INTERLUDE 20 - Juvénat Chertsey (1954-58) 
L e swansong The swan is silent any his life for well sing a single time.
time legend
hindsight of years, my four years at Juvénat Chertsey (1954-58) took the time to look like a legend. Memories disheveled, which under the hairstyle of the time, become covered with a golden fleece. I give you a few snippets of these memories, tiny plots, contours of a puzzle whose assembly form an array that may find its place and its securities in the course of a journey of life.
crow flies, Juvénat St. Theodore de Chertsey must seem like a strange pile of red bricks laid in the wild, at the end of range 5, on a carpet of black spruce, drilled a few white birches. In fact, it arose as a temporary solution due to pressure from a rampant expansion of the province of Montreal. The Juvénat of Granby, who lived our juniors, had become cramped, and parent projects for the province of Montreal had not yet reached the stage of a decision. We then proceeded quickly to the erection of this building that the plans would eventually serve novitiate.
In September 1952, even before it is finished, he received his first juniors. Upon initiation, the juniors and staff began the task of carving and decoration this cluster into the shining jewel that we know. My four years of teaching in this institution will contribute a small part but I will keep memories that quickly took on the appearance of legend.
Balance e t imbalance
late October, early November. Everything had to be installed for the winter. He
chilly top of the post. On the horizon, the sun is already drawing the covers for the night. I rigged harnesses an electrician, spurs including ankles. I just climb three-quarters of the tree trunk to be used this winter pole suspension lights, that offers the first luxury Juvénat rink.
The juniors have turned around the post crown. My left inadequately planted slips spur on the bark. Maneuver that triggers phew! fear from the sixties juniors of witnesses. Added together, these egg form a kind of airbag ready to cushion the impact of an imminent fall.
me, I hold my breath and my fear. J'enlace post of my arms, while the retention belt let go floats limply in the air.
Bottom silent murmur invocations that I seem to hear. "My God, make it yours! . All eyes clenched converge on one point, my right spur, single anchor in my life suspended.
Some recommendations not meaningful, but full of sympathy high amperage support me: "Hold on" (always the polite form, even if it is family and the extreme height of a disaster) "Drop it! . Supported by the safety net, I take my time and resume my penny ffle.
Slowly, as if groping in the darkness, my right spur managed to dig deeper its roots, knee folds, muscles tense, his arms relaxed their grip and the belt holding back his duties.
As under the control of an automatic reflex of survival and high precision, I plant my hastily left spur the center pole, j'arque kidneys, hands released, I escape, hanging from my belt, steel cable that I fix his hook on the pole. Mission accomplished!
In the crowd, like an echo, a burst of applause waves climb and reach my stage curtain. Ham, I turn around, posting one of my best smiles hiding and fear I go down the pole as if nothing had happened .
The schedule includes suspended orders and all come at the tail-leu-leu, each in his stall, as the holy cows Zéphirin for trafficking in five hours. That study evening, standing in front of their desk, my twenty-ninth year of eight major waiting for me, the time of decoupling, which I chair for prayer, what I do with the seriousness of an employee who has done nothing another his entire life.
was how every day Juvénat Chertsey. The daily rode the unusual, the unexpected seasoned the mundane and the extraordinary took the livery of the normal. Titanic works were performed by us, a gigantic dwarves, that make this mountain of rocks a cozy nest of life where s'ébattront growing chicks.
In such emotions, I known more, the voltage limit of break points. Survivor
a Calvette
The court had been flattened for a year already by brother Paul-Etienne proudly 
my tee on his powerful bulldozer. One of the pipes (Calvet) which drains the waters from the mountain being blocked, brother Master had decided to send prospecting the smallest of juniors, C. Leblanc. Armed with a flashlight and dragging a cable of hemp a half inch in diameter with the breadcrumb and our care, He slipped into the dark concrete pipe jerks that referred us the echoes of his voice and the leaps of the cord, one vital link that connected us.
