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BOOTSRecently I met a quiet young woman who didn’tsay much but what she said was wry and pithyand direct, and after a while I asked if I couldtake notes as she talked, and she said okay, andthis is most of what she said.My name is Jacqueline. You can call me Jackie.

Until recently you could call me Lieutenant. Iam now retired from the service. I will be twenty-seven years old on Sunday, at fourteen hundredhours. I have a dog named Gus. I live near thebeach. I was a nurse. I am in good health, consid-ering. I drink tea. I learned to love tea in Kirkuk.Some days we had tea ten times a day. We founda samovar and learned how to use it. There wasa man among us who could play that thing likea guitar. It got so we couldn’t drink anythingother than the tea he summoned from the samo-var. It was the most remarkable tea. He vanishedone day when his truck was hit by bad guys.

Another man took his place. He vanishedtoo. I took his place. After a while I forgoteveryone’s names. For a while I calledpeople by their numbers but after a whileI didn’t call them anything. That’s whenI knew I had the war sickness big time.I never got hit by fire but pretty mucheveryone I knew did. For a while thereI thought it was me, that as soon as Isaid hello to someone or shook handsor learned their names they weredoomed, so I stopped touching peopleand learning names. You wouldthink wigging out in the middleof the war would be bad butit’s just normal. No one talksabout what happens to thepeople nothing happens to, but

something happens to them, andno one talks about it. Probably because we don’thave any words for what happens. The fact iswars kill words, but no one talks about that. Warskill everything. Some of it you see get killed, likekids and towns and schools and Saturdays. Butsome of it you don’t, like birds. Birds don’t nestin wars, you know, so pretty soon there are nobirds, and where are you without birds? Whatkind of world is that? You notice things little bylittle and then after a while you stop noticingthings altogether. You just get by. By the end allI cared about was my shoes. You want reallyreally good shoes in a war. Trust me on this one.I had the best boots you could ever imagine andI kept those suckers clean and oiled and readyfor anything. When I got out of the war I keptwearing my boots for the longest time. I worethem with pajamas and with the bathrobe andwith shorts in summer. It’s only the last fewweeks I go anywhere without those boots. Thoseare really good boots. When I am in those bootsnothing can happen to me. Trust me on this one.You want to know something real and true andhonest and deep about wars, every war that everwas, every war that ever will be? I have one wordfor you. Boots. g

Brian Doyle is the editor of this magazine and the author most recently of Mink River, a novel. IL

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Cover: Young Mr. Adam Sage-man, photographed by his dadDan at the Cambridge ButterflyConservatory in Ontario. Thanksto Dan and to Beth Bohnert atthe University of Waterloo.

16 / When I Was Blind, by Edward HoaglandOne of the world’s great essayists, on sudden sight.

18 / The Children We Did Not Think We Had Room for in Our Hearts, by Karen EiflerA University professor’s notes on teaching as joy, pain, prayer, thrill,

comedy, glee, grandeur, magic, hauntedness, surliness, roaring, fear, amazement, desperation, hilarity, and miracles. And much else.

24 / Autumn in Paris, by Brad Myers ’03Notes and photographs from a young alumnus living in a bookstore

in the Fourth Arrondissment...

28 / Emancipation, by Barry Lopez ’94 hon.Reconciliation, reverence, salvation: a note.

30 / Why Do We Say One Thing About Children But Do Another? by Brian DoyleWhy is that? Why do we utter fatuous phrases like family values

and let children starve and sicken and wither and be terrified? Why is that?

32 / What She Wanted, by Carolyn KurtzA sacrament in the sand, and a roaring new University energy.

34 / A Sower of Beads in the Bible Belt, by Stephen MartinPraying in the dark: a note.

4 / Paris, luminous rain, generosity, and the Rise Campaign5 / The late grinning bowtied basketballish gentleman Mauro Potestio ’50

6 / Father Charlie Gordon, C.S.C.: who are Holy Cross men?7 / Brother Fulgence Dougherty, C.S.C., at Crater Lake, Oregon

8 / Actress and filmmaker Holly Lynn Ellis at Sundance! 9 / The vilified and dedicated John Goldrick changes hats

10 / The University’s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: a note11 / All-American goalie Cori Alexander ’07, photographer

12 / Biologist Marlene Moore’s last class, by Jeff Kerssen-Griep13 / Farewell to the brave and graceful Gabe Twining, Class of 2011

14 / Sports, starring the University’s unreal track team15 / Briefly, starring startling Campaign gifts and student feats37 / The effervescent Eugene Jeter ’06, NBA Sacramento King

48 / ’05 graduates Mark Driessen and Gabe Lucy beneath Hawaii, sort of49 / Marie and Jim Riopelle ’50 and their remarkable Campaign gift

Summer 2011: Vol. 30, No. 2President: Rev. E. William Beauchamp, C.S.C.

Founding Editor: John SoissonEditor: Brian Doyle

Wine Steward and Designer: Joseph Erceg ’55Associate Editors: Marc Covert ’93 & Amy Shelly Harrington ’95

Contributing Editors: Louis Masson, Sue Säfve, Terry Favero, Mary BeebePortland is published quarterly by the University of Portland. Copyright ©2011 by the University

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old read the articles tonight.It gave me the opportunityto remind her to continueto respect our parishioners,our friends, our family, ourclients, and others for theywere once young, vibrant,and able-bodied. It gave methe opportunity to sharewith her that everyone has“a story” and their experi-ence can impact how theyinteract with us. But, nomatter how they treat us,treat others with compassionand seek understanding.I have often thought to

send a note about the mag-azine’s quality, and thistime I have.Angie Roarty ’83 Lakewood, Washington

The Congregation of HolyCross’s Constitution VIII(paragraph 118) remindsus, “It remains only for usto find how even the crosscan be borne as a gift.” It isnot easy for many to findthis gift. After readingFather John Donato’s pieceon his mom, I know Johnhas found it.Reverend David Tyson, C.S.C.Notre Dame, Indiana

We note with a grin that thisTyson fellow, now Superiorof the Congregation of HolyCross in the United States,was this University’s excellentpresident from 1990 to 2003.

MAGIC & GRACEHelp! I just gave away mySpring issue before baskingin the light of each page. It was nothing short of giv-ing up breathing, but wasfor the best of causes (Iwouldn't part with it other-wise). I teach high school,and a student of mine hasbeen offered a wonderfulscholarship to attend the University of Portland. Hername is Natacia—you willmeet her soon. She is an as-piring writer who willchange the world. As analumna myself, I dancedwith her in the middle ofthe commons when she told me. I'm sharing with

her all the magic and gracethe University radiates,one of them being yourmagazine. “And you willhave amazing professors much like the retiring Dr.Masson who put their heartand soul into their classes!and see the people thisschool attracts? An Ethi -opian track star who in-spires faith, cultural ac-ceptance, and persever-ance in all of us. And bythe way, can I come visityou in the fall so I too canhear the new bells?...”Please send me anothercopy, because when she re-turns the issue, I’ll have tosay, “No, no, you keep it,”as the first article has al-ready made her cry (theone about Father JohnDonato caring for his agingmother). And when I offerit back, I’ll have to reallymean it. Please hurry!Sally Drendel ’89Hokinson High SchoolVancouver, Washington

Just read through theSpring issue. One of thebest. I found EileenGarvin’s “How to be a sis-ter,” about autism, verymoving. I was struck byEileen Garvin’s final com-ment: “But I’ve come to un-derstand that you are mak-ing an effort to let me intoyour life, just as I am creat-ing a place for you inmine...” This and the pre-ceding few paragraphs area beautiful discovery andmade me stop and think ofmy own relationships.Garry EastmanJohn Garratt PublishingMelbourne, Australia

minder that war is hell.My husband is retired AirForce and was deployedduring Deserts Shield andStorm. I don’t think I had aclue what he may have ex-perienced back then. I cer-tainly can’t begin to knowwhat our men and womenare dealing with today. Welive and work in a militarytown flanked by Joint BaseLewis and McChord, for-merly Fort Lewis andMcChord Air Force Base. I have clients who havebeen deployed, are de-ployed, and are preparingto be deployed. We hearstories of loss and are joy-ous when our communitymembers come home safely. In fact, one of myemployees welcomed herhusband home fromAfghanistan on Sundayevening. I applaud her forstanding tall at the homefront, alone. Her familylives half a continent away.That, my friend, takescourage. I even made my 12-year-

STAY TOGETHERI really enjoyed the springissue, particularly “StayTogether” by Father JohnDonato, C.S.C., and “Womenat War” by nursing profes-sor Diane Vines. I am anArmy brat and I often heardmy dad say to me, as wegrew up in far-off lands, Staytogether. Take care of yourbrothers and sister. We are theonly family we have out here.It’s funny how his directivewas forgotten over the yearsuntil I read the quote byFather Donato’s father. Overthe years, we have had thedifficult experience ofwatching our parents andrelatives care for our aginggrandparents. I am fortu-nate to have active parentsbut have seen my friendshandling the affairs of theirparents touched by demen-tia or Alzheimer’s. I amgrateful for the experience,regardless of how helpless Ifelt, because I learned to betender with the elderly.And “Women at War”—

wow. Thank you for the re-

LETTERS POLICYWe are delighted by testy or tender letters.Send them to PortlandMaga zine, Uni versity ofPortland, 5000 N.Willamette Boulevard,Portland, OR 97203-5798;or [email protected].

Ah, letters come in all forms. Here’s physics professor emeri-tus Paul Wack circa 1925. Cool haircut.

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Man (November), LillianHellman’s The Children’s Hour(February), and Billy Shake -speare’s Midsummer’s Night’sDream (April).

FROM THE PASTAugust 23, 1939: Stalin divviesup Europe with Hitler. Stalinwould murder perhaps twentymillion people before beingpoisoned himself. Sic simpertyrannis. ¶ July 27, 1794:French deputies, weary of exe-cuting their fellow citizens forno reason, arrest Robespierreand his fellow thugs on the“Committee of Public Safety,”and execute them instead ofinnocent souls. Peace breaksout in France. ¶ Past Uni ver -sity summer highlights:August 1, Shannon MacMillanand Tiffeny Milbrett score thegoals that earn an Olympicgold medal in soccer for theAmerican women in 1996…August 6, Thearn Gavin earnsthe first MBA degree on TheBluff, 1960…August 11, GeorgeW. Bush, angling for a Catholicphoto op after speaking atanti-Catholic Bob Jones Uni -versity, delivers a speech inthe Chiles Center, 2000…August 16, 1986, BrotherDavid Martin, C.S.C., dies atage 85, after a whopping 56years of working for theUniversity, creating the libraryand archives, among otherfeats…August 18, 1899, PietroBelluschi is born in Ancona,Italy, and begins life as the ge-nius who will eventuallydream the University’s lovelyChapel of Christ the Teacherinto being…August 30, 1964,the first Salzburg Program stu-dents leave The Bluff forAustria, beginning the oldestand biggest of the University’sforeign study programs, nowin some thirty countries.Terrific Campaign gift target?O dear yes. See rise.up.edu. ¶For more of this sort of sweet arcana, see literature professorFather David Sherrer’s terrificwww.up.edu/almanac.

THE SEASONLate summer 1961: five teen -agers calling themselves ThePendletones have their firstaudition, in Hollywood. Thegroup’s first record was re-leased that fall: “Surfin,’’ by therenamed Beach Boys. ¶Summer is sports camp seasonon The Bluff — basketball,baseball, soccer, volleyball,and day camps crammed withart and swimming and stuffrun from June into August.See portlandpilots.com. ¶ “Idon't know exactly what aprayer is,” says the wild tinyAmerican poet Mary Oliver inher poem ‘The Summer Day.’“I do know how to pay atten-tion, how to fall down into thegrass, how to kneel in thegrass, how to be idle andblessed, how to stroll throughthe fields…Tell me, what elseshould I have done? Doesn'teverything die at last, and toosoon? Tell me, what is it youplan to do with your one wildand precious life?” O man. Isthat the greatest line ever?

THE FACULTYArriving July first, to take overas dean of the Shiley School ofEngineering: civil engineerSharon Jones, a specialist ingeotechnical and waste waterengineering, and recentlyhead of engineering atLafayette College in Pennsyl -vania (see page 15). We notethat Doctor Jones is not thewild genius soul singer SharonJones of the Dap Kings. Wethink. OurDoctor Jones suc-ceeds the brilliant Afghan gen-tleman and scholar ZiaYamayee, terrific dean for fifteen years. Thank you, Zia.¶ Retiring in June: financialveep Dennis Ransmeier, aftersome 35 years of caring for us,Seattle U., and Georgetown.Thank you, Dennis. ¶ Away toChile this summer, on a grantto teach and study health:nursing professor KarenCameron. ¶ The Culligan

Medal winner in May, theUniversity’s highest facultyhonor: theology’s grinningmustachioed bespectacledgruff Matt Baasten. Teacher ofthe Year: comm studies’ ReneeHeath. Scholar(s) of the Year:business’s John Schouten andDiane Martin. Dean’s Awardfor General Excellent Coolness:the library’s Caroline Mann.

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 for Campaigngifts, hint hint. ¶ The Univer -sity has cool tickets forBroadway shows in Portlandthis summer: Les Misérables,on August 4, and Mamma Mia,on August 27: $100 per ducat,call 503.943.8607 for les details.¶ The University’s cheerfulFather Gerry Olinger, C.S.C.,will lead a gaggle of studentsand alumni to see His Holinessthe Pope at World Youth Dayin Madrid, Spain, August 15-24. Want to go? Call the alum-ni office at 503.943.7328. ¶And did you know alumni canrent rooms in the University’sSalzburg Center every August?True story. Call 503.943.7328.

STUDENT LIFEThe University received12,000 admission applicationsfor the second year; about42% of those applicants wereaccepted (down from 65% in2006), and some 850 will start

classes August 29. Averagehigh school GPA: 3.69. SAT:1230. Trends: more applica-tions from Colorado, Arizona,and Idaho; the usual highnumbers from California,Hawaii, Minnesota, Montana,Utah and Texas. Approximately58% of all applications camefrom outside Oregon andWashington. ¶ Among sum-mer session courses offeredthrough August 4: the biologyof food, crime and justice infilm, Shakespeare in Ashland,Shakespearean metaphysics(whoa), sports psychology,and lots of languages. Seewww.up.edu/summer. ¶

ARTS & LETTERSThe annual Gilbert & Sullivanlight opera on The Bluff thissummer: Yeomen of the Guard,through June 26, the last day ofReunion. Tickets: 503.943.7287.Info: 503.943.7228. We notewith prayers that this year’srun is dedicated to the spiritand verve of Roger Doyle, whoinvented the tradition and wasthe life and soul of it. Roger’svery ill. Send him a note andsay hey: [email protected].¶ On campus September 27:National Book Award winnerTim Egan, as the University’sfall Schoenfeldt Series VisitingWriter, reading from his work;his The Worst Hard Time is asearing book about the DustBowl years in mid-Americafrom 1930 to 1940. ¶ On cam-pus February 27 as the springSchoenfeldt Series guest:Pulitzer Prize winner JeffEugenides, author of the ter-rific novel Middlesex. The Series’guests visit classes, lunch withstudents, do a reading, andgenerally enjoy themselvesmore than they ever expected.Great idea. Excellent target forCampaign gifts in memory ofits late founders, brother andsister Father Art Schoenfeldtand Sue Fields. Info: [email protected], 503.943.8225. ¶ Onstage in Hunt Theater laterthis year: Shaw’s Arms and the

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Now here’s a cool Rise Campaign story: Jerome and Laurel Oziel of Portland quietly give the University two paintingsworth some $100,000 from their extraordinary art collection — one of them being this song to Paris’s Place du Chateletby “Le Poete Parisien de la Peinture,” Édouard Leon Cortès. Born in 1882, Cortès was a remarkable soul—an ardentpacifist, he was furious at German attacks on his beloved village, and enlisted, earning the Croix de Guerre. Are weopen to gifts of any and every kind for the Campaign that seeks to elevate thousands of lives? O dear yes: paintings,boats, houses, trusts, islands, small nations… See rise.up.edu.

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GO PILOTS!From Pilot baseball coach Chris Sperry’seulogy for Pilot basketball fan extraordi-naire Mauro Potestio ’50, who died inFebruary at age 86. Mauro was a schoolprincipal, the Pilots’ golf coach, andmost famously the bow-tied fan who at-tended 898 consecutive men’s basketballgames, from 1949 through this year.

As a freshman baseball player at theUniversity of Portland in 1984, I soonmet Mauro, then the sports informa-tion director. We sat in his office andtalked; his job was to gather informa-tion to be used, I suppose, with localnewspapers, on the off chance that I might play well some day. But whatI left with was a deep belief that I wasan important and valued member ofthe University family. That wasMauro’s great gift: he made you feelthat you mattered. He made you feelthat you were a genuine part of hislife. He would stop you on campus tochat between classes. He wouldcome to practice and take photos,hanging around and chatting whileyou waited your turn in the battingcage, oohing and ahhing when some-one got a hold of one. Fourteen years after that first meet-

ing, in 1998, I returned to The Bluffto coach the baseball team. In the in-tervening years Mauro had becomethe men’s golf coach, so we workedtogether as coaches until his retire-ment. Whenever our paths crossed, itwas the same: a hearty handshake, ahug, or what I remember as his trade-mark gesture, a gentle pat to yourcheek.Mauro’s love of people, the Pilots,

and life in general ran deep. His de-votion to the basketball program waslegendary, and it is truly remarkableto think that he did not miss a men’sgame on campus for more than 60years. And yet it wasn’t enough forhim to simply attend the game. Hedressed immaculately, always wear-ing one of his signature bow ties. ForMauro, it wasn’t enough to show up.What was important was to bringyour best, and let people know thatyou love this thing enough to show itthe respect it deserves.We live in a world where businesses

spend millions of dollars to build abrand, to build an identity for theirproducts, and to use symbols orcatch-phrases to get people to recog-nize who they are. Yet it is peoplewho leave the most lasting impres-

sion on us. When you think of a burlybroadcaster in Chicago with over-sized spectacles and a beer in eachhand, you instantly think of HarryCaray and the Cubs. When you thinkof a chubby Italian guy in an ill-fittinguniform boasting of the blue bloodrunning through his veins, TommyLasorda and his beloved Dodgers in-stantly come to mind. And when youthink of the fellow in the bow tiewhose warm personality and affec-tion was worn on his sleeve, youthink of the Portland Pilots. You sim-ply could not think of Mauro and notimmediately think of his passion forthis University.As a man with three daughters, one

of the virtues that I wish for most inmy children is passion. I want themto love something so deeply that theyare willing to work hard for it. I wantthem to learn how to struggle throughdifficult times, rather than quitting,because they believe in something,whatever it may be. And Mauro’s pas-sions ranged far beyond sports, as weall know very well. He loved FrankSinatra and Tony Bennett, he lovedhis Italian heritage, and his fascina-tion with films and Academy Awardswas simply amazing.We talked a lot about Mauro in our

house this week, as probably every-one here did, and my wife Andrea,also a former Pilot student athleteand a dear friend of Mauro’s, saidsomething I’ll never forget: the mem-ory that she will cherish most is the

way Mauro always greeted her with awarm smile, greeted her by name nomatter how much time had passed,greeted her with those gentle handson her face.“I loved him,” she said. “No matter

how bad your day was, you alwaysfelt better after seeing him. Youcouldn’t help it.”What a classy man. How thankful,

how proud, how much better we arefor his devotion to us. There willnever be anyone like him. Recently a friend of mine took the

time to talk to my baseball players.“Don’t walk through life without peo-ple knowing you’re here,” he said,and he wasn’t talking about bravadoor grand gestures in the hope of get-ting noticed. He was talking aboutbeing a good teammate and living alife that brings out the best in others.It is our job as teammates, coaches,husbands, wives, friends, and neigh-bors to touch as many lives in a posi-tive way as possible. Mauro did that.It is simply remarkable to think ofhow many lives he touched duringhis own long life.Our pain and loss today is softened

by our faith, by knowing that Maurois now reunited with his beloved wifeAnn, and by the excellent chancethat he and Ann are sharing laughsand a drink with Frank Sinatra. We’llmiss Mauro terribly on The Bluff, buthis spirit lives inside each and everyone of us who ever utters the wordsGo Pilots! n



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THEY ARE WEFrom a lovely and funny homily byFather Charlie Gordon, C.S.C., on thefeast day of Blessed Basil Moreau,founder of the Congregation of HolyCross, the University’s Catholic order.During the Mass the order’s annualSpirit of Holy Cross Award was present-ed to John Soisson, who founded thismagazine. He wept. It was great.

