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52<br />
REGIS TODAY<br />
1948, a spirit that is often considered<br />
unusual today, in the same way that<br />
patriotism and love of country sometimes<br />
seem, to some, to be out of date.<br />
I remember <strong>Regis</strong> well, as everyone<br />
remembers any loved time of life<br />
which is past, with nostalgic affection<br />
and fond memories. I remember the<br />
first day as a freshman, full of confusion<br />
and uncertainty and amazement<br />
at the sophistication of every member<br />
of the upper classes. I remember the<br />
chugging blue buses which met the<br />
trains at Kendall Green station and<br />
I was more often<br />
than not, glimpsed<br />
running<br />
furiously in the<br />
wrong direction.<br />
brought us up to <strong>Regis</strong>, up the hill<br />
lined with poplars on the main driveway.<br />
They seemed to wave in happy<br />
greeting on good days and warn us<br />
to mend our ways when we had not<br />
finished assignments. I remember<br />
the mail room crowded with eager<br />
students anticipating a letter from<br />
an APO Box number, so much a part<br />
of our lives then. There were crestfallen<br />
looks on faces that found an<br />
empty box, and looks of relief when<br />
there was news that a brother, beau,<br />
or friend was safe, at least for the<br />
moment. I remember the lane, the<br />
very old lane with the large fallen<br />
log, way down past the athletic field,<br />
where the ground was always covered<br />
in damp leaves and the smell of wood<br />
almost but not quite obliterated the<br />
smell of smoke. I remember the new<br />
lane, down on the other side of the old<br />
gym, in the apple orchard, where for<br />
the first time smoking was permitted<br />
and therefore not quite so much fun.<br />
(We are a little bit smarter today!) I<br />
remember the walks and rides to the<br />
studio for those high-calorie Italian<br />
dinners, and the trips to Wellesley<br />
for slightly more upscale meals. Then<br />
there were the long walks to Weston,<br />
where we enjoyed ice-cream cones,<br />
with the admonishments about ladylike<br />
behavior ringing in our ears. We<br />
always were aware that our presence<br />
was only tolerated. I remember the<br />
field hockey in the hockey field and<br />
the race across campus to science<br />
class still huffing and puffing. With<br />
all that, I never did learn all of the<br />
field Hockey rules. No one wanted<br />
me on her team, as I was more often<br />
than not, glimpsed running furiously<br />
in the wrong direction. I remembered<br />
the library on the third floor, where<br />
we were always and forever, making<br />
too much noise no matter how often<br />
we were shushed by the person at<br />
the desk. Sometimes it was a fellow<br />
student, and, of course, then we<br />
would be even more noisy and more<br />
difficult to quiet. I remember the<br />
carpools disgorging their occupants<br />
as the sleepyheads, unlucky enough<br />
to have a first class, were racing in a<br />
usually vain attempt to be on time. I<br />
remember the Boat, that near<br />
bit of real estate on the prow<br />
of <strong>Regis</strong> Hall, with S. Caroline,<br />
CSJ, reigning on the third<br />
floor, and S. Monica, CSJ, who<br />
awaited our arrival back where<br />
we gave her reviews of what<br />
we had seen. We had only one<br />
complaint about those treats.<br />
They just did not happen often<br />
enough. Who could forget<br />
the dreaded World History<br />
course with S. Jacqueline,<br />
CSJ, which was the highest<br />
academic hurdle for everyone<br />
in the freshman class. We all<br />
really thought the world was<br />
much too large to be contained in one<br />
course. Then there were the dances<br />
where we pooled every male resource<br />
so that everyone who wished could<br />
have a date to fill in for the boys who<br />
were away. The song that exemplified<br />
this time was one we sang often,<br />
“They’re Either Too Young or Too Old.”<br />
We prayed for those in the service,<br />
we wrote faithfully, we truly missed<br />
them, but we really did love to dance.<br />
