableand comforting the afflicted.

The jobs don’t pay all that much.But they will involve you, in uniqueand novel ways, in your campus,your church, your college, and yourcommunity. Those jobs will intro-duce you to both the comfortable andthe afflicted, allowing you to decidefor yourself which fraternity deservesyour empathy and which warrantsyour vigilance.

Neither the editors of The Beaconnor I can promise you there’s still alife-long career in this enterprise, ofthe kind that I have cherished.

But if you are inspired to sign on,the afflicted will sleep a little easierand the comfortable will not.

And there are far worse epitaphsfor your gravestone. nn

And speaking of The Beacon, here’s asweet Campaign story: former Beaconreporter Kevin Damore ’03 went on to acareer in newspapers and was writingfor The Santa Clarita Valley Signalwhen he died in March, just thirty yearsold. His friends and family decided tomake gifts directly to The Beacon in hishonor: $1,335, all told, so that Univer -sity students riveted by stories could afflict the comfortable and comfort theafflicted. Our prayers for Kevin’s souland for his bereft family. To make anysort of gift to the Rise Campaign, callDiane Dickey, 503.943.8130, or writeher at [email protected].

University students on a Center for Entrepreneurship trip to China last year proudlybrandishing the best non-daily college newspaper in Oregon. Can you make a Cam-paign gift to support The Beacon? Sure. The sizzling E-Scholars program? Absolutely.See rise.up.edu.

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Born Billy Gable in Ohio, and baptized Catholic before his mom died young, the lanky young man laterknown as Clark Gable arrived in Oregon at age 21. He worked as a logger in Bend, sold neckties at Meier andFrank in Portland, and acted with a troupe in Astoria before finally making it to Hollywood at age 23. Thisphoto, by Frank Sterrett (grandfather of the University’s news director, John Furey) catches the King just before he began to ascend. Can you point your Campaign gifts at the University’s terrific theater program,which hatches superb young actors and directors at a startling rate? Frankly, my dear, of course. Call DianeDickey at 503.943.8130, [email protected].

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World Cup Finalists Megan Rapinoeand Stephanie Lopez Cox were inGermany this summer with theAmerican national team at the WorldCup; Christine Sinclair and SophieSchmidt played for Canada; andRapinoe became a Youtube star notonly for her deft play but for singingSpringsteen’s “Born in the USA” into afield mike after a goal. Hilarious.Somehow only a Pilot alumna wouldhave such fun at such a high level ofplay, you know?Honored by the NCAA’s DivisionOne with its lifetime achievementaward: the dry-witted Joe Etzel ’60,Pilot athletic director from 1970-2004,longtime baseball coach, and starpitcher, too, as a student; his .741winning percentage is still the bestever for a University hurler. Good onyou, Joseph.Women’s Soccer The usual incredi-bly challenging schedule for thePilots (ranked seventh nationally asthe season opened), who will hostmany of the nation’s best teams, in-cluding new WCC member BYU (onOctober 6) and perennial rival SantaClara (October 21). Back for the

women are All-American strikerDanielle Foxhoven and all-WCCgoalie Hailee DeYoung, among manycagy veterans and eager rookies. Seeportlandpilots.com.Men’s Soccer On the Major LeagueSoccer all-star team this year: Pilotalumni Kasey Keller ’91 (still the bestkeeper in American soccer history,isn’t that a great line?), and HeathPearce ’05. ¶ Back for the men, ranked25th in the nation last year, are de-fenders WCC Freshman of the YearSteven Evans and all-WCC RyanKawulok; among the new faces isGeorgian Mitchell Lurie, who playedwith the U.S. Under-18 Men’s NationalTeam this spring. For tickets andschedules see portlandpilots.com.Women’s Basketball Back for thePilots will be leading scorer and re-bounder Natalie Day (15 points and 7boards a game), who again played forher mother’s native Virgin Islands inthe Caribbean Basketball Champion -ships this summer, and deft pointguard ReZina Teclemariam. Amongthe new faces: 6’4” center ErinBoettcher, from the University ofNew Mexico, and quicksilver walk-onfreshman Colleen Olinger, whohelped her Notre Dame High win aPennsylvania state title. Colleen’s bigbrother, we observe with a smile, isKenna Hall’s parish priest FatherGerry Olinger, C.S.C.Men’s Basketball Back for the menis all-WCC senior guard NemanjaMitrovic (13.5 points per game, andsixth in the nation from long range,.463), who spent the summer withthe Canadian National Team; amongthe new faces are much-anticipatedfreshman guard Kevin Bailey, CentralCatholic High sharpshooter DavidCarr, and 6’10” Dutch National Teamplayer Thomas van der Mars, fromGouda. He may succeed KramerKnutson ’11, who will be playing prowith BBC Nyon in Switzerland.Cross Country Back for the men,ranked as high as eighth nationallylast year, are All-American TrevorDunbar, all-West Coast Lars ErikMalde, and sophomore David Perry,who finished eighth in the nationaljunior championships; the men aregunning for their 33rd consecutiveWest Coast Conference title, and sev-enth straiught appearance in theNCAA championship meet. Youknow, the national bang for the buckaward is coach Rob Conner’s forever-more. ¶ The Pilot women, who fin-ished ninth in the West last year, areaiming at their 20th WCC title; they

have won 12 of the last 15. StarNatalie Hemphill ’11, we note withpride, earned a Fulbright scholarshipto study in Spain; she and all-WCCsoccer player Jessica Tsao (to England)were among ten Uni versity studentsearning the postgraduate awards. Cool.Volleyball The Pilots return fivestarters, among them all-WCC KatiHronek, Marissa Plummer, and ArielUsher. New faces: Sam Moore (New -port, Oregon), Bea Loper (MissionViejo, California), Jacqueline Rod -riguez (Warrenville, Illinois), EmilyLiger (Everett, Washington), andKatie Mardesich (Central CatholicHigh in Portland, where she helpedearn two state titles). Hard to replace:Danielle Dupar, the league defensiveplayer of the year, who set the Pilotseason record for digs with 560. That’simmense effort. Thanks, Danielle.Rowing Coach Bill Zack (president ofthe Collegiate Rowing CoachesAssociation, and interestingly theplay-by-play announcer for nineNCAA championships), and assistantcoach Audrey Coon (twice nationalchampion while rowing for WesternWashington University), open theUniversity’s first varsity rowing sea-son in 110 years this fall. “We’ll have60 women competing for probably 40spots, our first event is a Race for theCure October 2 on the Willamette,and we dream of our boathouse inthe future on the new riverfront cam-pus,” said Zack cheerfully. For moreon the team, see portlandpilots.com.Baseball All-American closer ChrisDennis graduated in May, havingearned a school-record 24 saves intwo seasons, and was drafted by theColorado Rockies in June; also draft-ed by the big leagues were Pilot re-cruits Caleb Whalen (MilwaukeeBrewers), Travis Radke (CincinnatiReds), and Tyler Glasnow and KodyWatts (Pittsburgh Pirates). The Pilotsfinished third in the WCC and 24-30overall; they start up again in February.All-Academic 12 University student-athletes were named to the WestCoast Conference spring All-Academic team: seven baseballers(among them athletic All-AmericanChris Dennis), three women’s tennisplayers (Stephanie Fuchs, ValeskaHoath, and Lacey Pflibsen), men’stennisist Geoff Hernandez, andgolfer McKennon O’Rourke. Theteams honor students who earn atleast a 3.2 grade point average.

FOR TICKETS & SCHEDULESSEE PORTLANDPILOTS.COM

A billion more soccer fans now grin atthe name Megan Rapinoe ’10, afterwatching her stellar play in the WorldCup this summer; Rapinoe’s perfectcross to Abby Wambach for a last-minute score against Brazil will be famous forever in soccer, and herhumor and energy were electric for theAmericans, who lost to Japan in athrilling overtime final.

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RISE! Among recent fascinatingCampaign gifts: $3,000 from Dr. DavidChamberland ’94 of Medford, Oregon,to help new engineering dean SharonJones start an Engineering WorldHealth chapter on The Bluff; $65,605from Jack Teske of California towardscholarships honoring his late wifeLois and brother Lloyd (the cheerfulFather Lloyd Teske, C.S.C., who usedto count the grammar mistakes wemade every issue and send us his listin the mail, sigh); $104,000 from thelate Norris and Margaret Melcher ofIllinois, to start a fund for studentsummer study abroad; and $8,000 forthis magazine, from PudjionoDjojonegoro ’80 of Jakarta. There area million ways to make a creative giftto the Campaign; you can bend yourgift anywhere here, really and truly.Call Diane Dickey at 503.943.8130,[email protected]. Heck — call hernow, blow her mind.The Molly Hightower Award,named for the effervescent 2009alumna who was working at a Haitianorphanage when the earthquakekilled her, went to Taylor Bergmann’11, who is starting a shirt company tohelp “the more than a million Kenyankids who are school age but can’t afford to go,” he said. “Molly’s shoesare too big to fill, but I’ll try.”Ten Fulbrights were awarded toUniversity seniors this year, most inthe United States among our peers;the young alumni receive free yearsof study in Cambodia, England, Spain,and Germany. University studentshave earned 40 Fulbright awards inthe last decade. “We really do think ofour graduates as agents of hope andcreativity in the world, and this is aparticularly refreshing and influen-tial way to bring the University’s mis-sion into play internationally,” notedUniversity president Father BillBeauchamp, direct as usual.Or Here’s a Story: Heading to USCfor an accounting master’s: JenniferBrown ’11. Left home at age 14. Wassleeping in her car at age 19. Eightsurgeries for health problems. Starstudent on The Bluff. “In my 30 yearsas a teacher I came across very fewpeople as committed to their studiesand to achieving success as JenBrown,” says business professorLarry Lewis. Wow.The United States Province ofPriests and Brothers of the Congre -gation of Holy Cross was born July 1,

when the small Eastern Provincemerged with the large IndianaProvince (from whence come all ofthe University’s Holy Cross men).There are more than 500 men in theorder’s U.S. Province, among them102 seminarians. The order servesfour colleges (Portland, Notre Dame,Stonehill, and King’s), and 15 parishes,and sends men to Mexico, Chile, Peru,and Africa. All told there are some1,500 Holy Cross men in 16 countriesaround the world. For more see thecool new website: holycrossusa.org.The University’s Pacific Alliancefor Catholic Education programcounted 38 students on campus thissummer; this fall they are off toAlaska (Fairbanks), Utah (Draper andOgden), California (Sacramento),Washington (Yakima), and Oregon(Portland and Astoria) to teach inCatholic schools and live in commu-nal spiritually minded PACE houses.PACE students earn a master’s inteaching from the University whileactually teaching and earning salaries;of the 68 PACE alumni currentlyteaching all over America, 31 teach inPortland metro. Cool program, nowimitated by 14 other American col-leges and universities. ExcellentCampaign target, ahem.The National Honor Roll forCommunity Service again includes

the University of Portland, the onlyOregon school honored continuouslyby the President’s National andCommunity Service project since thelist’s start in 2006. Some 1,515University students donated commu-nity service last year, for a total of54,200 hours (which adds up to 2,258days, or more than six years of serv-ice, wow). The primary vehicle for allthis labor on The Bluff is the MoreauCenter, which coordinates tutoringin local schools and jails, neighbor-hood clean-ups, visiting hospices,serving food to the homeless, andvarious social justice “plunges,”among much else.The University’s New TradingRoom and Financial Research Labopened in Franz Hall this year, allow-ing students in all disciplines to ana-lyze real-time financial market datamovements and place trades. Thecenter has nine Bloomberg terminals,which give students the opportunityto view real-time analysis and histori-cal research of business and financialsecurity. The facility is the largest ofits kind at any university in the West.Students are also able to becomeBloomberg-certified through the lab,“giving our graduates an advantage inthe job marketplace,” noted businessdean Robin Anderson. Campaign tar-get? O dear yes. See rise.up.edu.

Grecia Lora ’11 in Nicaragua this summer with 20 other University students andstaffers, who all chipped in to help build a school in San Ramon, among other ad-ventures. The University's Moreau Center has nine other immersion projects likethis. Superb Campaign targets? Why, yes: see rise.up.edu.

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And what could anyone add to theocean of comment and opinion andconclusion and musing and snarlingand vengeful remarks published andshouted about the recent death of MrO. bin Laden, late of Abbottabad, Paki-stan, shot to death in his bedroom,perhaps with his television remote inhis hand, perhaps moments after hefinished coloring his beard black againfor a video production scheduled forthe morning? Not much, especiallyin my case, after nearly ten years ofquiet rage that he murdered three ofmy friends on September 11, cacklingover their deaths, a cackle I will neverforget as long as I live. And yet, andyet, I find myself thinking how verysad; not his death, in which the bulletshe had so often assigned to othersfound him at last, but his life, wastedon a foolish and murderous idea, caus-ing such epic wreckage, and perhapsin the end doing far more damage tohis beloved religion than anyone elsein its long and often admirable history.

I say this as a Catholic man, wellaware that my religion tried bin Laden’sidea, and found it a roaring failure,responsible for uncountable deaths ofinnocent souls; we call our collectivecampaign of savagery the Crusades,and even the most rabid among Cath-olics today cannot say with a straightface that our attacks on the infidelsucceeded in anything except gainingthe Church a well- deserved reputationfor militant murder; and from thosebloody years the Church sensibly re-treated back mostly to a businessmodel, spending the next seven hun-dred years as one of the largest, rich-est, most influential, riveting, andtroubled corporations in human his-tory. Entepreneurial Catholic individu-als murdered and robbed the pagansof the New World, certainly, but as areligion, rather than murder otherestablished religions we sought to out-populate them, ignore them, negotiatecomplex truces, or, as we did recentlywith the Anglicans, offer them read-mission to the mother ship from whichyears ago they disembarked, in theircase because of the sexual politics ofkings, one of the great human spec-tator sports. In a real sense, after theCrusades finally petered to their ig-nominious end, we matured as a re-

ligion, we realized that the sword wasthe worst of persuasive devices, andwe turned to other hinges of history,some brilliant, like the public relationsgeniuses Mother Teresa of India, KarolWojtyła of Poland, Dorothy Day ofBrooklyn, and the elementary schoolsystem on which much of modernCatholicism was built. Today, long cen-turies after we waged holy war againstpeople who called God other namesthan we did, there are a billion Catho-lics in the world, and two billion fol-lowers of the devout Jew Yesuah benJoseph.