This occasion leads me to reflect onwhat it must be like to be a lay collab-orator with Holy Cross in this place,which was founded by the Congre ga -tion more than a century ago, andwhich continues to be served by oneof the largest communities of HolyCross priests and brothers in thecountry, and perhaps in the world.One of the first challenges facing

someone who wishes to collaboratewith the Congregation of Holy Crossmust be to figure out who we are, andhow we do things. This task is com-plicated by the fact that much aboutour way of life has never been sys-tematized or written down. You see,Father Moreau founded our congre-gation in 1837 to serve the trauma-tized church of post-revolutionaryFrance. It was a church in crisis. Itwasn’t a time to compose missionstatements or set out formal spiritual-ities or philosophies. There were ruined parishes to be restored andcountless children to be taught.Moreau’s first followers were thrownin the deep end, with little formaltraining, and told to get to work. Andarmed with little more than faith,hope, and zeal they did a great deal ofgood work. Little wonder, then, thatfaith, hope, and zeal became the hall-marks of Holy Cross. Much else aboutwho we are as a congregation had tobe worked out on the fly as we re-sponded to one crisis after another inone new culture after another.In a sense, that atmosphere of crisishas never really gone away. There’venever seemed to be enough of us toaccomplish the great missions thatChrist has set out for us. One conse-quence of this been an impatiencewith process. We start to squirmwhenever conversation about themission seems to go on too long.Something inside us wants to shoutoh, shut up and go do some work!Another consequence has been

that from the beginning, sharing our

mission with lay collaborators hasbeen, not an act of generosity on ourpart, but a stone-cold necessity.We’ve never imagined that the mis-sion could be accomplished anyother way. So we’ve always taken ourlay collaborators to our hearts, and tothe heart of our work. In a very realway, they are we. And perhaps, attimes, in the great Holy Cross tradi-tion, our collaborators too are droppedin at the deep end and expected tosucceed by force of faith, hope, andzeal. It may not seem like much of amethod, but look at what has beenaccomplished as a result!

We don’t hold our lay collaboratorsat arm’s length. We don’t pretendwith them to be something we’re not.We don’t put up a front. We learned atsome point in our history that wedon’t have to stand on our dignity inorder to have dignity. Consequently,no one can work with us for longwithout noticing our flaws andfoibles. I imagine that at the pointwhen our various quirks become ob-vious, there is a danger of becomingdisillusioned with us. Perhaps thedanger is made greater by the posi-tion of privilege we appear to be inhere. The universal church testifiesthat there have been members of theCongregation of Holy Cross whoselives were characterized by heroicsanctity. Right now, in other places,Holy Cross priests and brothers actheroically in circumstances of depri-vation and danger for peace and jus-tice—for Christ. Do we just happen tohave the bad luck to have all the softand pampered Holy Cross guys here?Our lay collaborators must sometimes

have to work at seeing the good in us,often giving us the benefit of the doubt.And in time they may learn that thefellow complaining loudly thatthere’s too much fennel in his crabcakes has in fact done some remark-able things for the Kingdom of God.Because they work so closely with

us, our collaborators will often needto forgive our clumsiness and thehurts we heedlessly inflict. We haveto do this with each other. This iswhat comes of our having to under-take missions that are so much biggerthan we are. We can’t manage themby deploying just a “Sunday best” ver-sion of ourselves. They demand thatwe invest everything we have, every-thing that we are—even the annoy-ing bits. We’ll probably assume thatyou will do the same.We can take the extraordinary

efforts of our collaborators for grant-ed in much the same way as we takeeach other for granted. Of courseyou’re working fourteen hours a day;it’s what we do. Actually, failing to getcredit for what you have accom-plished may be the ultimate sign ofbeing part of the mission of HolyCross. After all, half the world seemsto think that the Universities ofPortland and Notre Dame are greatJesuit universities.In sum, when Jesus says, “Take up

your cross and follow me,” it maymean for our lay collaborators, “Takeup your Holy Cross and follow me.”What do they receive in return? Well,for one thing, to borrow the words ofSaint Paul, they are given ample op-portunity to “live in a manner worthyof the call you have received, with allhumility and gentleness and patience,bearing with one another throughlove.” For another, the Gospels makeit clear that our lives and talents areto be invested someplace where theywill bear great fruit. This is such aplace. History has shown that thisuniversity and the other great mis-sions of Holy Cross are places where,by the grace of God, talents are multi-plied many times over, so that aston-ishing things are achieved for Christand his Church.The constitutions of our congrega-

tion assure us that while our prede-cessors in Holy Cross were heavilyburdened, they did not walk, theystrode. But if they strode, perhaps itwas in order to keep up with the won-derful lay people who have collabo-rated with us from the beginning.Thank you, John, for walking withus. We’ll try to keep up. n PH

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Turning 89 in May: one of the University’s great quiet gentlemen ever, Brother Fulgence Dougherty, C.S.C.,painted here by his Holy Cross confrere Father Mark Ghyselinck. Fulgence joined the Cross in 1942, spent25 years in Bangladesh (surviving the civil war), 2 years in Liberia, 4 years in Ghana, and 32 years at theUniver sity, working with students from all over the world. Gracious, witty, egoless, gentle, extraordinary,he is the kind of man you think of first when you think of how great Holy Cross men can be. Tell himyourself if you admired him: [email protected]. Or, hey, make a Campaign gift celebrating theman: [email protected].



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SUNDANCEDIARYYoung alumna filmmaker Holly LynnEllis brings her new movie to RobertRedford’s Sundance Film Festival! Keepsnotes! Tears! Laughter!

11/22: I’m sick and it’s late and thestupid cell phone rings and I mean tohit ignore but my stupid thumb hitsthe stupid answer button. Hi, Holly,this is I miss his name from theSundance Film Festival, and we loveyour film Prairie Love and can't waitto include it in the festival and I amcrying and I need champagne. I callthe director, Dusty. I’m thinking weshould plan a reunion for the team, I say. In Utah. They got a festivalthere. We got in…. 11/ 23: Party's over. Get to work.Movie not done. No music. Sound ed-iting a mess. Need PR rep, salesagent, how to get everyone to Utah?Move move move!12/17: Meeting with Britney Spears'attorney. He loves our movie. Hewants to represent our movie. Howdidwe get here?12/24: No one likes our poster.12/25: Dusty refuses to hear anotherword about poster.

12/26: Complete redesign of poster.1/5: Test screening of film. New scoreand color correction. Enormous suc-cess.1/8: Spend whole day getting hairdone and spending too much moneyon makeup. Girly pre-requisites forLeading Lady achieved. Ready to getback into camo-cargo pants and actlike a producer again. A friend accu-rately pointed out that me getting amake-over is like a kid gettingdragged to the doctor's for a shot.1/19: Arrive in Park City, Utah.Immediately take the bus to the StateLiquor Store. Grocery and retailstores do not sell beverages with sub-stantive alcohol content in Utah, butState Liquor Stores do. Did I researchthis detail in advance of the trip? Yes.Yes, I did.1/21: Invited to dinner party hostedby Washington State Film Commis -sion, Seattle Film Commis sion, WSeattle Hotel, and The WarrenReport, a Seattle film promotion com-pany. All of the food was preparedbefore our eyes by the hotel’s souschef, and the wines were poured bythe young woman who planted thevines. The conversation was inspiringand wide-ranging. I am giddy to beone of the ten filmmakers invited.1/22: Interview with Dusty and thecast, followed by photo shoot. Funny

women Rachael Harris and CherylHines had to wait while we went first.1/23: Premiere Day! The Director ofProgramming opens his introductionby calling Prairie Love “a film that re-minds him why he does what hedoes.” Hey, look, James Franco ishere. James Franco is here!He lovedour movie! Two days later he getsnominated for an Oscar. At the partylater I note that the University ofPortland is one of four alma materssponsoring the party. Thanks.1/25: SWAG BOMB! It’s amazing whatpeople will give you if you look likeyou assume you deserve it. It was funnabbing some winter boots for mysister while watching John McFee ofthe Doobie Brothers jam. Live. Becausethis kind of thing happens here.1/27: Am standing on street cornerwith Mom when a SUV passes withthe window rolled down, "I love yourmooooviiieeee!" screams a woman inthe passenger seat. All hail the drive-by critic.1/27: Variety pans our movie. Typosin their review, not to mention theymix up North Dakota and NorthCarolina. It’s ok, Variety editors, I think: fourth grade was hard.1/28: Had our third screening tonight:Nathan Dinsdale ’01 is there! Go Pilots! 1/29: I was one of about 15 filmmak-ers who spoke at a roundtable for thefilm students attending the festival.Each of us was to sit at our own tableand we’d be joined by the students asthey came in. I am repeatedly mis-taken for a student.1/30: Near the end now. I am cryingall the time. Last meal with team.Start packing. Finished as quickly aspossible so that we could have onemore night in the hot tub. It wassnowing tonight. Snow falling onyour face while you sit in a hot tub isa simply miraculous feeling. I'm notgoing to cry. I am not going to cry.1/31: Arrive at home in New YorkCity. My cats do not recognize me.Back to the old day job tomorrow. I will not complain. I have actuallyand truly lived the dream. Ten thou-sand film teams wanted to be atSundance this year, and 118 made it,and we were one of them. I couldn'tbe happier or more blessed—or moredetermined to make sure it happensagain. n

To see more of Holly’s film, seewww.prairielove.com. To help the RiseCampaign raise money for the Univer -sity’s theater programs and students,see rise.up.edu. PH

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Changing hats this summer, after fifteen years as, basically, vice president for students: John Goldrick, who will essen-tially be in charge of recruiting Campaign gifts from donors abroad, especially in his beloved Asia, where he served inthe Peace Corps as a youth. Goldrick wore a lot of hats, too: de facto dean of discipline, enrollment czar, admissions guru,student life supervisor...often vilified by students, annually parodied in the student newspaper, he also quietly helpedmany hundreds of students grow up, straighten out, and get a sense of what really matters; for which, all teasing aside,the University thanks him and his graceful wife Jackie for years of commitment and care.

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I’ve been gathering with eleven stu-dents once every two weeks or so forfour years now. We share stories. Likethe brotherly philosophizing thathappens after two or three beers, oraround a campfire in the woods, oron a ski-lift between runs. One man came to a moment of

truth as a senior in high school whenhe realized that he wanted honestywith his parents more than he want-ed to drink beer with his friends. Hehopes his younger sister also seeksintegrity over secrets.One seeks integrity as he balances

his responsibility to his family inHawaii, and their traditional expecta-tions, and his responsibility to him-self and his gifts, which may meanthat he doesn’t return to the islandsafter graduation. One discovered that his responsi-

bility to himself and his gifts includesovercoming the obsessive compul-sive disorder diagnosis he received asa junior. He talks about the challengeof training his mind to ignore itself.One has trained his mind for a

career in the Army, but remainsamazed and nervous that he willmake decisions that could hold people’s lives in the balance.One helps his mother make deci-

sions about plumbers three statesaway because he is an only child andhis father died a year ago. He wantsmore than anything to use his engi-neering knowledge to improve people’s lives and has already de-signed a tool to help amputees traintheir new limbs.One began at the University with

the desire to use his engineeringknowledge in the foreign missionswith fellow Mennonites. He changedhis mind about the missions, andnow wonders if that change meansengineering was a mistake. He hasdecided to persevere—to do the besthe can with hope that God will makeit right.One is not sure about hope in God,

but left engineering for hope in math.He finds in math the highest andmost beautiful form of truth that wecan grasp with certainty.One wrestles with a call to the

priesthood when the only certaintyhe grasps is that he finds joy in par-tial differential equations. He grewup in the country and misses theMilky Way.One took his Boy Scout background

to a new level, spending six monthsgazing at the Milky Way while explor-ing the Australian outback on foot

and a canoe. He learned early on thatif he feels pressure to change who heis to maintain a relationship for nogood reason, either the relationshipis harmful or his approach to it is.One suffered a life-threatening car

accident before starting at UP, andfound that he was friends with somepeople for no good reason; he learnedwhich of his high school buddies hecould lean on during his year-long re-covery. One sang lead in a band with some

buddies who didn’t finish high school.The band was a lifeboat for hisfriends, and he left when he realizedhe could swim.They’re all seniors now, these men.

Four years ago they founded theLeague of Extraordinary Gentlemen,which now gathers more than 85men—students, faculty, and staff—to share stories. These eleven mengraduate in May; but the League istheir legacy. n

Josh Noem (in the green sweater) is afaith formation director for the Univer -sity’s campus ministry office; the Leaguehe counseled won a national award forinnovative programming in April. To helpthe Rise Campaign jazz creative effortslike the League, see rise.up.edu. PH

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Pilot soccer fans will remem-ber Cori Alexander ’07 as theglorious goalkeeper of the2005 national championshipteam—agile and fearless, and famous for her superstitioustapping of her beloved goalposts at every opportunity.But Cori, who went on to playpro for New York’s Sky BlueFootball Club and now theBay Area Breeze (with TiffenyMilbrett ’95), is also a superbphotographer, and playsprofes sionally with her camera. For more of her witty

and attentive eye, see corialexander.com. And ourthanks for these small visualprayers, Cori.


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Graduating this past spring, and leaving behind many who admired him for his sinewy courage and endless patience:Gabe Twining ’11, who suffered a terrible accident as a freshman and has been in a wheelchair since. He refused to quitthe University, though, and nursing students helped him, and alumnus Bob Kessi designed and built a house for him,and his teachers and friends and family poured love into his continuing efforts to rise and walk again. A young man ofgrace and guts who elevated the campus with his grin. Travel in the light, Gabe Twining.

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LAST CLASSUniversity biology professor MarleneMoore taught her last class recently,after 34 years on The Bluff as teacher,scholar, and dean of arts and sciences.Communication studies professor JeffKerssen-Griep took notes. Marlene’snow liberal arts dean at WillametteUniversity. We miss her.

Our leader today is friendly but mat-ter-of-fact, knowing her students areattentive, even rapt, but not liable tomuch humor here at the tail end ofthe term. They show no sense of themoment, that they’re embarked onProfessor Moore’s final class, after athird of century. Nor does she point itout for them. She is straightforwardand unsentimental to a fault, postureerect, resources at the ready, eyes onstudent faces. Serious business this,translating what’s knowable aboutour sacred physiologies. “Anotherday at the office,” she had said to me.Maybe a holy office, I think. Her posture is deceptively casual.

She’s quietly alert like an owl, ormaybe an osprey with young—in-vested, warm, fierce, and calm, calm,calm. These students are her brood,not her prey, and they’re going tothrive beyond this nest, by God. During certain ritual moments stu-

dents’ responses are instant, quiet,solemnly near-whispered unisonchants:“What do I carry?” (“An epipen”) “What does it contain?” (“epineph-

rine”) “Why should that work?” (they

chant their knowing) “Perhaps you’re ready to finish

physiology…” (silent amens)This is no more done for show than

is a Mass. She’s attentive to theirchanted replies – a little squint, then“Ok…”, then another liturgicalprompt, the next responsive chant.Submerging in call and responsebuilds self-efficacy as students’ eyesturn inward and voices match vol-ume and cadence. Students’ self-test-ing is plain to see at this late date; sois the assurance that subtly lightsmost faces as each chanted utterancenears its close; attentions return out-ward as each turns away from water-ing yet another key memory patch.As in other sacred settings, the com-fort comes in knowing how it’s done;there’s sublime merit in everyonechanting what they know to be trueof the learnable holy.

“We answer more questions of howit works than why in physiology,” shesays, leading them through meta -phoric lands (“great stuff, thesemacrophages—reach out, pull in thoselittle hot dogs, digest ’em, and spit outthe parts…”) and B cells zapping lym-phocytes only from a distance (“thinkof ‘B’ as in ‘Barracks’: ‘barracks shootbullets.’”), and that “T cells must touch”to work, like deadly masseuse coun-terspies entrapping creepy lymphfil-trators. And later, “getting antibodies islike copying an exam—no memory cellsform like in vaccination.”Which is aguide for living, isn’t it? She carries her authority seamlessly,

her influence given by her studentsrather than taken at their expense.Her web of subtle communicationchoices constantly signals how tothink about the day’s work—whereto start?

¶ Shared sardonic knowingness edgesher delivery (“What about those viruses,eh? Whooo!”), with students in on thejoke after all this time together —those crazy rogue pathogens—tsk tsk— world’s full of ’em. Bodies have tobe resolute. ¶ Easy interpersonal contactthroughout—looking into individualfaces while talking with ‘the group’;there’s no rock-star eye scan of theair above their heads. Nor an ounceof ‘look at me’ attitude. ¶ Everything about Marlene in theclassroom starts with her eyes, thenthat half-grin. Like an athlete in hersport, her head on a smooth line leadsthe rest of her toward what’s next—astudent, or a measured stride to aprojector, arm and wrist graceful withthe pen (the handwriting not somuch). Her spoken interludes pullstudents back to her humanity and

their earned wisdom before the nextillumination or another question. Herstudents trust her. ¶ Her voice, that Bonnie Raitt twangminus the blues, is warm, sometimessliding sociably into companionablelow-key laughter, keeping things fo-cused and humane. ¶ She reveals much of what’s ‘behindthe curtain’ throughout, telling uswhich teaching tactics she’ll use andwhy, being candid about her interestslike any good negotiator. ¶ And she offhandedly narrates eachof a few short computer animationswith the synchrony of a silent moviehouse organist, smoothly pumpingup the key insights to be savoredfrom each. “Antigens can’t attack a redcircle or a red rectangle, they can onlyattack the red triangle…”¶ Lots of reassuring reminders aboutwhere these learnings already awaitto serve us (“…the notes, your CD, ourwebsite…”). She refers to some slidesas “old friends.” And there’s sharing of the peace:

occasional questions for the group tobuzz about with neighbors, as whenshe asks everyone to map the lymphsystem onto the immune systemshe’d been weaving with words andanimations and reassurances anddrawings and you name it. “Talk tosomeone near you about that.” She sidles—head on a smooth line—tovisit a pair during this five-minutetask (to their cautious delight), saysthat between them they got it right;they all beam a bit. These students are engaged entities

here at the end of the term. Studentsaround me feel relaxed and preppedto be curious and serious-minded, tonot worry about showing off, kissingup, or wasting brain energy to protector repair self-identity as they’d haveto when taught by an interpersonaloaf; Marlene saves face for everyoneand herself as a matter of course, likebreathing. Being here clearly isabout the learning, not about keepingup appearances. One student asks Moore to talk

about three other immune systemcomponents.“You know me—I’m always willing to

let you know more!”Her final utterance: “Any questions?”

How apt, how fitting an exit line. It’swhat the world keeps asking anyonewith ears to hear.

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National All-Academic Teams ThePilot men’s cross country team fin-ished 13th in the nation, won their32nd straight West Coast Conferencetitle, collectively earned a 3.19 inschool, and earned national All-Academic honors, led by individualAll-Academic Lars Erik Malde (3.7 inengineering management). Wow. ¶But the women were even better; thePilots had a collective 3.47, were alsonamed national All-Academic, andwere second in the WCC.Men’s Basketball The Pilots finished20-10, the first time in fifty years withback-to-back twenty-win seasons, andaveraged a healthy 3,200 fans.Forward Luke Sikma and guardNemanja Mitrovic were named firstteam all-WCC, and sharpshootistJared Stohl also earned league hon-ors. Great year. Highlight: huge homewin over #21 Saint Mary’s, and thestudent body rushing the floor inglee. Lowlight: the death of cheerfulhoop nut Mauro Potestio ’50, whohadn’t missed a home game since1949. See page 5. ¶ And KramerKnutson, we note with pride, wasleague all-academic for the third time,with a 3.7 in philosophy.Women’s Basketball Four playersearned league honors for the 16-15Pilots: forward Natalie Day was firstteam all-WCC, Alexis Byrd made theall-freshman team, and Tara Croninand ReZina TecleMariam also earnedleague honors. ¶ Cronin (3.7 in engi-neering) and Sarah Kliewer (3.5 inpsych) were also named to the league’sall-academic team. Baseball Terrific start for the Pilots,

who won six in a row opening theseason, including a win in Eugeneagainst the nationally ranked Ducks;but then they struggled, and were 17-25 at presstime. Turner Gill was hit-ting .324, and All-American closerChris Dennis had a 1.24 e.r.a. CoachChris Sperry, by the way, delivered aglorious eulogy for campus sportslegend Mauro Potestio — see page 5.Women’s SoccerOn the USA WorldCup team in Germany this summer:alumnae Stephanie Lopez Cox andMegan Rapinoe. On the pitch forCanada: Christine Sinclair andSophie Schmidt. ¶ Training with theUS National Team this summer: de-fender Cloee Colohan. ¶ On TheBluff, the Pilots open play in August;see portlandpilots.com for tickets andschedule. ¶ This year’s rookies: All-American forward Kaila Cameli fromGlendale, Arizona, the first jucotransfer ever for the Pilots; All-American mid Rebekah Kurle fromRenton, Washington, where she wasstate player of the year; defenderMalloy Leahy from Snohomish; de-fender Lorielle McCluskie fromScottsdale; and mid Emily Sippelfrom Westview High in Beaverton,where she earned a 4.0 and ran track.Men’s Soccer New faces for thePilots: all-Utah mid Derek Boggs fromAlta, mid Michael Escobar fromBellarmine Prep in Washington, all-Oregon goalie Kyle Foster from SouthSalem High, defender Matt Liberatorfrom Oregon state champ Jesuit High,and U.S. National Team defenderMitchell Lurie from ChattahoocheeHigh in Georgia. ¶ The men’s teamshaved their heads this spring for theSt. Baldrick’s Day Foundation, raisingmore than $8,000 for childhood can-

cer research. Good men. Cross Country New man this fall:Colorado state champ Woody Kincaidfrom Columbine High. He joins twoother Colorado state champs on thePilots: Scott Fauble in 2009, and DavidPerry in 2010. ¶ David Perry ran forTeam USA this spring, in a 6k race inTrinidad; he was tenth, in 19:06, asthe Yanks finished second to Canada. TrackOne spring highlight: Pilot All-American Trevor Dunbar ’13 justmissing a four-minute mile in his na-tive Alaska. Led by Pilot rabbitsChase Caulkins and Cody Wells infront of a roaring crowd in theAnchorage Dome, he ran 4:02.88.The Alaska state record is 4:00.58,held by… Trevor’s dad, Marcus, theformer US champ in the mile. ¶ NewUniversity records this spring: CoriMoore in the 800 (2:06.61), NatalieHemphill in the 3000m steeplechase(10:44.81), and Dunbar in the 5000,running 13:42.53…minutes beforeteammate Alfred Kipchumba ran a13:40.98. Wow.Golf The final season ever for thegolf teams (replaced by the women’srowing team) ended on a rise: seniorJustin Smithhisler was all-WCC, themen were ranked as high as 27th na-tionally, and Nick Chianello ’13 roseto 15th in the nation. For the women,Sara Banke ’14 was All-WCC andscored an eagle in her final match, atthe WCC championships. Rowing The new team will have 62members, many from the extant suc-cessful Pilot club team, and a famouscoach as of June: Bill Zack, presidentof the Collegiate Rowing CoachesAssociation, assistant coach at UCLA,and coach at the Olympic Games,Pan-American Games, and WorldRowing Championships. He rowedhimself for the U.S. Coast GuardAcademy, and was a Coast Guardlieutenant commander. Volleyball Danielle Dupar (3.56 in finance), Rachel Femling (3.77 in accounting), and Kate Bostwick allwere named WCC all-academic;Dupar was also the league’s defen-sive player of the year. Tennis Lacey Pflibsen and ValeskaHoath were named to the WCC all-starteam. Hoath, from Queensland,Australia, had a perfect March, 6-0 insingles; for the men, Alex Ferrero wasall-WCC, and Nick Wales won his finalmatch (with partner Geoff Hernandez)with panache; the Pilot duo wasdown 6-1 and roared to a 9-7 win.