Any of the big band songs I hear,<br />
especially Glen Miller’s, takes me<br />
immediately back to those days and<br />
are still my favorite popular music.<br />
¶ I do not have enough space to finish<br />
this, so I will leave you wanting<br />
more, I hope, and will finish in the<br />
next issue. ¶ Please send me your<br />
reminiscences or old stories, your new<br />
news, or even (be kind) your criticism<br />
or corrections. Share some of your<br />
life with us or, I promise you, you<br />
will hear more than you ever need to<br />
know about me. You have the choice<br />
of email, snail mail, or phone calls<br />
to send information along. Become<br />
a roving reporter and bring us up to<br />
date about you. ¶ Au revoir for now,<br />
my good friends. May God bless us all,<br />
each and every one.<br />
1949<br />
✒ Betty Ann Hynes Elliott, 38 Oxford<br />
Road, Wellesley, MA 02481, baelliott2@<br />
verizon.net¶ After an exceptionally<br />
hot and humid summer for many of<br />
us, I hope you’re enjoying a beautiful<br />
fall season as you read this. Sadly<br />
we lost our ever faithful, most loyal,<br />
extremely diligent fund agent of many<br />
years this past spring. Pat Molloy<br />
McDermott passed away in Apr. after<br />
a brief illness. Pat saw to it every<br />
year that each and every classmate<br />
was contacted regarding the annual<br />
fund. As a result, the class of ’49 was<br />
at or near the top in giving year after<br />
year. Pat leaves 5 children, their<br />
spouses, and several grandchildren.<br />
¶ Also in Apr. Barbara Calnan Murphy<br />
died. Barbara had been living at St.<br />
Patrick’s Manor in Framingham,<br />
MA, in recent years. Jean McKenna<br />
O’Keefe passed away in July. Jean<br />
and her husband had retired to Cape<br />
Cod. She leaves 2 daughters, 6 sons,<br />
and 19 grandchildren. We extend our<br />
deepest sympathy to Pat’s, Barbara’s<br />
and Jean’s families and friends.<br />
These classmates will be remembered<br />
at the Memorial Liturgy in Nov. ¶<br />
Four classmates lost their husbands<br />
recently: Shirley Hession Hendrickson’s<br />
husband, Robert, passed away in Apr.,<br />
as did Charlotte Malone Corcoran’s<br />
husband, Paul. Thomas Kilcoyne,<br />
husband of Maryann Boyce Kilcoyne,<br />
died in July, and also in July Ann<br />
McLaughlin Brodbine’s husband, John,<br />
passed away. We offer prayers and<br />
condolences to all of these classmates<br />
and their families. ¶ While trying<br />
to do a small amount of Pat’s expert<br />
fund-raising Cay Foley Hines enjoyed<br />
chatting with many classmates. These<br />
classmates are loyal contributors to<br />
the annual fund even though many<br />
are unable to attend our events. Mary<br />
Nelson Cobb, a home economics major,<br />
lives in Milton, MA, and continues<br />
to teach at Curry <strong>College</strong>. Her fellow<br />
teachers and students have been a<br />
great support to her following the<br />
loss not only of her husband but also<br />
of her daughter, who was her only<br />
child. Marion Comerford Cowie enjoyed<br />
a 10-day cruise on the Canadien St.<br />
Lawrence River and was looking<br />
forward to another cruise, this time<br />
in Italy in Sept. ¶ Norma Maloney<br />
Crowley was saddened and shocked<br />
to hear of the death of her dear friend<br />
Barbara Calnan Murphy. She was<br />
told the sad news when she called<br />
Barbara at St. Patrick’s Manor for one<br />
of her frequent phone chats. Norma<br />
is busy overseeing the care of her<br />
older sister. Barbara Phillips DiChiro<br />
still resides in her home in Bethesda,<br />
MD, where she raised her family.<br />
She traveled the world with her late<br />
husband, who was a physician for the<br />
U.S. government. Even though she is<br />
housebound with arthritis, Barbara<br />
was very cheerful and interested in<br />
her many classmates. ¶ Anna Marie<br />
Davis Nappa, who has been battling<br />
cancer for a long time, was also full<br />
of cheer and interested in her fellow<br />
<strong>Regis</strong>ites. She was at a rehab, sitting<br />
in a wheelchair most of the day, going<br />
to therapy and hoping to return to<br />
her new townhouse in Uxbridge, MA.