It was the fervent dream of the lateMr. bin Laden that an epic war arisebetween the nearly two billion follow-ers of Muhammad ibn ‘Abdullah,blessed be his name, and the followersof Yesuah ben Joseph, blessed be hisname, and this fiery dream, born in1998 with the murder of Kenyan andTanzanian innocents, consumed twentyyears of what must have been a verybright intellect, an often-attested-topersonal charisma, and a mountainouspersonal fortune, and again I find my-self thinking how sad this was, howmisguided, how twisted. What a wasteof gifts given to that man by the Cre-ator! Imagine, for a moment, the sameman alert to humor, perhaps the great-est weapon of all. Imagine the sameman, humorless in this life, infused bythe holy merriment of a John XXIII, aDalai Lama, a Desmond Tutu. Imaginethat same poor soul, consumed dayand night by smoldering hate andworries about rehearsing his lines forhis video performances, alert to thepower of mercy, apology, simplicity,conversation, common ground. Imag-ine what he might have done for thereligion he loved, had he bent his ca-pacious talents to witty connectionrather than wanton destruction. Imag-ine, for a moment, that he might havebecome a great man, rather than thepreening thug he was, wrapped in ashawl, obsessed with himself, hidingin a dark room, waiting for the explo-sive death he must have known wouldsomeday be his fate. What a waste. nn

Brian Doyle is the editor of this maga-zine, and the author most recently ofGrace Notes, a collection of essays, fromACTA Publications in Chicago.

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Honestly? Villa Maria is a squatbeige shoebox of a building. It’s notarchitecturally interesting or histori-cally relevant. No Gothic flourishes orsoaring sunlit atriums. The roomsaren’t roomy and the hallways aren’thallowed. But the place has somethingyou could never pay an architect todraft or a contractor to install. Thereis heart in it. There are hallways thatthrum with life and laughter and love.There is spirit to spare. Young menon the edge of adulthood shot throughwith optimism and loyalty. There arelate-night debates and early morningalarm-clock arguments. There is anunbridled, improbable passion foreverything from shopping cart racesto women’s soccer matches. Whichis to say there’s a Drum Squad. Anda Bishop. And an inflatable Gorilla.And one year, a bed loft so astonishingthat students hiked across campusto see it. Most guys who lived in Villawill tell you it wasn’t a dorm, it wasa home, and that seems about right.A home with a hopeful heart.

All these funny stories come to mind,stories of inane behavior and ridicu-lous plans, but my first memory ofVilla was pulling up to the front doorwith my parents, a scared and nerv-ous freshman, and seeing smilingfaces as the Welcome Crew came tohelp us unload the car. I’ll never forgetthose faces.

Father Joe Corpora wanted to set anew tone for the start of his secondyear as hall director, and the tone be-gan with our hall staff. He instructedus to inspect every desk, chair, pillow,outlet, toothbrush holder, and win-dow shade — every inch of floor andwall space. We measured bed frames,counted tiles, snipped carpet snags.A complete inventory of every room,top to bottom. That’s how we foundthe Bishop. The basement rooms werefilled with junk: abandoned bicycles,crates of outdated textbooks, forgotten

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seething hilarious heavinghome of a hall.

Collected by Dave Devine

gadgets. The Bishop was in a storagecloset with some books and brokenlamps. We all had the same thought assoon as we saw it: the Bishop belongsin the Villa Lounge. We carried himup — no easy task given his size andweight. Father Joe inquired aroundcampus about the statue’s origins, butno one seemed to know anything.So the Bishop found a home in Villa.He was written into the Villa consti-tution as a community member, andno hall meeting was official unlessthe Bishop was present. He annuallytook his place at Villa’s entrance dur-ing freshman move-in, dressed ac-

cording to that year’s theme. He oftensported a Villa Maria t-shirt or scarf.We tried to haul him to a soccer gamein 1988, but only made it to the base-ball field before realizing it was a ter-rible idea. And then one summer,inexplicably, University workers weresent to Villa to remove the Bishopfrom the lounge. He’s in some officein the Physical Plant now. It still feelslike a kidnapping to us.

An alumnus and former Villan tellsus his son has been diagnosed withleukemia. The family desperatelyneeded to find a bone marrow donor.Once a Villan, always a Villan. Theguys from Villa started a spark thatspread across campus. By the timewe were done, the people from thebone marrow registry who came tocampus hoping to sign up donors ranout of registration forms. That’s Villa.

A Villan named Chris Woo lived inthe stairwell triple on the first floor.He built a loft one summer that youraised and lowered on a winch. It wasa major production to bring it downeach night. The whole thing took awhile to ascend and descend. Peoplecame from all over campus to see it.

Oxfam was a huge event for Villans.Other dorms never did as much. Weplanned and raised money all yearfor Oxfam. Some people called it the“Penny Contest,” because all the mon-ey had to be turned in using pennies.Villa made a special deal with thelocal bank, because there was suppos-edly a limit on the number of penniesthey could release at any one time.The final weigh-in was held in theCommons, and we literally drove apickup truck full of guys carryingfabric bags of pennies across campus.The table broke under the weight ofall the pennies.

How many feet of fabric would weneed to make kilts for the Drum

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Squad? A bolt sounded about right.It sounded like a cool amount. We’lltake a bolt. That’s what we said to thelady at the fabric store near campus.She looked at us like we were crazy, in-quired about our intentions, and thenproduced the appropriate amount ofgreen tartan to make skirts for twentyguys on a Saturday morning. Our Kilt-Making Workshop, an official hallevent, began ambitiously enough, withinstructions on sewing and hemmingand other things we knew nothingabout. We cut and trimmed and tookhilarious measurements. Of course,with time running out and the firstwomen’s soccer game of the seasonlooming, our workshop devolvedinto a scramble for belts and shoelacesand pieces of rope as guys lashedfabric to their waists and roared offtoward the field in a testosterone lath-er. It was the drums that mattered

anyway, and you could hear themclear across The Bluff.

The Villa Gorilla was born in thesummer of 1998. It was my first fewweeks as a hall director and we weretwo days from opening the doors toincoming freshmen. I’d called a staffmeeting to discuss our welcomingplans and one of the guys on the crewblurted out, “We should get one ofthose gigantic King Kongs you see atcar lots when you’re driving downthe freeway, and put it on our roof!”I figured the idea was completely ludicrous, the University would neversign off on it, it certainly would beridiculously expensive, and we hadabsolutely no clue where to get agorilla. So we did it.

Chris Woo’s loft was so legendary oncampus that it spawned a band called

Woözloft that played the UP Battleof the Bands that year.

Construction on Corrado Hall hadjust finished, making a new quad ofthree dorms in the northwest cornerof campus, and the school year wasabout to start. The powers-that-be ap-parently couldn’t think of a suitablename for the new quad, but it seemedobvious to us. Our welcome crewpainted a huge sheet of plywood inVilla blue and green that warmlywelcomed residents of all three dormsto the Villa Quad. Minutes beforefreshmen and their parents arrived,the billboard was mounted on beamsand anchored into the sod. OneCorraan was furious. He stormed out,pried the sign from its foundation,and hurled it back toward Villa. Afterhe got distracted by incoming resi-dents, we replanted it firmly at Villa’sfront door, so our freshmen wouldknow the name of their new quad.That was a good day.

I think in four years of living in Villa,we locked our door maybe twice ayear. That’s Villa.

I remember when Damien died. He’dbeen missing for days, and nobodyhad seen him. He used to work theVilla front desk; we all knew him,and it wasn’t like him to simply dis-appear. We eventually found out he’dfallen down a cliff on the Oregon coastafter stepping out of his car near theedge. Our hall director, our RA, andsome other Villans drove out to theplace where he died and left a crossthere. Then we all pooled our moneyand bought Damien a gravestone,which we put in the Villa lawn. It’sstill there.

Every year the University deliveredphone books, one to a dorm room.Since they were rarely used, most werehauled off to the Physical Plant to berecycled. One Villan knew about this.Throughout the night, he and hisaccomplices stacked the phone booksin front of my door, up to the ceilingand across the hall, so that even ifI pushed, the pile wouldn’t budge.They weighed the pile later: two tons.That’s Villa.

I lived in Villa for eleven years, thelongest-tenured Villan ever. It was anamazing and grace-filled time. I hadthe privilege of celebrating Mass withthe guys and their friends each Tues-day night, including my Mass ofThanksgiving after being ordained.I encountered our guys in all the joysand struggles of their lives as college

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students. The late night knocks onthe door: Father Ed, can I talk to youfor a minute? However, the most hum-bling experience has been the wayI’ve become part of the fabric of theirlives after they graduated. I’ve lostcount of all the Villa weddings I’ve hadthe honor to preside at, or the grow-ing number of Villa children I’vebaptized. I have not lost track of thenumber of funerals for Villa men —two — nor the number of Villa menwhose children I have buried — one.In many ways, the men of Villa helpedme become the priest I am today.

Chris Woo: If I’d spent as much timegoing to class as I did working on thatloft, I might have saved my parentsthe additional $20,000 it took to fundmy fifth year at the University.

We were launching water balloonswith a sling from the patio behind theVilla lounge. A few of us were in thesecond floor windows, facing the quadand using a cell phone to call in tac-tical strikes to the crew in back. Thehall director from Corrado was watch-ing the balloons as they flew overVilla.Unfortunately he was out of range.

I guess I found my real self in Villa.

There was a serious disagreementin the hall, two guys at each other’sthroats. A couple of Villans steppedin and arranged a means of resolvingthe issue: Race to the baseball fieldand back from the front entrance ofVilla. The involved parties agreed toterms and “training” commenced; oneguy bought his first pair of runningshoes ever, and the other guy contin-ued to eat a lot of Taco Bell. The racewas scheduled for the following Sun-day night, and the organizers gave ittheir best Don King effort. Mehlingwas notified. Crowds were rallied. Thefirst guy dressed in white. His oppo-nent dressed in black. Neither wasparticularly athletic. The guy in whitetook a commanding lead on the wayout, with an impartial Villan con-firming that each participant touchedthe baseball fence. Our man in whitewas fading desperately in the home-stretch, but he still managed to tripacross the line and nose his adversary.Of course, there was post-race quib-bling and allegations of cheating,claims of impropriety and demandsfor a do-over. Thus was born VillaNight at the Races.

I remember the Gorilla somewhatdifferently. My friend Shawn said weshould get some big inflatable objectand put it on the roof. That was it.

Then we ran off to one of our roomsand cracked open the Yellow Pages.This was only days before freshmanarrival, so we had no idea what we’dcome up with. We called one of thenumbers, told the guy what we werelooking for, and he started rattlingoff the items he still had available.When he got to “Gorilla,” we knewthat was it. Oh, yes.

I was a transfer student, moving intoVilla a few weeks into the first semes-ter. I was kind of nervous moving intoa dorm, because I’d lived by myselfand didn’t know how I’d fit in. As Ipulled my car up to the front doors,there were a few guys sitting at thefront door. Before I could even get outof my car, they came over to help.I’ll never forget that.

When the University built the VillaQuad, they transformed a plain park-ing lot into a lush mound of poorlydraining grass, too fragile at the timefor playing sports. Fortunately, thewide concrete path around the quadmade an ideal track for chariot racesin shopping carts.

Freshman year, the Villa Man Auction.

A group of friends dreamed up a skitcalled “Painful Love.” The premisewas simple: Wax various parts of ourbodies and have girls bid on them for$50 a strip. The girl who bought oneof my strips of wax is now my fiancée.We’re getting married in October.

Several Villans decided that good winecost too much and they ended upfermenting their own “wine,” usingWelch’s grape juice, baker’s yeast,sugar, and empty Carlo Rossi gallonjugs. The beverage went by differentnames, but was usually referred to asThe Purple. It looked like ink, tastedlike dirty oil, and had an alcohol per-centage which varied significantlyby the batch. After choking down thefirst glass, you felt pretty good, soyou’d order up a second. Typicallythen you’d wake up the next afternoonwondering how you got that cut onyour elbow.

I thought Villa would be a place to live,but it was a community.

I didn’t volunteer for military service,but some of my Villa brothers did. Iawoke many mornings, sun still notup, to find my roommate countingoff push-ups or returning soaked fromanother rainy PT session. One fallmorning I was on my way to an earlyclass when I ducked into the televi-sion lounge near the front entrance —a common habit to check the statusof a ball game or see what movie wasshowing. But instead of finding a fewVillans slouched in the sofas takingin SportsCenter, I saw a roomful ofsober and silent faces, all staring atsmoke-filled chaos in lower Manhattan.I don’t remember my classes thatday, but I will never forget hall Massthat night. The basement chapel waspacked. Students leaned against thewalls and the emergency exit waspropped open to allow in the cool Sep-tember air. Circled around the altar,hands linked with cadets still in formalmilitary dress, we prayed the OurFather and offered signs of peace withan uncommon sincerity. Years laterwe’re still at war, still praying forthose soldiers.

I think Chris Woo made a replica ofhis loft out of balsa wood and attachedit to his mortarboard when he walkedat graduation. That loft was crazy.People are still talking about it.

All these memories, they just keepflooding back... nn

Dave Devine ’97 works for the School ofEducation.

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SaintAndré...Celebrated a year ago this autumn, in Saint Peter’s Square in ancient seething Rome, and all over the Catholicworld: the acknowledgement that Brother Andre Bessette, of the Congregation of Holy Cross in North America,was indeed a saint, and should be spoken of that way: as of October 17 last year, he is Saint Andre Bessette,C.S.C. Andre, who spent his whole life as a porter, barber, undertaker, chauffeur, and interlocutor to Saint Josephfor healing, is the first acknowledged saint in the order’s 174-year history – a history much enlivened by 110 yearsof Holy Cross men at the University of Portland. We suspect that the order’s founder, Blessed Basil Moreau, C.S.C.,will eventually become the second acknowledged Holy Cross saint.