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Graduated in May: backup center Jasonn Hannibal, center Kramer Knutson (whoset the Pilot record for starts, 118), forward Luke Sikma (who set the record for re-bounds, 987), and Jared Stohl, who led the nation in three-point shooting. The fourtogether led the Pilots to 69 wins in their four years. Thank you, gentlemen.


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B R I E F L Y

Rise!Okay, here’s a great Campaignstory: the University’s students do-nated $70,000 for the new recreationcenter. “What better proof of our mis-sion,” observed University presidentFather Bill Beauchamp, “than our stu-dents sacrificing their own money tohelp the University rise?” ColinDorwart, the student body president,was also direct: “This campaign isbold and we believe in it. We believein what the University stands for.This is the strongest message we cansend. How can we expect others todonate to the University if we don’t?”¶ This on the heels of the Class of2010 raising $100,000 for their MollyHightower Scholarship, named forthe 2009 alumna killed in Haiti’searthquake in Haiti while workingwith orphans. Wow.Bang for the Buck The top school inOregon for “return on investment,”says Bloomberg Businessweek: theUniversity of Portland. BB estimatesthat the 30-year net return on invest-ment for graduates of University ofPortland is $779,600. ¶ A rush of na-tional honors lately; the Universitywas ranked first among its peers inproducing Peace Corps volunteers,first in producing Fulbright scholars,top ten in the West for overall quality(by U.S. News & World Report, the16th consecutive year), and our nurs-ing and business programs wereranked among the national top 25 byParademagazine. Neat.Student Feats Remarkable youngenergies this spring: the film Blood,Sweat, and Berries, about migrantworkers in Washington’s SkagitValley, by Scott Hines ’12, who proud-ly screened his movie on campus; aheck of a line, that. ¶ Nursing stu-dents were with faculty and alumniin Narasaraopet, India, this spring,volunteering health care at an or-phanage. ¶ Students Kenny King andKurt Berning raised $20,000 for edu-cation in Cambodia through theirnon-profit company Global Alliancefor Developing Education. Wow. ¶Fifth in America in the 2011 Boulder -ing Youth Nationals, and thus now amember of the U.S. National Team inthat rockclimbish sport: Lisa Chulich’14. ¶ The new student body presi-dent: theology major Zach Imfeld ’12,from Burbank. Hobbies: barbecueand Cincinnati Reds games. Whoa. ¶The Beacon won four first-placeawards from the Oregon Newspaper

Publishers Association, and finishedsecond in the entire Northwestamong non-daily student newspa-pers. Excellent year. ¶ 130 businessstudents suddenly painted not onebut two North Portland schools thisspring: Holy Cross and OckleyGreen. Hilarious. Huge kick for theneighborhood. We love stuff like that.Alumni AwardsHonored in Aprilwith the University’s four annualalumni awards: attorney and judgeBob Maloney ’64, who adopted awhole third grade in Portland; ArmyMajor Paul Staeheli ’98, who has al-ready served two tours in Iraq andwon a Bronze Star; Tamara Faris ’00,whose work with kids now extends toIndia, Mexico, and all around Africa;and Katie Scally, who won the annualTom Gerhardt ’54 award for a selflessand creative senior.Garrulous Guests Among recentspeakers, performers, silver intelli-gences on campus: Securities andExchange Commission economistScott Bauguess, talking about the financial market crisis of 2008 and future regulation; author MichaelPollan, keynoting the University’sepic Food for Thought conferencewith a funny and revelatory talkabout real food v. the “food-like sub-stances that scream for our atten-tion”; and theologian Peter Kreeft, onthe fine Christian writers WalkerPercy and C.S. Lewis.The Valedictorian of the Class of2011 was Sean Frederick, a remark-able lad: he earned two full degrees(engineering and Spanish studies),never got a B, earned a Fulbrightgrant to study lasers at the Universityof Liverpool next year, and then willhead, as an Air Force lieutenant, tothe Air Force Research Laboratory inOhio. Whew.Engineering Dean Zia Yamayee, athis retirement ceremony, confessedhis rules for being on committees:never arrive on time, never speakuntil the meeting is half over, be asvague as possible, and be the first tomove for adjournment. “Also, thebest classroom in the world is at thefeet of the elderly, ignoring facts donot change facts, if you are not your-self you are nobody, being kind ismore important than being right, andpray steadily.” Zia will be back oncampus in 2013 as the BrotherGodfrey Vassallo, C.S.C., Professor ofEngineering (Campaign target! Hint!Rise.up.edu!).The McNerney-Hanson Chair inEthics has its second occupant this

summer: philosophy professorMichael Andrews, most recently atSeattle U. Andrews is particularly in-terested in health care and bioethics.Interesting guy: two doctorates, onefrom the Pontifical Gregorian Uni -versity in Rome.The $100K Challenge, the Univer -sity’s annual competition among cre-ative students for best business idea,was won this year by a delightedSarah Klemze ’12, inventor of an on-line business for connecting highschool students with vocational pro-grams and scholarships. What beganas the Center for Entrepreneurship’s$16K Challenge in 1999 drew 24fledgling businesses this year. Cam -paign target, you ask? Why, yes. Greatone, too—new small businesses…rise.up.edu…Rise! And speaking of the Campaign,some cool gifts: $250,000 from DonGalarneau ’49 for a new automatedmanufacturing lab; $250,000 fromDiane and Dick VanGrunsven ’61 foran experimental mechanics lab; $1.2million from the Colatorti family inmemory of their son Roger ’61, for ascholarship for Central Catholic gradsmajoring in English; and $4 from areader of this magazine, age 93, whowrote Your magazine staggers myheart and soul. Bless you. Amen.

Our new engineering dean as of July:civil engineer Sharon Jones, most re-cently head of engineering at LafayetteCollege in Pennsylvania. Among herscholarly expertises: rural water andsanitation infrastructure and salmonmanagement in the Pacific Northwest.She succeeds the wonderful ZiaYamayee, who after 15 deanly years re-turns happily to the faculty.


Iwas blind for a while, and walkingin the woods was an adventure. Thewhite bark of birch trees beckoned tome. I would stroll through cushionydead poplar leaves or fountainingferns like ostrich plumes as high asmy chest. I could hear squirrels quar-reling and veerys veerying. Woodsorrel grew underfoot, the leaves tartwhen you taste them. Bears fattenedon beechnuts in the fall up here andpitcher plants and orchids could befound in a kind of suspended bog.

When I was blind I listened to theradio scanner chatter softly, pullingin transmissions from the State Police,the Sheriff’s Department, the BorderPatrol, the town Rescue Squad, and thehospital at the county seat. You couldalso hear several fire departments,the Fish and Game frequency that war-dens called in on, the Civil Air Patrol,railroad dispatchers, and various hamchannels that lonely civilians talkedon. You might hear EMT personnelresuscitate a heart patient, panting overhim on air; or a fire in progress, ac-tually even crackling; or a cop chasinga car thief through the woods, butmostly highway crews gabbing withheadquarters interminably.

My neighbor trapped fisher, fox, andbeaver in the swamp in season, shotvenison, caught catfish, logged pulp-wood, knew where the otters dennedand the herons nested, where snap-pers could be dug out for a turtle stew,where a patch of lady’s-slippers flour-ished where any girl might pick amoccasin-flower for her prom. But hehad medical bills, and no money laidaside till his social security kicked in,so he was a junkyard watchman formoney. The man who owned thejunkyard was a war veteran too andboth men knew the old bootleggerpaths through the swamp. The swampwas eight miles wide, and you couldmake a living limbing cedar trees anddragging them out for post-and-railfencing or patio furniture, or fromsaw-log cherry wood or yellow birchand bird’s-eye maple in the higherspots. Japanese businessmen ownedthe swamp now, having bought it fromWall Street investors, who had boughtit from the logging company whohad worked it over when everybody

When I Was Blind“Blindness was full of second sight...”

By Edward Hoagland

was young. The logging companyhad employed the county’s jailbirdsto cut tamaracks for telephone poles,plus any local who wanted to slug itout with the trees, hauling with horsesas often as not, because of the braidedstreams. It was a good life until youbroke a leg or got a rupture, and thelogging led you into necks of the woodswhere nobody had trapped lately andyou might nab a sixty-dollar bobcatovernight, half a month’s pay.

When you are blind you can hear peo-ple smile — there’s a soft click whentheir lips part. Once I went to see ahealer in the woods. “Ease up on milkand Tums. Are you centered with theLord? Do you tithe? Are you askingHim for guidance? Is your daughter introuble? I have patients who fall outof bed every night, their dreams areso bad. Smoke much? Lemme see yournails. Chew your nails? You pray?Farm paid for? Be tremulous beforethe Lord! I’ll pray for you, if you wish.But you wouldn’t want me spittinginto your eyes, like Jesus did with theblind man. Am I right? Praise theLord. Eat less. Un quietness eats at you.Stand underneath God. Get underHis spotlight. No charge.”

It used to be that the way you milkedcows was you strapped a milkingstool to your butt and wore it like astiff set of bug’s legs sticking out forhalf the day. No more. In the old dayshere, before the economics of farmingforced you to trundle each cow offto be ground into hamburger once hermost productive years were past, you’dbecome friends with your cows, andyou felt an intimacy with the person-alities of each, milking by hand, notmachine. Although you shot everyhawk or owl you saw, you treated yourcows better then.

When I was blind I loved to ride trains,to sit in the Observation Car and chatwith strangers, or in the dining car,the club car. When you can’t see, ageis less of a factor, no skin tone orpaunchy posture to go by. Voices wrin-kle later than faces, and, emanatingfrom inside, seem truer to the natureresiding there, harder to educate inconcealment or deceit. Voices registercompassion, disdain, apprehension,

confidence, or surprise more directly,if you’ve learned to listen.

Rain squalls wet the spiders’ websjust enough to glisten so that I couldsee them, though trees remained abit of a puzzle, like shapes viewedunderwater. But I could hear better —the giggle of the flying loons, rattleof a kingfisher, a hermit thrush seek-ing an answer from distant softwoods,the passage of a large milk snakethrough the stone wall where it atechipmunks.

Another neighbor, who worked at thesawmill, had taught his dog to snatchfood scraps out of the air when he,the neighbor, was having lunch andtossed them. But one day two of hisfingers were sliced off by the saw andflew through the air and the dog caughtand ate them. So I’m a part of him nowfor as long as he lives, said the guy.

When your sight evaporates, yourforehead seems to lower incrementally,appropriating the area formerly oc-cupied by the eyes. Thus more brainspace is created — as well as moretime to think. You hope.

Offered for auction today in town:cows, a llama, a guitar, a hare, a trucktire, a wheelchair. Who died? Play itsafe, says the auctioneer, you’ll neverget one cheaper when you need it.Afterwards the cashier puts a bottle ofwhiskey on the counter, signaling theend of the auction and a drink foreveryone with money for a poker game.

Blindness was full of second sight.I saw how the money economy hadfailed my neighbors after a lifetimeof busy days, a web of energetic rou-tines. Their house insurance hadlapsed, the property tax bill was ayearly or-deal, but social securityhadn’t yet kicked in. So fragile, thoughsurges of mercy in other people didbubble up. n

Edward Hoagland, the University’sSchoenfeldt Series Visiting Writer in 1994,is the author of twenty books of essays,travel, and fiction, among them theNorthwest classic Notes from the Cen-tury Before. These notes are drawnfrom a book in progress called Ten Mile.

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Raw meat: that’s how eighth-gradersusually see a new teacher, especiallyone with no experience, like me onthat Monday when I took on my veryfirst class. I’d gotten the job offer aweek earlier from the interim princi-pal, who was only hours into her ownnew role. Miss Wood had been theeighth-grade teacher there since theearth was cooling, and enjoyed therespect and trust of the school andparish community. She was going toneed both, as word trickled out thatthe old principal was suddenly gone,and why, and that Miss Wood wasnow in charge.Like many parochial schools, tuition

only paid part of the bills; studentsand their parents were constantlyselling wrapping paper and cupcakesand doodads to pay for frills such ascurrent textbooks. The most recentfundraiser had been wildly successful.Even two weeks after it was over, class-room closets housed the lingeringaroma of the mountains of chocolatebars students had hustled, nettingover ten thousand dollars.Now, ten thousand dollars, stacked

in mounds of mostly singles, is a lotof money. Enough, as it turned out,to finance a one-way plane ticket toMexico and plush accommodationsfor the previous principal, who tookthe candy money, along with an as-sumed name, and set up a new life forhimself on a sunny beach south ofthe border, creating an immediate jobvacancy.God speaks to people in a multitude

of ways: a burning bush, a rainbow,

a rushing wind, the gentlest of breezes.Or, in my case, through grand larceny.Because it turns out that teaching isexactly what I am supposed to be do-ing, and I got to start doing it becauseMiss Wood became principal overthe weekend and needed someone totake over her eighth graders on veryshort notice. She knew of me becauseI had conducted a one-day Confirm-ation retreat for her class, and she hadbeen impressed that they could notmake me cry in the course of oureight hours together. Not crying wasapparently the main thing she waslooking for in a candidate to finish outthe school year in this toughish LosAngeles Catholic elementary school.That I could also play six chords

on the guitar meant the new principalhad also just gained a liturgical musicleader for the school, and when shefound out I had once purchased mycollege roommate’s calculus bookback from her as a favor, I obviouslyhad the credentials to teach math forgrades six through eight. (Catholicschools are notorious for drawing outgifts and talents that people don’tknow they have.)The pedagogical literature in those

days was adamant that teachers hadto project exactly who was boss fromtheir initial contact with their stu-dents. Dressing professionally was key,according to the books, and I agonizedin selecting clothes that communicat-ed authority and business temperedby just the tiniest dash of approacha-bility. In the mirror I practiced thewithering Teacher Look I would even-

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on infinite loop and prayed to chan-nel Rosalind Russell’s Mother Superiorfrom that film. Same with SidneyPoitier’s Mr. Thackeray in To Sir, WithLove. I made my list of non-negotiablerules. The bulletin boards were mas-terpieces. I was ready; bring it on,Monday!Monday brought it on, all right. I

was the first person on the premises,radiating the loftiest of expectationsin my pacing up and down the play-ground on high heels I had to forcenot to wobble. I could feel the eyes ofhundreds of children burning into me,and I was pretty sure I saw severalof the older boys rubbing their handstogether in anticipatory glee at thetorture they would soon be inflictingon the new teacher. But I almost feltsorry for them; I was that ready.The girls were subtler, as they al-

ways are. Most of the action came fromtheir eyes, a slow up and down asthey took my measure. I was readyfor them too.The morning bell rang; time to

commence my teaching career. I hadalso been working on my TeacherVoice, so it was loud and clear as these,the first words I ever spoke in publicas a professional educator, roaredout of my mouth on the playground:“Boys, grab your balls and line up now!I mean it!”

One day my class was reminiscingabout how magical life had been inkindergarten and how, at their ripeold age of thirteen or fourteen, theyreally missed believing in Santa Claus.Those with little brothers and sistersexpressed a sweet concern that theirsiblings were somehow missing outon the sparkly holiday fantasy of be-lieving that Santa would listen to what-ever a five-year-old said, as long asit was sincere.Richard had the most magical idea

of all. Yes, this was the same Richardwho shot lentils at Becca and Juliannethrough a hollowed-out Bic pen cas-ing, and slam-dunked the Baby Jesusthrough a basketball rim during theschool Christmas pageant rehearsal.But he came up with the idea thatwe all write letters from Santa to thekindergartners. We wouldn’t just writeon any old paper, he suggested, buton ice blue paper, the color of the Arc-tic Circle. And we’d use special ink.In a flash, like a playful twist on thestory of the wedding at Cana, hiddenstores of glitter pens, along with a sur-prising assortment of stickers andrubber stamps, appeared from eighth-grade backpacks, enhancing the

stodgy blue and black pens ordinarilydemanded in my formal writing as-signments.Richard procured a class list from

Mrs. Bigelow and matched each of hisclassmates with one of her students.He even ran a brainstorming session,a genuine pre-writing sequence thatcovered the most reluctant writers.I had never seen Richard like thisbefore, and I liked what I saw. Sudden-ly, visions of my students meetingtheir state creative writing proficiencyrequirements danced in my head.Students who were usually surly aboutrevising their assignments developedmultiple drafts and started over, not

icicles formed on the borders. Mrs.Bigelow played her role wonderfully,telling Richard she would need somehelp making sure the letters got tothe right people and could he thinkof anyone who could assist her youngreaders in making sense of all thewords contained in the letters? Andthat is how it came to pass, on thislast hour of the Friday before Christ-mas break commenced, that thirty-onewilling helpers from the eighth grade,waiting in the stairwell to Upstairs,where no kindergartners ever tread,suddenly materialized to read lettersfrom Santa out loud to a gaggle oftrue believers.In what could only be acknowl-

edged as a Genuine Christmas Miracle,each teenager also had two cups ofhot chocolate (with marshmallows!)and two gingerbread cookies thatneeded to be shared with someone.Did anybody in Mrs. Bigelow’s roomlike hot chocolate and gingerbreadcookies? They did. And Richard, the least likely prophetin my small mind, led them. Thereis no miracle God cannot work.

With memories of Operation Christ-mas Magic still fresh in their hearts,my new eighth-grade authors mean-dered further down Memory Lane,this time recalling their favorite booksfrom their first years in school.I had just been to an in-service

presentation about working with “dis-enchanted learners.” The speakerhad reminded me that dis-enchantedliterally means “away from the magic.”So, part of our charge as educatorsis to re-connect students with the stun-ning joy they once found in breakingopen stories and mastering newskills in the “classics” they had readages ago — as far back as six or sevenyears, or even longer.Robert, who couldn’t be bothered

to crack the spine of The Pearl in ourliterature class, was, I found out, thesame little boy who’d eagerly listenedto Ferdinand the Bull so many timesas a five-year-old that, I was told, longbefore he could read anything forhimself he knew when his tired dadtried to skip a word to hasten bed-time. He could love stories, just not theones I was foisting on him.Julianne kept earning zeroes from

me due to her inability to develop aretrievable homework filing system.But as a little girl she had spent hoursseeking and finding that guy in thehornrimmed glasses and red andwhite striped shirt, wearing out threedifferent volumes in the Where’s Waldo?series. She could focus. Just not onwhat I wanted her to.

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just changing a word here and there,but coming up with new (and mostlybetter) concepts. They checked outthesauruses, labored over their spellingand penmanship on this one (because,duh, of course elves would write intheir own hands and not leave sucha precious task to the cold imperson-ality of a computer).These were writers with an authen-

tic audience, and they did not wantto let their little buddies down. Rich-ard’s next stroke of genius was tospritz each paper with a misting tooland put them in the faculty loungefreezer until ice formed (which ofcourse it would on any letters freshfrom the North Pole).On the afternoon the letters were

to arrive at the kindergarten, Richardfirst took a string of jingle bells andmade some surreptitious passes bythe classroom, shaking the bells gentlyeach time. On his final lap, he knockedon Mrs. Bigelow’s door and turnedon the Full Richard Charm. He pre-sented Mrs. Bigelow with a big pileof frosty ice blue letters wrapped ina red satin bow with the tiniest of

Among the already-establishedfunds for University students whowant to be teachers are the ErnestHayes Scholarship (named for asweet professor) and the MargaretMary Galati Memorial Scholarship,started by lifelong teacher GeorgeGalati in memory of his beloveddaughter. There are about a thou-sand ways to help the Campaignshape and help young teachers,though; see rise.up.edu, or callDiane Dickey at 503.943.8130.