On the slope where the water was flowing from the drain, two lines of head and body had formed tight marking by their silence the density of the hour. The twenty pairs of control eyes opened up like camera lenses. as to absorb the darkness that was coming from the pipe. Sometimes, a head turned as if not to witness the vision of a horror apprehended. At every jolt
rope, it seemed to us the echo of the voice was weaker. Almost nothing, then nothing ... Outside, the vocalizations of Appeal quickly rise to the level of panic and become cries of alarm. We managed to silence the gallery, behind the ear, nothing, still nothing, the moment of infinite silence, one of the big bang before. Modulations over either of the rope light, nothing but silence and immobility.
Suddenly, something clicked, like the shot that breaks the extreme tension between the two armies facing each other. It draws feverishly on the rope, we run in all directions research that could fall under the hand flick of a relentless killing machine, first aid kit and whatnot ...?
The nerve cord to ten hands, works as a forceps into the bowels of the earth in search of a life being lost. The time has lead in the wing. After fractions of seconds that have eternity to measure C. Leblanc appears before the feet, knees, messed up, his shirt dripping with mud, his face as white to scare. A Lazarus rising from a tomb at night. It appears, adorned with the shy smile of one who apologizes for missing review.
As if nothing had happened , our raccoon is going to take a shower and warm up with others to study five hours.
Me, not being an actor but an observer, I had more time for me to loosen my feverishly judgments that relied on vague principles of safety. I went to the office of Director and brother told him of my nervousness. I never wanted to venture to touch such a catastrophe. And he had a responsibility to see without delay.
An hour later, the study missed, I found myself in the refectory at the table teachers perched on a podium, facing the Master brother, back to juniors who gossips as usual. A polite silence guided our conversations. We never talked this critical time nor the feelings which animated me or the attitude of the young explorer, except yesterday, fifty-four years after the event. Brother Marie-Albert remembered it as a fact among others, but that his memory was not the drama of my own memories.
was a time when the generosity prevailed on security, but not necessarily in the sense of responsibility.
Family life continued in peace with the tones of a customary joviality. I never even knew what had blocked the drain famous, or how it was unlocked.
A kind of raft of the Medusa
Any beach of any lake in the Laurentians had to float just offshore usually mounted on a raft of barrels. To overcome the instability of survival and escape the troubles of their storage, Real brother and I had imagined a structure of metal sliding legs that supported the uneven bottom of the lake, the raft would keep in place and he would be constantly upgraded.
The support structure is made of welded pipe arches stronger than the Quebec Bridge weighed very heavy. It took several pairs of arms and a few stops for breathlessness down to the lake. There was also no place to stand, reach the set at about fifty feet from shore, feet resting on a muddy bottom of variable depth. In
apprentice engineer at a virtual school of Archimedes, I imagined a flotation system that would push off the metal structure, to descend to the legs the required depth, to block it and remove the floats, mere empty oil barrels.
Four juniors of the highest and best swimmers were stationed at every corner and had, with cables, pull the legs down, dive in to fix each of them a broader base that would keep the raft and balanced level . In short, a very complicated for a simple operation. And it took just a barrel that looked more stable sliding on the side so that everything becomes unbalanced and collects at the bottom, head over heels in there taking shipmates and captain.
Five hours, I went back to Juvénat dripping with shame. My move triggered smiles like the sun round without umbrellas.
This raft was delivered the next day in balance. Equipped with a diving tower ladders and lines "design", he completed the development of private sandy beach that we had to force of arms and tips taken from the swamp that had previously prevailed in this end of the lake. We drew a glory of demiurge.
Berger unusual in the manger
To complete this series you with an event a little crazy, here's a memory I had quickly driven from my selective memory but I have been reminded so often that it deserves a moment of survival. We
December 24, around 23:00, just half an hour before I go trumpeting the Cor Jesu Ametur wake of juniors for the midnight mass. I was also the sexton of the house. As I set up a crib in the chapel with stained canvases leftover paint, imitation rocks left Bethlehem.