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...the firstHolyCross saintThe subtle Oregon photographer Steve Scardina, in Rome that day to catch the canonization celebration,also caught this lovely image of folks waiting to be admitted to the Square; but isn’t this, in a real sense,a photograph of Catholicism itself? Tall and short, aged and dewy, thin and not so, shabby and suave, wehold hands against the dark, grateful for grace, determined to use of divine gifts to advance the mysteriousgift of What Is...to help the University marshal its collective gifts against the dark, you might consider aCampaign gift toward, say, the Saint Andre Chapel, or the Garaventa Center for American Catholicism, orscholarships for students bent on working for others, or celebrating the sweet legacy of Holy Cross onThe Bluff...see rise.up.edu.

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I love being a priest for all the usualreasons, which are excellent, and Irevere them, but here are some otherreasons.

I love being a priest because it isgreat to be something that has beenaround so long that it is practicallyhard-wired into the human brain. Therehave probably been people recogniz-able as priests about as long as therehave been people recognizable aspeople. If a guy wandered out of thePleistocene epoch and into a churchand saw me behind the altar he’dlikely have a pretty good idea whatI was and what I was doing. And ifOrigen of Alexandria or Theodore ofMopsuestia or Eleanor of Aquitaine orShakespeare of Avon or Shakespeare’stailor walked into the church theywould know exactly what I was andexactly what I was doing. This mattersto me because I’m a romantic by na-ture and find it moving to think about.More importantly, because a priestis such an ancient thing to be, an en-counter with one touches very deepchords in the human mind and heart.Strains of longing, hope, and dreadare sounded, as are any number ofother feelings, some for which thereare not yet names, and doubtlesssome for which the names have beenforgotten. They are feelings as oldand profound as those stirred by anencounter with a solar eclipse or avirgin queen.

Once you are known to be a priestyou are treated differently. Walkthrough an airport in clerical dress:a stranger might pull you aside andpour out a story of joy, grief, or repen-tance; and moments later you mightreceive from another passerby a glanceof such unfathomable loathing thatit makes you miss a step. Despite theunpleasant aspects, the thing I loveabout all this is that my meetings with

Why I Am a PriestTwenty reasons for having one of the

hardest and coolest jobs there is.

By Father Charles Gordon, C.S.C.

other people are freighted with pos-sibility. The energy is there, at somelevel, for almost anything to happen.And God willing, what happens mightbe full of grace.

I love being a priest because rightnow there are more than a billionpeople in the world for whom I’m notonly a priest but also their priest. Onthe off chance that we ever meet,they will know what to make of me,and I will have a way to be with them.

I love being a priest because I hearabout miracles. Many people thinkmiracles don’t happen, or are very rare,but this is only because people tendnot to tell each other about their mir-acles. But they’ll tell a priest.

I know a woman who was comfort-ed by an angel and a man who wasvisited by the Blessed Virgin Mary. Iknow a woman whose beloved fatherdied when she was barely out of herteens. When it happened, she turnedto the scriptures for solace. She openedher Bible at random and read, “Inplace of your fathers will be your sons.”She was single then. Now she is mar-ried and has four children, all of themboys. That is her miracle.

And then there are the conversionstories. I know a fellow who when hewas a graduate student was teeteringon the brink of faith. One night, whilewalking past the darkened shop win-dows of a deserted city street, he offeredup a silent prayer: “God, if you arethere, and if you care, please give mesome kind of sign.” At that moment,a shabbily dressed man on a bicyclecame around the corner riding in theopposite direction. As he passed, helooked the student in the eye and said,“God loves you.” Game, set, and match.

I’ve spoken to a Chinese physicistwho converted from atheism to Chris-tianity because ice floats. He told methat every other liquid sinks when it

freezes. If water sank when it froze,he assured me, the earth would be en-tirely lifeless. We exist because waterbehaves in this odd way. That, hesaid, cannot be a coincidence and sohe believes in our Creator.

I hear stories like these becausepeople feel it’s okay to tell a priestthings they would find awkward to sayin public. Happily, there is a corollaryto this instinct: It’s okay for a priestto say in public things that would beawkward for other people to say. Asa priest, I have a kind of diplomaticimmunity from the social taboos againsttalking about God, or anything elsethat really matters, in polite company.When I speak up I will at worst seean expression on someone’s face thatseems to say, “Oh well, what do youexpect? He is, after all, a priest.” I canspeak badly, or I can speak deftly,but at least I’m free to have a go. WhatI love most about this special priestlylicense is the freedom it gives me tospeak without irony. Almost invariably,when folks do speak about God inpublic, they hedge their remarks withprotective ramparts of irony. That wayno one can be certain that they real-ly mean what they say, and if pushcomes to shove they can pass it all offas a joke. I love not joking. I love beingable to speak about God simply andfreely from the heart. I love being apriest because, years after the event,people will come up to me and tellme that something I said changed theirlives. And more often than not, if Ican remember the occasion they arereferring to, what they heard is notwhat I meant to say. I suppose I couldbe bemused or even annoyed by this;instead I take it as welcome evidencethat the Holy Spirit is using me as aninstrument through which peoplehear what God wants them to hear.

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manage to say something useful dur-ing a pastoral encounter that I amdead certain I couldn’t have come upwith on my own. Again, in those mo-ments, the presence of the Holy Spiritseems palpable. And when I presideat the Eucharist I am the instrumentof Christ, who is the real priest. I lovebeing a priest because the Mass is adistillation of what it is to be human.In 1977 two Voyager spacecraft werelaunched carrying golden phonographrecords. The records were designedto tell extra-terrestrials what humanbeings and human culture were like.A great deal of thought was given towhat the records should contain. Theycould have saved a lot of trouble bysimply making a recording of the Mass:it’s all there. After the Gospel andthe Eucharistic Prayer what is thereleft to say about human nature? Andas for culture, the Mass is imbuedwith cultural riches that reach backthrough the Middle Ages to ancientRome and Athens to Mount Sinaiand beyond. An epic poem or oratoriocould be written about nearly everyphrase and gesture. In fact, countlessartists, knowingly or not, have takeninspiration from the themes, shape, andtextures of the Mass.

For instance, I teach a course aboutthe Catholic novel. For years I havebeen telling my students that whenthey have an essay to write for classand are stumped for a topic, there aretwo questions that can be fruitfullydiscussed in relation to any Catholicnovel. The first is, what is the goodnews that that the novel holds out? Nomatter how bleakly the human con-dition may be depicted in a Catholicnovel, there will invariably be someelement of hope on offer. The secondquestion is whether the main characteris ultimately saved. This fundamentaltheme in Catholic writing goes backat least as far as Everyman and theother morality plays of the fifteenthcentury. Whether the protagonist livesor dies is a secondary issue. The con-dition of his or her soul is what reallymatters. It has occurred to me onlyrecently that these two questions cor-respond to the two main parts of theMass. The good news is a kind ofgospel. It is analogous to the Liturgyof the Word. The theme of whetherthe protagonist is saved is ultimatelygrounded in the Liturgy of the Euchar-ist in which the Body and Blood ofJesus Christ are offered so that sinsmay be forgiven.

I was ordained at a time when people were having difficulty sayingjust what a priest was. Some of uswere told we would have to go andfind out for ourselves. I found my

answers in the parishes where I served.My teachers were devout womenwho had been members of their localchurches for decades. They werespiritual heirs of the prophetess Annaand of the “widows” of New Testamenttimes who practically constituted adistinct office in the Church. In theirday these women had seen any num-ber of priests come and go. If anyoneknew what a priest was, they did. Iset out to benefit from their wisdom.If they were pleased with me I couldn’tbe going far wrong. I love being apriest because of them.

And I love my order, my particulartribe of priests. I love the Congregationof Holy Cross because when you sitdown to dinner in community therewill be someone in the room whoknows the answer to just about anyquestion you can imagine. I love HolyCross because in our community thereare conversations and arguments thathave been going on for thirty yearsor more. I love Holy Cross because thefamiliar, unprepossessing fellow sit-ting next to you is sometimes a worldauthority in his field, or has pouredout his life in selfless service to thepeople of God, or both. I love HolyCross because, in a crisis, a fellow withwhom you’ve had an apparently ca-sual, friendly relationship will be re-vealed as a well of wisdom and com-passion. I love that several hundredgood men have my back. I love theway we honor each other’s fathers andmothers and families. I love that HolyCross hospitality is legendary. I lovethat Holy Cross men seem to know in-stinctively that you do not have tostand on your dignity in order to havedignity. We spend the greater part ofour time together talking about sportsor the next movie we want to see, butwe are having those conversationswith men who have given their livesover to service of Christ and hisChurch with unqualified generosity.They have known success, and hadtheir share of failures, but they are stillhere, and they are still Christ’s men.I love spending time with men whoare very different than me in theways the world cares about, but withwhom I am in deep agreement onthe things that really matter. I love thehigh regard we have for good, hardwork. I love to sing the Salve Reginawith my Holy Cross brothers. I lovethe way you often discover, after know-ing someone for a long time, thatthey have a profound devotion to theBlessed Virgin Mary. I’ve found overthe years that this turns out to be trueof most of the best of us. I love thetransformation that seems to comeover someone you think you know

well, and perhaps have taken for grant-ed, when you have the privilege ofseeing him minister to God’s people,particularly in a moment of tragedyor great joy. I love the stories about theold days and the great and colorfulmen who did so much to make us whowe are, but who now sleep in Christ.I love that we remember our beloveddead in prayer by name on the an-niversary of their deaths. I love thata hundred years after I’m gone some-one will be mentioning my namealoud in prayer. I love being able tovisit the community cemetery whereI will one day be buried myself. I lovebeing able to work in places wherewe have been so long that the lifebloodof our community is in the bricks. Ilove to visit a Holy Cross communityand its members somewhere in theworld for the first time and feel in-stantly at home. I love the way thatmembers of Holy Cross parishes andschools and universities feel abouttheir priests. I love to visit our semi-nary and meet young people who re-mind me of Holy Cross men who havegone before, almost as if there weresome kind of spiritually transmittedHoly Cross genetic code... nn

Father Charlie Gordon, C.S.C., is a pro-fessor of theology on The Bluff. Rivetingguy, Charlie: taught in Kenya, earnedhis doctorate at Cambridge University,has read everything, loves terrible mov-ies. His third annual comic debate withthe editor of this magazine, hosted bythe Garaventa Center in February.

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Jazzing Catholic matters at the Uni-versity with your Campaign gift?Easy as berry pie. Garaventa Centerfor American Catholicism. CatholicStudies program. Chapel of Christthe Teacher. Campus ministry spir-itual retreats (for all students). Mor-eau Center for service, which helpsstudents visit hospitals, jails, shel-ters, and all sorts of other activeprayer. Dorothy Day Social WorkProgram on The Bluff. Various andsundry scholarships celebratingsalty and graceful Catholic men andwomen. The Schoenfeldt WritersSeries, started by the late Father ArtSchoenfeldt, C.S.C. And on and on.Call Diane Dickey at 503.943.8130.

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Things! Can! Happen!

By Ana Maria Spagna

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The freedom march, such asit is, convenes at the bus plazain stifling afternoon heat. Thecrowd is meager. Maybe fiftypeople, mostly black. Speakerafter speaker stands to say afew words.

Morris Thomas takes themicrophone. His is the mostfamous face of the Tallahasseebus boycott, mainly becauseof a scheduling mishap. Thom-as tells the story with goodhumor. He’d just returned frommilitary service in North Af-rica in December 1956 andheard rumors of a mass inte-grated ride. He was eager tojoin in, but he showed up ex-actly one day after Klansmenhad lined the streets with theirhatchets and boycott leadershad called the ride off. Prob-lem was, he hadn’t heard aboutthe cancellation. Right hereon the street corner where westand waiting for the freedommarch, Morris Thomas boardedan empty idling bus and satin front. The bus driverpromptly shut the bus offand climbed off, but not untila photographer capturedan image that subsequentlyended up in history books:the disgusted white driver, thesteadfast Thomas. Becauseof the photo, even Thomas’sill-planned gesture made a dif-ference in the long run.

The march, once it begins,is short. The politicians andpreachers that lead the way are,as they were in 1956, all men.Off-key voices wade throughsuccessive verses of “We ShallOvercome.” Sunlight filterslazily through palm fronds.Bored motorcycle policemen

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guard quiet intersections. I overheara young black boy complaining that hisfeet hurt. Next to him a young whiteboy asks his mother if the church willhave air conditioning. Only a fewmonths ago I would have cringed atsuch a march, at such a pitiful showof outmoded liberal optimism, but Ican’t anymore. If Morris Thomas canstill believe, then I can. I sing in mybest off-key voice and keep step withthe others as we wind around theblock toward Bethel Missionary BaptistChurch, where tonight United StatesCongressman John Lewis will speak.

The church is packed. It is beyondpacked. I stand in the main aisle. Awoman catches my eye and pats thewooden pew beside her. I sit and im-mediately scoot over to make roomfor more.

The front of the church is linedwith dark-suited black ministers, eachof whom stands in turn at the pulpitto warm up the crowd like openingbands at a rock festival. This ritual isa page straight out of the civil rightsmovement, where other preachersalways preceded Martin Luther KingJr. As each man preaches, the othersfiddle with their suit coats or their pro-grams, or they stare out the windows,letting out an occasional encouraging“Amen.” Only John Lewis, sitting frontand center, remains silent. He nodssolemnly, and his eyes do not movefrom the pulpit. Maybe this is a skillhe’s learned from having been thecamera-center for so long: to feign in-terest, to feign unflagging attention,to feign seriousness. Or maybe he isnot feigning.

Then John Lewis stands.“God is good!” he roars.“Yes, he is!” we reply.“I would ask my parents and grand-

parents and great grandparents,” saysJohn Lewis, “why segregation? whyracial discrimination?’ And they wouldsay ‘Don’t get in the way! That’s theway it is. Don’t get in trouble.’ But I wasinspired by Martin Luther King, byRosa Parks, by C. K. Steele, to get inthe way. And they got in the way!”