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Once upon a time, it seemed, everyone of my eighth graders couldn’tget enough of certain books. Finally,it dawned on me to quit fighting thisand use it.So I began encouraging my stu-

dents to talk about the stories that hadturned them from “decoders” into“readers.” As they talked with oneanother, they got increasingly investedin the idea of helping their newlyfound kindergarten buddies fall in lovewith reading. And I began to realizethat helping them do so might bringthem back to the magic of learningthey would need as they headed tohigh school and beyond.First, they decided, they would

like to read some of their own fa-vorite stories out loud for the littleones. Copies of Mike Mulligan’s SteamShovel, Where the Wild Things Are,and Madeline, their duct-taped bind-ings bearing witness to how well-loved they’d been, trickled in fromhomes to our classroom, and a dele-gation was formed to meet with Mrs.Bigelow to see if she could possiblyfind thirty minutes one day to let thebig kids pair up with the little onesto read aloud. The group finally prevailed on the

wise Mrs. Bigelow to find thirty pre-cious minutes a week for ReadingBuddies. That is how one morningher classroom on the first floor be-came a controlled riot of ganglytweens who had even thought tobring in cushy pillows and blankets,the better to make Reading Fortswith the buzzing kinders. The littleones could not believe that their he-roes from the mysterious world ofUpstairs were choosing to spendtime with them again.Mrs. Bigelow’s reading loft

groaned with all the pairs of studentswho wanted to curl up there for thisevent. She and I realized we wouldneed to rotate people in and out sothat they all got a chance in theprime reading real estate in theirworld. We loved the “problem” ofeighth graders arguing over the bestplace to share a great story. Thosewho didn’t make the initial loft cutwere undeterred and told theircharges they could make magic any-where: That was the glory of books.I had to marvel that these were

the same students who mumbledtheir way through verbal proficiencyexercises in my own reading class.But then, what did I know? I’m onlya teacher.Our first half hour evaporated,

and on the way Upstairs my kidsteemed with ideas. Next time justplain old reading out loud would not

be good enough; now they wouldcreate sound effects and special voic-es and bring the stories their Buddieshad told them they loved to uproari-ous life. And couldn’t they recordthem so that Mrs. Bigelow could usethem later at her listening stationsbecause wouldn’t it be a shame, MizEifler, to put in all this effort andhave it disappear like dry ice atroom temperature?Okay, I agreed with feigned reluc-

tance, but only on your own time...Yes, yes, they agreed too quickly.

At recess or after school when it’squiet in our room.It’ll take some technology I don’t

have in the room...We’ll bring all the equipment from

home! We’ll recruit our parents to help!That’s when I knew that we were

entering uncharted waters.

Maybe it’s the melamine trays andtiny milk cartons, but it’s weird. Oneminute I am briskly, confidently man-aging a herd of unruly eighth gradersdown the hall to the cafeteria forlunch, making sure there are at leasteight people between Richard and

Amanda, aiming a wickedly effectiveTeacher Look at Jesse so he doesn’teven think about tormenting Jessica,and making sure Julianne, our newgirl, has someone to sit with. The nextminute, however, the crushable highschool sophomore I once was, whosomehow still lives within me, quakesat facing the tables of my teachingcolleagues wolfing down their lunchesin the twelve minutes they have untilrecess duty. They’re all such nicepeople and have proven that to metime and again.Heck, I’m a nice person too. But

there’s something about carrying a foodtray and hoping to be invited for aplace at table that brings roaring backto life an insecurity in me that shouldhave faded away a long time ago.But here’s another weird thing. At

other times, a similarly unexpectedflash of sensation brings back for aglimmer of a visit an earlier versionof me that I’ve really missed. Likewhen I’m directing the students onthe Social Committee to hold the cupssideways when they pour the rootbeers out for the class party and myGrandpa Quinn, buried these pastforty years, taps me on the shoulderand says, “That’s my girl; just like Itold you.” Suddenly I am my five-year-old self again as Grandpa shows mehow to keep his Miller’s beer fromfoaming over by tilting the glass as wepour. Or a cursive “g” comes out es-pecially lovely as I am writing out theday’s homework tasks on the boardand Sister Mary Therese Anne nodsher approval at the ascenders anddescenders she labored to help all fifty(fifty!) second graders in her caremaster during our Palmer Methodhandwriting lessons each afternoon atSt. Joan of Arc School. Or putting downmy Agatha Christie mystery on ablissfully booky rainy Saturday andmomentarily feeling the room gracedby Sister Mary Reynette, who helpedme and forty-nine (forty-nine!) otherfirst graders crack the code that turnedsquiggles into letters and letters intowords. Or I am shaking hands witheach of my students as they leave forthe day, making sure that they haveeach heard themselves called by nameand acknowledged by an adult, andfor a moment my dear friend Tom isthere on my shoulder, for it was hisexample of gentle courtliness that in-spired this daily ritual.I love that even though my students

will never know Grandpa or the goodSisters, they can feel their influencethrough the best of my actions as Ichannel what I learned from them andsavor their occasional drive-bys intomy consciousness.I had a student once named Jaime

who started wearing dress shoes toschool each day, the kind with heelsthat clicked loudly every time hewalked even the shortest of distanceson our school’s linoleum floors. Andwith the new shoes came increasingtrips out of his desk: to sharpen hispencil (click, click), get his friendstissues (click, click), wander aroundlooking at the walls (click, click), orask if I needed anything taken to theoffice (about two hundred yards, round-trip, of really loud clicking). Jaimeespecially loved his trips alone downthe school corridor, for the echo hisshoes could produce in all that emptyspace. The rest of us did not see itthat way, and it was not too long beforeJaime’s clicking made it hard for usto concentrate. It was time for a chat.

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“Yes, I know these shoes make noise,Miz Eifler,” he said. “That’s why Ibought them. On Saturdays when Iwas a real little boy, my father wouldtake my mom for dinner and some-times dancing. He would get all dressedup and put on his special ‘going outshoes’ and sometimes they woulddance down our hallway and into theliving room and his shoes clicked allthe way on the hardwood floors. Heand my mom looked so beautiful to-gether as they swirled and clicked. Iwas four when Papa died of a heartattack. It’s just my mom and my threebrothers and me in the house nowand nobody dances anymore. But whenI wear these shoes, and they click,click, click down the hallway like hisdid, I always think of my father andhe is here with me for a while, eventhough I can barely remember whathe looked like.”Dear God. Another teacher learning

moment. Thank you, Jaime, for let-ting me know the communion of saintsisn’t just words in the last line of ourcreed but a lived reality. Those weloved and who loved us back returnconstantly to tap us on the shoulderand remind us we’ve got people inour corner. Yes, we do.

How grand to be able to witnessgrandeur that is always harboring inthe cells of our students; I think ofMargaret, who exemplified all the“gray children” who slip unheraldedthrough classrooms. She never madetrouble. She completed her work, butin unremarkable style. I don’t remem-ber her asking questions or raisingher hand to offer anything. Until oneday, when Margaret dazzled.As the eighth graders filed in for

math, there was an uneasy cracklingof energy climaxing with two girlsbrawling. Juanita was one of them.Her opponent — and best friend—Teresa, ran out of the room sobbingfuriously as Juanita retreated to herdesk and collapsed.Max related what had happened

near the end of their previous class:Teresa had passed out notes to severalpeople, taunting them to go back toUganda...or China...or whatever coun-try their parents had come from. WhenJuanita received hers, telling her togo back to Mexico, something hadsnapped and she had attacked Teresain the hallway between periods. Noone had a clue what had provokedthe notes, but everyone seethed. Theprincipal, Miss Wood, strode into theroom, announcing that the two girlswould be suspended for the rest ofthe week. They both gathered theirthings in sullen silence and left with-

out a word. Miss Wood expected meto deal with the complicity of the en-tire class in the fighting.As the class speculated about why

Teresa had passed out the notes andwhy Juanita had reacted so violently,mousy little Margaret quietly offeredthe class her own thoughts. She hadnoticed a lot of bruises on both Juan-ita’s and Teresa’s arms and legs inthe past few weeks. Maybe one orboth of them were being physicallyabused at home.“When you are being hit by the

people who are supposed to take careof you,” Margaret murmured, “youfeel like lashing out at someone else.I know, because that is how it wasfor me a few years ago until my mom

made my dad move out. I think Teresaand Juanita must be in a lot of painto be taking it out on each other andthe rest of us so badly. I think whenthey come back from suspension weshould try to make them feel as safeand loved as we can at school, becauseit might be scary as hell for them athome. I know it was for me.”Every single person in the class

could all hear the clock tick in the si-lence that met this searing, braveconfession. Finally Derrick suggesteda “Welcome Back” party for Juanita’sand Teresa’s return from suspensionthe next week. Assignments for foodand drink were quickly negotiated.The two girls returned to class the

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downcast eyes telling us they expecteda rocky re-entry. When they saw the“We Love You” banner and the treatsgradually appearing, however, theyboth loosened up. Quiet, brave Mar-garet enveloped each of them in ahug, which they received haltingly atfirst and then collapsed into withclear relief.The celebration that our class en-

joyed that hour was not the usualeighth-grade raucous, but gentle andheartfelt. Jesus was on to somethingwhen he used the startling presenttense in each of his beatitudes. “Blessedare those who mourn...” Right now,in the heart of our fragility.

Chris was definitely high energy,innnnteresting, and had his own wayof doing things. He had a restless,seeking mind that devoured books,footnotes, and even nutrition labelson cereal boxes. Chris understood in-stinctively that the syllogisms andlogic exercises he worked on in hisgeometry class made him write moreeffective expository essays in myEnglish class. He correctly worked“adumbrate” into a casual class conver-sation one day. I know this, becauseI immediately looked the word up.Chris was the kind of pistol who wasusually assigned a position in the faroutfield during phys ed class to ac-commodate his endless reveries. Hewas so voraciously inquisitive that, ifwe stumbled across something newor unknown to him, he’d immediatelylook it up — not just the meaning ofwhatever it was but the history, currentstatus, and future implications of theentire subject.We teachers say we treasure curios-

ity, and most of the time I think wemean it. But it can be hard on our egoto have a student know bookloadsof facts beyond the day’s lesson plans.I have to confess — to you, my broth-ers and sisters — that there were daysI found myself hoping Chris camedown with chicken pox or some such.Nothing serious or health threatening,mind you, just enough to keep himout of school for a few days while Icaught my breath. But Chris, of course,had perfect attendance.All this ran through my mind in a

few microseconds of neuroprocessingwhen I literally ran into Chris’ momin the school office one afternoon. Iwas so deep in my own thoughts thatI greeted her with the lamest of allteacher greetings: “Oh, you’re Chris’mom, aren’t you?”The mother’s look was so appre-

hensive that I feared I had dislocatedher shoulder or crushed her foot inour collision. “Oh no,” she groaned,

“what has he done this time?”For just as speedily as I could list

all the ways Chris wore me out, itturns out his mom could recollect thedozens of parent-teacher conferencesgone badly over the years, all the timesteachers had launched into a list ofwhat was wrong with her precociousson. And this is how I know there isa Holy Spirit who breathes life andlove and wisdom into us teachers, justwhen we need it. I looked Chris’ momin those desperate eyes of hers andheard these true words come out of mymouth: “You are raising a young manwith an amazing mind that astonishesme every day with its agility andboundless energy. And you must havedone something we should all bottleand drink greedily from in the wayyou taught him to revere learning andbooks and never to settle for easyanswers. What a gift you are sharingwith the world.”To this the mother answered in a

whisper, “Thank you so much, MissEifler. Do you know that this is the firsttime in ten years of schooling that ateacher ever started a conversation bytelling me something nice about myson? I am never going to forget this.Thank you.” And then she gave me aMama Bear hug that squeezed foreverinto me this message: Every studentin my classroom, even the “pistols,” issomeone’s cherished son or daughter.

Thirteen-year-old girls swampled ingraduation gowns and teetering ontheir first high heels down the aisleof a cafegymatorium are so beautiful.So are their male classmates, flauntingtheir gaudy first ties and nursingblisters in dress shoes encasing feetthat have mostly only known sneakers.What makes our students especiallylovely is the look on each face as theysearch the audience for the dearestfaces in their worlds — those of theirparents, grandparents, and siblings— faces that, for the moment and forthe same reason, are just as beautifulas theirs. If someone could bottle purein-spite-of-everythingfamilial-love,they would have the best cosmeticever invented.It’s no wonder, then, that “Pomp and

Circumstance” is the soundtrack forso many commercials aimed right atour hearts. There is something aboutgraduation ceremonies, even in eighthgrade, that can crack open the stoniestteacher heart and keep an exhaustedteacher signing on for another year.Here is why I think we all go throughso many tissues each June.Every parent falls in love with an

infant and then has to say goodbyeto that infant in order to fall in love

with a one-year-old, only to have thatbaby turn into a two-year-old, whogives way to a three-year-old, and soon and so forth. The same thing hap-pens with teachers.At the end of every school year,

and especially at the end of the “big”years, like the first and third andfifth and eighth and twelfth and six-teenth — every teacher dies a little.We have to “let the dead bury the dead”and fall in love again with a wholenew group of children. Luckily, weare able to do so, but there are anawful lot of goodbyes that have to takeplace first.Whether we teach elementary

school or middle school or high schoolor college, it doesn’t really matter —we have to say goodbye to that chubbylittle guy we grew to love or that awk-ward, dreamy little girl who alwaysmade us smile or the gangly kid whojust barely passed our class.All of these students leave, although

if we are lucky we will catch glimpsesof them throughout their lives. Buttheir exasperating, captivating, hilari-ous, fragile, resilient thirteen-year-oldselves are gone forever. So whenthey leave us, although we know wewill fall in love with the next group,first we must brace for the sorrow ofanother necessary goodbye to thoseprecious persons we had only recent-ly (and in some cases only finally)begun figuring out.That might explain the many lumps

surprising our collective throats andthe slight tingling on the corners ofso many of our eyes at the end of eachschool year, which we never wouldhave expected because we have beenwaiting for months for this particularclass to graduate so we can shaketheir dust from our sandals.It’s not hard to understand why

many female veterans of annual grad-uations know not to wear mascara(it will run) and remember to stockup on Kleenex before the processionbegins. Graduation ceremonies affordus all a chance to stop what we aredoing, treasure precious memories,mourn a real loss, and prepare to fallin love with a brand new group ofyoung people we didn’t think we hadroom for in our hearts.But we do. n

Karen Eifler is a professor of educationon The Bluff, and the Carnegie Founda-tion’s Oregon Professor of the Year in2006. This essay is drawn from her newbook of essays, A Month of Mondays:Spiritual Lessons from the CatholicClassroom (ACTA Publications, Chi-cago). Our thanks to Karen and to herpublisher Greg Pierce.

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AUTUMNInPARISThe peripatetic young alumnusBrad Myers ’03, already a veteranof El Camino de Santiago, theseveral-hundred-mile pilgrimagethrough northern Spain calledthe Way of Saint James, recentlyspent some months living notonly in Paris but actually in thelegendary Shakespeare and Com-pany bookstore in that ancientcity; here are some notes andimages from those unusual days.

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In 1951 a man named George Whitmanopened a bookstore in Paris, and withthe blessing of Sylvia Beach, he namedit after her famous Shakespeare andCompany bookshop. Today George is97 and lives upstairs above the books.His vibrant daughter Sylvia runs theshop, and it is Sylvia who says yes,I can be one of the five residents inthe store for a while. We five helpopen the shop at ten in the morn-ing, close it at eleven, and work twohours a day shelving books and help-ing customers lost in the vast andconfusing wilderness of shelves.

I wake up every morning and seeNotre Dame from my window.The weather is increasingly gray.I discover the joy of roasted chest-nuts in the Jardin du Luxembourg,fresh hot crepes cooking on burn-ers along Boulevard Saint Michel.So many tiny hidden streets. I passthe plaque where Hemingway pound-ed away at his books. The feelingof books in my hands every day, theirsmell, their heft. Never have I felt sopoorly read. Free public showers.

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There is no space to call your own at the bookstore.You collect your things and shove them in an oldwater closet for the day. No place to relax in peace.It’s friendly and warm there but always populated.One day I fall asleep on a bench near Notre Dame,in the last of the autumn sun shining through gapsbetween the elms. But my trusted place of solaceis the house of the Lord. There is a small churchnear the bookstore where I can sit in the backand lean forward and start to pray and then fallasleep, just as I did in the library in college.

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The real beauty of my story is thatI don’t know what chapter I am on in the novel that surrounds me.

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Hemingway to his friend A.E. Hotchner:“If you are lucky enough to have livedin Paris as a young man, then whereveryou go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast...”

Want to help the Rise Campaignsend our students to be illuminatedand epiphanized and graced andawakened in Paris (and nearly thirtyother countries)? Call Diane Dickey,503.943.8130, [email protected].

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Reconciliation, reverence,salvation: a note.By Barry Lopez

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Who can say how the break be-tween nature and cultural man cameabout? Or when. Historians of theWest might trace it back to the rise ofagriculture among early Sumerians,seven thousand years ago, in theTigris-Euphrates valley. Anthro polo -gists tell us, though, that the breachis no neat rift, that it has no singlecause; central to the separation, how-ever, wherever and whenever it occurs,is a shift in humanity’s attitude towardits place. When one’s home land-scape — its animals, waters, plants,and earths — comes to be regardedas a servant, a producer of wealth andsurfeit, the divide has opened. Whenthe man who once plucked a fewwild berries while traveling across alandscape he belonged to, a specificplace which occupied the heart ofhis daily prayer, evolves into a strate-gist for profit, the split has occurred.

In essence, one’s home land, onceincluded like a member of a familyin the reciprocities of life, has becomea thing, an object no longer part ofthe owner’s moral universe. Once apart of the face of God, it is now chattel.

These breaks, of course, occurredlong ago in the West. In corners ofAustralia and Brazil, however, inGreenland, Mongolia, and other abo-riginum refugia,we believe the mutualobligations and courtesies that his-torically obtained in the human rela-tionship with place have not beencompletely abrogated. We imagine wecan still inquire hopefully here aboutour prospects.

Time is short, though. If there iswisdom to serve the billions of us inSydney, Buenos Aires, Mumbai, andLos Angeles, if the outline of a differ-ent moral practice is to be had by lis-tening to Navajo, Pitjantjatjara, Hadza,or Inuit tradition keepers, we needto be at it quickly.

In the meantime, we find ourselvesin the Visa, CNN, AK-47 present,slightly alarmed by the weather, won-dering how to ensure that the last fewbuttons of undisturbed land remainfree of their putative new owners’social and economic scheming. Wemust somehow counter the en-trenched philosophy of the contem-porary investor (corporate, individual,or governmental): the belief thatevery parcel of land must pay its way.If it cannot provide something mar-ketable, they say, what’s to be gainedby keeping it inviolate? If it can’t serve,why care for it?

Land as serf. In the nineteenth-century New World terms, the landas Negro.

In the long line of emancipations thathave unfolded in the West since theEnlightenment — the abolition ofslavery; one man/one woman, onevote; independence thrown up in theface of colonialism — environmen-talism has emerged as a movementfor the emancipation of land. Wildland — “nature without an audience,”as the writer Jay Griffiths calls it —is without equal as a symbol of un-hindered life. Those who seek its man-umission are the same women andmen who once drafted the most elo-quent of arguments against slavery,colonial subjugation, and corporateexploitation and thievery.

Global climate change is the greatleveler in the environmental debate.Leaving our own fate out of it for themoment, it is now instructive towonder how wild land will respond.Beautifully, one has to think. Adapta -tion is its history, its legacy. No matterthe stress — bolide impact, monocul-tured forests, rerouted rivers — adap-tation is its eternal answer. Wild landexists without regret, has no plan forimprovement, no goal outside its ownintegrity. It is attractive to us partlybecause it has no defense against thelaceration of road building, the pene-tration of mines, the scarifying ofmachinery. It is also attractive to us,strangely, because we intuit wildland is apt to meet global climatechange with more equanimity thanour labyrinthine cities, our drought-stricken fields.

Wild lands, or course, can givesome empire builders pause. If he orshe sees fresh land as more than awarehouse of goods or a mean wallbetween himself and other riches,the pause will do us all good. Wilder-ness is a warning to those who dreamof controlling nature: short-term tri-umphs — bumper crops, fire suppres-sions, brimming reservoirs — are nomore than that. Good in the shortterm only. Further, untrampled land,its innate worth defended by conser-vationists, offers yet another sort ofwarning to the would-be plunderer:when strongly tempted by the prom-ise of profit, some people will stillchoose to hold such ground for thenext generation.

If the question remains why preservethese areas?, the answer can’t anylonger be for tourism or the promiseof new medicines, or for the sake ofscientific discoveries, or even to pre-serve minerals or timber for future

use. Not if we have in mind the senseof integrity we claim the work ofconservation implies. It has to be foremancipation. It has to be becauseevery pleader for preservation knowssomewhere deep in his or her psy-che that the effort to protect undis-turbed lands is an effort to break thestranglehold industrial man has puton the Earth. It is an effort to reducethe reach of corporate muscle, aneffort to staunch the bleeding of thebrutalized oceans and their continents.It’s a plea to reconcile. It’s a call forprinciples that take us beyond theadolescent urge to plunder, to over-power, to win. In defending wild lands,we reclaim our dignity.