I was not satisfied with the lighting. Trying to remedy, I lost my balance and fell on one of the shepherds of plaster, waiting for the Divine Child, was doing his devotions. In shock, he burst into a thousand pieces. Colleagues alerted by the noise of the fall and rushed found me lying in the manger picking up both pieces of shepherd and my spirits. The giggles fusèrent and legend born from the carnage grows to the point of giving me the intention of raiding the union of the shepherds of Bethlehem. Another
than I rang the alarm in the dormitory and the midnight mass at midnight could start typing " as if nothing had happened " with the thunderous chant of "Midnight Christians !
After six years of Herculean labors, the Juvénat Chertsey could be classified, as was Mount Sacred Heart, in the category of the most beautiful sites in Quebec. It also boasted the functional nature of its organization. Several brothers from other provinces are emerging from inspiration. Lost in the woods, it was feared it would suit just to young and growing and full of vitality. Its isolation, instead of paralyzing the energies and spreading trouble, like nowhere else contributed to the development of a unique family spirit.
There was so much to do, we felt so at home we did not get bored. A new team of teachers took over during the holidays and put together a large number of crafts and introduction to different art forms: factory shade of wood, finely cut with a jigsaw, a collection of butterflies, herborization, manufactures jewelry etc.. The traditions of the hive Mount Sacred Heart there were transplanted and prospered there. The
Juvénat Chertsey, this jewel of red brick awkwardly cemented a wilderness, will mark the long and always the memory of its occupants, a family of sorcerers apprentices who have left their genius and their audacity.
A fantastic team
What made me the Juvénat 
Chertsey endearing, I think, is that it was a time of creation. One of those times that mobilizes all available energy and sets in motion all the talent is obvious or hidden. The routine creates robots that collide, creating creates geniuses come together.
Let me introduce you to my heart key shots for the geniuses who have shaped the Juvénat outside as inside.
Brother Gregory
In winter, on Saturday evening, sitting down the hall classes, pipe in mouth, nervous brother Gregory following the hockey game that opposes the Village at Juvénat. The window is its screen ( 
television had not yet entered our homes). The good brother takes office whenever there is hockey. There is both the role of commentator, referee and coach the game unfolding before him. This storm struck the windowsill, without challenges players that they can hear up forget smoking his pipe. After the game, he made the players Juvénat, recommendations and comments worthy of "The Hot Stove League" Charley Mayer and Jean-Maurice Baillly. The same brother
Gre Gregory, then surely his seventies, had worked all day nailing cedar shingles on the roof and walls of the camps of the study center of the brothers down the coast.
Petit, nervous, at first it seemed unsociable and never took the initiative of the conversation. He had already taught but nobody remembered.
At school, he worked secondly to the carpentry with his brother Georges-Andre, still young in their twenties, to complement the furniture store and home furnishings. He was also responsible for its maintenance. His
relaxing winter, except hockey, it was his rifle, he carried a small .22 in the shoulder, loaded with a single bullet. He left around 13:00, he had borrowed the beaten path in the snow and came back around 16:00. Inevitably, a hare hung from the tip of his rifle. His challenge: a ball, a hare. I've never seen back home empty-handed. He will enter the legend of hunters of small game.
In celebration of its golden jubilee of profession in 1955, he proved a fine speaker with handling through the turns and using good manners. Nobody had ever imagined as well.
His curriculum of life, then pulled out of mothballs, revealed the many burdens he had borne in her life without being suspected, so its size was small and his great humility: professor from small and large , New England and Quebec, in French and English, choirmaster, director and general factotum, etc.. A small pot with the best jams.
Brother Paul-Etienne
's brother Paul-Etienne, a St. Didace Lajoie, (they were three brothers in a community whose brother Real, professor at Juvénat). He suffered from diabetes. It was first used in Granby pendan t several years in the lingerie and clothing to classify the patch.
