Editor's Blog

Joseph Wakelee-Lynch


September 25, 2010

The editor of this university’s magazine did not attend this university. The editor of this university’s magazine occasionally regrets that. He particularly feels it at the university’s annual Alumni Reunion Weekend, which is occurring this very weekend.

Last night, the editor was invited to sit in on part of the dinner reception for the graduates of Loyola University of 1960. Actually, he stood leaning against a wall as far back in the room as he could, so as not to get in the way. He went because he knew that the stories he’d hear would teach him important university history, including tales of adventures pranks, and summonses to the perturbed dean of students’ office. Fortunately for the editor, lots of stories were told. He thinks a few may be printable.

When the editor arrived, there already was plenty of laughter and teasing. As the night went on and the memories flowed, the conversation began to shift away from shenanigans toward reflections on the education the alumni had received. “My small university gave me a big education,” the editor heard one say.

The names of professors, teachers, administrators and, as they were called then, secretaries were mentioned increasingly often. Even 50 years later, the men remembered the names of the university’s department secretaries. And then one asked, “Who else hasn’t been named? Who are we forgetting to mention?” Taylor, Foxworthy, Sullivan, Kilp — “Giants,” someone said. The names became part of a litany, the editor thought. The evening by no means turned overly solemn. Yet the alumni offered thanks to their teachers, none of them present, who had made them better people.

Earlier that evening, the editor, being a hard-working sort of a guy, was at his desk after hours. A recent alumnus who had worked for the university after graduation stopped by. He was excited to be back on campus, especially for the reunion. He asked how people were doing and spoke proudly about some of the work he saw taking place at the university.

When the evening was nearly at an end, the editor thought, “How interesting that that the young man, who probably recalls the combination to his campus mailbox, feels much the same pride and gratitude as the alumni who left campus 50 years ago.” He and they attended vastly different universities. But if asked about his college memories, the recent grad would rattle off name after name, the “giants” who taught him classroom and life lessons. His litany also would include professors and staff members, Jesuits and laypeople, and — most definitely — nuns.

On the way home, the editor wondered again abut what it would have been like if he had gone to this university.

(Photo by Andres Andrieu ’13)

A Welcome to the Lion’s Den

September 2, 2010
There were neighborhoods in this country in the ’50s and ’60s where no one’s kids went to Notre Dame University, yet, it seemed, everybody rooted for the Irish. Mine was one. In my Irish Catholic Philadelphia parish, you’d think we had produced more Domers than priests. But here’s the score on that point, as best as I recall: Priests-4, ND alums-0. That may have been the only Irish loss that didn’t stick in the craw of my aunts, uncles and friends at St. Anne’s. I’m not sure things have changed much in some Catholic circles. My brothers and sisters, for example, proudly carry the ND flag. Notre Dame still is the elephant in the sanctuary — the loudest Irishman in the pub, perhaps — and that goes far beyond athletics. Notre Dame has become one of the nation’s top-flight universities. As recently as 1960, perhaps no Catholic college could make that claim. I’m not the only education professional who confronts a problem and thinks, “I wonder how they deal with this at Notre Dame?” And as editor of LMU Magazine, I’ll confess that I read ND’s university magazine not to learn what my peer, Kerry Temple, is doing but simply because I like it. I no longer live in my Irish Catholic shtetl. Here in Westchester, I’ve been intrigued to see connections between Notre Dame and LMU, not least because they involve the legendary Knute Rockne. The Rock went to college — Notre Dame, of course — with one of our own legendary football coaches, Tom Lieb. Later, Lieb became Rockne’s assistant coach. Knute also visited our campus and was photographed at Sullivan Field (Rockne is in the dark suit in the photo above, with Lieb in the light suit). In 1931, scenes from “The Spirit of Notre Dame,” the first Knute Rockne film, were shot on Sullivan Field. Last, Rockne himself was once offered the title Head Football Coach, Loyola University. He turned it down. In a few days — Sunday, Sept. 12, at 11 a.m. — Notre Dame and LMU paths will cross again. They also crossed memorably last December when our men’s basketball came home from South Bend with an 87-85 victory at the Joyce Center (just thought that was worth mentioning). This time, Notre Dame’s women’s soccer team will arrive at fabled Sullivan Field to play our women’s team. Last year, the Irish advanced to the NCAA semi-finals, losing 1-0 to the eventual champion, North Carolina. They’re an excellent team this year, too, one well worth seeing. But sometimes a line must be drawn. When one of your “cousins” goes up against an outsider, you get behind your cousin, no questions asked. When your cousin comes to your house, or field — well, choices must be made. In fact, that’s what I plan to tell my four nephews and one niece who are Fighting Irish alumni. They didn’t grow up in the old neighborhood, so they may not know the rules. And I have no choice but to tell it to my own sister, who just happens to work at Notre Dame University and who just happens to be a nun. She knows the rules. My relatives can’t make the game (“We will fight in every game,” green blood in the veins — I’m a little disappointed; I’m just sayin’ ...). But you can bet there will be a lot of people wearing green and making noise in the Sullivan Field stands that day. In fact, the Notre Dame Club of Los Angeles has sent an e-mail blast to its membership encouraging them to support their team — yes, I’ve seen the e-mail. Let’s make the visitors feel welcome, truly welcome. But let’s remind them: We’re welcoming them to the Lion’s Den. If you know about other LMU-Notre Dame connections, please share them in the Comments section below. (Photo courtesy of the William H. Hannon Library Archives and Special Collections)