“Amen!”“We celebrate the civil rights move-

ment because it changed this nation.I don’t care what people say fiftyyears later. It is better in Talla hassee.It is better in the South. It is betterin America. We brought about whatI like to call a nonviolent revolution.And sometimes when I travel thiscountry young people tell me, ‘Nothinghas changed,’ and I tell them, ‘Comewalk in my shoes and I’ll tell you whathas changed!”

The crowd cheers, a kind of cheer-ing that feels intimate, visceral, com-

munal. They lived it, too, many ofthem. They are thinking: come walkin my shoes! The age of the crowd isbeginning to make more sense to me.They’re not just churchgoing age:they are the former fly-by-night mar-tyrs, the former revolutionaries. Theygot in the way.

“We must tell the stories over andover again so that our children andtheir children will never, ever forgetwhat happened! In the sit-ins inNashville in 1960, when we were sit-ting there waiting to be served, readingour books, doing our homework,writing a paper, and someone wouldcome up and spit on us or put outlighted cigarettes in our hair, or pour

hot water on us, we didn’t strike backbecause we’d come to accept non-violence as a way of life...the momentI was taken to jail, I felt free. I feltliberated. I got in the way. And it’s timefor another generation to find a wayto get in the way!”

“Amen!”He talks about the March on Wash-

ington. John Lewis is the only livingsurvivor of the dozens who spoke atthe podium that day.

“There was so much hope, so muchoptimism...but eighteen days later,at a church in Birmingham, at theSeventeenth Street Baptist church,those four little girls were killed.”

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“It was a dark moment. But we hadto move on. More than a thousandstudents came to work in voter- educa-tion drives, and one day three youngmen that I knew, Andrew Goldmanand Michael Schwerner and JamesChaney, they were arrested and takento jail and turned them over to theKlan, and they were beaten and killed.”

“My Lord!”“It was a sad and dark hour, but we

didn’t give up.”“No, no!”“And I say to the young people to-

day, these three men didn’t die inVietnam! They didn’t die in the MiddleEast. They didn’t die in Africa orCentral or South America. They diedright here in our own country tryingto get all our citizens to become partic-ipants in the democratic process! Peopleask why were we so concerned aboutwhat happened here in Florida in2000? In Ohio in 2004? Because peopledied for the right to participate in thedemocratic process, died for the rightto vote!”

“Amen!”“So we went to Selma. They had a

sheriff there by the name of Jim Clark.Sheriff Jim Clark had a nightstick onhis left side and an electric cattle prodon the right. And he didn’t use it oncows. One day when it was my turnto take some voters down to the court-house to try to get registered, SheriffClark met me at the top of the steps,and he said, ‘John Lewis, you are anoutside agitator. You are the lowestform of humanity.’”

Here John Lewis’s voice grows softand stubborn as clay, more Southern,angrier. “I looked up at the sheriff,and I said, ‘Sheriff, I may be an agita-tor, but I’m not an outsider. I grew upninety miles from here, and I’m goingto stand here until these people areallowed to register to vote.’ Sheriff Clarksaid, ‘You’re under arrest.’ A weeklater, three hundred people were ar-rested, and one young man was killedby a state trooper. Because of whathappened to him, we made a decisionthat we would march on Sunday,March 7, from Selma to Montgomery.We didn’t have guns or billy clubs;we had blankets and knapsacks. Westarted walking, two by two, ontothe Pettus Bridge, the main bridge outof town.”

Silence.“The man standing beside me was

my friend Hosea Williams. Hosealooked down and saw this water andhe said, ‘John can you swim?’ I said,‘No, Hosea. Can you swim?’ ‘No.’ I said,‘Well, there’s too much water downthere. We’re not gonna swim, we’renot gonna jump, we’re going forward.’”

Lewis takes a moment to savor thesuspense in Bethel Missionary Baptist.

“I was wearing a backpack. I thoughtwe were going to be in jail, so I wantedto have something to read. I had twobooks. I wanted to have something toeat. I had an apple and an orange.And since I was gonna be in jail inclose contact with my friends, col-leagues, and neighbors, I wanted to beable to brush my teeth, so I had tooth-paste and a toothbrush. We get to thehighest point on the bridge, and downbelow we saw a sea of blue AlabamaState Troopers, and we continued towalk, and when we got within hearingdistance of the state troopers a manspoke up. ‘This is an unlawful march,’he said. ‘I give you three minutes todisperse and return to your church.’In less than a minute and a half hesaid ‘Troopers advance!’”

The crowd at Bethel MissionaryBaptist slips beyond silence into still-ness. Not even the fans are in motion.

“We saw the men putting on theirgas masks, and they came toward us,beating us, trampling us with horses.I was hit on the head with a nightstick.I thought I saw death. I thought I wasgoing to die. I thought it was my lastprotest. Forty-one years later, I don’tquite understand how I made it acrossthat bridge, back through the streetsof Selma, back to that little church.But I do recall being back there. Andsomeone asking me to say something.The church was full, more than twothousand people. I stood up and said,‘I don’t understand how BrotherJohnson can send troops to Vietnambut he can’t send troops to Selma toprotect people whose only desire is tobe able to vote.’ The next thing youknew I was in the hospital.”

“On Monday morning Dr. King cameby to visit me. He said, ‘Don’t worry.We will make it from Selma to Mont-gomery and we will pass the VotingRights Act.’ Eight days later Johnsonintroduced the Voting Rights Act. Sodon’t tell me that when people startmarching, when they start speakingout, things don’t change. I am a livingwitness.”

This is the only point in the speechwhen John Lewis very nearly loses it.I wonder if the secret behind his an-guish is not pain or humiliation butthe fact that people like me can sitback and think it’s all futile. John Lewistakes a moment to compose himself,and then he hollers into the micro-phone.

“Things! Can! Happen!”The church erupts.“Today we stand on the shoulders

on of Martin Luther King, MedgarEvers, the four little girls, the threecivil rights workers. We stand on theirshoulders. Don’t forget we have abridge to cross. Don’t forget thoseordinary people...”

“Amen!”“Who gave all they had! Don’t forget!”“Amen!”“Don’t forget!”“Amen!”“It doesn’t matter if we are black

Americans, or Asian Americans,Hispanic Americans, or Native Amer-i cans, or gay and lesbian Americans,we are one family! Don’t let anybodyturn us against each other!”

“No!”“We are brothers and sisters, and we

must continue to recognize and respectthe dignity and worth of all of God’schildren! If someone had told mewhen I was sitting in, getting arrested,going to jail forty times; if someonehad told me when I was left bloody andunconscious on the ground of theGreyhound bus station in MontgomeryMay of 1961 during the Freedom Rides;or if someone had told me when Ihad that concussion on the bridgeat Selma, that one day I would bestanding here...”

“Amen!”“...celebrating the fiftieth anniversary

of the Tallahassee bus boycott, well,God is good. God is good!”

The crowd is on its feet and it willstay there.

“Don’t give up! Don’t give in!Keep your faith! Let the spirit of ourmothers and fathers, and the spirit ofGod almighty, and the spirit of historybe our guide!”

In the pew I am praying for strength,praying shamelessly to not give up,not give in, to keep the faith. I prayedfor a long time in that pew. I am stillpraying.

We all are. nn

Ana Maria Spagna is the author ofseveral books, among them Test Ride onthe Sunnyland Bus, about her dad’scourage in the civil rights movement,from which this essay is adapted. Seeanamariaspagna.com. Our thanks andprayers.

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REUNION!More than 1,060 alumni andguests were back on The Bluffin June – the star travelersthis year were from New York,Alaska, and Hawaii – 3,000miles to make reunion, thankyou. Some highlights: theFarm To Fork dinner, with 17gourmet courses on the lawnbehind Bauccio Commons;the golf tournament at Pump-kin Ridge, which raised somehealthy cash for the NationalAlumni Board Scholarship(great Campaign gift target;alumnus brewer Chris Oslin’81’s handmade ales andalumna Susan Perri Lucht’86’s lively band, CoverStory.

Reunion 2012 is June 21-24,and special guests next sum-mer are any and all fraternityand sorority members. Info:503.943.7328.

U.P. TRIVIA NIGHTGet your smart teammatestogether and join us in TheCove on Saturday, November,19 at 6 p.m., for a night oftrivial fun. Open to all alumni,family, and friends, U.P. TriviaNight consists of ten roundsof ten questions, each roundfeaturing a different theme.The top two teams win cashprizes, and everyone willhave a chance at door prizesthroughout the night. Teamsare welcome to bring snacks.A dessert buffet is includedwith the $8 entry fee. A wineand beer cash bar will alsobe available. Trivia Night is

suitable for adults 18 andolder. Limit ten players perteam. Complimentary child-care will be available whenrequested in advance. RSVPby contacting alumni relationsat 888-UP-ALUMS (888-872-5867) or [email protected].

THE PRAYING HANDSSCHOLARSHIP FUNDYou know the University’smemorial to its students whoserved and died in America’swars – the haunting brokenwalls between Howard andChristie halls. But did youknow there is also a PrayingHands Scholarship that honorsthose alumni? Direct help fortoday’s students. Great Cam-paign target. Call Diane Dickey,503.943.8130.

THE NEW ALUMNIHOUSE……at 6625 North PortsmouthAvenue, right across thestreet from the Chiles Center,is open all day, every week-day – all alumni are invited tostop by any time. Among ourtreasures – copies of everydusty Log from the last fiftyyears. Want to see yourselfwith those horrible Elvissideburns and your unfortu-nate disco shades? Stop bywhen you are on campus…

PILOT HOOPS INKENTUCKYThe Pilot men then head toLexington on Saturday, No-vember, 19 to take on the leg-endary Kentucky Wildcats.The alumni office will beleading a trip to bluegrasscountry to support the teamat Rupp Arena. A block of

hotel rooms have been re-served for the Pilot faithfulat the Hyatt Regency in Lex-ington. A Friday afternoontrip along the Bourbon Trailis also in the works. For moreinformation contact theOffice of Alumni Relationsat 888-UP-ALUMS (888-872-5867) or [email protected].

WOMEN’SNETWORKING LUNCHJoin us at Elephant’s Delifor the women’s networkingluncheon at 11:45 a.m. onWednesday, September 28.Featured speaker is AdinaFlynn ’93, J.D, who will bechatting about myths andmindsets of money and long-term investing strategies forwomen. RSVP by contactingthe Office of Alumni Relationsat 888-UP-ALUMS (888-872-5867) or [email protected].

THE POKERTOURNAMENTThe annual National AlumniBoard Poker Tournament isJanuary 20, 2012; proceedsfrom the $50 entry fee willhelp support the NAB Scholar-ship Fund. A pre-tournamentbuffet meal will be servedat 6:45 p.m. The chips will hitthe table at 7:30 p.m. in ano-limit Texas Hold ‘Em tour-nament. RSVP by contactingthe Office of Alumni Relationsat 888-UP-ALUMS (888-872-5867) or [email protected].

PILOT HOOPS IN VEGASThe 2012 West Coast Confer-ence basketball tournamentis again in Nevada, and thealumni office is building a triparound the Pilot men’s and

women’s games. Alumni acti-vities will include our pre-game tailgates at the OrleansArena, golf, an exclusive spaday, and an evening show.Contact the Office of AlumniRelations at 888-UP-ALUMS(888-872-5867) or [email protected] for more informationon reserving a room at theBellagio during the WCC tour-nament for a special rate of159.99 per night.

PILOT HOOPS IN SEATTLEThe Pilot men’s basketballteam will play three games atthe University of Washingtonstarting Saturday, November12, as part of the BTI Tourna-ment. A block of hotel roomshave been reserved at theUniversity Silver Cloud Innfor alumni interested in trav-eling to Seattle to watch thePilots open their season. Pre-game festivities will beannounced in our bi-weeklyalumni e-newsletter. Be sureto update your informationby e-mailing [email protected] by visiting us on the webat alumni.up.edu.

ALUMNI AWARDNOMINATIONSThree outstanding alumni arehonored with the University’sannual alumni awards; TheRev. Thomas C. Oddo, C.S.C.Outstanding Service Award,the Distin guished AlumniAward, and the ContemporaryAlumni Award. Visit the alum-ni website at alumni.up.edu,look under Events and Newsand then Alumni Awards tosee a list of past award win-ners, to view nomination cri-teria, or to fill out a nomina-tion form. Nominations arealso welcome by contactingthe Office of Alumni Relationsat 888-UP-ALUMS (888-872-5867) or [email protected]. Allnominations are due byFriday, November 4, 2011.

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One cool piece of the Rise Campaign: the sweet chance to honor and celebrate great funny gen-erous energetic characters like the late Father John Delaunay, C.S.C., with gifts to create or abetscholarships like the Delaunay Fund, for students struggling to pay tuition. Father John was araconteur of genius, a psych professor, dean of students, tireless scribe (he wrote thousands ofletters to students in service in the war), and huge heart on The Bluff from 1933 to his death in1953. There was only the one Father D; but there are so many people with his zest and grace...

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50 YEAR CLUBRev. Charles D. Borho ’50passed away on July 9, 2011,at Maryville Nursing Home inBeaverton, Ore. He served inthe Marines during World WarII, and in 1951 he began hisseminary studies at Mt. AngelSeminary, and was ordainedas a priest of the Portlandarchdiocese in 1957. Amonghis assignments were St.Mary’s Home for Boys, Star ofthe Sea Parish in Astoria, St.James Parish in McMinnville,St. Cecelia Parish inBeaverton, and St. Paul’sParish in St. Paul. Survivors in-clude his brothers, Cyril,Norbert, and Alfred. Ourprayers and condolences.

We received the followingmessage from U.P. biologyprofessor Jacqueline VanHoomissen ’97, and would liketo share it here: “I thought youmight like to know that KevinVan Hoomissen ’50, ’54, ’62 (my

father-in-law) passed away inpeace on the afternoon ofFriday, May 20, at the age of78, at his home in Portland.He had a beautiful and heart-warming final few days athome surrounded by a lovingflock of six children, twodaughters-in-law, two sons-in-law, and four grandchildren.His extended family was ableto see him during his last fewdays and many memorieswere shared during the five-day, 24-hour vigil that tookplace. When we talk about a’good death,’ his was one to re-member. Such love!” Thanksfor letting us know, Jacquie,Kevin was a dyed-in-the-woolColumbia Prep and U.P. man,one of the greatest friends notonly to the University but tocountless alumni and mem-bers of the Portland andBeaverton area Catholic com-munities. Our prayers andcondolences to the family.