He came to Chertsey with the juniors in 1952 as handles riveted to the bulldozer's brother had bought the Rosary for the grading of the property of the parent. He broke new titan. Notching of the Mountain rocks rodent as a patient, the gardens turn into fertile fields in ball or tennis courts, moving large rocks like Sisyphus will never have seen, calculating the paths of the water, counteract the sticky mud of the Area Lake etc.. that's what made Stephen's brother Paul for three years when he lived in Chertsey.
Brother Fortunatus
Brother Fortuna 
t was a smile in the kitchen. There was everything and with a disconcerting ability and ease of the masters. At 14:00, his job was finished. He ascended to his room or going to take, single, a walk in nature. He took the job around 16:00 and everything was ready on time and cooked to perfection for each meal. On holidays, we have reserved special menus. With the grace of a smile, he seems to unexpected visitors caused by late or by electrical system failures. Any excursion included lunch he prepared carefully and thoroughly.
In community, often cooks, after a month or two of operation, became the target of much criticism. It is difficult to satisfy both the palate and stomach. But I've never heard of the criticisms of Fortunat brother nor the place of his kitchen.
Brother
Anatole Anatole's brother, dir., The same that was my first director at St. Victor, had not, in Chertsey, 
the responsibility of teaching. It was especially the auto and home supply. It is the image of a father always cheerful and happy to participate in our celebrations I especially retaining him.
Every Saturday, he or his brother Armand was to take me to university and wait at school Best, I return to my classes 16:00. He would sometimes mutter to this task he had to fill in all weathers. "It's simple ," I said one day, you just let me take my license and I will not bore you more with this task ". The privilege of driving the car was so sacred and reserved for so few elected officials that my remark had the gift to heal from any future desire to rant.
To occupy the evenings of Saturday evening, we had to come from the NFB or the embassies of various countries documentaries that were projected to juniors. I felt vaguely that Director's brother was ill at ease with some of these projections. Once I asked him to report the selected films and, I made a comment that tells me longer than any talk of his discomfort. " Ah! Your French films buttocks? "
Later, when television came into our walls, we had to get permission to use after 21:00. One Thursday, was projected to 23.00 "Misunderstanding" by Albert Camus. Camus was interested. I read "The Plague" and I wanted to see "misunderstanding". It was almost a martyr for him to give me permission to view. He came by twice during the show see "first hand" what was. I understood that his illness was that it was much of his time. Magnanimous man in his papacy (he was called Ti-pope), ten years later it will be my assistant in recruiting. It will honor my instructions religiously.
Brother Clarence
Brother Clarence was a Franco-American appointed Salois. In Juvénat he was professor of English, and handled in the 
infirmary. Jovial man, the laughter, he easily won the sympathy of all.
And what patience! He accepted every night to take a walk with me all the time and lasted for hiking, orders were to speak only English. He had the patience and good humor always correct me and correct my gibberish. As he suffered from deafness, the tone of our voice rose instinctively to the point that one could, of Juvénat follow our conversations thus entered the legends attached to his name and perhaps also to mine.
After the holidays of Christmas and New Year's Day in 1956 I believe, a flu epidemic covered his entire Juvénat contagion. Brother Clarence myself and we remain the only ones to remain standing and intact. I was his clerk to distribute in the dorm rooms and brothers broths and medicines. I could appreciate his courage and generosity.
In 1943, he was among the first group of brothers who founded the mission in Haiti. He had to return several years later because of difficulties unclear. Her tenacity earned Breton after 1960 should return there for several years. He occupied his leisure time to paint the warm colors of Haiti, his childhood and his character always blossomed into a wide smile.
Brother Marie-Albert
Brother Marie-Albert 
! What energy! How generous of heart and mind! In Maniwaki, where he spent several years before being appointed to Juvénat Granby, he was recognized as an enthusiastic teacher, brimming with talent and initiatives.
