Drennan, Robert Murray (Eulogy by Joseph Peter Drennan (15 February 2016))
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RESCRIPT OF EULOGY GIVEN BY JOSEPH PETER DRENNAN<br />
FOR ROBERT MURRAY DRENNAN<br />
AT SAINT JOSEPH'S ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH, MEDFORD, MASSACHUSETTS,<br />
ON MONDAY, <strong>15</strong> FEBRUARY <strong>2016</strong><br />
Reverend clergy, fellow members of the <strong>Drennan</strong> Family, both here in this parish church of Saint<br />
<strong>Joseph</strong>'s, those across the United States, in Panama and throughout the rest of Central America, and in<br />
our ancestral home of the Emerald Isle of Ireland, and the citizens of Medford, other distinguished<br />
guests and fellow citizens,<br />
Today, we say good-<strong>by</strong>e to the second born son of Richard Patrick and Margaret Gertrude <strong>Drennan</strong>.<br />
Born on Capitol Hill, in a small row house on Second Street, Southeast, in Washington, D.C., on the<br />
18 th of January 1924, the early days of the Coolidge Administration, and in the midst of a prosperous<br />
period of American History known as the Roaring Twenties, his name was <strong>Robert</strong> <strong>Murray</strong> <strong>Drennan</strong>.<br />
Those of us who loved him, and who ache at his passing, knew him as brother, friend, uncle (he<br />
leaves , including me, twelve nieces and nephews, and was predeceased <strong>by</strong> another nephew, my dearly<br />
beloved brother, Michael <strong>Robert</strong> <strong>Drennan</strong>, more of whom about later) great uncle (he left thirty-six<br />
great nieces and nephews, many of whom are here today), a great-great niece and three great-great<br />
nephews.<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> <strong>Murray</strong> <strong>Drennan</strong> was the proverbial Irish bachelor of the family who became its patriarch.<br />
With no progeny of his own, he became a surrogate father to those of us who have lost our fathers, my<br />
sisters, Mary Ann and Rosemary, and the <strong>Drennan</strong>s of Pittsfield, Richard, <strong>Peter</strong>, Paul, John and Mary<br />
Hanlon. He was also indefatigably devoted to his other niece and nephews, Meg, Andy, Don and Larry.<br />
He took interest in, and was proud of, all thirteen of hie nieces and nephews, including, not least,<br />
my dearly departed and only brother, Michael <strong>Robert</strong> <strong>Drennan</strong>, who was so cruelly taken from us in<br />
1975, at the tender age of 18.<br />
As his nieces and nephews had children, who came to number thirty-six, followed <strong>by</strong> a great-great<br />
niece and three great-great nephews, he increasingly invested his attention and time upon them, happy<br />
for their progress, available and anxious to mentor them and determined to be an example to us.<br />
Why was he so devoted to us?<br />
Born at a time when there was still some residual discrimination against the Irish, coming of age in<br />
the era of the Great Depression, going to serve his country in World War II, as a member of what Tom<br />
Brokaw called “the Greatest Generation” (incidentally, <strong>Robert</strong> didn't like that term), <strong>Robert</strong> saw and<br />
experienced much as a child and young adult, perhaps more that any of us here in this church. He<br />
learned his lessons well, and sought to share his wisdom with his nieces and nephews, whom he loved<br />
in equal measure. This devotion to family was inspired, in part, <strong>by</strong> his Uncle, my Great Uncle, Pete<br />
<strong>Murray</strong>, who was born in that same house, on Capitol Hill; isn't that ironic. And Pete didn't have any<br />
children either. <strong>Robert</strong> loved, practically worshipped, Pete <strong>Murray</strong>; he knew that Pete was indefatigably<br />
devoted to his nieces and nephews and perhaps that's where <strong>Robert</strong> took his cue.<br />
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Like Pete, <strong>Robert</strong> was energetic, fun-loving, and possessed of a Lincolnesque, excuse me reverend<br />
clergy, ribald, sense of humor. And, perhaps, at this stage, I might share one of those <strong>Robert</strong> stories that<br />
can be told in this wonderful church.<br />
It's a relatively recent story, and it happened right after I lost my mother in December of 2006. In<br />
January of 2007, I was on Capitol Hill one day, when newly elected Senator Webb was opening his<br />
office. It was a chilly day, not as cold as today, but as I left the Russell Building, I saw this older, rather<br />