The real work of preservation, then,is our own salvation. It is not to savenature. Nature will save itself, nomatter what climatic or nuclear hellwe plunge ourselves into.

One spring I took the Indian PacificRailroad across Australia, from Sydneyto Perth. Most of the way I was ableto ride in the locomotive’s cab withthe engineers, and so take in the fullsweep of the countryside. Crossingthe Nullarbor Plain one morning weran into a violent storm, sheets ofrain so dense there was no view for-ward through the windscreen andbut pale views to either side. I reveledin the fury and insouciance of thestorm. And then it was gone. Aheadand to the south the span of a doublerainbow materialized in the mist, anentity the breadth of Perth itself. Theionized air tore through open win-dows on either side of us. Neitherthe engineers nor I spoke a word. Wenodded confidently to one another.Yes, we were in it now, an apparitionof the wild that lay outside any humancontrol or language. To the north,kangaroos bounded as if in fright orglee, radiating across the Nullarborin streaks, and the three of us in thecab knew we could sail on like thisfor days, with no thought of sleep ornourishment. We were feeding onthe food of our ancestors, those whohad not abandoned nature in orderto discover man but who had gonedeep into nature to discover the Edenof which man is a part.

We felt emancipated. n

Barry Lopez, who received an honorarydoctorate from the University in 1994for the passion and vision of his work,is the author of many books, among themThe Rediscovery of North AmericaandWinter Count. He has often writtenof courage and reverence in these pagesand we are honored to publish the lad.

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Why is that?Because, as you know and I know,

they are really and truly, no exagger-ation and hyperbole whatsoever, TheFuture of the Planet.

Because soon enough we will be intheir grubby gentle hands and theywill be making all the crucial decisionsabout clean water and wars and healthcare for decrepit ancient gaggles of Us.

Because we swore and vowed toevery god we ever imagined or invent-ed or dimly sensed that we wouldcare for them with every iota of ourenergy when they came to us mirac-ulously from the sea of the stars.

Because they are the very definitionof innocent, and every single blowand shout and shiver of fear that rainsdown upon them is utterly undeservedand unfair and unwarranted.

Because we used to be them, and weremember, dimly, what it was like tobe small and frightened and confused.

We say one thing about childrenas a nation and a people and a speciesand we do another. We say they are theholy heart of our society and cultureand we lie. We say the words familyvalues like a cool slogan on a warmflag that wraps protectively aroundthe smallest and newest of us but welet them starve and wither and beraped and live in the snarling streets.

Why is that?

Because even the best of us, themothers and fathers and teachers andnurses and doctors and counselorsand nuns and coaches and other sweetpatient souls who listen to childrenwith their all their open hearts, cannothope to reach more than a few ofthem, and so many of them go un-heard, unwitnessed, unmoored, un-mourned.

What could we possibly do worsethan that?

Because even the most cynicaland weary of us in our iciest darkestmoments has to laugh when we seea cheerful toddler trying to cram apeach up his nose, or an infant chat-ting amiably with a dog, or a tiny kidleaping over a tiny wave at the beachand being pretty proud that sheshowed that old ocean who was boss,yes she did!

Because if we are any shard orshred of the people we want to be asAmericans and human beings wehave got to take care of them beforewe do anything else at all, we haveto coddle and teach them, and feed andclothe them, and nurse and doctorthem, and house and hold them, andbe patient as they thrash toward whothey might be if they get enough lightand water and song, even if, as theystumble through their teenage con-struction zones, they thrash mostly

against those who love them most.But you know and I know that for

every two we raise decently, anotheris lost, that in Oregon alone there arethousands of them who did not eattoday, who cannot go to the doctor,who have no bedroom, who hear noparent moaning about the dishes orgrowling about homework, who haveno glimmering hopes, who have nogleaming dreams, and we sit in ouroffices and dens and legislative cham-bers and dicker and debate and issueproclamations and promises andmeanwhile they starve and witherand are raped and live in the streets.

I know how incredibly hard mostof us work on behalf of every kid weknow. I know more brave and wearypeople breaking their backs for kidsthan I can count. But there are a lotof kids we don’t know, lost kids, scaredkids, kids who are headed to an oceanof blood and despair. How can wecatch them on the beach? How canwe bend the bruised and blessed worldand save them? Because they’re allour kids. And all they want, all theyever wanted, is us. n

Brian Doyle is the editor of this maga-zine. To make a Rise Campaign gift ofany size to help the University’s hun-dred efforts to help and heal kids, seerise.up.edu.

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Women all over Nile Provincewanted sewing machines. Only menhad sewing machines in the old Sudan.In the new Sudan it was going to bedifferent. I was the new women’s de-velopment advisor so I was the sourceof sewing machines. Or sugar, tealeaves, thermoses, and cups, so theycould run tea shops on market days.Never mind that they didn’t have fab-ric for sewing machines, or that tealeaves and sugar had to be flown in oncharters at three thousand dollars aflight, or that all these women had waswhat grew out of the ground, mostlythe sorghum they ate year round ifwarlords didn’t burn it in scorched-earth fighting.

But that’s what the women wanted,sewing machines, so when Sudanesepastors chartered a flight to Waat Itold them to throw on a couple of sew-ing machines and I’d go along. Twoweeks on the ground, my first trip incountry.

Men filled the C-47 cargo planewith bundles of blankets and usedclothing. Fighting had broken out be-tween Dinkas and Nuers on eitherside of Waat over a year before, andno one who couldn’t walk there hadbeen to Waat since. Refugees said thevillage was destroyed. The pastorswanted to help the people of Waat re-build their church, and to pay for polesand thatch and labor with what peo-ple needed most: clothes and blankets.

Now, on a hot afternoon, sunlightblazed between gaps in the walls ofa meeting room the size of a closet.The oldest deaconess leaned forward,

WHATSHEWANTEDA sacrament inthe dust.By Caroline Kurtz

resting her hand on my knee. Herhair was gray and wrinkles channeleddown to her lips. She was probablyabout forty-five, like me, but she hadcarried water on her head since shewas four years old. She has spent dec-ades hoeing sorghum with fire-hard-ened sticks, harvesting it by hand andgrinding it between two rocks. Herbody was worn out. Four other Sudan-ese women sat with us in a smallsweaty circle on the floor. Guy Lual, theonly man, sat beside me to translate.

“We hear you are a teacher,” thedeaconess said. “Stay here and teachus to read.”

I thought I was just bringing themwhat they wanted, sewing machines.It took me a long time to answer.

Men had unloaded the sewing ma-chines from the plane when we landedon the dry grass in Waat, and theyhad ducked with the machines, bris-tling with jute tied every-which-way tohold the cardboard packaging, throughthe door of a storage hut next to thecharred half-walls of what was thechurch. I never saw the sewing ma-chines again.

This meeting room, where we hadofficially given and received the van-ished sewing machines, was a lean-tomade of sorghum stalks pushed intothe dry soil and bound together withstrips of bark. Beside me, a youngmother shifted her squirming babyand pulled her breast out the top ofher blouse to nurse. We sat, as we always did in chairless Waat, on theground, with nothing to rest against.And we sat like polite Sudanese wo-men sit, with our legs straight out infront. The backs of my knees burned.

“Stay with us,” the deaconess said.I shifted, trying to get comfortable.

The two sewing machines werean embarrassing gift, now that I sawfor myself how people lived, but thedeaconess had graciously bowed asI gave her the packet standing in forthe machines: scissors, brown paperfor patterns, thread, pins, bobbins.

“We want to make school uniforms,because our boys will go to schoolnaked,” Guy Lual had translated. “Girlswill stay home.”

Dust had left ashy gray splotcheson the women’s ankles and callousedbare feet. “Maybe the United Nationswill donate fabric,” said a pregnantwoman, her belly pulling tight the pinknylon nightgown she wore as a dress.“Maybe the UN will buy the uniformsback from us and we can help the poorwomen. Women whose men are lost.”

“Teach us English,” said the dea-coness.

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taught me how to say no in Nuer:caing bin nhok, it wouldn’t please me.

Everywhere I went in Waat, peopledemanded my pen, my notebook, myclothes, my shoes, my tent. And hon-estly, it would not have pleased me togive away my second-hand silk blous-es, fading on the shoulders in tropicalsunlight like a dusting of powderedsugar, or my Indian skirt with the busypattern that didn’t show dirt. I neededthem when I traveled so I’d haveroom in my duffle bag for a tent, sleep-ing mat, and flannel sheet. It wouldnot have pleased me to be left, as theSudanese are, with nothing for writing.I wanted notes and vocabulary lists.I also wanted to be the kind of person-al hero who would be pleased to settledown in one small village and do oneconcrete thing to make a few peoplesuffer less. But really, it would notplease me to stay in Waat. And if I livedin Waat, every night I would lie awakeand stare at the darkness gatheredin the conical top of my thatched tukel,worrying about all the other womenin all the other villages in all thosevast plains. Teaching in Waat wouldn’tbe enough.

In Africa it’s never enough. To workthere we have to find ways to survivedespair. When I was a child in Ethi-opia, missionaries had started a lepro-sarium. They treated active cases andtaught people handiwork skills. Theybuilt housing, but they couldn’t buildenough for all the lepers.

All I wanted at that moment in thesorghum lean-to in Sudan, the best Icould hope for, was some way to getrid of my guilt with I’m sorry. Guy Lualhad taught me that in Nuer it had tobe in my tone of voice.

“I have spoken to teacher Nyang,”I said. I stroked the mat I was sittingon, a gray food bag from some famineaid drop. “He knows a literacy teacher.I will send materials.” It was a lameoffer. Maybe I’m sorry was in the wayI winced when I said it.

The deaconess pounded on herknee.

“When I was a girl my brotherswent to school,” she said. “My fathersaid why does a girl need education?After my husband paid the bride priceI bore him three daughters and twosons. Now I know that my father waswrong. I would give up everythingfor an education.”

Guy Lual covered a smile with fourfingers. The lean-to rustled as all thewomen, including me, shifted, takingin such an outburst. A Nuer womandoesn’t have anything to give up. She’sa beast of burden who farms andcooks and bears children, daughtersto bring her husband cattle wealth and

sons to bring him immortality. Byage eight Nuer boys can chant theirfather’s names back fifteen generations,because a man lives on as long assomeone remembers his name. So whowas she kidding?

“I would give up my husband, Iwould give up my children, to learnEnglish,” she said.

Beside the deaconess a young wo-man in a plaid blouse and floral skirtfell over sideways, giggling. The dea-coness just looked at me, her facecrinkled around her eyes.

“When peace comes,” I said. Whenpeace comes there would be currencyin south Sudan again. There wouldbe trade. Fabric. Tea leaves. Sewingmachines. Schools. I cleared my throat,but it was closing. I could barelywhisper. “When peace comes, evenold women will learn English.”Everyone clicked agreement in thebacks of their throats. When peacecomes. A puff of hot air blew dustthrough the wall. n

Caroline Kurtz, raised in Ethiopia bymissionary parents, returned there in1989 with her husband and children toteach English. They then worked in theSudan for years before returning to Ore-gon where she is a writer and teacherin Salem.

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Among the Rise Campaign’s targetsfor the University’s efforts in Africa:n The Moreau Center’s new EastAfrica internship (two students fornine weeks in Kenya, studyingeconomics and culture);n The Congregation of Holy Crossmission centers in Uganda, Kenya,Tanzania, and Ghana, where ourstudents volunteer;n Student research funds like theone that helped archeologist KendraChritz ’09 earn a National ScienceFoundation fellowship to Kenya;n Volunteer work support like thatwhich helped nurse Jen Kuker ’06join the Peace Corps in Zambia.Kuker is one of 20 alumni in thePeace Corps today; the Universityis fourth nationally in producingCorps volunteers.

To make a gift: rise.up.edu, orcall Diane Dickey, 503.943.8130,[email protected].

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The first rosary I lost was my all-timefavorite. I bought it in the gift shopof St. Francis Cathedral in Santa Fe.It was a simple affair of polished, olivewood beads strung along a snippet ofbrown yarn. I admired it from timeto time, but mostly it sat untouchedin my dresser. One day I realized Ithought a lot about prayer but almostnever prayed. I stuffed the rosary inmy pocket as a tangible reminder totry harder, and suddenly it went every-where with me — along New YorkCity streets, on a plane to Singapore,to the grocery store down the street.Then came the dreary October night

when I knew this experiment wasreally working. Back at the airport aftera trip, I got into my car and startedhome. The trip should have taken justan hour. Thanks to a massive trafficjam, it took four.I did many things as I inched along

through that foul night. I got lost look-ing for a short cut. I cursed my luck.I punched the steering wheel. I wasscreamed at by a cop directing trafficin the middle of the road. I fiddledwith the radio. I searched in vain forsomething to read. It was only thenthat I remembered.I reached deep into my pants pock-

et and dredged out my tangled rosary.It had been there the whole trip, butit was like I was seeing it for the firsttime in the glare of the oncomingheadlights. Here, finally, was somethingto do, something I hadn’t done in along time. With one hand on the steer-ing wheel and the other on the beads,I crawled on through the dark countingoff Hail Marys one by one.

That rosary was a good friend, but itlived dangerously. Every time I reachedinto my pocket or leaned back in achair or hung up my pants, it couldcome tumbling out. Once I found iton the floor of my office, another timein a twisted heap in my neighbor’syard. Eventually, of course, I lost therosary for good. I have no idea whereexcept that it was someplace in mytown of 225,000 people — most of themBaptists, Methodists, or otherwisenon-Catholic.I called on my back-up rosary. It

was a considerably less attractive pieceof black plastic beads and chintzymetal, so I wasn’t disappointed whenI lost that one, too. My supply nowdepleted, I visited a Catholic gift shopwhere I bought another cheap plasticrosary for ten bucks and a more artistic,hand-carved one from Italy for $18.95.It only took me a week to lose the

cheap one. And the spiffier, Italianversion proved awkward from the start.It was oversized and constantly loop-ing into complicated knots. It wasn’t

long before I jammed my keys into mypocket and severed the crucifix fromthe rest of the rosary. I wound up car-rying the crucifix around by itself untilI lost that, too.I’ve stopped counting how many

rosaries I’ve squandered by now, andI take a certain pride in this reckless-ness. Here in North Carolina, justfour percent of the state’s populationis Catholic. So it’s a near certaintythat those who find my lost rosariesare of another faith, or none at all.Do they leave my beads alone or kickthem to the curb? Do they toss themin the trash or pick them up and takethem home?I fancy myself an accidental mis-

sionary of sorts, a sower of beads in theBible Belt. The rosaries I spread acrossthe landscape hint of a strange faithin these parts and of the bumpy natureof my own journey. No matter howmany graces I’m shown moment tomoment, I’m fully capable of losingthem moment to moment as well. St.Therese of Lisieux said she couldn’trecall ever going more than a fewminutes without thinking of God. Iwish I could say the same. The truthis I’m more like the twelve disciples,stumbling through my days withrare moments of insight but mostlyjust oblivious.I used to wonder how Jesus could

have charged a group of guys so thor-oughly distracted and uncomprehend-ing with carrying on his work. Still,after he was gone, the disciples wan-dered from village to village, cradlingtheir fragile faith, preaching it andpracticing it and seeing it bloom some-how in the dust and the heat. I didn’tthink of them as I sat in my car in thecold rain that October night and rolledthe wooden rosary beads between myfingers, but I do now. I think of themmore and more as brothers, calling usto discover God the way they did, may-be the only way we can, finding himand losing him and finding him again.When the call came one winter

afternoon that my father-in-law wasdying, I rushed my wife to the airport.She was seven months pregnant,tired and rattled. In the parking lot,I fished a rosary out of my pants.“Do you want this?” I asked. She tookit and pocketed it in her jeans. Shemade it to her father’s bedside in themiddle of the night and within hourshe was gone, his courageous two-yearbattle with cancer finally over. Whenshe arrived home, she asked if Iwanted the rosary back. But I knewI’d lost that one, too. n

Stephen Martin has written for America,Commonweal, and washingtonpost.com.He lives in Greensboro, North Carolina.

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JUNE 23-26, 2011Reunion is the largest alumnievent of the year, annuallydrawing over a thousandalumni and friends back tocampus for a weekend of re-connection and reminiscing.This year, we celebrate 100years of life on The Bluff,highlighting the founding ofChristie Hall in 1911, as wellas the milestone classes of1961 (50 years) and 1986 (25years). With more than 40 eventsspread over four days, there’ssomething for everyone atReunion 2011. For more infor-mation or to register onlinevisit us on the web at alum-ni.up.edu/reunion. n Thursday, June 23: Farm to Fork Dinner Enjoya gourmet multi-course din-ner composed of the freshestlocal fruits, vegetables, fish,meats, wines, and beverages.Throughout the meal BonAppétit's culinary wizards willprepare and describe eachcourse in full view of thecrowd, paired with specially-chosen wines. Reserve yourseat for this delicious feast onthe Bluff. n Friday, June 24:National Alumni BoardGolf Tournament This year’stournament reconvenes atPumpkin Ridge Golf Club,ranked by Golf Digest as one ofthe Top 100 places to play golf.Registration cost includesgreen fees, golf cart, continen-tal breakfast, tee prizes, indi-vidual and team awards, buf-fet lunch, and a donation tothe NAB student scholarship.Lewis & Clark Trail BusTour In the winter of 1805-06,Lewis and Clark spent a blus-tery three months near pres-ent-day Astoria, making saltand trading with the Clatsoptribe. Join history professorMark Eifler on a much morecomfortable trip as he gives in-sight into the international im-portance of the Corps ofDiscovery. Lunch will be a la

carte at the Rogue Pub on theColumbia River. Purple Flamingo HappyHour Reconnect with class-mates and friends and get achance to chat with the coach-es as you enjoy the atmos-phere of the Purple FlamingoHappy Hour in the newly- renovated Bauccio Commons.Settle down on a couch in acozy conversation corner andcatch up. Enjoy the delicioushors d’oeuvres and grab aquenching adult beveragefrom the Purple Flamingo Bar.You can even kick back andsavor a cigar outside on theedge of The Bluff. Meet the Coaches SeveralPortland Pilots coaches willjoin us for the Purple FlamingoHappy Hour. As a special wel-come, this will be your firstchance to meet Bill Zack, thehead coach of the brand-newPilot Women's rowing team.Christie PubHomegrown tal-ent has always been the hall-mark of Christie Pub, whereresidents have entertained thecasual crowd over a pint ofroot beer. Recapture the spiritof your late-night college daysas we invite alumni to play,sing, or entertain, in their ownunique fashion, in the PilotHouse. Interesting performersshould contact the alumni of-fice by June 17 to get on theplay list. n Saturday, June 25:Farmer’s Market Field TripEnjoy an outing to theHollywood Farmers' Marketwith Bon Appetit generalmanager Kirk Mustain. Learnhow to select the freshestfruits and veggies and finestcheeses that will later beserved as part of the dinnermenu. Alumni Nature Walk inForest Park Join Rob Conner'86, cross country coach andlocal trail guide, for a leisurelystroll along Leif EricksonDrive in Forest Park.Silver and Gold Mass Allalumni are invited to Mass inthe Chapel of Christ theTeacher. This Mass celebratesthe important 50-year and 25-year milestones for the classesof 1961 and 1986. Mass beginsat 11 a.m. Christie Hall Lunch In 1911,Christie Hall opened as thefirst residence hall on TheBluff, establishing a campuslife tradition that now extends

to 10 residence halls housingover 1,750 students. FormerChristie Hall Gentlemen andtheir families are invited to aninformal lunch on the quad infront of the building beginningat noon.50-Year Club LuncheonAlumni from the class of 1961and earlier are invited to dinein the Bauccio CommonsBoard Room following Mass. A brief ceremony welcomesnew members and presentsthem with a special pin. 50-Year Club members fromyears past who were not pres-ent to receive their pins arealso honored. Spouses andguests are encouraged to at-tend. Luncheon begins atnoon. Alumni Bike Tour Join avidcyclists Mark Hansen ’82 andNAB Representative JaymeFisher ’90 for a two-wheeledtour of North Portland and en-virons. A short tour to PierPark and a longer tour toPortland Airport will be of-fered. A limited number ofbikes will be available forcomplimentary rental if pre-registered by June 17.A Lifetime of Stories withBrian Doyle Portland Maga -zine editor and campus racon-teur Brian Doyle will readfrom his novel, Mink River,and most likely veer wildlyand cheerfully from hisplanned subjects of basketball,the Dalai Lama, children, ex-cellent shoes, the virtues ofales, herons, bison, Universitypresidents and other suspectcharacters, and quietly stun-ning moments on The Bluff.Armed Forces AlumniReceptionHosted by mem-bers of the Mitchell Rifles drillteam that won the 1962Western Region ROTC DrillCompetition. All alumni whowere part of the MitchellRifles, the Arnold Air Society,the Angel Flight, and all alum-ni that have served in the U.S.Armed Forces are welcome togather and swap stories abouthow they honored the Univer -sity of Portland, America, andits Armed Forces veterans.Recovered video of the trophy-winning Mitchell Rifles teamwill be shown. Honored Year Class Recep -tions Celebrating special an-niversary milestones, mem-bers of the classes of 1961,1966, 1971, 1976, 1981, 1986,

1991, 1996, 2001, and 2006 areinvited to meet and reminiscebefore the Welcome HomeBBQ on The Bluff. Kiddie Funland Located onthe Quad, this play park isopen to children aged four andup (younger children are wel-come with a parent). KiddieFunland includes a bouncehouse, a basketball toss game,your own souvenir spin art, aprofessional face painter, andbest of all, a huge blow-upslide. You can check your chil-dren in for supervised play orstay and play with them.Welcome Home BBQ onThe Bluff In summer 2010,the University Commonscompleted a transformativerenovation and expansion, thefirst since its original con-struction in 1951. Dedicated inSeptember 2010, the newly-re-named Bauccio Commons isthe premier community spaceon The Bluff, presenting on-campus dining like you’venever seen before. Select yourbuffet meal from the variousgourmet stations includingpizzas, salads, carving board,burgers, and sandwiches.Wine and beer will be avail-able for purchase. Professionalphotos will be taken outsideon The Bluff throughout theafternoon for all honored yearclasses.Welcome Home Dance onThe Bluff As the BBQ windsdown, the music cranks up.Enjoy live music by CoverStory, with drummer and UPalumna Susan (Perri) Lucht'86, blending rock and roll,pop, swing, and country—a lit-tle something for everyone.n Sunday, June 26:All Alumni Mass All alumniare invited to join in the cele-bration of Mass in the Chapelof Christ the Teacher. Univer -sity president Rev. E. WilliamBeauchamp, C.S.C., presidesand the alumni choir leads usin song. Mass begins at 10:30a.m. All Alumni Brunch As thefinal gathering of ReunionWeekend, this is your chanceto say farewell to friends overa buffet style brunch in theBauccio Commons followingMass. Enjoy a slide show withphotos of Reunion weekend.Please join us as we relivecherished memories onemore time. Brunch begins at11:45 a.m.