Juvénat The image of this land of paradise is transformed into rocks associated with his name and his energy. He practiced on an ascendant juniors out of the ordinary and had the gift to unfreeze the most timid to make employees to unconditional all jobs.
His dedication to his juniors twenty-four hours a day away from the body of teachers who were readily and too easily criticized him. It must have been very painful for him to bear in silence the weight of these criticisms or in his presence, the silences in our conversations mixed. The malice and jealousy arise often hidden under the best intentions.
In 1962, after ten years, as there was nothing more to do with Juvénat. Brother Marie-Albert volunteered as a missionary in Ivory Coast. He built a gigantic work. It was the race of builders. At
92 years, it remains today the sole survivor of the brothers who worked at Juvénat Chertsey. He makes himself useful to store the boarding school Sacred Heart, a task he performed for ten years. Together with the daily grind and with the same mischievous smile, he continued the work of evangelization of web pages that bathes its beautiful images and his good thoughts. To keep him alive, he would find him another challenge that only giants can overcome.
Brother George Andrew
Aircraft Flash! In St. Theodore, we were on the line of air protection Northern Command (NORAD) from the base, located in The Macaza. George's brother Andrew was responsible for recording the planes that flew over our heads and see the details of his observations to a central coordination of National Defence. He took his role very seriously.
On his birthday, so it away during the preparations, we simulated a monitoring call spec IALE that immobilized on the roof of Juvénat for two hours. And it was only when he issues him a certificate and a letter of recognition from the Canadian Royal Air Force we have shown him the trick of the special mission he had received through us.
We could have a more dedicated service man's brother Georges-Andre. I think he has beaten all records for longevity Juvénat St. Theodore. He had come with the opening of the center site study in 1949 and remained there until its closure in 1990.
Brother Andre John Andre
Brother John was the man of versatile talents to make jealous all those who côtoyaie 
nt. But his warm sympathy if the gift had to dissolve Germ any misunderstandings or hostility. Good teacher
conquering laughter, he easily won the confidence of all its students. He taught Latin elements. Methodical, he made everything easy to understand and learn. Choirmaster, he led the singing with elegance and tact. When it came time for decorations, he drew everything and colors with ease. He especially excelled as a director. At each festival, he climbed a skit, a musical or recitations that were always the gift to please and delight.
From him I also keep the memory of her relentless fight cons of each morning sleep. Born prematurely, he said he was sleep deprived. He might stand or kneel for meditation, sleep was always right in his head, until lunch, swaying dangerously. But for him, it was never a reason to fail in his duty of attendance.
He transferred to the Postulate of Rosemere, where he was holder of Latin classes for several years. He took charge of the Haitian-Canadian College in Port-au-Prince, then returned to the boarding of Rosemere where he ended his days in the serenity that had been the hallmark of his life yet very active. He was taken away by cancer that he fought bravely for more than two years.
Brother Armand called "early music". is also noteworthy. He assured the organ accompaniments to all liturgical services. He made the same service to the recreation room at all the festivals that united the community. All small works of repair or arrangement that requires finesse and tact it cared for. He wore the sequelae of tuberculosis when he was young, had nearly cost him his life.
Real Brother
Real Brother of my race was a little awkward at all. It was quite intellectual and I enjoyed chatting with him on all sorts of topics.
He had acquired a profound knowledge of Latin literature and Roman civilization. Director of studies, he excelled in the attention paid to any document and its classification. At the opening of the 
parent Rosemere, in 1957, he transferred to Scholasticate.
In 1967, he joined the substantive theses of renewal initiated by Vatican II Pastoral. He engaged in a charismatic movement, was ordered priest and, at the close of Juvénat Chertsey, he founded the house Jesus Teacher, a center for reflection and spiritual renewal it animated for almost fifteen years.