corpulent man, with a big gray mane, and I recognized him, your senator, your late senator, Ted<br />
Kennedy, and I don't know what it was, but something possessed me to go up to Senator Kennedy and<br />
to talk to him about <strong>Robert</strong>. I approached him, introduced myself, and I said: “Senator, your brother<br />
Bob and my Uncle Bob, had something in common. They both were on the Harvard football team”, and<br />
the Senator who was then probably ill with cancer, although it had yet to be diagnosed, looked up at<br />
me, with a lilt in his eye, and he said: “Your Uncle Bob? So, your dad is the one who had more hair<br />
than <strong>Robert</strong>”. And I said to him: “Senator, perhaps you would be pleased to know that today, in 2007,<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> has no hair at all”, whereupon the Senator takes his hand and he runs it through this thick mane<br />
of hair, and he says: “Well you be sure to tell him that that I have all of mine.” And I thought that that<br />
was hilarious. I had to share that with <strong>Robert</strong> immediately, so I called <strong>Robert</strong>. I related the story to him.<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> didn't see the humor in that. <strong>Robert</strong> said: “Did you tell him that he's fat and I'm thin?” And I<br />
thought to myself, how funny this is. Two aging lions making fun of each other.<br />
Back to the serious note, although spared from the ravages of poverty himself as a child, <strong>Robert</strong><br />
saw a good bit of it in this community as he came of age in the Great Depression, and I think it's fair<br />
for all of us who knew him to observe that it haunted him throughout his life.<br />
Nonetheless, he was a well-rounded boy, who studied hard and excelled on the gridiron. He was a<br />
star on the Medford High School Football Team, and, thence, at his college alma mater, Harvard. He<br />
worked, per force, hard to become an educated person, achieving a bachelor's degree in Engineering<br />
and Applied Physics and a Masters Degree in Engineering.<br />
As father remarked or alluded to at the outset of this Mass, one cannot overemphasize how much<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> was at the forefront of history. Indeed, as a twenty-one year old medic in General Patton's<br />
Army, he marched into the Buchenwald Concentration Camp on the 11 th of April 1945, where he<br />
confronted the unspeakable evil that was Naziism. There, at that camp and the sub-camps, there were<br />
upwards of 35,000 people who were killed <strong>by</strong> a regime because they were Jews, because they were<br />
gypsies, because they were gay, because they were political dissidents, and because they were religious<br />
dissidents, and, oh yes, there were whole ethnic groups that were deemed inferior and that was their<br />
crime too. He helped to chronicle history. Because he spoke German, he was the one who was the<br />
interlocutor, debriefing the inmates, the trustee prisoners, and the guards. He did the same thing at the<br />
Dachau Concentration Camp, in Bavaria, where another 35,000 people had been killed in the camps<br />
and sub-camps.<br />
Decades later, in the 1980s and 90s, <strong>Robert</strong> gave interviews to the Jewish children of the Holocaust,<br />
who derived great comfort <strong>by</strong> the witness he gave to the horrors that had been visited upon their<br />
families and helped to ensure that we as a people never forget what happened there.<br />
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Coming home from that terrible war and resuming his studies at Harvard was hardly a return to<br />
normalcy for our beloved uncle, for he was soon to come to face with another form of evil, namely,<br />
racism and Jim Crow. This second confrontation with evil took place on another significant date in our<br />
history, and that was the eleventh of October 1947, for it was on that day when my Uncle <strong>Robert</strong>, and<br />
the rest of the Harvard football team, which included other great Americans of that era, including<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> Francis Kennedy and another person, who still lives, Professor Chester M. Pierce, the Emeritus<br />
Professor of Education and Psychiatry at Harvard Medical School. Professor Pierce is an African-<br />
American and he played on the Harvard football team. On that day, Harvard was the first integrated<br />
college football team to play south of the Mason-Dixon Line. They went to Charlottesville, Virginia, to<br />
play UVA. No hotel would take Professor Pierce, so they put up Professor Pierce in a mansion, and the<br />