We heard from Fred O. Bowen’50 in December 2010, whenhe sent us a copy of his book, I Am Third: A Father’s Legacy.“I wrote the book for my chil-dren, grandchildren, andgreat-grandchildren,” he writes.“However, I think some of thematerial has a broader appli-cation than just my immedi-ate family. The six years Ispent on The Bluff were someof the best years of my life—Istill have a t-shirt that says’University of PortlandFootball: Undefeated since1950.’” Thanks for the book,Fred, your family is fortunateindeed that you embarkedupon such a labor of love.

Frank Luizzi ’51 passed awayat his home in Portland, sur-rounded by his family, onApril 22, 2011. He was a long-time Portland educator wholoved athletics to the point ofmaking it his career, servingchildren as a gym instructor,basketball coach, and umpire.Survivors include his wife of60 years, Marge; children,Janice, Mary, and Leann;seven grandchildren; andseven great-grandchildren.Our prayers and condolences.

Mary Barbara (Ryan)Dougherty ’51 died on July 16,2011. She was born April 6,1929, in Portland. She attend-ed Holy Redeemer GradeSchool and Holy ChildAcademy High School. Aftergraduating high school, she at-tended the University ofPortland and graduated with abachelor’s degree in nursing.On September 19, 1953, shemarried Raymond Dougherty.She lived in Bremerton,Wash.; Portland; Los Angeles,Calif.; and moved back toPortland in 1966. She was pre-ceded in death by her hus-band, and is survived by hersons Dan Dougherty, PaulDougherty, and JohnDougherty; brother, JohnRyan; and four grandchildren.Our prayers and condolencesto the family.

Glyn Steiner ’52 passed awayon March 25, 2011, inTumwater, Wash. Our prayersand condolences.

Longtime realtor and civicbooster E. John Rumpakis ’54was chosen as grand marshalof the 25th annual FremontFest on August 6, according toPortland’s Beaumont BusinessAssociation. Rumpakis, a grad-uate of Grant High School andthe University of Portland,started his career at Meier andFrank when he was 15 yearsold. He was 28 when he start-ed his real estate career. Hisfellow Realtors named himRealtor of the Year in 1971 and1995. “He is a fitting choice for

Fremont Fest,” wrote LarryBingham in the Oregonian,“considering his father was inbusiness at the corner ofNortheast 24th Avenue andFremont Street from 1927through 1987 and his time inbusiness on Fremont hasstretched 52 years. He ownsthe Dutch Village Building at41st and Fremont.”Congratulations, of course, arein order.

Lois Mae Ladich ’54 passedaway on May 18, 2011, inPortland, Ore. Survivors in-clude her daughter, GingerPierson; son, Michael Ladich;and sister, Lilah Brown. Ourprayers and condolences.

Robert Donald Saltvig ’54passed away on January 15,2011, at Swedish Hospital inSeattle, Wash., with his familyby his side. He was a professorof history at Seattle Universityand retired in 1995. Survivorsinclude his wife of nearly 50years, Lillian; son, Mark; andgrandsons, Stephen and Erik.Our prayers and condolencesto the family.

Diane Marian (Della Santina)Baldrica ’55 passed away onMay 11, 2011, in Ashland, Ore.She was the coordinator ofParkrose School District’sCommunity School and laterran a similar program forMount Hood CommunityCollege. Survivors include herhusband of 55 years, Donald’56; children, Marianne, Alicia,Don, and Christine; andgrandchildren, Owen, Luke,Gareth, and Hope. Ourprayers and condolences tothe family.

Harvey M. Maloney ’58 passedaway on July 17, 2011, in Wood-land, Wash. Survivors includehis wife of 53 years, Marlene“Sally”; children, KimberlyArmstrong, Kelly Osten, Daniel,and Jeffrey; eight grandchil-dren; three great-grandchil-dren; and sisters, Barbara andNancy. Our prayers and con-dolences to the family.

Janice (McIntyre) Lishan ’61passed away on March 9, 2011,in Vancouver, Wash. Ourprayers and condolences tothe family.

William Gratton ’61 passedaway on June 23, 2011, in LosAngeles, Calif. While a stu-dent on The Bluff he marriedMargaret Johnson in 1960.They remained married until1998. At the University heearned a bachelor’s degree inspeech and drama and a mas-ter of fine arts with a specialtyin theater in 1963. From 1963-1966 Bill served as a professorof speech and drama at St.Mary’s College in South Bend,Ind., returning to the Universityof Portland in 1966 as an asso-

H.J. Belton

Hamilton, Jr. ’50

passed away on April

15, 2011, at his home in

West Linn, Ore. With

his passing Oregon

lost not only its first

African American fed-

eral administrative law

judge, but also a pio-

neering civil rights ad-

vocate and activist. Born the grandson of a slave in the

Deep South, Hamilton was one of 10 siblings who grew

up on a farm in Mississippi. He served as a medic in

World War II, returned a decorated veteran, and earned

his law degree from Lewis and Clark College in 1953.

To say he served the state of Oregon with distinction

would be an understatement—in his life story by The

Oregonian’s George Rede, Hamilton is credited as “one

of the most important individuals in the history of civil

rights in Oregon...there was probably no piece of state

legislation, major court case, or state attorney general’s

opinion involving civil rights from the mid-1950s to 1970

that Hamilton did not affect.” Survivors include his wife

of 53 years, Midori Minamoto Hamilton (pictured with

Hamilton above); son, Konrad M. Hamilton; daughter,

Camille Hamilton Pating; grandchildren, David Matthew

Pating, Anna Pating, and Grace Pating; and sisters, Marie

Richardson Meria Burr. Our prayers and condolences

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Remember our summer2011 class note forJulia Shovein ’69? Sheand her husband, HorstWolff, began a circum-navigation of the globein the Pacific Star, a37-foot sailboat, leavingSan Francisco in 2007.After safely passingthrough Pirate Alley,they are winteringat St. Katherine’s Dockin London in 2011-2012and should be home(Paradise, California) inanother three years.Here are some photosshe would like to share.We are green with envy.Green!

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ciate director of the Universitytheater. Also in the 1960s, hedid six years of summer stockat the historic Old BreweryTheater in Helena, Mont. Inthe early 70s he establishedSandycrest Antiques in North-east Portland, featuring Englishimported antiques. Having hisown business allowed Bill theflexibility of doing Portlandtheater and local media work.Wanting even more opportu-nities, he moved to Los Angelesin 1984, where he worked reg-ularly in film, television, andcommercials. He was a mem-ber of AFTRA and SAG. Actingand directing were the greatpassions of Bill’s life. He beganearly, performing as a young-ster at the Portland Civic The-ater. His reputation for cre-ativity and discipline in his artgrew solid over the years atthe University and in the Port-land theater scene. Working inLos Angeles was the fulfill-ment of a life-long dream. Hisdaughter Laura preceded himin death on May 9, 2011. Bill issurvived by his sons Gene,Paul, and Gerald FrancisGratton, and sisters BeverlyAtallah and Mary Davids. Heleaves four grandchildren:Elizabeth and Madison Abshire,Aidan Nicolas Gratton, andCatherine Anne Fitzsimmons.He also leaves 14 nieces andnephews. Bill will be remem-bered especially for his senseof humor, both whimsical andpointed, his love of militaryhistory, and his life-long dedi-cation to the art and craft ofacting. Our prayers and con-dolences to the family.

’64 PRAYERS, PLEASELloyd W. Fowler passed awayon June 20, 2011, in Portland,Ore. Our prayers and condo-lences to the family.

We received sad news fromDavid Grbavac ’01, who writes:“It is with great pain that I in-form you and the Universityof Portland community of thepassing of my father, Daniel A.Grbavac ’64, ’66. He passedaway on Tuesday, July 26 at 1 p.m. He was diagnosed withcholangiocarcinoma, a cancerof the liver bile duct, inJanuary of this year. He wasreceiving treatment at St.Vincent’s Oncology TreatmentCenter. Ultimately, it was hisheart that failed. He was sur-rounded by family and wentpeacefully. If you wouldplease spread the news to oth-ers in the University commu-nity our family would appreci-ate it. He absolutely lovedbeing on the campus and es-pecially loved watching thesoccer games.” Of course we’llshare the news, David, and

please know that you andyour dad and your family arein our thoughts and prayers.

’65 REMEMBERING DORANDoran Henry Stoltenberg passedaway on December 31, 2009,in Juneau, Alaska, at the ageof 90. While in fourth grade anattack of spinal meningitisand scarlet fever left him total-ly deaf; among his academicsuccesses were a B.A. from theUniversity of Montana andmaster’s degrees from theUniversity of Portland andLewis and Clark College. Atthe time of his retirement he ateacher at the WashingtonState School for the Deaf inVancouver. Survivors includehis brother, Bill Stoltenberg;daughters, Judy Rittenburghand Alyce Houston; sons,Robert, Randy, and Ron; 11grandchildren; and eight great-grandchildren. Our prayersand condolences to the family.

’71 A MOVER AND SHAKERMike Burton was featured in astory in The Oregonian(“Former Metro ExecutiveMike Burton Retires AfterScrappy Career in OregonGovernment” by JamesMayer) on July 1, 2011. Burtonretired officially on June 30from his position as a viceprovost at Portland StateUniversity, following “a careerthat included stints as an AirForce pilot, an aide toGovernor Bob Straub, a statelegislator, and the top electedofficial of Metro, the regionalgovernment,” wrote Mayer. Inhis newfound free time,Burton plans to travel and “isworking on a plan to erect aWorld War II memorial on thestate Capitol grounds.”

’74 THE HOEHNA FAMILYON THE MOVEWe heard recently from Klausand Mary ’75 Hoehna, whowrite: “Klaus’ company wasbought out by the Will-BurtCompany of Orrville, Ohio;we moved there this summerand really miss Alaska and thegrandchildren. However, weare a little closer to the num-ber four grandchild in Virginiaand got to see number threeagain on the way to Ohio!”

Ronald August Parno passedaway on April 21, 2011, inPortland, Ore. He was a ser-geant for the Portland PoliceBureau for 27 years. Survivorsinclude his wife, Christine;stepmother, Lillie Parno; chil-dren, Heather, Theresa,Elizabeth, Wyatt, and Rebecca;sisters, Elaine and Joyce; andten grandchildren. Ourprayers and condolences tothe family.

La Salle Catholic College

Preparatory’s former

principal Bill George ’70

(pictured during his days

as a Portland Pilots base-

ball player) retired on

June 30, 2011 after a 35-

year career as a teacher,

coach and administrator

at the Milwaukie, Ore.,

high school. George

joined La Salle in 1976

as a teacher and head

baseball coach. Prior to that, George was a social studies

and English teacher, assistant football and basketball

coach, and head baseball coach at Regis High School in

Stayton, Ore. He led the Rams to back-to-back baseball

titles in 1974 and 1975.

As an educator, George taught English for all four

grades, U.S. history, government, world history, personal

finance, and marriage and family life. He coached foot-

ball for the Falcons and was their head baseball coach

for 20 varsity seasons. Recently, George has assisted the

baseball program at various levels, under the leadership

of his youngest son, Chris, a 1997 La Salle graduate.

George was a college counselor, athletic director, dean

of students, vice principal, and finally principal from

1997-2006. After he retired from his post as principal he

became director of admissions for one year; after con-

sidering retirement in 2007, he was hired part-time as the

school’s director of campus facilities; a position he kept

until his retirement.

Over 35 years, George has become a mentor and

leader within the La Salle Prep community and within

the San Francisco District of Lasallian Schools. In 1993,

George received the Distinguished Lasallian Educator

Regional Award for the San Francisco District and was

honored at the annual Huether Lasallian Conference.

To celebrate his retirement, George participated in

the Lasallian service trip, Vandu Paaru, which took him to

the Boy’s Village in South India for three weeks, beginnng

June 15. Additionally, in honor of George’s 35 years of

service to La Salle Prep, the school established the Bill

George Scholarship Fund, which will provide tuition

assistance for La Salle students. To say that Bill George

will not soon be forgotten in the hallowed halls of La Salle

Prep goes without saying, but we’ll say it here nonetheless.

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’75 PRAYERS FOR HELENHelen Mary Krautscheid passedaway on July 25, 2011, inNorth Plains, Ore. Helen wasborn in Hillsboro to Peter andHelen (Maul) Krautscheid andearned a bachelor’s of nursingon The Bluff. She met her bestfriend and companion, JoanneBryant, in 1982. Helen retiredfrom nursing in 1995 whenshe incurred a traumatic braininjury in an auto accident andin 2004 moved with Joanne tothe Krautscheid family farm.Survivors include Joanne; 30nieces and nephews; andmany close and dear friends.Our prayers and condolences.

’76 ZEROING INNWe heard recently from SusanSanders, who writes: “I wasjust re-reading the spring 2011Portland Magazine and sawyour request for informationabout the Zero Inn. You arecorrect, it did exist. I attendedU.P. from 1972 to 1976 and I do remember the Zero Inn. I believe it opened sometimeafter I arrived at U.P. and itwas still there when I graduat-ed. It was on Lombard Street,same side of the street as Donand Pat’s but closer to theTwilight Room. I think it wasthe step-child of the T-Room inthat those students whosefaces were crossed off in theU.P. directory that the Pennerskept behind the bar (becausethey were underage) endedup going to the Zero Inn in-stead.” Thanks Susan, we ap-preciate your help in gettingto the bottom of this.