He died after a car accident and I could not even attend his funeral. Previously, he led me to the bedside of Brother André-Jean, who is terminally ill, fought with courage and serenity against cancer. The departure of these brothers was my grief that I was alive and showed how sensitive ties of friendship that we developed in our shared commitment to Juvénat St. Theodore.
mystery and depth of beings, loves and destinies of a life
Of the seventeen brothers with whom I lived in Juvénat 1954 to 1958, there remains only one survivor community, either Brother Marie Albert. Already twelve of them are buried in the cemetery of the community and five have left me as the years of the debacle. In all my years of teaching under the old regime, the group of brothers who achieved the highest retention rate is 72.2%.
Teach Juvénat was cake
The Juvénat then offered GED Science (8th, 9th, 10th) and the classical elements including Latin Syntax, Method and versification. I teach first grade 9 (1954-55) and tenth (1955-56) and the syntax for the past two years.
Teach Juvénat was cake. Everything a teacher could wish for and even more was permanently filled. There were hours of regular studies. A reduced number of students (classes of fifteen to twenty-five students at Juvénat Chertsey). We had before us Young intelligent, eager to know and experienced in the discipline of study. The cream of schools in the province of Quebec.
No union can never negotiate working conditions as favorable.
few crumbs of cake
I am with my physics lab tenth grade students 
, twenty juniors who, in February, will all applicants. For an hour we have a great time to have fun with a small head crudely fashioned from a piece of wire which we vary the loads and support points. We study have fun in the laws of gravity and equilibrium conditions.
Another day of physics class occupied the whole of the basement stairs to the dormitory. We repeated the experiment of the barrel of Pascal which allowed to discover the laws and measures atmospheric pressure. The lab was small and poorly equipped. All juniorate could serve as a lab and no one should pass remarks.
Each class had its image, its rallying cry and her singing group. There was inevitably two study periods per day. During these times 
study, silence was to hear a pin drop. And I really learned my Latin teacher in the syntax.
The Monday morning we did the Pledge of Allegiance and sang with a fervor of patriotic O Canada followed by the singing class.
Every month, there were reading notes (figures) and tables of honor seemed even Voice of Mount Sacred Heart . Were organized from time to time competitions that focused on memorable dates in the history of Canada on the world and their capitals, the rules of syntax the most preposterous and the most bizarre spellings may display language French. All committed in these intellectual jousting with a zeal worthy of the brave Spartans.
Teach Juvénat was the cake even though the position required an availability of more than forty hours a week.
holiday under the rigor of Thomism
In August 1954, I passed my final exams in philosophy for the BA. Study philosophy without a teacher is a bit like being in conversation with itself. The manual was a basic philosophy Briefs of Henry Grenier. To have some confidence to pass the exam, he had practically learned by heart.
This fundamentally Thomistic thought gave me a taste of further reflection. So I choose after obtaining a Bachelor of pushing my studies in philosophy and I joined the holidays 1955-56-57 courses offered by the University Laval in Quebec for the BA in philosophy. About fifty men and women religious and lay people attended these courses. We were six brothers of the Sacred Heart of different provinces all in this community school residence St-Pascal de Quebec. Every morning, a taxi to eight seats, almost a limo, we brought Path Ste-Foy, Pavilion philosophy from Laval University.
Mr. Charles de Koninck , father of twelve children, including Jean-Marie de Koninck we know, there was teaching metaphysics.
He walked to and fro in front of the class, talking on the chance that it illustrated the concept by using images that made him visible and tangible. Finally, I never knew if the chance exists or does not exist. Our illustrious teacher thought he might have a powerful spirit by the conjunction of all the determinants would predict a bee to eleven hours and twenty-two minutes down on the pink bed of the Institute a good brother of St. Vincent de Paul came to water?