rest of the team stayed in a near<strong>by</strong> hotel. <strong>Robert</strong> related this story many times of how proud he was<br />
that, although Professor Pierce was staying in a different location, they took their meals together. They<br />
felt that that was the way to crack that barrier, but their hotel refused to allow Professor Pierce to come<br />
through the front door and said: “we'll allow the (you know what) to come through the back door.”<br />
And, you know something? That whole team, including <strong>Robert</strong> <strong>Drennan</strong> and <strong>Robert</strong> Kennedy, came<br />
through the back door to take their meals.<br />
Following the completion of his studies, he worked for a time at an aluminum plant in Alabama.<br />
Then, he came back to Medford; served as a city councilman in the 1950s, and became a true pillar of<br />
this community. Like my late father, they each followed their father, our grandfather, Richard <strong>Drennan</strong>,<br />
into the oil industry. My dad went to Amoco. <strong>Robert</strong> went to work for Gulf, achieving success, but not<br />
fulfillment, as a tax manager, in Springfield, Massachusetts, and, thence, in Philadelphia. The Fifties<br />
were a happy time for <strong>Robert</strong> and <strong>Robert</strong> formed lifelong friendships during that era, among whom was<br />
a doctor from Longmeadow, Massachusetts, named Bud Platt, who became <strong>Robert</strong>'s lifelong friend. I<br />
know so much about that friendship not just because I knew Doctor Platt personally, but because<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> fostered a friendship between Bud's nephew Jeff Stein, of Newsweek Magazine, and me. In<br />
2012, <strong>Robert</strong> came to Washington and we spent two days basically talking about the days in<br />
Longmeadow and reminiscing about them. Although he cannot be here today, I can assure you that<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> <strong>Drennan</strong> means as much or meant as much to Jeff Stein as he does to me and the rest of us.<br />
When <strong>Robert</strong> came back from Philadelphia, he worked for a time with the Stone and Webster<br />
Engineering Company, in Boston, and then, in 1973, having been bounced around the corporate world<br />
a bit too much, he and my father forged their own business together, The Industrial and Commercial<br />
Appraisal Company. They worked together for over twenty years and they were constant companions<br />
through that period. It was during that time that I just became incredibly appreciative of <strong>Robert</strong>'s<br />
meticulous attention to detail. He was a very exacting person. He worked hard.<br />
As I came of age, I also noticed how <strong>Robert</strong> developed an extraordinary interest in and concern for<br />
the middle class in this country, which he saw as being increasingly stressed <strong>by</strong> deindustrialization, loss<br />
of jobs and stagnant wages. He and my father spent countless hours talking about it. They were not<br />
alone. At that same time, Professor Pierce was doing research over at Harvard about how economic<br />
stress was causing medical problems for people.<br />
<strong>Robert</strong>, although a private man, was always concerned about the public welfare. As a friend of the<br />
Kennedys, <strong>Robert</strong>, like most Americans, was devastated <strong>by</strong> the assassination of John Kennedy, whom<br />
he knew well and had worked in his campaign, here in Massachusetts, in 1960. He was even more<br />
devastated when his friend Bob<strong>by</strong> was gunned down in Los Angeles in 1968.<br />
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As <strong>Robert</strong> grew older, he grew wiser. As he tapered back on his appraisal work, he increased his<br />
work on genealogy, not merely for his own edification, but, rather, to help us, his nieces and nephews,<br />
understand better our family's heritage, both here and in Ireland.<br />
He also managed well his investments and savings, not for himself, as he lived modestly, but,<br />
rather, so as to leave a legacy to his nieces and nephews.<br />
He often remarked to me that he lived modestly because material goods meant little to him but also<br />
because he wanted to set an example to all of us, eschewing luxury and material goods inconsistent<br />
with real want.<br />
He also came to realize, after the near financial collapse of 2008, that, notwithstanding his own<br />
modest success as an investor, that there was an increasingly disturbing concentration of wealth in this<br />