’77 A NOTE FROM MARILYNWe heard recently fromMarilyn McDonald, whowrites: “Thank you for thenice write-up about my booksin the most recent Class Notes(“A Lifetime of Travel,” sum-mer 2011). Regarding ’A NoteFrom The Editor’ for yourDecember 2011 issue onmusic: In the spring of 1976,our TV Production group atU.P. did a ‘Behind the Scenes’documentary class project ona U.P. music and dance pro-duction—I don’t recall thetitle. Our professor thought itworthy of showing to then-president Fr. Waldschmidt. Heenjoyed the piece, but thoughtit would have been so muchbetter in color. I expect theUniversity’s TV productionnow has color. I hope our of-fering made it happen soonerrather than later.” ThanksMarilyn, unfortunately theUniversity discontinued itstelevision production programin the early 1990s—but not, aspointed out by communica-tion studies professor Dann

entering the U.P. School ofNursing this fall. She foundduring her week in Guatemalathat she truly has a passion fornursing. She was interpretingfor patients, and worked inpre-op, recovery, and actuallyscrubbed to assist on somecases. It was an incredible op-portunity for her and she wasa blessing to have as a mem-ber of our team. Thanks for allyou do to develop the nextgeneration of nurses.”

’82 NOT YOUR AVERAGE JOBStuart Palmiter was featured ina story in the June 15, 2011edition of The Oregonian. Thearticle by Tom Hallman Jr., ti-tled “Portland Officer Talks

Pierce ’76, ’79, before achiev-ing the ability to use color in1989, thanks to “a healthygrant by the E.L. Wiegandfoundation and Grass ValleyGroup (nee Tektronix) to refitthe studio in Buckley Centerroom 15.”

’78 YOU’LL ONLY NEED THEEDGE OF YOUR SEATRay Tercek writes: “I launchedmy new book, TheInvestigation Of Pepe Chavez etal, on June 24, 2011. It is mynonfiction account of an early1980s Portland PoliceBureau/Federal investigationof a cocaine smuggling enter-prise and the behind-the-scenes bureaucratic obstaclesthat influenced the course ofthe investigation. Seewww.raytercekbooks.com forinformation and current newsregarding any new publica-tions.”

Mary Werner Stempel writes:“I just wanted to share a photoand the great mission workseveral of our alumni and onestudent did in May 2011 inGuatemala. For more photosand information check outwww.faithinpractice.org. Wewere team no. 286 this year.We usually have about fiveUniversity of Portland alumniwith us each year. This wasmy seventh year and it’s anamazing experience. It’s abouteight days and I have a dreamof bringing one or two studentnurses with us in the future.We triaged about 200 patientsand did over 90 surgical casesin four days. My daughter Katiejoined us this year. She will be

Suicidal Man Off Vista Bridge,”offers “a glimpse into theworld of the city’s street copswho deal with the mentallyill.” Palmiter, who joined thePortland Police Bureau in 1992after a career as a high schoolteacher, spent 45 minutes talk-ing a suicidal man out ofjumping from Portland’s infa-mous “Suicide Bridge” beforegrabbing him and pulling himto safety, the seventh time

Palmiter has used his trainingas a member of Portland’s for-mer crisis intervention teamto defuse a bridge jumper situ-ation.

’86 WORKING OVERSEASAb Latiff Abu Bakar writes: “Ihave been appointed as headof Takaful (Islamic Insurance)for Tokio Marine Asia Pte Ltd.This is a regional position andI will oversee this business in

Reunion 2011: 100 Years of Life On The Bluff

We welcomed more than 1,060 alumni, family members,

faculty, staff, and friends to The Bluff over the course

of reunion weekend, June

23-26. Our weekend guests

helped us celebrate 100 years

of life on The Bluff, high-

lighting the founding of

Christie Hall in 1911, as well

as the milestone classes of

1961 and 1986, including

alumni from Massachusetts,

Virginia, North Carolina,

and Hawaii. We’re already

making plans for reunion

2012, so plan ahead and join us on June 21-25, 2012.

Too see more photos from the weekend, go to

http://youtu.be/DkJb8vibxVI.

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India, Indonesia, Malaysia,and Singapore.”

Kathleen Hunt, or Kat Boccias she is known now, and herhusband of 24 years, Ben, havefour children: Joe, 22; Tony, 19;Alaina, 11; and David, 9. All oftheir children have either grad-uated from or still attend St.Joseph Catholic School inVancouver, Wash., where the

Vancouver Sausage Fest isheld. This event just celebratedits 40th anniversary on Septem-ber 9-11, 2011. Kat has beenchairing the event for the lastfour years with the help ofmany parents and teacherswho are also U.P. alumni. St.Joe’s has been throwing theLast Blast of Summer Partythe first weekend after Labor

Day for the past four decades,bringing in over 30,000 peopleeach year to enjoy a variety offun activities for the whole fam-ily, including live entertain-ment, carnivals rides, 5K run,arts and crafts, food, a beergarden, and more. Check outthe Fest website at www.van-couversausagefest.com andput it on your calender to at-tend the first weekend afterLabor Day in 2012.

’88 LIFE GOES ONMustapah Mohamed writes:“Even though I graduated witha mechanical engineeringbackground in 1988, I workedas a petroleum engineer withPetroleum National of Malaysiafor 15 years. I have been post-ed in several places for domes-tic and international operations.I am married with one daugh-ter, age 14. After PetroleumNational, I decided to join an-other oil and gas operating com-pany, Qatar Petroleum, whereI have worked since 2006, re-siding in Qatar. Life goes on. Istill get in touch with my fel-low Malaysian U.P. alumni.”

’89 PRAYERS FOR JOANJoan E. Bartlett passed away onJune 24, 2011, at her home inPortland, Ore. Survivors includeher daughter, Lily; partner,Chris Cunningham; brothers,Ron Spillum and Todd Grimson;and many loving friends. Ourprayers and condolences.

James Shaun Squires passedaway on July 21, 2011, inMcMinnville, Ore. A lifelong,gifted athlete, he attended theUniversity on a full baseballscholarship. Survivors includehis father, Jack Squires; brother,Jack Sheldon Squires; sister,Joy Sharyn Blum; fiance, ArinClark; and their child, due inDecember 2011. His mother andbest friend, Elinore, passedaway in 2007. In his obituaryin the Oregonian, Shaun wasremembered for “his ability totruly listen without judgementand his love of talking andreminiscing for hours on end...his intelligence, kindness, for-giveness, and love of peopleand animals will always bewith us.” Contributions inShaun’s memory may be sendto the University of Portland.Our prayers and condolencesto the family.

’90 QUITE A TEAMSusan Etzel Gonzalez has beenpromoted to the position of di-rector of projects and clientservices for SportsOne, a na-tional sports and entertain-ment marketing agency basedin Beaverton, Ore. Susanjoined the team in 2003 andserved previously as senior

project manager. She will leadclient services teams for theSafeway Invitational, TrailBlazers Street Jam, Safeway’ssponsorship of the NikeWomen’s Marathon, theOregon Sports Awards, andthe TrackTown12 Olympic tri-als. Find out more on the webat http://gosportsone.com/.

Donna Beegle was pleasantlysurprised to be named thewinner of the 2011 OregonEthics in Business Award onJune 15, 2011. Beegle is aprominent speaker and advo-cate for those in poverty, andis herself a product of genera-tional poverty. She is thefounder of the not-for-profitPoverty Bridge, and presidentand co-founder of for-profitconsulting firm CommunicationAcross Barriers. Her career isdedicated to giving back to thecommunity.

Please remember MarkBjorklund and his family inyour prayers on the loss ofMark’s father, James M.Bjorklund, on May 14, 2011.Survivors include his wife,Connie; father, Milton; sons,Mark and Eric; brother, Bryan;and four grandchildren. Ourprayers and condolences.

Jack Terry Flaig passed awayon June 23, 2011, in Sequim,Wash. Our prayers and condo-lences to the family.

’92 BACK IN THE SADDLESarah (Geers) Havlik, after acouple of years spent awayfrom bicycling after havingbaby Kevin, just won theOregon State time trial champi-onship for women in her agegroup (http://obra.org/events/19794/results#race_313316), ac-cording to Pat Ell ’89. “Sarah ispretty modest,” says Pat, “buther husband, Mike ’89, mightshare some photos of Sarahflying on her bike.” So howabout it, Mike? Care to sharesome pictures? We’d love tosee them. Send whatever youlike to [email protected].

’99 A CAREER IN THE ARTSJenny Debevec-Silva writes:“Doreen Aarhaus O’Skea ’96contacted some of us who areU.P. music alumni and askedus to contact the magazineabout what we are doing sinceleaving The Bluff. I moved tothe Bay Area in California in2003. Currently I am cobblingtogether a life that involveschild-rearing (I have a 14-month-old daughter namedLenora) and keeping my voiceover and academic consultingbusinesses going. I starteddoing voice over and on- camera work about five yearsago. It’s been a challenging yetfun career path. Working as a

Thanks to all who wrote in to

point out that our summer

2011 mystery faculty photo

was none other than Joe

Gallegos, who retired at the

conclusion of the spring 2011

semester. Joe’s certificate of

appreciation reads in part:

“On the occasion of his eleva-

tion to Professor of Social

Work Emeritus, a rank he has earned a hundredfold

through his tireless, some would say dogged determi-

nation to create and develop the University’s fully ac-

credited Dorothy Day Program in Social Work, a pro-

gram that brings the University’s commitment to

Catholic Social Justice fully and vividly and actively to

life. We will miss Joe’s calming presence in our day-to-

day lives, but even more we will miss his commitment

to social justice, his innate ability to make colleagues,

students, alumni, and let’s just say it, everyone feel like

part of his spiritual and literal family, and his unflag-

ging, heartfelt advocacy for people and families in

need of help, of every sort and stripe.” Amen to that.

And now on to our next mystery faculty member.

This young fellow graduated from the University of

Portland and couldn’t resist coming back and joining

the faculty, where he serves faithfully to this day. We

won’t tell his graduation year since that would make it

too easy, even by our

standards, but his profes-

sional interests include

“Failure analysis, me-

chanics of materials,

manufacturing processes,

data acquisition and

analysis, design of experi-

ments,” and other topics

to make a poor liberal

arts major’s head swim.

Best guesses to [email protected].

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voice over actor in SanFrancisco means I get to trymy hand at a lot of differentkinds of VO work—everythingfrom radio, TV, and Internetcommercials to narration foraudio tours to silly charactersfor toys and games. I also singwith the San Francisco ChoralSociety and occasionally dosome solo performing. I cer-tainly believe that people canhave a career in the arts but ittakes a certain amount ofcarving one’s own trail. So itgoes. Good luck with the arti-cle. By the way, our family is abig fan of the magazine andwe enjoying reading BrianDoyle’s work in every issue.”

Melissa (Neely) Webb writes:“Dave Webb ’98 and I wel-comed our second daughterinto the world on September24, 2010. Samantha Graceweighed 8 lbs. 6 oz. and was20.5 inches long. While wewere all glad when she finallyarrived, the most excited wasbig sister Taylor, who waited

’03 HEADED FOR HIGHER EDLeo James Pereira writes: “Aftercompleting my master’s de-gree from U.P. in 2003 I haveserved for seven years at St.Joseph Higher SecondarySchool as vice principal andprincipal from January 2004to March 2011. I have resignedfrom St. Joseph and trying forhigher studies.”

Kate Leder (Dodt) writes:“Yeppers, that is Dr. Joe Gallegossporting a pretty sweet beardin your mystery photo [summer2011]. He was my social workadvisor and he was awesome.After graduating in 2003, Iworked for the Social SecurityAdministration for five years.I married Phil (Mony) Leder in2007 and we had a daughter,Sophia, in 2009. Just last monthwe welcomed another additionto the family, Ben! I’m now astay-at-home-mom living inSeattle. I am already lookingforward to my ten-year reunionin 2013!” Yes, Kate, that’s Joe, pictured earlier in his career,from which he recently retired,and he is awesome, judgingfrom everyone’s responses.Thanks for writing.

’04 SWEET BABY JAMESChrissy Marquardt writes: “Myhusband, CJ Marquardt ’03and I welcomed our first child,a healthy and adorable JamesElijah Marquardt, on September1, 2010. Baby James weighedin at 6 lbs 8 oz and 20 incheslong. He is now almost a yearold because we’ve been toobusy adjusting to the life of

nine long months to finallyhold her baby sister.” From thelooks of her, she was wellworth the wait. Thanks andcongratulations, Melissa.

’01 PRAYERS FOR DANIELWe received sad news fromDavid Grbavac, who writes: “Itis with great pain that I informyou and the University ofPortland community of thepassing of my father, DanielA. Grbavac ’64, ’66. He passedaway on Tuesday, July 26 at 1p.m. He was diagnosed withcholangiocarcinoma, a cancerof the liver bile duct, inJanuary of this year. He wasreceiving treatment at St.Vincent’s Oncology TreatmentCenter. Ultimately, it was hisheart that failed. He was sur-rounded by family and wentpeacefully. If you wouldplease spread the news to oth-ers in the University commu-nity our family would appreci-ate it. He absolutely lovedbeing on the campus and es-pecially loved watching thesoccer games.” Of course we’llshare the news, David, andplease know that you andyour dad and your family arein our thoughts and prayers.

parenthood to update U.P. ear-lier. We are in love with our lit-tle son and hope to give him alittle brother or sister in thenear future.”

Melissa Giglio Bowers writes:“I thought I would drop a lineand a quick update. I recentlycelebrated my fourth anniver-sary with my husband, Daniel(May 27, 2007 wedding date),who has been taking his AREprofessional exams for his ar-chitectural registration, andhas inspired me to do thesame. I recently passed theFundamentals of Engineeringexam in October of last year(seniors, take them now!), andI am applying to take the PEexam in mechanical engineer-ing at the end of this year.Hopefully, I will have a new

set of initials after my name! Ialso recently got nominatedand accepted as the presidentof the Phoenix, Arizona chap-ter of the American Society ofPlumbing Engineers. Life isfull of possibilities for me andmy family.”

Matthew Ryan Kathan mar-ried Molly Marie Marshall onNew Year’s Eve 2010, inSpokane, Washington, at OurLady of Lourdes Cathedral

five days of fun, family, andfriendship on the bluff over-looking the great Pacific!!”