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Back on The Bluff recently,now as the pro basketballplayer he always thought hecould be: Eugene Jeter ’06,finally a National BasketballAssociation man with theSacramento Kings, after fiveyears playing in Israel, theUkraine, and Spain. Jeter,averaging 15 minutes a gamein the world’s best league,sat for a moment with his olddorm mate Ben McCarty ofThe Hood River News. “I stillpinch myself when I wakeup to see if I’m dreaming,”said Jeter, cheerful as always.“Never give up on your dreams,and enjoy the moment you’rein, that’s the key. God gaveme endurance and energy, andI have great family and friends.I am so blessed.”

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50 YEAR CLUBMary Theresa Allaire ’39passed away on December 10,2010, in Portland, Ore. She issurvived by her brother, PeterPetros; and sister, May T.Allaire. Our prayers and con-dolences to the family. Theresa Marie Scarfone Berta’42 passed away on February4, 2011, in her own home withher family at her side. Aftergraduating from theUniversity of Portland Schoolof Nursing, she joined theNavy as a Lieutenant (juniorgrade) and was stationed on amilitary sea transport duringthe Korean War. It was therethat she met the love of herlife, Lieutenant CommanderAlbert Berta. The Berta'sraised five children: Dr.Annalisa Berta, San Diego,California, Dr. Theresa Berta,Shoreline, Washington, AlbertBerta Jr., Boulder, Colorado,Jessica Berta, Edmonds,Washington, and AlexanderBerta, Broomfield, Colorado.She leaves behind lovinggrandchildren Alissa,Alexandria, Albert, Francesca,and Whitney. Our prayers andcondolences to the family. Joseph J. Cholick ’42 passedaway on March 21, 2011, inScappoose, Ore. Survivors in-clude his wife, Edith; son,Jerome; and daughter, Anne.Our prayers and condolences. John McKenna “Mack” Bosch’43 passed away on February26, 2011, in Bend, Ore. He wasa standout athlete in his yearsat Columbia Prep, and duringWorld War II he served in the10th Mountain Division fight-ing on the Italian front. Heworked in Portland for severalyears for PB John, GerberKnives, and the PAM Co. In1966, the family moved toBend where Mack managed

Willamette Industries KorPineDivision. “Everybody lovedMack,” according to his obitu-ary. Survivors include chil-dren Leslie Hutchinson,Susan Porter, Elizabeth Porter,and John Jr., as well as sixgrandchildren, Alex,McKenna, Erica, Vanessa,Nicolas and Blake. Ourprayers and condolences tothe family.Margaret Mary Fromherz ’44died on March 23, 2011. Shewas 93. Upon graduation fromthe School of Nursing shewent to Yakima as the directorof the Cadet Student NursingProgram of St. ElizabethHospital. In 1949, she marriedAlbert Fromherz Sr. in St.Paul. They made their homein Yakima. She was precededin death by Albert; son, John;her brother, Norbert; and hersisters, Marcella Zielinski andAnnie Van Keulen. Survivorsinclude her son Bill Fromherz;daughters Sue Fromherz andMarylen Robinson,; sistersDorothy Duyck and Bea Peters;six grandchildren; and threegreat-grandchildren. Ourprayers and condolences.We received a letter fromBob Craviotto ’46 CP, ’50 recently,with sad news: “With greatsorrow I report the loss of mywife of 60 years. Marie O’Reillywas a first-year student at UP’snursing school when I was asophomore at UP. We met at ajoint picnic at Blue Lake Park.We have four sons. She is sorelymissed.” Our prayers and con-dolences to you and your fam-ily, Bob, at this difficult time. Sr. Mary Martin Bush, OP, ’47,passed away on July 2, 2010,in Fremont, Calif. She devotedmore than 64 years to education,serving at schools in Oakland,Calif., as well as Portland, Ore.,and Los Angeles, Anaheim,

Los Altos, and San Jose. Ourprayers and condolences. Virginia Francine DeLongTannler ’47 passed away peace-fully on October 25, 2010, inher home in Lake Oswego,Ore. A great joy in her life wastraveling to 39 countries withher husband, Alphonse ’46, al-ways returning with wonder-ful stories, photos, and sou-venirs. Al only survivedVirginia by one month; hepassed away on December 30,2010. Virginia and Al are sur-vived by their children andtheir spouses, Michael andSandi Tannler, Nancy and TedTannler Brewer, Mary and JoeTannler Worley, and ThomasTannler; grandchildren, Sarah,Mary, Sofya, Joseph, andClaire; and great-grandchild,Silas. Our prayers and condo-lences to the family. Jerry Studley ’47 passed awayon September 17, 2010.Survivors include his wife of56 years, Marilyn; children,Dan (Dolly) Studley, SharonStudley, John Studley, Teresa(Gary) Bell, Meg Studley,Debora (Steve) Butcher,Stephen (Heidi) Studley; 15grandchildren; 7 great-grand-children; his sister Mary Beal,and many nieces, nephews,and friends. He loved to spendtime with his family, and togolf; in fact he was golfingwhen the Lord called himhome. Our prayers and condo-lences to the family. Nancy Goodnow Hoagland ’47passed away on January 22,2011, in Shoreline, Wash.Survivors include her chil-dren: Catherine Hoagland,Nancy Hughes, SallyHoagland, Mary Hoagland,and Tom Hoagland; grandchil-dren, Heather Hansen,Jessica Hughes, MollyKutsick, Alexa Hughes, andLucas Kutsick; and greatgranddaughter, MackenzieHansen. She was preceded indeath by her daughter, AnnHoagland, and husband, FloydVan Fleet Hoagland. Ourprayers and condolences. Lewis Hamlin Coe ’48 passedaway on March 29, 2011. Heenrolled at the University afterserving in World War II, gradu-ating on the day of the Vanportflood, and was given the honorof presenting the 1948 classgift to the school: The PrayingHands Memorial, which re-mains on campus to this day.He is survived by his wife of66 years, Betty; son, Douglas;daughter, Cindy; son, Craig;and grandchildren, Jenniferand David. Our prayers andcondolences to the family.Rodney Howard Smith ’49passed away on October 11,2010. Our prayers and condo-

lences to the family.Robert A. Brown ’50 passedaway on March 23, 2011. Afterserving in World War II, hemarried Carolyn Erickson in1948; she passed away in 2002.Survivors include sons, DavidR., Gerald R., and Charles S.;and four grandchildren. Ourprayers and condolences . Wilbert “Bill” Fischer ’50passed away at the VeteransHospital in Vancouver, Wash.,on February 15, 2009. A veter-an of World War II, Bill was aman of many talents includ-ing carpentry and bricklaying.He also spent many yearsworking in the Portland ship-yards building ocean-goingvessels. He was predeceasedby his twin brother Walter andhis other brothers: Alois,Gilbert, and Alvin. Bill will bedearly missed by his four sur-viving nephews: Wayne,Richard, John and MarkFischer. Special thanks to BobHilger of Portland for helpingBill in his final days and alsocoordinating the funeral serv-ice arrangements.Edward E. Bettey ’50 passedaway on January 29, 2011. Heworked for InternationalHarvester for 30 years and issurvived by his wife, Gloria;and sons, Ronald P. and Jerry.Our prayers and condolences. Alvin Leveton ’50 passedaway on February 22, 2011. Hewas a retired educator.Survivors include his children,Charlene, Dennis, Bruce andLarry. Our prayers and condo-lences to the family. Joseph Renner ’50 passedaway on July 12, 2010. A vet-eran of World War II, Joe grad-uated from the University ofPortland with a degree in busi-ness and economics. His en-tire career was spent in thebanking and financial indus-try, retiring in 1985 after 30years of employment withSalem Federal/AmericanFederal Savings and Loan assenior vice president and con-troller. Joe is survived by hiswife Bernie, children JudyCutright, Carol Pollard, BobRenner, Cathi Agard, and SueRuddock; nine grandchildren;eight great-grandchildren;brothers Ollie and Tom; andBernie’s children, Dennis,Donald, Doug, Diane andtheir families. Joe was preced-ed in death by his first wifeMary, his parents, and 8 broth-ers and sisters. Our prayersand condolences. Allen G. Vuylsteke ’50 passedaway on November 9, 2010, ata care center in Boise, Idaho.Our prayers and condolences.Thomas Edward Busch Sr. ’51passed away on April 11, 2011.Our prayers and condolences

What more can we say than this? Mauro Potestio, ’50,

’54, we always said your name oughtta be in lights, old

friend. Rest in peace.

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Dick Bradley ’50 enrolled onThe Bluff in 1940, but soon wasflying B-26 bombers, crash-landedin the Sahara Desert, bombedGerman submarines, flew morethan fifty missions, marriedArmy nurse Patricia Bradley ’44,helped the Japanese Air Forcebuild their F104J planes duringthe 1960s, “flew on forest fires inOregon for years,” started theRogue Air Freight Company, builttwo planes himself, and “had agood run,” as he says cheerfully.For all your guts and grace,Colonel – thank you.

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to the family. Thurston Gates ’51 passedaway on December 1, 2010, athis home in Tigard, Ore. Hewas retired from a 40-year ca-reer in banking. He initiallygot the attention of his wife of58 years, Adair, by shootingrubber bands at the back ofher head, according to hisobituary. Despite this, he andAdair married and raised afamily, including sons Ted,Gary, and Doug, all of whomsurvive him along with threegrandchildren. Our prayersand condolences to the family.Patricia (Harmon) DeSimio ’51has passed away, according toa message we received fromher husband, Peter DeSimio ’51.Our prayers and condolences. Francis J. Lang ’52 passedaway on February 26, 2011.Survivors include his formerspouse, Elsie Lang. Our

prayers and condolences tothe family.Leo Greenstein ’52 passedaway on January 6, 2011, inPortland, Ore. He is survivedby his sons, David and Alan.Our prayers and condolencesto the family. Larry A. Dusenberry ’56passed away on December 9,2010, in Woodburn, Ore. Heworked as an insurance agent.Survivors include his son,Brian; and daughter, DeniseZahradnik. Our prayers andcondolences to the family. Thomas Edward Hulme ’57passed away on February 13,2011. He was a veteran of theU.S. Army; honorably dis-charged in 1960, and was asales manufacturer's repre-sentative. Thomas is survivedby his sons, Ajay, Amit, andAnil Hulme; and grandsons,Caleb and Alexander Hulme.

Our prayers and condolences. Robert “Bob” Charles Rengo ’57passed away on February 16,2011, in Tiburon, Calif. Hefounded TelephoneManagement Co. and was thepresident at his death. Mr.Rengo was very active in hischurch and helped those lessfortunate through the St.Vincent de Paul Society.Survivors include his belovedwife, Janet Roberts Rengo;son, Bobby; sister, GailAccuardi; one niece; and fournephews. Remembrances toSt. Vincent de Paul Society.Our prayers and condolencesto the family.

’62 PRAYERS, PLEASERita Anne Cleary-Bloom passedaway on November 3, 2010,with her two children at herside. As a single mother shewas able to rise through theranks of a number of pharma-ceutical companies; after hersecond husband, Bob Bloom,died in 2001 she threw herselfinto helping with her grand-son and other family-centricactivities. Survivors includeher two children, MacieCleary and Christopher Clearyand his partner Mike Langston;grandchildren, Zachary andJana Milan; Rita's sister andbrother-in-law, Carol and MickJohnson; their children andspouses, Kevin and Teri-KayJohnson and children Maxand Carter; daughter and son-in-law, Amy and MichaelSpanik; and youngest son,Kyle Johnson. Our prayersand condolences to the family.

’63 A GENEROUS MANDennis Patrick Hays passedaway on January 22, 2011.Survivors include siblings,Diane, Patty, Tom, Tim,Marie, Bridget, Barney andtheir families; his loving wifeof 47 years, Sharon; daughtersand their spouses, Jean andKyle Mishler, Julie and GuyAnderson and Jill and JoshHabrich; and seven grandchil-dren: Austin, Brandon,William, Sarah, Sophia,Garrett and Jill’s baby on theway. A generous civic leader,Dennis served on the board ofmany organizations includingRight to Life, Catho licCharities, Birthright, ValleyCatholic High School,Southwest Communities andthe Knights of Columbus. Ourprayers and condolences.

’64 REMEMBERING TEDWe heard recently from MaryJo Peterschmidt Levy regardingthe death of her brother, TedPeterschmidt ’51 CP, ’55 UP.Mary Jo writes: “I believe thatthe University is already

aware that my oldest brother,Ted, died in October 2010somewhat unexpectedly. Ourfamily of four children grewup across the street from UP,as our dad [ArnoldPeterschmidt] was on the busi-ness faculty and then held aposition in the administration.As children, we roamed thebluff and grounds, and playedon the open spaces now filledwith soccer fields and dormi-tories. All of Ted’s adult lifewas spent in Washington state,after his stint in the Air Force,and his work involved muchtravel on Navy business. Froma family point of view, per-haps his most valuable legacyis the effort he made to keepall the grandparents, children,grandchildren, aunts, siblings,and close friends linked via aweekly Monday newsletter forthe last twenty or so years. Itwas first sent by U.S. mail andthen by e-mails with photo at-tachments. As kids went off tocollege or new jobs, the letterfollowed them. It containednews from all parts of the fam-ily as we got in the habit ofpassing on photos, events,plans, accomplishments, ill-nesses, etc. The last issue ar-rived in our mailbox theMonday before his Fridaydeath. Many of us have keptcopies of these letters—mineare in binders and comprise apretty good family history.The alumni files probablyshow all these links, but justin case: Ted’s three daughtersall attended UP—CarolinePeterschmidt ’82, Teresa P.Grompe, and Alice P. Bell ’87—as did his wife, Joanne ’57. Asa friend wisely said to mewhile offering condolences,losing those who knew usfrom the beginning seems likea death of a part of ourselvestoo. We are so sad. May he restin peace.” Thank you for shar-ing with us, Mary Jo, andknow that we offer ourprayers and condolences. Jeanne Bernhard passed awayon January 18, 2011, accordingto a message we received fromher daughter, Carol Lowman.Our prayers and condolencesto the family. Dr. William J. “Bill” Angelospassed away on December 17,2010, in Portland, Ore. Whenhis first wife, Alice Angelos,passed away in 1981, Bill dedi-cated a personal and financialcommitment to what was laterto become Camp Angelos lo-cated on the Sandy River. In1990, “Doc” Angelos marriedGeraldine Christensen, andthey worked together in theGateway area until he retiredin 1997. After retirement,Camp Angelos became Bill's

A Note From The Editor

Dear Folks:

For the wild ambitious December 2011 issue of the

University’s Portland Magazine on music, we are

collecting music from every corner of the University’s

far-flung community — students, faculty, staff, alumni,

visitors, friends. Can I ask four favors?

One, your own music. Anything you have written,

composed, recorded, on your own or with a band, for

any purpose whatsoever — can I hear that? Just email

it to me so I can listen — if we would like to use it I’ll be

back in touch with you about permissions and copy-

rights and such. Or send CDs or DVDs to me in cam-

pus mail. Film clips, snippets, anything and everything

welcome.

Two, music you think we should hear and know

about — by your roommates, colleagues, friends,

teachers, parents, anyone with anything to do with the

University at all. The thinnest of tethers is good

enough at the moment, as we cast widely for all sorts

of music.

Three, music stories, essays, tales, tips, advice,

counsel — anything you think might help us make an

amazing issue about music — the joy and power of it,

its holiness and verve and immediacy, its doors and

windows to the soul….

Four, paintings, photographs, charts, graphs, signs,

anything visual at all having to do with music.

No screaming rush, but I’d sure like to have a pile of

astounding things on my desk by the end of July.

Thanks much, —Brian Doyle ([email protected])


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key focus, and the camp hasmuch benefited from his gen-erosity. Dr. Angelos is sur-vived by his wife, Geraldine;sister, Marge Challis; daugh-ters, Emily Barbarino, MarciaAngelos, Gaylene Angelos andJoyce Johnson; grandchil-dren, Cassy Johnson, EricaJohnson, Angelo Harris andClayton O'Donnel; stepchil-dren, Theresa Arnold, StevenChristensen and KatherineChristensen; and step-grand-children, Stacey Arnold andJason Arnold. Our prayers andcondolences to the family.

’66 A VOICE FOR THE POOREdward Moseywas honoredfor his years of service toPortland’s Macdonald Centerat a reception on April 26,2011, at the Arlington Club.The event marked the end ofhis term on the Board ofDirectors of the MacdonaldCenter, an assisted living facil-ity for people on Medicaid indowntown Portland. Openedin 1999, the MacdonaldCenter now serves over 350people per week, 54 of whomlive at the center. In additionto honoring Edward, membersof the board also shared a newinitiative and engaged in a dis-cussion about the plight ofPortland’s forgotten poor.

’67 HONORING MOTHERFRANCINE CARDEW

Receiving an honorary doctor-ate at our May 2011 com-mencement: 1967 alumnaMother Francine Cardew, of theFranciscan Sisters of theEucharist (an order shehelped found), here (on left)as a new nun in 1960 or so.Mother Francine started theFranciscan Monte ssori EarthSchool in Portland, amongother feats; also celebratedwith doctorates were DennisKeenan ’69 and Dr. DonRomanaggi ’56.Jeanne Ann (Baird) Williamspassed away on January 23,2011. She was a school teacherfor the Vancouver School

District. Survivors include hersons, Greg, Glenn, and Bruce.Our prayers and condolences.

’69 AROUND THE WORLDJulia Shovein has embarked onthe adventure of a lifetime: “Ihave retired from my careeras a professor of nursing atCalifornia State University,Chico, and my husband, HorstWolff, and I began a circum-navigation of the globe in a 37-foot sailboat with the Baja Ha-Ha Rally leaving SanFrancisco in 2007. In 2010 wesafely navigated across theIndian Ocean, Pirate Alley,and the Red Sea. We will win-ter at St. Katherine’s Dock inLondon in 2011-2012 andshould be home in anotherthree years. Seeing the worldat 5 miles per hour takes sometime!” We can only imagine,Julia. Look for updates andphotos from Julia and Horst’sgreat adventure in future is-sues of Class Notes.

’70 ELLEN’S HOLDING DOWNTHE FORTEllen Magee Weekswrites: “Myhusband Keith and I are fin-ishing up an eight-year stay inNebraska, where Keith hasbeen on the interventionalcardiology faculty, performingand teaching invasive proce-dures. Lately, in my retire-ment from the nursing profes-sion, I have holding down thefort. We are now building ourretirement home on FlatheadLake in Montana, as we planto move closer to our childrenupon Keith’s retirement. Wehope to make it to Portland forfrequent visits after that; ourfour adult children are in theSeattle and Portland areas.”

’72 PRAYERS, PLEASEVirginia Powell passed away onNovember 9, 2010, in Tigard,Ore. Survivors include herson, Lynn; and daughters,Bobbie Carr and Dona McCall.Our prayers and condolences.

’75 SAD NEWSPlease remember Ann Lynchand her family in your prayersafter the loss of their mother,Theresa Hemmen, onFebruary 24, 2011.