country at the very, very top, the proverbial one percenters, on Wall Street, and that that money was not<br />
earned fairly. <strong>Robert</strong>, in that regard, was prescient. <strong>Robert</strong>, in that regard, was clearheaded. <strong>Robert</strong>, in<br />
that regard, was showing his concern for our society. In fact, <strong>Robert</strong> was so moved <strong>by</strong> what he had seen<br />
and disturbed <strong>by</strong> what he had seen, he wrote an open letter to the Harvard Class of 1946 in 2011.<br />
I read to you a very brief passage from that letter that addresses his concern that I just alluded to:<br />
“Several months ago our country trembled on the rim of a fiscal black hole comparable<br />
to the one schemed, or stumbled on, in 1929. Economic historians incline to nominate the<br />
recent blow-up 'The Great Recession.' Self-dealing among mortgage brokers, rating agencies,<br />
real estate promoters, contractors, short-sellers, dark pools, 'securitizers,' etc. became a way of<br />
life and sundered already shredded strands of government regulation. (I'll insert parenthetically<br />
here that, in my last conversation with <strong>Robert</strong>, I was telling him that he has to get to see “The<br />
Big Short”, and, sadly, he didn't get to see it, but he knew about it, he knew more than we did<br />
about it. Back to his passage here . . . ) Dangerous capital ratios were also a factor. Scammers<br />
and trimmers along Wall Street and elsewhere demolished many 401K Plans and throttled modest<br />
investments and savings. Coincidentally, Fair Harvard's endowment became less fair. Between<br />
2007/2010, the University's $34 billion endowment took a $9 billion hit and fell to $25 billion.<br />
Recent Wall Street Journal articles observed that between 2007/2010 , middle class net worth fell<br />
34% while super rich net worth increased 18%.”<br />
That's only accelerated since then, but my uncle saw it coming, and, as it was unfolding, was aware<br />
of it, and this, of course, was years before the hashtag #feelthebern!<br />
To paraphrase Ted Kennedy's eulogy of Bob<strong>by</strong> in 1968, like it or not we live in times of danger and<br />
uncertainty, that is the way he lived, and that is what he leaves us. Uncle <strong>Robert</strong> need not be idealized,<br />
nor enlarged in death beyond what he was in life, but that he be remembered as a simple and decent<br />
man, and he was indeed a simple and decent man.<br />
Prescient about economics and politics, though he was neither an economist nor a career politician,<br />
no tribute to him would be complete without mention of reason, science and learning. As all of you<br />
among his nieces and nephews and many of his great nieces and nephews know, he was always<br />
promoting education, always encouraging us to strive, always encouraging us to work hard.<br />
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Although I could give you a profusion of examples here that would require me to go on for longer<br />
than anyone would like, I'll just give you one.<br />
It was 1967; we were on a race to the moon. I was a little boy, in the sixth grade, in Dauphin,<br />
Pennsylvania, and I was talking to <strong>Robert</strong> about rockets, and the Gemini program and the Apollo<br />
program, and <strong>Robert</strong> said: “<strong>Joseph</strong>, I have some literature that I just brought with me, and I want to sit<br />
down and explain it to you.” I was in the sixth grade; he talked to me about ion engines, and, you know<br />
something? That's what we're talking about now to go to “Planet X” that's believed to be out there.<br />
<strong>Robert</strong> was, in sum, a giant in my life, a giant in your lives.<br />
Lastly, <strong>Robert</strong> was a man of profound sentiment and memory. He never forgot the loss of my<br />
brother Michael, and, in my last conversation with him, was especially glad to hear that, someday,<br />
circumstances permitting, I'll be able to do something in Michael's memory.<br />
There's an old Jewish saying that no one can be ever said to have died until or unless people stop<br />
talking about them. I just hope and pray, and believe, that people will never stop talking about <strong>Robert</strong><br />
<strong>Drennan</strong>, and, when they never stop talking about <strong>Robert</strong> <strong>Drennan</strong>, they'll never stop talking about his<br />
dearly beloved parents up here on Terrace Road who made all of that greatness possible. Amen.<br />
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