***Another Way To Seek A
Newer World-For Brother Ronald Callahan Who Has Done Good In This World
From The Pen Of Frank
Jackman
A few years ago I had
an occasion to write a short piece honoring the work of a fellow classmate from
the North Adamsville High School (Massachusetts ) Class of 1964, Brother Ronald
Callahan, who had as my old Irish grandmother would say, say looking at me directly,
“the calling.” This classmate had devoted himself in his chosen way to “do good”
in the world as a Catholic Xaverian brother. Doing good by ministering to the
sick, the needy, those who have no other recourse, those who found themselves for
whatever reason behind jail bars, and the “olvidados,” the lost and forgotten of
the earth.
This year as we celebrate
our 50th anniversary of graduation from old North the class reunion committee
has created a website to facilitate communications and round us up for probably
one last time collectively. I, after a little editing, placed that piece on the
Message Forum page for all his fellow classmates who have joined the site to
see. I also hoped for a response in his own words and he graced those pages
with a very interesting reply about the work he had done over the years. He
also sent me a private e-mail (which he said was okay to make public, although
I am only making my responses public) discussing a very different subject-our growing
up poor in the old working class. Those remarks follows the sketch:
For Oratorian Brother
Ronald Callahan- North Adamsville High School Class of 1964- Another Way To
Seek A Newer World
Frank Jackman , Class of 1964,
comment:
Usually when I have had an occasion
to use the word “brother” it is to ask for something like –“Say brother, can
you spare a dime?” And have cursed, under my breathe of course, when I have not
received recognition of and, more importantly, dough for my down and out status
which required the use of that statement. Or I have used it as a solidarity word
when I have addressed one of the male members of the eight million political
causes that I have worked on in my life-“Brother Jones has made very good
point. We should, of course, storm heaven to get this government to stop this
damn war (fill in whatever war is going on at the time and you will not be far
off).” Here, in speaking of one of my fellow North Adamsville High School
classmates, Brother Ronald Callahan, I am using the term as a sincere
honorific. For those of you who do not know Brother Ronald is a member of the
Oratorian Brothers, a Catholic order somewhere down on the hierarchical ladder
of the Roman Catholic Church. Wherever that rung is, he, as my devout Irish
Catholic grandmother, the one who lived over on Young Street and was regarded by
one and all as a “saint” (if only for having put up with a cranky, I am being
kind here, grandfather), would say (secretly hoping, hoping against hope, that
it would apply to me), had the “calling” to serve the Church.
Now Brother Ronald and I, except for
a few sporadic e-mails over the last couple of years, have neither seen nor
heard from each other since our school days. So this is something of an
unsolicited testimonial on my part (although my intention is to draw him out
into the public spotlight to write about his life and work of which I have a
glimmer of long time ago recognition). Moreover, except for a shared youthful
adherence to the Roman Catholic Church which I long ago placed on the back
burner of my life there are no religious connections that bind us together now.
At one time, I swear, that I did delight in arguing, through the dark North
Adamsville beach night, about the actual number of angels that could dance on
the head of a needle, and the like, but that is long past. I do not want to comment
on such matters, in any case, but rather on the fact of Brother Ronald’s doing
good in this world.
We, from an early age, are told, no,
ordered by parents, preachers, and Sunday school teachers that while we are
about the business of ‘making and doing’ in the world to do good, or at least
to do no evil. Most of us got that ‘making and doing’ part, and have paid
stumbling, fumbling, mumbling lip service to the last part. Brother Ronald, as
his profession, and as a profession of his faith, and that is important here,
choose a different path. Maybe not my path, and maybe not yours, but certainly
in Brother Ronald’s case, as old Abe Lincoln said, the “better angels of our
nature” prevailed over the grimy struggle for this world’s good. Most times I
have to fidget around to find the right endings to my commentaries, but not on
this one. You did good, real good, Brother. And from the ragtag remnant of the
Salducci’s Pizza Parlor corner boys in the old North Adamsville hang-out good
night- All honor to Brother Ronald Callahan.
“Brother Ronald –thanks
for note- I loved that the movie (and book), The Friends of Eddie Coyle, with Robert Mitchum and based on George
V. Higgins novel (and probably based on the now captured Whitey Bulger’s life
or one of his crowd, or close to it) although I did not know the movie had
scenes filmed in North Adamsville. I do remember Dorchester, Boston Garden, and
downtown Boston scenes.
Funny that your area of
town was called the “poverty pit” [part of the film was shot in his old neighborhood
and his father, maybe rightly, had been upset that the film company had called
the area that name] because I grew up in a shack of a house (with my two
brothers, one who dropped out and should have been in our Class of 1964 and the
other was Class of 1966) on Maple Street near Donegan Brothers Garage on Fillmore
Street and people called that area “the wrong side of the tracks” too
(including my grandparents who were born and raised on Sagamore Street-but that
is another story).
All I know was that
it was a tough dollar growing up poor, with hand-me-downs and big wanting habits
that never got satisfied, when a lot of our classmates were a step above I
think (although recent trips back make me thing that was just a relative thing).
I carry that mark of po’ boy with me (as you do) but I have not forgotten,
unlike others who moved up in the world, my roots and on the questions of war
and peace, social and economic justice I know I have stood on the “right side
of the angels.” As you have, my brother Brother. Later- Frank-and don’t forgot those Ms. Sonos
memories when you get a change [our senior year English teacher.”
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