’77 A LIFETIME OF TRAVELMarilyn Catherine McDonald(Smith) '77 is the author ofSnowbirds Unlimited: Talesfrom the Restless Traveler, herfourth self-published, print-on-demand book. Her othersare Little Girl Lost, Mother ofEight Survives PopulationExplosion, and Alert the Media:How the American IndianMovement Used the MassMedia. This most recent book

focuses on a lifetime of travel,at home and abroad, based onMarilyn’s hundreds of travelcolumns and articles pub-lished over the past 10 years.It is available on Amazon.comand Createspace.com.Colette Piceau (Nancy Pigott)writes: “My company, It Ain’tShakespeare, Inc., is in its 11thyear of ‘putting dreams intowords,’ developing and writingstory lines and scripting forrides, attractions, and showsfor theme parks all over theworld. Our clients includeWalt Disney Imagineering,SeaWorld, Busch Gardens, andUniversal Studios. I have col-laborated on award-winningentertainment projects fromChina and Australia to Dubaiand even the ships of DisneyCruise Lines. This past year,my services expanded to in-clude directing and producingwith shows, attractions andmedia projects for the Georgia

Aquarium, the Louisville Zoo,Walt Disney World, SeaWorldOrlando, and SeaWorld SanDiego. Every day brings newchallenges and adventures.”Barry R. West passed awayon January 31, 2011. He was ateacher at Damascus Middleand Highland Elementaryschools. Survivors include hiswife, Lynn; daughter, JenniferKresek; son, James; and par-ents, Ray and Marie. Ourprayers and condolences. Prayers, please, for NancyKoerner, whose mother,Virginia DiTommaso, passedaway on December 2, 2010.Survivors include her hus-band, Andy; and daughters,Diane Shannon, NancyKoerner, Kathy DiTommaso-Owen, and Susie VanDer-Zanden. Our prayers and con-dolences to the family.Norma Jean (Bradbury) Lloydpassed away on January 7,2011, at age 61. She earned a

We heard from Ralph

Johnson ’69, living in

Valencia, Spain, where he

chatted with University

Spanish professor Kate

Regan about why the

University’s booming efforts

in international business,

politics, and languages is a

terrific idea. “English may be

the universal language, yet gaining a client’s confi-

dence and closing a sale requires a business discussion

in the customer’s own language,” he says. “This is par-

ticularly so in Spain, France, and Italy. U.S. companies

must adjust their advertising, brand identification, and

promotional strategies to the local market. In Spain,

Google offers its services in Spanish, Basque, and

Gallego. I work for a large American public company

with European headquarters in Amsterdam, satellite

facilities in Belgium and Germany, and I live in Spain,

on the Mediterranean. My major challenges are deal-

ing with clients in a cross-cultural environment, using

technology to match a customer’s imagination and ex-

pectations, and being mindful of environmental regu-

lations. So a well-rounded education in foreign lan-

guage skills, computer technologies, graphic arts soft-

ware, and sociology and psychology is required, at

least in my industry, and the undergraduate who has

studied abroad, learning other cultures and languages,

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nursing degree at UP andserved as a critical care nursein the U.S. Army for 20 years;she then assumed duties atMadican Army Medical Center,retiring after 19 years in July2010. Survivors include hersister Carly Reise, brother JoeBradbury, nephew JaredBradbury, fiance Leon (Chappy)Chapman, cousins Susan andTom Rodgers, and manyfriends. Our prayers and con-dolences to the family.

’78 PRAYERS, CONDOLENCESPrayers, please, for HelenLibonati, whose husband, Car-men Saracco, passed away onNovember 29, 2010. Survivorsinclude Helen; son, Nick;daughter, Gina; stepsons, Danaand Glenn Libonati; sevengrandchildren; and one great-grandchild. Our prayers andcondolences to the family.

’79 A HI-TECH GUYAlbert Lin sends a quick up-

date: “I married Maria Chen in1995, and have an only son,Roy, who is 13 years old. Iworked in San Francisco’sSilicon Valley starting in 1979and am now a contractor withPace/2Wires. Over the courseof my career I worked withCisco, 3Com, Motorola,Qualcomm, Brocade,EMC...you name it.”Prayers,please, for the familyof John Pliska on the loss ofTherese Pliska, who passedaway on January 10, 2011.Survivors also include CarolynPliska Criteser ’68, BernardPliska ’84, and grandchildVince Masog ’03. Our prayersand condolences to the family.

’80 REMEMBERING KAYKaty Edna Ruby passed awayon February 9, 2011. Kay wasborn in St. Helens and was apublic school teacher. Survivorsinclude her husband, Harold;daughter, Debbie Eisenzimmer;and sons, Eddie and Steve.Our prayers and condolencesto the family.

’82 PRAYERS FOR ROSALIEWe heard recently fromFabian Ramirez, who writes:“It’s with a sad heart that Ipass along news that my moth-er, Rosalie Prado Ramirez,passed away on September 28,2010. If you could please pub-lish a note on her passing inan upcoming publication ofthe Portlandmagazine, itwould be appreciated.” Ofcourse, Fabian, and ourprayers and condolences toyou and yours in this sad time. We heard from ShirleySerrano (formerly Hartzog) inApril: “Shirley Serrano be-came a first-time Grams,thanks to her oldest, Nicole.The adorable new addition,Elena, is four months old al-ready. How did that happen?”Congratulations Shirley, theydo grow up fast, don’t they?

’84 HAVE TIME, WILLTRAVELDave Schultze lives in Mil-waukie, Ore., and has retiredfrom the Multnomah CountySheriff’s Office after 24 years.“I plan to travel in retirement,”he writes. “I just returned froma week-long tour to NorthKorea, a beautiful country.”

’85 PRAYERS, PLEASEJames Joseph “Jimmie” DeLorettopassed away on February 4,2011. After moving back to hisnative Oregon after a career inlaw enforcement in Florida,Jimmie began his long careerin crowd management. Hisfirst company, founded in1979, was named CrownManagement Services (CMS),

and provided security at con-certs, fairs, festivals, andsporting events around thestate. Survivors include hiswife, Mary West; his children,Meghan and Luke Keysboe;mother, Virginia DeLoretto;brother, Chip DeLoretto; sis-ters, Joan DeLoretto, Sue (Tom)Rabe and Charli DeLoretto;and many nieces and nephewsand extended family. Ourprayers and condolences.

’87 STEVE’S BIG NEWSPresiding Judge Douglas L.Blankenship has appointedSteve Brady as magistrate forthe Alaska Court System inChevak, Alaska. After workingas a legal clerk in the U.S.Army, Brady received a bach-elor's degree in society andjustice from the University ofPortland. He has practicedcivil and criminal law inAlaska, Oregon, andTennessee. He was an assis-tant district attorney with theDepartment of Law in Bethelprior to being appointed mag-istrate. He looks forward toworking with the Alaska CourtSystem and being part of thecommunity of Chevak.Karen Lantz Fornshell and

Laurie Kelley, both with con-nections to the University ofPortland, are among 25women named as PortlandBusiness Journal’s 2011 Womenof Influence. An awards cere-mony was held Thursday,April 7 at the downtownHilton Hotel to honor thewomen for their achieve-ments in business and com-munity. Fornshell, CEO andpresident of Northwest Bank,serves on the Pamplin Schoolof Business Advisory Board.She started working for WestOne Bank while a senior atthe University of Portland andeventually worked for nineyears at the bank, gainingvaluable experience in thebanking industry. She hasworked with the Mt. AngelAbbey Board of Trustees andserved on the board ofMetropolitan Family Servicesfor six years, including twoyears as chair.Congratulations, Karen!

’88 QUITE A SCAREPeter Wanner and his familyhad quite a scare when theMarch 11, 2011 earthquakeand tsunami hit the nation ofJapan: Peter and his wife,Fumiko, and childrenTheresa, 14, John, 12, andJessie, 20, lived in the hard-hitSendai area, but they are safeand relocated temporarily tothe Philippines after thequake and tsunami. Accordingto an article in Portland’s

We featured Danny Keagbine (seated, above), son of

Jenni and Gerry Keagbine ’83, in our Winter 2010

issue (“What’s the proper last note for an issue devoted

to rising dreams and vaulting hope and telling despair

to scram?”). Danny and his family did indeed spend

two years telling despair to scram, waging a deter-

mined, often harrowing, at all times courageous and

fiercely positive battle with Ewing’s sarcoma, but it

finally was just too much for even an undaunted young

man like Danny, who passed away in his home, sur-

rounded by his family, on the afternoon of March 11,

2011. He was 20 years old. Survivors include Jenni and

Gerry; brothers, Jeff ’10, Eric, and Trevor; sisters

Emily, Kelsey and Megan; grandparents, James ’59 and

Sally ’86 Covert and grandmother, Frances Keagbine;

and uncles, aunts, cousins, and friends too numerous

to even begin to list here. Our hearts are broken, of

course, but that always seemed to cause Danny more

pain than any physical torment he had to endure, and

since he was positive and hopeful and filled with faith

and love and holiness to the very end, Danny’s family

and friends stand determined to do the same. Prayers

on their behalf will be much needed and appreciated.

More, much more, about Danny’s life can be found

at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/dannykeag-

bine1. e sure and watch “Danny Keagbine: The Man

Behind the Hair” at http://youtu.be/i_dRAZQEwvw.


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Catholic Sentinel: “As the earth-quake rocked the country,Peter’s office began fallingdown around him. He ran outof the building, and ran all theway to his home without evenbothering to put his shoes on.The door was jammed shutand his wife and childrenwere nowhere to be found.Miraculously, Peter, Fumiko,and their three children foundeach other, forced their wayinto their apartment, packedtheir bags, then headed forshelter at a local gymnasium.”The Wanners plan to return toJapan as soon as possible.

’90 HEY! I KNOW HER!Debbie Best O’Connor recog-nized our spring 2011 mysteryphoto subject: “MaureenKuffner is my bet for the saxo-phone player. I was a yearahead of her at UP and was inthe pep band with her.” Youare absolutely right, Debbie,that’s the effervescent Maureen(Kuffner) Briare ’92, who gracesour campus still. Her dad Jimand little bro Joe ’05 workhere too. Thanks for guessing!

’89 MIKE & KATHY’S GUESSA note from Mike and Cathy(Padilla) Wanner: “Our guessfor the mystery photo in thespring 2011 issue is...MaureenKuffner, who is now MaureenBriare and works as music director for the University’scampus ministry office!” They’reright, of course, Maureen hasbeen brightening the campuswith her talents for manyyears now, as anyone who ismoved to tears by her musicat services in the Chapel ofChrist the Teacher can attest.

’91 MATT LOOOVES KIDSWe heard recently from MattSabo, who writes: “Blessings toyou from the Old Dominionon Good Friday. I thought Iwould drop a note after perus-ing the latest issue of Portlandmagazine. Thanks for yourdedication and to keeping usmotley assembly of UP gradsinformed about all things Pilots. We are expecting theno. 13 Sabo shortly, withinweeks or maybe even days.I’m shooting for JudahBenjamin Sabo to enter thisworld on May 1, a date thattwo other wee Sabos joinedour party. For one thing, it's alot easier remembering birth-days that way. Last Saturdaynight we had an EF3 tornadopass through Gloucester and aneighboring county, aboutfour miles from our house asthe crow flies. I've covered for-est and range fires, floods andnow tornadoes and the powerand fury that’s unleashed by a

fire out of control, a ragingriver and 165-mile-per-hourwinds is terrifyingly awesome.Yet we know it's nothing tothe power contained in simplya breath of God. As a nativeLeft Coaster (see St. CharlesHospital, Bend, Ore., circa Jan.1969) these tornadoes and hur-ricanes and such are a novel-ty.” Thanks Matt, when youtake a break from storm chas-ing be sure and let us knowthe latest on Sabo no. 13. We would like to offer ourprayers and condolences toMelissa Tenorio after learningof the death of her father,Frank Minier, on November 9,2010. Frank was born in White-hall, Mont., and was a tax con-sultant. Survivors include hiswife, Jocelyn; and daughters,Michelle Roseborough andMelissa Tenorio.

’92 TO TRAVEL AND SERVEHeather Wardwrites: “My hus-band, Chuck, and I both re-cently started new jobs withthe State Department, he asan economics officer and I asan information resource offi-cer. After we finish severalmonths of Arabic training,we’ll be moving to Abu Dhabi,UAE in summer 2011. I willtravel to other U.S. embassiesin the region and help themreach out to local communi-ties through their libraries orinformation resource centers.We’re both very excited aboutthis new opportunity to traveland to serve.”We were delighted to get anupdate from Brenda Hubbard,who writes: “I graduated withan M.F.A. in theatre in 1992under the wonderful doctorsBowen, Hoddick, Badraun,and Lasswell. Since then Icontinue to work in the pro-fessional theatre and am inmy 19th year as a professor oftheatre and head of perform-ance at Central WashingtonUniversity. My son, ZachNause, appeared in my thesisproduction at U of P and isnow considering a nursing de-gree at my alma mater. I couldnot be happier. I got a first rateeducation and learned so muchfrom my professors, and Ihope the family tradition con-tinues. Thanks U of P!” You’rewelcome, Brenda, and we surehope Zach will be joining uson The Bluff soon.

’93 FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHTWe heard recently fromElizabeth Ross Potter, whowrote the following to bring usup to date with her efforts onbehalf of the fight against pan-creatic cancer: “My husbandMike and I both graduatedwith BAs in psychology in

1993. Mike went back to UP in1998 and received his masterof arts in teaching. I work atthe Clerk’s Office for the U.S.District Court in Portland, andMike is an elementary schoolprincipal for the NorthClackamas School District. Wemet during our junior year atUP and got married in 1996.We have two daughters:Delaney, age 8, and Grayce,age 5, and we live inDamascus, Ore. I lost my fa-ther in 2002, he was 63 and hehad been diagnosed with pan-creatic cancer just over sevenweeks before. I was pregnantwith his first granddaughter,and she was just over twoweeks old when he passed. Istarted the Oregon Affiliate forthe Pancreatic Action CancerNetwork in 2003 to helpspread awareness of this dis-ease and to provide a place forothers to go when they, aloved one, or a friend are diag-nosed with pancreatic cancer.Pancreatic cancer is the 4thleading cancer killer and con-tinues to be the least fundedamong the top five cancerkillers. It is the 10th mostcommly diagnosed type ofcancer. For more informationabout the Pancreatic CancerAction Network, go to pan-can.org. For more about theannual PurpleStride fundrais-

ing event in Portland go tohttp://tinyurl.com/3sq855r.”

’94 PRAYERS, PLEASEWe note with great sadnessthe death of Brian WilliamMcGinty, who passed awayunexpectedly at his home inEllensburg, Wash., on

February 27, 2011. Brian’s sis-ter, Katie Tokarczyk ’95, sentus the following note: “I want-ed to inform the University ofmy brother's passing. I washoping you could list it in thenext issue of the magazine toinform those who may nothave heard the sad news.Brian graduated in ’94 fromthe business program. He hadfond memories of UP, as do I.

Reunion is the largest alumni event of the year, annu-

ally drawing over a thousand alumni and friends back

to campus for a weekend of reconnection and remi-

niscing. This year, we celebrate 100 years of life on The

Bluff, highlighting the founding of Christie Hall in 1911

(groundbreaking done in 1910 courtesy of Archbishop

Alexander Christie, pictured above, shovel in hand), as

well as celebrating the milestone classes of 1961 (50

years) and 1986 (25 years).

With more than 40 events spread over four days,

there’s something for everyone at Reunion 2011. For

more information or to register online visit us on the

web at alumni.up.edu/reunion or call (503) 943-7328.


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Sadly he passed away in hissleep. He leaves behind hiswife Sarah and childrenEmma and Jack (pictured).”We are so sorry, Katie, andoffer our prayers and condo-lences to you and your family.

’96 ELIZABETH’S UPDATEWe heard recently fromElizabeth Howe, who writes:“I'm up in Alaska now (andhave been for the past 7 years).I just passed my PHR (Profes-sional in Human Resources)certification and am currentlythe vice president for a smallIT consulting firm that servesnon-profit and health andhuman services organizationsthroughout South CentralAlaska. Other than that I don'thave much of an update—lifegets a little slow in Alaska inthe winter time.” That’s whatwe hear, Elizabeth, hopefullyby now things have thawedout just a bit.

’97 WONDERFUL NEWSLori Cunningham Andrews haswonderful news to share, if abit belatedly: “I know I should

have sent this in much sooner,but, in November of 2008, Imarried the most wonderfulman—James Andrews (unfor-tunately, not an alumnus). Weare residing in Tualatin andare very happy.”Congratulations on your mar-riage, Lori, and it’s not too lateto fix that not-an-alumnusthing—just have James giveour admissions office a call. “Congrats on keeping thePortlandmagazine a wonder-ful read,” writes MaKessi, oth-erwise known as “Mother ofAll Kessis.” MaKessi has newsto share about one of herbrood: “For your information,the Oregon Big Brother of theYear award was just won byBob Kessi.”

’98 A FUTURE SALZBURGERRyan Douglaswrites: “Finally,after 5 months, I have beenable to scrape together enoughtime to write. My wife Tinaand I welcomed EamonnAndersen Douglas into theworld on October 20, 2010. Allwent well with Eamonn andhis mother: vital stats are 9

lbs. 8 oz.and 21incheslong. He isa true na-tive ofWashing-ton, DCand al-ready hasdual citi-zenshipwith his mother’s maidenCanada, though his French islacking. We already are savingfor his year as a Salzburger in2032.” Congratulations, Ryanand Tina!

’99 CONGRATS, BECKY! Becky Ellsworth has been pro-moted to associate principalby Interface Engineering, amechanical and electrical con-sulting engineering firm. Hertwelve-year career includessuch notable projects as theaward-winning University ofOregon John E. JaquaAcademic Center for StudentAthletes, the LEED PlatinumEast Portland CommunityAquatic Center, and theUniversity of Oregon FordAlumni Center which is pend-ing LEED Gold certification.

’00 LIVING IN LONDON TOWNRyan Sayrewrites: “Seems likethis might be news-worthy:apparently I am the first UPalumnus to be a part of theprestigious London BusinessSchool. I’m doing an executiveM.B.A. program. I have beenliving in London with my wifefor 2.5 years and am workingas a strategic advisor for aglobal technology company.The Financial Times recog-nized LBS as the Number OneB-School in the world for thethird straight year, so I amvery fortunate.” Indeed, Ryan,but we suspect your hardwork and talent played a bigpart as well.

’01 TEACHING SUITS HERWe heard from JenniferCournia back in December,when she was on campus forthe gala marking the begin-ning of the University’s RISECampaign. Jennifer writes:“I’m not sure what my futureplans will hold. I’ve alreadybeen at Jesuit High School forseven years, teaching physicsthe entire time. I’ve toyedwith the idea of getting myPh.D., but am not entirelysure if there is any one subjectarea I love enough to warrantspending that much time andmoney back in school. I amfascinated by German cultureand the German language,and do enjoy the field of math-ematics education, which is

what Craig Swinyard got hisdoctorate in from PSU. Highschool teaching does offermany travel opportunitieswith various programs, andthat I do enjoy. Two years ago,I was one of 30 U.S. teachersout of 1,000 selected to partici-pate in the Toyota InternationalTeacher Program to the Galapa-gos Islands. We visited the is-lands, learned about sustain-ability efforts there, and collab-orated with Galapagueñoteachers. In summer of 2009, Itraveled to Costa Rica withEarthwatch as a teacher fel-low. We helped researcherscollect data on coffee farms,met with the farmers andlearned about Fair TradeCoffee and about some of theissues coffee farmers face.”Thanks for sharing, Jennifer,it sounds like the life of a highschool teacher is a good fit.Amazing, just amazing, thework being done by our ownLeif Coorlim, editorial directorof the CNN Freedom Project,who writes: “While in school, I wrote for The Log and TheBeacon and even filed a reportfor Portland Magazine aboutmy experiences visiting a con-centration camp while part ofthe Salzburg exchange pro-gram. I’ve stayed in the newsbiz, going from Portland toWashington, DC to Atlanta,where I ended up as a producerat CNN International. Recentlywe launched an unprecedent-ed campaign aimed at combat-ing the horrors of human traf-ficking, called the CNNFreedom Project. It’s alreadypaying dividends. We’ve un-covered entire villages stuckin bonded labor in India, fa-ther-son run trafficking ringsacross Europe, and areas ofAfrica where captured tribes-man are literally branded asslaves. I’m the editorial direc-tor of the initiative as it was, inpart, kicked off by a documen-tary I did last year in Cambodiaconcerning children made towork in brothels. It’s a toughsubject to tackle, but an im-portant one. And the way we’reapproaching it is by creatingan optimistic, solution-orientedfeel to our coverage of the topic.Here’s a link to our press site:http://cnnpressroom.blogs.-cnn.com/2011/03/07/the-cnn-freedom-project/.”

’02 WELL-DESERVED HONORBryan Dearinger, a trial attor-ney with the Civil Division ofthe U.S. Department ofJustice in Washington, D.C.,was recently awarded theEnvironmental ProtectionAgency’s Office of GeneralCounsel 2010 Bronze Medalfor Commendable Service.

It didn’t take long for alumni and

coworkers and friends and family

to recognize our spring 2011 mys-

tery staff member as Maureen

(Kuffner) Briare ’92, who brightens

our campus each day through the

power of her vivacious personality,

quiet holy dedication, and astounding talents as musi-

cal director of campus ministry. Thanks to everyone

for writing in and gushing about our Maureen.