’05 JILLIAN’S TRAVELSJillian McSweeney writes: “Aftergraduating from U of P, Imoved to Phoenix, Arizona toteach immigrant and refugeestudents new to the U.S., thenheaded off to teach first gradeat an international school inChina. Recently, I have been

with a reception party at theSpokane Club. Matthew gradu-ated from South Kitsap HighSchool in 2000 and in 2004 re-ceived a bachelor of science inbiology on The Bluff. In 2009he graduated from CreightonUniversity School of Dentistryin Omaha, Nebraska. Mollygraduated in Spokane fromMead High School in 2004 andreceived a Bachelor of Sciencein Zoology from WashingtonState University in 2006. Shecompleted her degree fromCreighton University DentalSchool this spring. Matt cur-rently has a dental practice inOmaha. In the near future,the couple hopes to share adental practice in the PacificNorthwest. A honeymoon toCosta Rica is planned for thesummer. Read more atwww.kitsapsun.com/news/2011/may/26/wedding-kathan-marshall/#ixzz1T8lNMh2M.

Justin Carter married TiffanyChurch on April 26, 2011 inVentura California. “Therewas a gathering, a reunion ofsorts, of many Portland alum-ni for this event,” writesJustin. “Dustin Geddis, whobrilliantly officiated at the cer-emony; Brock Miller ’05,Jarrod Weis, Kyle Tanner, DaveMedack, Dave Pearson, andother U.P. alumni were amongthose in the wedding partyand in attendance. The daywas beautiful and culminated

teaching language arts to fifthgraders in Istanbul, Turkey.”

Marianne (Harris) McGahwrites: “On February 19, 2011 Igot married to my best friend,Pat McGah. He is a wonderfuland fun person, although wehave some WCC clashes as hewent to Gonzaga. Don’t worry,the wedding colors were pur-ple, white, and black! ManyU.P. alums were present tohelp us celebrate, includingbridesmaid Theresa RarickConroy, her husband NateConroy, and their new babySimon. It was also a blessingto have some of the formerstaff from my days in Shipstadjoin us—Fr. John Donato,Kristina Houck, and StephanieNichols.”

We heard recently fromEveline Roscoe Mahoney, whowrites: “The mystery facultymember for summer 2011 isnone other than my belovedprofessor, Dr. Joseph Gallegos.This photo, no doubt, wastaken during his wilder, moreflavorful days... Did you knowhe orchestrated a huge protestwhere people actually barri-caded themselves in a schoolto prevent it from being de-stroyed? Or some great cause!He is a true social activist, notthe type to sit on his handsand hope for change. He’s adreamer who takes action andhe is one of my favorite mem-ories of the University.”

We heard recently from Matt Elerding ’95, who writes:

“I am on-board with the whole ’Planking’ phenomenon.”

Which surprises us not one little bit.

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Thanks Eveline, you’re cor-rect of course, and we suremiss him around here nowthat he’s retired.

’06 OVER THE MOONHere’s the latest from Eva(Wolff) Hortsch: “Gary Hortsch’96, ’98 and I welcomed our firstchild, August Peter Hortsch, onMay 22 at 12:22 a.m. He was 8lbs. 7 oz. and came with a full

head of hair. He’s the firstgrandchild on my side and thefirst in 25 years on Gary’s side!Needless to say, both familiesare over the moon. We’re call-ing him ’Gus’ for short andhe’s pretty darn adorable.”Thanks Eva, and congratula-tions to you and Gary.

Renee Dentlinger successfullycompleted the requiredcourse work and boards toearn her degree from theCreighton University Schoolof Medicine in Omaha,Nebraska, on May 14. She wasone of 122 in the class of 2011.On July 1, Renee began athree-year family practice res-idency at Research MedicalCenter in Kansas City,Missouri. She is one of 13 inthe new class of interns.Congratulations, Rene—er,make that, Dr. Dentlinger.

’08 WELCOME BACK!Autumn (Dierking) Molaywrites: “My husband Ian and Ifinally moved back to thePortland area after three yearsin Illinois. I received a mas-ter’s degree in journalismfrom Northwestern Universityand worked for a year as a pro-motions producer for an ABCaffiliate in my time away fromthe Pacific Northwest.”

Jeff Ryan writes: “I realizeI’m a bit slow on the update,but in June 2010 I married fel-low U.P. grad and E-ScholarSevrina Bacon (now SevrinaRyan).”

Jennifer Smith has some goodnews to share: “Ken Anderson’07 and I tied the knot on June25, 2011! We were married atSacred Heart Catholic Churchin Portland on a perfect day,then honeymooned in Europefor two weeks and now residein SE Portland. Ken is a junior

partner on a wealth manage-ment team for Morgan StanleySmith Barney, and I teachthird grade at St. John theBaptist Catholic School inMilwaukie.”

’10 TIGER’S TRAVELSTiger Lee Torelle is going toschool in Thailand, accordingto a note from her mom,Suzanne Seiber, who sharedthe following e-mail updatefrom her daughter: “Last weekwe had a bit of a break fromschool, and I used the oppor-tunity to travel down to Klangin Rayong province to chillwith my lovely Thai friends,who are, I’m convinced, someof the most welcoming peoplein the whole world. They in-vited me on a group trip toAmpurwah floating market,which is found on the most ac-cessible part of Ampurwah vil-lage, famous for having beenbuilt on sticks across a widestretch of river. My friendsand I spent a couple daysthere, waking up early eachmorning to make merit (payhomage with food andprayers) to the monks, whopaddle themselves about fromhouse to house in long wood-en canoes. After a giant Thaistyle-breakfast (hint: it alwaysinvolves fish), we all crowdedinto boats on the beautifulMekong River, searching fortemples on the jungle chokedbanks. If it weren’t for the tinyfloating docks—easily mistak-en for abandoned rafts—andthe gold and red tipped tem-ple roofs, dramatically arched,irreverently piercing the thickcanopies, one might not no-tice the temples at all.Luckily, we managed justfine; some in my groupseemed to know just the rightplaces to search. Withoutthem, we certainly wouldn’thave found the Chinese cavetemple. Buried in the hills, upflights of steep marble steps,the cave temple was built byChinese immigrants into thewalls of tiny hidden caves.Now keep in mind, Thai cavesare not the frigid dampspelunking-grounds of thePacific Northwest. Mild, occa-sionally cool, and never cold,Thai caves are so hospitable,they make it easy to imaginehow we as a species onceabandoned our comfy trees tocall them home.

“The temple itself is reminis-cent of a Disneyland hauntedhouse, in that you proceed indim light and rocky terrain,unsure of your next step, untilan entire wall suddenly givesway to a candle-decked shrine,or a painted dragon juts outsurprisingly from an unas-

THE BUSINESS OF

SHOW BUSINESS

The summer that Brisa

Trinchero ’05 was 12,

she produced a show in

her family’s backyard in

Lake Oswego. She draft-

ed her dad to build the

stage, her mom to direct,

and her brother and

neighbor kids to act in

supporting roles. The play was Alice in Wonderland,

with Trinchero as the star. It was a huge hit, and she

paid the actors five bucks each from lemonade and

cookie sales.

Today, dividing her time between Portland and New

York City, Trinchero and her company, Make Musicals,

help produce Broadway musicals that cost up to $15

million. She brings together musicians, writers, pro-

ducers, and actors for shows like the recent Broadway

production of Catch Me if You Can. “My grandparents

were theater patrons who took me to Broadway shows

in high school,” she says. “My dad was a concert pro-

moter in college, and my mom helped me build my

pre-teen acting career. I thought I wanted to be an

opera singer, but decided to try the business of show

business, helping producers, writers, and performing

artists across the country connect to create musicals.

During my first term on The Bluff I had to pick a the-

ater company to study, and I chose the Broadway Rose

Theatre Company. A few weeks later a position

opened at the theater and I was in! I started as a

fundraising assistant and became director of develop-

ment. Around the same time, an opportunity came up

for the company to convert an old building into a the-

ater house. It involved a large capital campaign that

catapulted the annual budget into the millions and

doubled the staff. I realized that this was what my

M.B.A. had trained me for. I was promoted to executive

director and did that for three years. Now, along with

Making Musicals, I run a theater lab, Running Deer, in

Trout Lake, Washington, which conducts musical-the-

ater development projects. I find composers, lyricists,

and producers from around the country to come out

and develop their shows. Five shows have been devel-

oped there, in the shadow of Mount Adams.”

—Christine Colasurdo

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suming rock face. The largestof the many shrines, the sizeof a small bedroom, is decoratedwith golden naga (the watergod) and Sanskrit/Chineseblessings carefully inlaid intothe rock. All this is dwarfed bya giant golden Buddha, testingthe vertical limits of the smallenclosure, looking as if hemight soon outgrow the tinyrock room.

“The air at this depth is thickand wet, heavy with minerals,mud, and faint wafts of burn-ing sandalwood. As we followthe smoke, we turn to see asaffron-clad monk meditatingat the foot of the giant Buddha.We kneel and bow, carefullypressing our heads to our fin-gertips three times, palmsagainst the floor. Though myhead was bowed to the ground,I could hear the rustle of saf-fron robes and the splash ofwater as the monk gatheredhis blessing sticks and dippedthem in a metal bowl of water,chanting good-luck blessingsto us while flicking the wetsticks over our heads. So werose, thoroughly blessed andslightly damp, and made ourway into the light.”

Emily Barrett is heading tothe University of Oregon towork on her M.A. in psycholo-gy, according to the ever-watchful Rev. Art Wheeler,C.S.C., who makes it his busi-ness to know these things. Forthat matter, he also tells usthat Kelsey Fleharty is off tothe University of Oregon LawSchool; and that AllisonShepherd will be attendingLewis and Clark for her gradu-ate degree in education.

’11 JENNIFER’S UPDATEJennifer Pesut writes: “So this isa little late and I think mostpeople in the alumni officeknow, but just so you have itin writing: on May 23rd I start-ed my first full-time job at UTiWorldwide, Inc. I’m workingat their Shared Services officein downtown Portland in theIT department as a project ad-ministrator! Loving it so far,putting in lots of hours, butU.P. prepared me well! Also, Ijust bought UP soccer seasontickets, so I am VERY excitedfor that! Pilots Til I Die!”

Lynn Le writes: “I’m workingas a product manager for anew media company in down-town Portland, and it’s great!”

Simon Hepp marriedElizabeth Beshoar on June 4,2011, in the Chapel of Christthe Teacher on campus, ac-cording Rev. Art Wheeler,C.S.C. “They went to Salzburgtogether,” he adds, “andElizabeth’s younger sister,Rebecca Beshoar, will be in

Salzburg for the 2011-2012 aca-demic year.”

’12 DOING GOOD WORKUniversity of Portland seniorKurt Berning volunteered re-cently in Kenya through theUniversity’s Moreau Centerfor Service and LeadershipEast Africa Internship pro-gram. Berning is working withthe Foundation for SustainableDevelopment at the FriendsSecondary School in Lusui, arural Kenyan village, and isfundraising to install electrici-ty at the school. Berninghopes to raise $1,250 for thefour-year-old school thatserves 220 students in ruralWestern Kenya. According toBerning, the addition of lights,wiring, and electrical outletswould dramatically expandthe reading and academic cul-ture of the school by giving

students a place to study inthe early morning and lateevening, and allow teachers touse more effective teachingaids. Few of the surroundinghomes have electricity, andmany of the students are or-phans who are affected byHIV/AIDS. For more informa-tion about Berning’s projectand how to donate to FriendsSecondary School Lusui, visithis blog at http://www.kurt-berning.blogspot.com/, orvisit the Foundation forSustain-able Developmentwebsite at www.fsdinterna-tional.org/donate/projects. The MoreauCenter for Service andLeadership’s East AfricaInternship program, launchedin 2009, sends up to three stu-dents to East African for anine-week internship programis in collaboration with the

Foundation for SustainableDevelopment. The East AfricaInterns work to address localhealth, social, environmental,and economic issues throughgrassroots, community-basedaction.

University of Portland seniorand Portland resident TaylorBergmann (pictured below) isthe second recipient of theMolly Hightower MemorialScholarship, established bythe University of Portlandclass of 2010 in memory ofHightower, a class of 2009alumna who died in the 2010earthquake in Haiti while vol-unteering with special-needsorphrans. Throughout her lifeand during her time at theUniversity, Molly Hightowerfulfilled her personal missionof service to others throughher work in the communitywith those less fortunate than

A report from the field by the intrepid Caitlin MacMillen ’08, alumni relations: “Last

weekend, I attended the wedding of David Gregg ’08 (past ASUP president) and his

new wife Kristen Peila of Burns, Oregon. The wedding was in Burns and more than 400

guests were there. We managed to snap a shot of all the U.P. graduates in attendance.

I’ll do my best to identify everyone: Carly Corrado ’11, Lillian VanAgtmael ’81, Peter

Mahoney ’08, Bridget Harrington ’08, Martin Schneider ’08, Andy Boesflug ’08, Fr.

John Wironen, C.S.C. (celebrant), Mary Gregg ’11, Megan Burris ’11, Shannon Smith

’11, Emily Mues ’10, Ryan Brown ’06, Kristen (Peila) Gregg, David Gregg ’08, Dani

Schwanz ’08, Gillian Keller ’11, Mark Wheeler ’08, Caitlin MacMillen ’08, Gerry

Gregg ’81, Pat Gregg ’06, Kirsten Keller ’82, Joe Jurczak ’06, Paul Keller ’81, Chris

Corrado ’82. In front: Mark Louie ’06. Pete O’Connor ’08 was in the picture as well,

but I believe he is behind Dave, and not visible.

“Dave and Kristen are going to Germany for the summer so Dave can complete an

internship with BMW, and then return to Georgetown University to complete his degree

at the School of Foreign Service.”

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herself. “It’s a such a bighonor, I am honored to evenbe considered to receive thescholarship,” Bergmannnsays. “I know that there aresome pretty big shoes to fill.

Molly has left quite a legacy.”Bergmann, a history and polit-ical science major with aminor in entrepreneurship,has done many service-orient-ed projects and trips throughthe University’s MoreauCenter for Service andLeadership. He led a service-learning trip to Alaska and tothe southern U.S. to learnabout the civil rights move-ment. Last year Bergmanntraveled to Kenya through theMoreau Center to work withKakamega EnvironmentalEducation. He plans to use thescholarship to join theEntrepreneurial Scholars (E-Scholars) program. “I want towork on a for-profit ’one forone’ t-shirt company in which

every shirt you buy will payfor school fees and uniformcosts for a child in Kenya to goto school for one year,” Berg -mann says. “There are about1.3 million kids in Kenya whoare of school age, but aren’t inschool because they are un-able to pay school fees.”