If I never knew what he really thought, with this teacher I can remember, I learned that you could, like children playing with the concepts, turn to one side or the other, provided we can assume as adults the consequences of our rational thoughts and learning how to live and think with our century relativity already posed as a beacon of modern times. An image
Emile Simard, owner of the course Nature and scope of the scientific method , served me 
long key to solving the apparent contradiction dictions between the truths of faith and those of science. Its volume was illustrated by a fishing ur comfortably seated in his boat and, pulling his net water, said: " What my net does not is not fish" Replace the net reason or science and you will understand the impotence of reason to grasp the reality. These statements and discussions that accompanied them gave more teeth to the doubts I was trying to suppress the existence of God, its uniqueness and the foundations of the religions that are trying to prove it.
These holidays the study of philosophy also allowed me to experience dazzling colleagues for their intelligence and their admirable commitment to the cause of education and the Institute. Three of them later became provincial superior and two labored in the missions they founded in New Caledonia and Australia.
Swan Song
" Handpicked . It was an expression used frequently to boast higher house staff training.
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Some unease was the fact that Clement also, my brother was in Chertsey juniors the year where I was appointed. I remember the first day of my arrival he came to me in my dorm where j'aménageais penates. Naturally, I jumped into his arms. His host made me happy but I thought it my duty to warn that Juvénat I was a teacher like any other and that there would be no blank check because he was my brother.
The Denial of St. Peter also had to be based on sound justifications
Chertsey When I left in 1958, large doors opened before me. That of an otherwise fascinating by its mysteries and its reputation, they reviewed the information at its source, that of a home that grew to the extent of the universe. The opening of Jesus Magister, a welcome initiative in continuity, first, practice development brothers in religious studies and also in the wake of bringing communities dedicated to education of youth. The
Juvénat Chertsey reproduced the pattern of most of the houses of religious formation of the time. Wonders of balance and common sense, fruit of a long maturation and skillful conciliation with the requirements of all kinds.
After fifty-two years, reviewing in flashback episodes that have marked my four years at Juvénat Chertsey, I hardly untie a certain nostalgia, this weird feeling that wraps a shroud a time, places familiar beings expensive, trace paths, habits will of itself, recognized vocabularies, time scheduled, future tame ... and everything that touches the lives of every day, all that characterizes a community and a way being and distinguishes it from others.
Nostalgia tenacious but powerless against anything that is obsolete or is endangered.
This time the peak of his performance was already passed. There would be no new orders for it. Other riders shows up on the runway. Energy sources dried up, it must resign itself to pass the torch.
This time seems so like costumes adorned decade will bear no more, costume rehearsal for a final performance. The tight-knit community will make her little lap as others have done the same with bows, mimicking the same conventions that respects the same labels marked by the same traditions. But it will be a last lap. A final performance a swan song.
The swan song repeated at each of the jewels of this period was magnanimous and magnificent, like the time had been.
recruitment hiring is abundant, the houses were operating in full training and had even extended the time of preparation of subjects, well-sealed bubbles communities were sown to the winds and carried to various soils seed promising. The Chronicles of Voice overflowing with vitality and its honor rolls showed a brilliant track record. And during these years also, the influence of missionaries covered the entire planet. Some provinces, however young, will separate and it will still work in progress a few houses of formation, but this will past.
If that is a brilliant swansong he often leaves vibrate sad overtones. Those who announce the curtain falls. We then have the feeling, or it can be seen fairly quickly, that the experiences gained will be used more carefully, the forms of recruitment that ensured a rich and dynamic reports will no longer produce, bulletin honors will display more conquests or exploits and festive atmosphere will resonate more within these walls so frequently decorated with banners. It will even remove names strong applause at the prestigious halls of fame Community. This last lap like a brilliant flash lasted only a few years, barely a decade.
The three years I spent in Rome, from 1958 to 1961 will be for me as the " no man's land" between the past and what will the bridge between two eras that follow, the a well defined but gone, the other advises, embryonic and misty but soon all will occupy center stage and all the time the Western world.
Why must die to be reborn? Why the new wine can not fill the old bottles?
I have three years to review and readjust my place in a changing world. I then, unknowingly, a tightrope walker precariously balanced on a tightrope between two worlds.
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