Our next mystery photo shows a faculty member

quite recently retired, one of four who have moved on

to new pursuits as of May 2011 in fact, after a 23-year

career on The Bluff. “We will miss ___’s calming pres-

ence in our day-to-day

lives,” reads his certificate of

appreciation, “but even

more we will miss his com-

mitment to social justice,

his innate ability to make

colleagues, students, alum-

ni, and let’s just say it, every-

one feel like part of his spiri-

tual and literal family, and

his unflagging, heartfelt advocacy for people and fami-

lies in need of help, of every sort and stripe.” Best

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Bryan earned the award for theresults obtained as lead coun-sel for EPA in two cases in-volving the City and County ofHonolulu’s wastewater treat-ment plants. He has also beennotified that he is one of ahandful of attorneys to receivethe Department of JusticeCivil Division OutstandingMentor Award for 2010.

’03 HE’S ON HIS WAYSean Wlodarczykwrites: “ThisMay I graduated from lawschool at Vanderbilt University.After the bar exam I will starta one-year term as a judicialclerk here in Nashville.” Kevin Damore passed awayon March 22, 2011, at the ageof 30. His sister, ElizabethDamore, contacted our devel-opment office at the end ofMarch to let the Universitycommunity know her brotherpassed away and that the fam-ily were directing donations toUP. Remembrances in Kevin’sname will be directed to theStudent Activities fund. Ourprayers and condolences.

’04 ALEXANDRA’S UPDATEWe heard recently fromAlexandra (Edmondson) West-over, who writes: “Firstly, Ijust wanted to let you knowhow much I enjoyed thespring 2011 edition of PortlandMagazine. I always look for-ward to reading the magazine,but this issue, in particular,was so wonderful. I especiallyloved “Things Seen andUnseen: Highlights from agreat theologian’s time ofnote-taking” (I was one ofthree theology majors theyear I graduated; looks likeI’m still drawn to the subject!).Fr.John Donato’s “StayTogether” was so beautiful andtouching and nearly had mein tears. As I read his story, Iimagined my almost-two-year-old son perhaps caring for mein the same loving manneryears from now. Of course,that didn’t help quell the tearyeyes much. In all, a reallygreat magazine with so manylovely stories and articles.Thank you so much for con-tinually producing such a fan-tastic magazine for us all toenjoy. Secondly, the mysteryphoto must be MaureenBriare. I spent a year inSalzburg with her brother, Joe.Once you know one Kuffner,the rest of them are prettyeasy to recognize. Talk about agreat family! And lastly, Iwanted to let everyone knowabout the birth of my niece!Stella May Manning was bornon April 1st, weighing in at 7lbs., and 21 inches long.Parents Zack Manning and

Christine EdmondsonManning ’05 are doing greatand adjusting to life with threelittle ones. I am sending aphoto I took of Zack the firsttime he held his daughter inhis arms. I kinda thoughtyou'd appreciate his choice ofwardrobe for the occasion. I'malso sending a photo of ourbrood all together. TonyWestover ’03 and I are parentsto the two on the left (Charlie

and Gwyneth) and my sisterChristine and Zack have Luke,Zoë, and Stella. By the way, doyou know how hard it is to geta decent photo of five kidswho are all under the age offour?” Thanks so much forwriting Alexandra, that can’tbe an easy task. And that is in-deed Maureen (Kuff ner)Briare in our spring mysteryphoto. You are too kind inyour praise of our humble edi-torial efforts. Jessica Frittswrites: “I havestarted a new position with USBank Home Mortgage workingas a mortgage representativefor downtown Portland. Withover nine years experiencemy official title is Senior LoanOfficer and I am here to helpconsumers with their mortgageneeds. Classmates and fellowalums are welcome to come byor contact me at [email protected]. Thanks!” Wanda Rozwadowska writes:Just a note to update my ad-dress and mention thatAndrew Wrisley ’06, ’07 and Ijust bought our first home andare getting married in May2012 in the Bahamas! I’d liketo be sure we keep getting thePortland Magazine and alumniupdates. All the best,Wanda.”

’06 HELPING LIZFormer Pilot volleyball stand-out Liz Lord is in need of helpafter being diagnosed with a

brain tumor. Her co-workersand friends at CIP Marketingand Adidas rallied to put to-gether an auction to raisefunds to help her meet ex-penses as she goes throughtreatment; a barbecue andsilent auction took place onFriday, May 13. Those whowould like to help can buyshirts, sweatshirts, tank tops,and find out more about Liz’sbattle at http://dwbhshirts.com/meet-dwbhshirts-new-warrior-liz-lord/. You canalso chip in online for hermedical bills at http://lfc-give.chipin.com/liz-lord. Formore information contact TrishMiller, Pilot athletics, at (503)943-7117 or [email protected]. Joe Greene is now living inRedondo Beach, Calif.

’07 SHE’S A JOY, YES SHE ISJulie (Furey) Stuber and herhusband Brandon welcomedtheir first child, Clara Joy, into

Among the recipients of the

University’s annual Alumni

Awards in April: Patricia

Kleinke Staeheli ’70 and her

husband, Lieutenant Colonel

Joseph Staeheli ’69 (pictured,

top) who accepted the Con-

temporary Alumni Award for

their riveting son Paul, a 1998

graduate who has already

served twice in the Iraq war,

is soon to be promoted by the

U.S. Army to his father’s rank, and is adamant and elo-

quent about his work for peace, for “a world where war is

merely memory”; and Tamara Faris ‘00, who received

the Father Tom Oddo, C.S.C., Award for Service, for her

“extraordinary Memory Book project, which now has

blossomed in India, Mexico, and all over Africa. Starting

as a simple scrapbook idea for a South African orphanage

six years ago, the project now supplies 22,000 memory

books to children in nine countries.” Wow. Find more info

at http://www.up.edu/alumni/. Photos by Bob Kerns


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the world at 5:55 a.m. on Dec-ember 16, 2010, weighing in at6 pounds, 9 ounces. Julie hasbeen working at the PortlandVA Medical Center for fouryears, working on a medicaloncology floor, while Brandonworks as a civil litigation attor-ney in Portland. “I alwaysknew I wanted children butnever realized how much joyone human being could bringto my life,” says Julie. To bet-ter understand the depth ofher joy, check out a video clipJulie produced shortly beforeClara Joy’s 5-month birthday:http:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUSFNmGOF1M.Melissa Newcombe writes:“We just bought our first housea few blocks from UP! Wecouldn’t get away from theUniversity. We would love toreceive any alumni newslet-ters or events brochures at ournew address. Thanks!” Thankyou for the update, Melissa,congratulations on your newhome, and welcome to theneighborhood!

’08 FASHION, FUNDRAISINGWe heard recently from AndreaFretwell, who serves as co-direc-tor of Modified Style Portland:“Fashion and fundraising: it’s agreat way to raise awarenessas well as build designing skills.It’s sort of like a beginner set—you don’t need to have designskills to participate, and youdon’t need to know how to do-nate to charities to, well, donateto charities. Modified StylePortland is an annual fashionshow fundraiser approachingits third year in Portland. Ourmission is to raise awarenessof local non-profit organizationsby featuring unique and wear-able fashion created using sus-tainable practices by partici-pants of all skill levels. Basically,you have fun and design or at-tend, we raise funds and aware-ness for awesome non-profits.

Children are welcome to par-ticipate—we strive to find all-ages venues each year so fam-ilies can participate. We’vehad children models in thepast and are having severalmore this year. Additionally,we’re currently working withthe Youth Progress Service toarrange a youth in need as amodel for one of our design-ers. And we’re working withChildren’s Healing Art Project(CHAP) to find ways to in-clude these children in theshow (as well as being one ofour three beneficiaries thisyear).” You can learn more atwww.modifiedstyle.org/.Colby Jagermarried KatieLarsen on September 5, 2010,at the Greenbriar Inn in Coeurd’Alene, Idaho. Katie is a grad-uate student in statistics atOregon State University, andshe and Colby own BeyondFitness Northwest in Corvallis,where both work as personaltrainers. He is an assistanttennis director of TimberhillTennis Club in Corvallis.Following a honeymoon inCosta Rica, the couple is athome in Corvallis.Kathleen Mary LynchmarriedGonzaga grad Benjamin James

McDonnell in a ceremony atSt. Aloysius Church in Spokane,Wash., on September 4, 2010.

The couple met while studyingabroad at Gonzaga-in-Florencein 2006-07. The ceremony waswit nessed by both Universityof Portland and Gonzaga alum-ni. The couple is currently liv-ing in Spokane, Wash., whileBen attends Gonzaga UniversitySchool of Law. High school sweetheartsMario Renato Aviado and Janine Patricia Lequire of Kent,Wash., were wed on May 14 atSaint Vincent de Paul Churchin Federal Way. The bride isthe daughter of Steve and PattiLequire of Burien and Auburnand a 2008 graduate of theUniversity’s School of Nursing.

’10 THANKS, E-SCHOLARS!We heard recently from Stefanie Doolittle, who writes:“I just had to write to thankthe E-Scholars program for allthe times we had to write de-tailed business plans (an as-signment that might have feltannoying at the time). TheNGO I was originally supposeto volunteer with in India fellapart, but it turned out to be agood thing because the otherintern and I have now startedour own micro-lending NGOin India, which means I amable to put the skills I learnedin E-Scholars to use in the de-veloping world! We have alreadyformed six lending groupscomprised of ten women eachand we are hoping to approachthe bank next week to opensavings accounts for these wo-men and soon they will takeout group loans. The organiza-tion is very fragile still, but Inow understand how excitingit is to be part of an actual start-up. Thanks again to E-Scholarsand for all the support andtraining! I used the same tem-plate for this business plan asI did for my E-Scholars projectand it was very helpful; organ-ization can be a big problemhere in the rural parts of India!”Thanks for sharing, Stefanie,and good luck in your goodworks. Keep us posted. Prayers, please, for the fami-ly of Benjamin Fitch, whosemother, Roslyn Fitch, passedaway on April 9, 2011, at herhome in Las Vegas, surround-ed by her family. Survivors in-clude her husband, Edward;son, Benjamin; sister, MarcellaHenkels; brother, BarryDupler; several nieces andneph ews; and Mango. Ourprayers and condolences.

’11 PRAYERS FOR EMILYPrayers, please, for recentgraduate Emily Hooper, wholost her father, Peter FranklinMorse, on January 24, 2011.He was a cement sales repre-sentative and survivors in-

clude Emily as well as hiswife, Mary K.; and sons, Jasonand Eric. Our prayers and con-dolences to the family.

A NOTE FROM THE EDITORDear Folks: For the wild ambi-tious December 2011 issue ofthe University’s PortlandMagazine on music, we arecollecting music from everycorner of the University’s far-flung community—students,faculty, staff, alumni, visitors,friends. Can I ask four favors?One, your own music.Anything you have written,composed, recorded, on yourown or with a band, for anypurpose whatsoever —can Ihear that? Just e-mail it to meso I can listen —if we wouldlike to use it I’ll be back intouch with you about permis-sions and copyrights andsuch. Or send CDs or DVDs tome in campus mail. Filmclips, snippets, anything andeverything welcome. Two,music you think we shouldhear and know about — byyour roommates, colleagues,friends, teachers, parents,anyone with anything to dowith the University at all. Thethinnest of tethers is goodenough at the moment, as wecast widely for all sorts ofmusic. Three, music stories,essays, tales, tips, advice,counsel — anything you thinkmight help us make an amaz-ing issue about music —thejoy and power of it, its holi-ness and verve and immedia-cy, its doors and windows tothe soul…. Four, paintings,photographs, charts, graphs,signs, anything visual at allhaving to do with music. Noscreaming rush, but I’d surelike to have a pile of astound-ing things on my desk by theend of July. Thanks much,Brian Doyle ([email protected]).

FACULTY, STAFF, FRIENDSRoger Alan Crabbs, a facultymember in the PamplinSchool of Business from 1972to 1979, passed away at hishome on Sunday, May 2, 2011.Roger and his wife were activein recent years in the RetiredFaculty Group, which meetsregularly here on campus. Hismemorial service took placein the University’s Chapel ofChrist the Teacher on May 6.Condolences may be sent tohis wife and family at 17516N.W. Shadyfir Loop, Portland,OR 97006. Our prayers andcondolences to the family. Elna LaVern Metzger passedaway on February 28, 2011, inTigard, Ore. Elna worked as asecretary at the University.Survivors include her daughter,Linda; son, David; and step-

Note the willowy lass at far right: that would be Ellie

Dir, who earned her M.B.A. on The Bluff last year, but

some years ago was a Lakeridge High grad. Go Pacers!


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sons, Mark, Matt, and Mike.Our prayers and condolencesto the family. Linda K. Birenbaum passedaway on December 16, 2010,in Hillsboro, Ore. She taughtnursing here on The Bluff fromJanuary 2000 to May 2007, andhad a distinguished career innursing, with 20 professionalpublications on topics rangingfrom family research in pedi-atric oncology nursing to as-sessing children's bereavementwhen a sibling dies from cancer.Her professional experiencesincluded administrative directorfor Columbia River Oncology Program, Providence HealthSystem, and Walther CancerInstitute; associate scientist atIndiana University School ofNursing; assistant head nursefor Portland Providence andProvidence St. Vincent hospi-tals; adjunct assistant professorfor University of Pennsylvaniaand University of PortlandSchool of Nursing; and assistantprofessor at Oregon HealthSciences University School ofNursing. Our prayers and con-dolences.We got the following note fromfounding Portland Magazineeditor John Soisson, who nowserves as special assistant tothe president here on The Bluff:“On Sunday, January 23, atthe Multnomah Athletic Club,the MAC Balladeers performedtheir 70th anniversary concertat the MAC in honor of RogerO. Doyle’s 35 years as their di-rector. The Balladeers is an all-male chorus that performs farand wide and that currentlyincludes a lot of UP men: KarlWetzel, Doug Dooley, Joe Baker,and Paul Nelsen, among them.Other UP men who came backfor the anniversary tribute wereDan Danner, Will Chisholm,Michael Sagun, and Sam Bar-bara. The concert played to astanding room only crowd inthe MAC ballroom and therewere a lot of current and for-mer UP people there. As partof their tribute, the Balladeerscontributed $4,000 to the Rogerand Kay Doyle Scholarshipfund here at the University.Roger conducted two numbershimself and because of his fail-ing health, this was most likelyhis last public appearance.” Alice Marie (Schleef) Mark-walderpassed away on February23, 2011. She married DonMarkwalder in 1952, graduatedfrom Illinois State University,and received a Ph.D. from theUniversity of Georgia. Alicewas a practicing CPA andtaught accounting at theUniversity of Portland, retiringin 1996. She was predeceasedby Don and her son Alan, andsisters Barbara and Carol.

Survivors include her son Jayand his wife Jeri, grandchil-dren Conrad and Claire; broth-ers Art and Harry; numerousnephews, nieces, and extend-ed family members. In lieu offlowers, the family suggestsdonations be made to Prairie-view Foundation,Danforth,IL(www. prairieviewlutheran.com); or Susan G. KomenBreast Cancer Foundation(www.komen.org).Karen Lantz Fornshell ’87and University of Portland as-sistant vice president and chiefmarketing officer Laurie Kelleyare among 25 women namedas Portland Business Journal’s2011 Women of Influence. Anawards ceremony was heldThursday, April 7 at the down-town Hilton Hotel to honor thewomen for their achievementsin business and community.Kelley oversees the University’smarketing, branding, publica-tions, direct mail, advertising,media relations, communica-tions, social media, key aspectsof up.edu, major events, aprint shop, mail center and theswitchboard. Prior to coming tothe UP, Laurie served as vicepresident of marketing andplanning at Oregon PublicBroadcasting, and served inleadership roles at SouthwestWashington Medical Centerand Legacy Health System.She also currently serves onthe board of directors for theChildren’s Cancer Associationand the Blanchet House, and ischair of the Jesuit High SchoolCommunications Committee.Oh yes, she is also a devotedwife to Mike and a simply awe-someMom to Ross, Erin,Catherine, and Caroline.

DEATHSMary Theresa Allaire ’39, Dec-ember 10, 2010, Portland, Ore.Theresa Marie Scarfone Berta’42, February 4, 2011. Joseph J. Cholick ’42, March 21,2011, Scappoose, Ore. John McKenna “Mack” Bosch’43, February 26, 2011. Marie O’Reilly Craviotto, wifeof Bob Craviotto ’46 CP ’50. Sr. Mary Martin Bush, OP, ’47,July 2, 2010, Fremont, Calif.Virginia Francine DeLongTannler ’47, October 25, 2010,Lake Oswego, Ore.Jerry Studley ’47, September17, 2010. Nancy Goodnow Hoagland ’47,January 22, 2011.Lewis Hamlin Coe ’48, March29, 2011. Rodney Howard Smith ’49,October 11, 2010. Robert A. Brown ’50, March 23,2011. Wilbert “Bill” Fischer ’50, Febru-ary 15, 2009, Vancouver, Wash. Edward E. Bettey ’50, January

29, 2011. Alvin Leveton ’50, February 22,2011. Joseph Renner ’50, July 12, 2010. Allen G. Vuylsteke ’50,November 9, 2010, Boise,Idaho.Thomas Edward Busch Sr. ’51,April 11, 2011. Thurston Gates ’51, December 1,2010, Tigard, Ore. Patricia (Harmon) DeSimio ’51,wife of Peter DeSimio ’51. Francis J. Lang ’52, February 26,2011. Leo Greenstein ’52, January 6,2011, Portland, Ore. Larry A. Dusenberry ’56, Dec-ember 9, 2010, Woodburn, Ore.Thomas Edward Hulme ’57,February 13, 2011. Robert “Bob” Charles Rengo ’57,February 16, 2011. Rita Anne Cleary-Bloom ’62,November 3, 2010.Dennis Patrick Hays ’63, Jan-uary 22, 2011. Jeanne Bernhard ’64, January 18,2011. Dr. William J. “Bill” Angelos ’64,December 17, 2010, Portland,Ore. Jeanne Ann (Baird) Williams ’67,January 23, 2011. Virginia Powell ’72, November 9,2010, Tigard, Ore. Theresa Hemmen, mother ofAnn Lynch ’75, February 24,2011. Barry R. West ’77, January 31,

2011. Virginia DiTommaso, motherof Nancy Koerner ’77, Decem-ber 2, 2010.Norma Jean (Bradbury) Lloyd’77, January 7, 2011. Carmen Saracco, husband ofHelen Libonati ’78, November29, 2010. Katy Edna Ruby ’80, February 9,2011. Rosalie Prado Ramirez, motherof Fabian Ramirez ’82, Septem-ber 28, 2010. Danny Keagbine, son of Jenniand Gerry ’83 Keagbine, March11, 2011, Portland, Ore. James Joseph “Jimmie” DeLoretto’85, February 4, 2011. Frank Minier, father of MelissaTenorio ’91, November 9, 2010. Brian William McGinty ’94,February 27, 2011, Ellensburg,Wash. Roslyn Fitch, mother of Ben-jamin Fitch ’10, April 9, 2011,Las Vegas, Nev.Peter Franklin Morse, fatherof Emily Hooper ’11, January24, 2011. Roger Alan Crabbs, Sunday,May 2, 2011, Portland, Ore. Elna LaVern Metzger, February28, 2011, Tigard, Ore. Linda K. Birenbaum,December 16, 2010, Hillsboro,Ore. Alice Marie (Schleef) Markwalder,February 23, 2011.

Reunion is the largest alumni event of the year, annu-

ally drawing over a thousand alumni and friends back

to campus for a weekend of reconnection and remi-

niscing. This year, we celebrate 100 years of life on The

Bluff, highlighting the founding of Christie Hall in

1911, as well as celebrating the milestone classes of

1961 (50 years) and 1986 (25 years). With more than 40

events spread over four days, there’s something for

everyone at Reunion 2011. For more information or to

register online visit us on the web at alumni.up.edu/

reunion or call (503) 943-7328.


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Boy, here’s a great Campaign story: Jim Riopelle, the Oregon state champ in handball in 1939, graduates from the University in 1940.He marries the love of his love, Marie, who goes with him when the Army stations him in Pearl Harbor. They survive the attack,and Jim serves throughout the Pacific, finishing as a colonel (!). He ends up chief of the Portland Fire Bureau and a national leaderin fire safety. He and Marie also become internationally beloved and respected and renowned as orchid growers, writers, lecturers,and judges, with many hybrids named for them. Jim dies in 1999, Marie in 2010, and they leave Jim’s beloved University of Portlandalmost five million dollars for scholarships for students who can’t afford an education on The Bluff. Five million dollars, to helpkids get the unique flavor and chance and salt and zest and verve of this place. “Their immense generosity will change lives herefor many, many years – a lovely thing to say,” said University president Father Bill Beauchamp, C.S.C., with his usual pith. The Campaignitches to raise $45 million for direct help to kids. Can you help? Changing lives here for years – that’s beautiful.

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BETTER KNOWN AS SISTER MARY CORITA

of The Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, became one of the best-lovedartists in America during the 1960s and 1970s; her brilliant colors, pithy and

riveting texts, and lovely eye for simple and alluring design made her serigraphprints ubiquitous, especially in Catholic homes. This print is drawn from

a recent show of her work on campus, sponsored by the University’s GaraventaCenter for American Catholic Life. Do we welcome Campaign gifts to theGaraventa Center for cool stuff like this? Why, yes, we do. See rise.up.edu.

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