FACULTY, STAFF, FRIENDSRobert “Bob” Reischman passedaway on May 19, 2011, inPortland, Ore. Bob worked forthe University’s groundskeep-ing crew from 1993 to 2001,often seen mowing theUniversity’s meticulouslymanicured lawns on a ridingmower, a job he was not shyabout saying he loved. Bobwas also an avid hunter andfisherman; he had the uncan-ny ability to call geese with hisvoice alone, and his recipe for“Jammin’ Salmon” was thestuff of legend. Survivors in-clude his dad, Bob Sr.; brother,Randy; sisters, NancyTousignant, Susan Rodich, andMelissa Reischman; sevennieces and nephews; six great-nieces and nephews, and hisbuddy, ACE. He was precededin death by his mother,Bonnie; and brother, Ric. Ourprayers and condolences tothe family.

Marilyn Mattson knows thesecret identity of our summer2011 mystery faculty member:

“The mystery photo has to benone other than Joe Gallegos.”She’s right, too. Joe retired atthe end of the spring 2011 se-mester and it’s just not thesame around here withouthim.

We heard recently from re-tired physics professor PaulWack, who writes: “I was sur-prised and honored to see mybaby picture in the summeredition of Portland Magazine. Isent an e-mail to Brian thank-ing him. However, the captionis probably incorrect in sayingthat the picture was taken in1925. It was probably taken in1921 because I look like a two-year-old in the picture. Butthen again, my son, Ed ’82, ’01,says that I appear to be 3 or 4in the picture, which wouldmake it 1922-1923.” ThanksPaul, duly noted.

University of Portland regentCarolyn Woo wrote the follow-ing to her colleagues at theMendoza College of Businessat the University of NotreDame: “After six months of in-tense and ongoing discern-ment, I have decided to takethe challenge presented to meto serve as president and CEOof Catholic Relief Services asof January 1, 2012. LeavingNotre Dame is extremely diffi-cult for me, because of all thelove, grace and generosity thatI experience every day inworking on our mission andexcellence. What I have hereis a true family of colleagues,benefactors and alums. Wehave all shared the dream andthe commitment to the NotreDame mission for excellenceand faith. CRS serves peoplewhose lives generally havebeen so violently affected thatthey lose their loved ones,their livelihood, their homes –everything that is so neces-sary to daily living.Oftentimes, the CRS team isthe first appearance of hopeon scenes of devastation, andthe promise that a future maybe possible. They reach out toall who suffer, regardless ofwhether they share our faith.In some ways, they arestrangers. But in the most pro-found ways, we know them asintimately as we know lossand the desire for a more sta-ble life, particularly for thepeople we love. For usCatholics, it is the call ofChrist to be His hands andfeet in a world which so des-perately needs to believe inand experience love, friend-ship, compassion and grace.Your support has inspired meall these years and I hope thatyou will keep me in yourprayers.” We certainly willhere on The Bluff. Woo has

served as dean of theMendoza School since 1997.

We heard recently from Dr.Louis C. Vaccaro, who writes:“It has been forty years since Ileft the University of Portlandfor points east. Fresh from apostdoctoral year at Eugene,then-president Fr. PaulWaldschmidt, C.S.C. appoint-ed me as the first lay vicepresident of academic affairsat the University in 1967. Isubsequently went on to sev-eral other colleges and even-tually had some interesting in-ternational adventures. MyU.P. days were very rewardingand I have nothing bur fondmemories of my days on TheBluff. I do recall that JimCovert and I co-edited an in-teresting book during the tu-multuous late 1960s. I am notsure if there would be any in-terest in mentioning this fortoday’s faculty and studentsbut perhaps some older folksmight find this information ofsome interest. It has beenyears since I was last on theU.P. campus, but I love perus-ing your website!” Thanks forwriting, Dr. Vaccaro, once aPilot, always a Pilot, we like tosay.

Robert Vincent McLaughlin, alongtime friend and benefac-tor of the University, passedaway peacefully at the age of94 on July 9, 2011 in SantaBarbara, California. A gener-ous man by nature, he estab-lished not one but two studentscholarships here at theUniversity. Bob was born inCleveland, Ohio on February15, 1917, the eldest of five chil-dren. He attended St. Vincentde Paul parochial school andWest High School inCleveland. After high schoolgraduation, Bob worked forthree years as a journeymanmachinist to earn enoughmoney to pay for his firstyears of college. He graduatedfrom the University of NotreDame in 1941 with a B.A. de-gree in philosophy. After grad-uation, World War II interrupt-ed his business career, andBob entered the U.S. Navy,where he served as a lieu-tenant on aircraft carriers offthe northern coast of Africaand in the South Pacific.During a three day leave inMay of 1944, Bob flew fromhis port of call to marry hiscollege sweetheart, MaryAgnes Kelly of Akron, Ohio.After the war, Bob reopenedhis career working with UnionCarbide Corporation, and in1947 Bob and Mary, with theirfirst child, Dennis Michael,moved to Manila, Philippines.They lived there for sevenyears and had their next two

Janine Lequire ’08 (pictured above, center) married

Mario Aviado on May 14, 2011, in Seattle, Washington,

according to a note we received from Katie Selvog ’08,

pictured here at left, holding her soon-to-be-married

pal steady. How about a followup e-mail on married life,

Janine? Congratulations and best wishes to you and

Mario, by the way.

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children, Theresa and Patrick.Bob and Mary enjoyed exten-sive international travel dur-ing their years there. Bob’s ca-reer in the Philippines also in-cluded time with the PacificMerchandising Corporation.In 1954, Bob and Mary movedto Santa Barbara, Calif., wheretheir next three children,Christopher, Molly, andMatthew were born. Bob andMary became active membersof Our Lady of Mount CarmelParish and School, the hub oftheir lives for the next 50years. After some time withthe investment firm J. HenryHelser and Co., Bob began hislong career as a stockbrokerwith Paine Webber Jacksonand Curtis in 1960. In 1968,Bob and Mary welcomed intotheir home and became legalguardians of six of their niecesand nephews: Karen, Joseph,Mark, Barbara, Susan, andMatt Kelly of Riverside,California. Bob worked untilthe age of 77 and then spenthis remaining years travellingwhenever he could, walkingthe beach at Shark’s Cove, andenjoying time with Mary. Boband Mary were generous tofriends and family alike, andtogether they funded numer-ous educational scholarshipendowments at Saint Mary’sCollege, Notre Dame, Indianaand at the University ofPortland. Bob will be remem-bered for his respect of educa-tion and his love of reading,the beach, football, and inter-national travel. He had a deepempathy for those strugglingin life. His family will remem-ber his Sunday morning pan-cake breakfasts, sunny days atthe Coral Casino, horsebackriding in the Montecitofoothills, his attendance atVillanova, Bishop GarciaDiego, and Santa Barbara HighSchool football games, hisfaithful volunteer work atCatholic Charities and OurLady of Mount Carmel, andhis warm, deep laugh. Bob issurvived by his wife of 67years, Mary KellyMcLaughlin, and by all of hischildren: Dennis MichaelMcLaughlin, TheresaMcLaughlin Patterson, PatrickAugustine McLaughlin,Christopher JohnMcLaughlin, Mary ("Molly")McLaughlin Rhine, andMatthew Vincent McLaughlin,as well as Karen Marie Kelly,Joseph Adolph Kelly, MarkCharles Kelly, Barbara Kelly,Susan Ledig, and MatthewPatrick Kelly. He touched thelives of his numerous grand-children and his 42 nieces andnephews. He is also survivedby his brother, Thomas (Sally)

McLaughlin. Our prayers andcondolences to the family.

Portland Magazine editor andirrepressible campus wagBrian Doyle has been awardedthe ForeWord Reviews 2010Book of the Year Award forFiction for his novel MinkRiver. Of 215 books givenawards, Mink River was one oftwo that earned the highestdistinction of Editor’s Choice.The award was recently an-nounced at the annualAmerican Library Associationconvention. ForeWord Reviews,a journal dedicated to review-ing independently publishedbooks, awarded Mink River theEditor’s Choice for Fiction, thetop prize available for a fictionnovel. Doyle is the author often books, including The Grail,Thirsty for the Joy: Australianand American Voices,Epiphanies and Elegies, andThe Wet Engine. Doyle’s essayshave appeared in The NewYork Times, The AtlanticMonthly, Harper’s, Orion, TheAmerican Scholar, and innewspapers and magazinesaround the world. His essayshave also been reprinted inthe annual Best AmericanEssays, Best American Science& Nature Writing, and BestAmerican Spiritual Writing an-thologies. He also puts out adarned fine magazine, fourtimes a year, if we may say soourselves.

DEATHSH.J. Belton Hamilton ’50, April15, 2011, West Linn, Ore. Rev. Charles T. Borho ’50, July9, 2011, Beaverton, Ore. Kevin Van Hoomissen ’50, ’54,’60, May 20, 2011, Portland, Ore. Frank Luizzi ’51, April 22, 2011,Portland, Ore. Mary Barbara (Ryan)Dougherty ’51, July 16, 2011. Glyn Steiner ’52, March 25,2011, Tumwater, Wash. Lois Mae Ladich ’54, May 18,2011, Portland, Ore. Robert Donald Saltvig ’54,January 15, 2011, Seattle, Wash. Diane Marian (Della Santina)Baldrica ’55, May 11, 2011, inAshland, Ore. Harvey M. Maloney ’58, July17, 2011, Woodland, Wash. Janice (McIntyre) Lishan ’61,March 9, 2011, Vancouver,Wash. William Gratton ’61, June 23,2011, Los Angeles, Calif. Lloyd W. Fowler ’64, June 20,20121, Portland, Ore. Daniel A. Grbavac ’64, ’66, July26, 2011, Beaverton, Ore. Doran Henry Stoltenberg ’65,December 31, 2009, Juneau,Alaska. Ronald August Parno ’74, April21, 2011, Portland, Ore. Joan E. Bartlett ’89, June 24,

2011, Portland, Ore.James Shaun Squires ’89, July21, 2011, McMinnville, Ore. James M. Bjorklund, father ofMark Bjorklund ’90, May 14,2011. Jack Terry Flaig ’90, June 23,2011, Sequim, Wash.

Robert “Bob” Reischman, May19, 2011, Portland, Ore. Rev. Ambrose Wheeler, C.S.C.,July 10, 2011, Notre Dame,Ind. Robert “Bob” VincentMcLaughlin, July 9, 2011,Santa Barbara, Calif.

Rev. Ambrose

Wheeler, C.S.C.,

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Dame, Ind. He

was 92 years

old. A native of

Roscrea of

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tended

St. Lawrence

O’Toole Parish

School in Dublin. “In those years early years, he

learned quite clearly that the Irish Fathers were always

right and he pretty much followed the life of a typical

‘Irish-Catholic-Boy,’” according to his obituary. At the

age of 11, he immigrated with his family to Brooklyn,

N.Y. It was around that time he first learned of the

Holy Cross fathers, and by 1933 he had begun his stud-

ies at Holy Cross Seminary. He was ordained as a

priest in Sacred Heart Church at Notre Dame on June

13, 1947.

Fr. Wheeler taught biology at the University of

Portland from 1952 to 1967, with a stint as chaplain of

the Salzburg Program in its early days, in 1964. His

service on The Bluff was followed by an assignment

teaching at St. Dominic Collgeg in St. Charles, Ill., from

1967 to 1968, and then he moved to Dacca, East

Pakistan, to teach at Notre Dame College, ultimately

becoming Rector of the College. Teaching assignments

followed in Indiana, California; Florida; and Arizona. A

group of Fr. Wheeler’s students from U.P. made a point

of visiting him at Holy Cross House for many years,

made up of mostly class of ’67 members who went to

Salzburg, including Larry LaRocco ’67, who was in-

strumental in setting up the Rev. Ambrose Wheeler,

C.S.C. Endowed Scholarship. Our prayers and condo-

lences to Fr. Ambrose’s many friends, students, col-

leagues, and family members.

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Speaking on campus on Veterans’Day last year: Air Force GeneralDana Atkins ’77, who is essentiallyin charge of defending Americafrom the northwest. “Today we paytribute to the 23 million men andwomen who have worn the uniformof the United States of America,”he said. “They have humbled dicta-tors, liberated continents, and seta standard of courage and idealismfor the entire world. And this morn-ing 2.4 million Americans are inuniform, defending freedom andpeace. Have the grace to help themand their families. Have the graceto say thanks for your life and yourfreedom and your future. Have thecourage to embrace the values ourveterans fought and died for, thevalues 2.4 million of us fight for to-day. America is a grand experiment,a wild-eyed notion in the winds ofhuman history. The life we havehere isn’t guaranteed. There isa price for it. Have the grace, thismorning, to say thanks to thosewho pay it.”

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Here’s a Campaign story. These hands delivered some seven hundred babies into the world. These hands soothed some sevenhundred exits from the world. These hands tested reflexes and gauged temperatures and examined bruises and brokennesson more than a hundred thousand children, women, and men in Warm Springs, Oregon. Very many of the patients these patienthands touched were Wasco, Warm Springs, and Paiute people whose ancestors had lived in Oregon for ten thousand years.One of the children whom Doctor Tom Manning ’76 delivered into this world, using both hands to be sure he made the catch, nowroams center field for the Boston Red Sox, their first great center fielder in forty years: All-Star Jacoby Ellsbury. Well-played,Thomas Martin Manning. Want to help the University shape and mold and foment and sculpt healers andnurses and doctors and cheerful witnesses to holiness like Tom? See rise.up.edu, or call the equally cheerfulDiane Dickey at 503.943.8130, [email protected].

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retirement last year, hammered by Lou Gehrig’s Disease. Here he is in college,on the tuba for the University of Wichita Sigma Phi Epsilon Dixieland Band,

which never actually played a note and was convened only for this sudden sillyphotograph in the Wichita Eagle. Roger and his graceful gentle bride Kay

have established their eponymous Fund for Choral Musicians at the University;now there’s a cool way to celebrate the hilarious, generous, booming,

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