Two Notre Dame legends have passed away recently, so I wanted to stop in for some quick remembrances.
First, Ralph McInerny passed away in January. I was very blessed to take two courses from the man, one an introduction to the thought of Aquinas, and the other on the thought of Kierkegaard and Newman. Despite spending two whole semesters with him, though, I’m deeply saddened by the fact that I didn’t take the time to get to know him better.
Professor McInerny was among the first to introduce me to many of the great Catholic thinkers of the 20th century, even if only in passing comments – he had the wonderful and rare ability to go off on tangents that actually mattered – or in a random lecture in McKenna Hall: thinkers like Maritain, Newman, Bernanos, and Gilson, not to mention some of the legendary former faculty of my alma mater (most notably Yves Simon) and the great Catholic literary figures of the 20th century – Flannery O’Connor, Evelyn Waugh, and so on. One of my fondest memories at Notre Dame was this talk McInerny gave on G.K. Chesterton’s visit to campus. In just a brief lecture, I was introduced for really the first time to the broader history of Notre Dame (aside from football), to Chesterton’s poetry, especially The Arena, and to the idea of Chesterton as an author open to serious academic study.
And hearing Professor McInerny speak is itself an amazing treat, especially in a more intimate setting. His words were always carefully crafted, and he told a story so well:
As we go about the present day campus it is well to recall the giants who walked here in the past. We have, I suspect, an insufficient sense of the history of this place. A visit to the community cemetery off the road that runs from the grotto to St. Mary’s is to a kind of Arlington Cemetery of the Congregation of Holy Cross. There one finds the graves of the first generation, Father Sorin and his companions, and of all subsequent generations of Holy Cross religious lyng row after row under crosses of identical size….Frank O’Malley is one of the few lay professors buried in the community cemetery, but a visit to Cedar Grove Cemetery on Notre Dame Avenue, just south of the bookstore, can seem, to someone of my vintage, a kind of faculty meeting of the departed. The coordinates of space we occupy are haunted by this past, and its influence on us goes largely unrecognized, when not willfully ignored. It is an oddity of this place that it constantly sees itself as at Square One in a way that verges on impiety.
To recent students, McInerny was truly the rock that held the Catholic identity of Notre Dame together. He taught at Our Lady’s university for more than fifty years, and though he expressed sadness with the direction our school is taking, he always seemed to have a profound, though usually unspoken, sense of hope. For me personally, his mere presence on campus seemed a verification of the reasons we were there, both in the broader scope as well as in the more practical (e.g., why there instead of Franciscan or Ave Maria or Thomas Aquinas or Christendom or Dallas, etc., a question with which many of us were frequently confronted, even in those days before monologues or Obama). Professor McInerny had seen it all, and stayed on to fight the fight through some very bad times, and (while I was a student, anyway) the times seemed to be changing. After all, several key departments are getting better rather than worse, the young C.S.C. priests are wonderful, and more and more students truly interested in the Catholic intellectual tradition seem to come to Notre Dame year after year.
In a video of a lecture he gave at a previous Center for Ethics and Culture Fall Conference, Professor McInerny said,
When parents come and talk to me about their kids coming to Notre Dame, and they’re concerned about their faith and so forth, I’ve never hesitated to urge them to come here. All my kids went to Notre Dame…I never hesitated, so it’s not as if, if one wishes things had pursued another path, that you would say that what we’re here for cannot be done; of course it can be.
It is largely due to McInerny’s presence over the past half-century that that statement is true today – that the true ends of education can still be pursued at Notre Dame. Generations of domers owe an immense gratitude to a true Notre Dame icon. Ralph McInerny made me appreciate the wonderful gift of the education I received at Notre Dame, and he deepened my love for the place at least tenfold. It is hard to imagine a Notre Dame without him.
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I unfortunately have much less to say about Gail Walton, director of the Notre Dame Liturgical Choir, which primarily sings at the 10:00 a.m. Mass at the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. I only met her a couple times, and was only conducted by her once, while playing saxophone for Commencement Mass.
While Gail’s impact on my time at Notre Dame was perhaps more indirect than McInerny’s, it was also much more primary. The beautiful Basilica Masses were at the very center of my Notre Dame experience, and if not for the knowledge that there was a chance for something better in the liturgies at ND than what I had experienced in 18 years of parish life, I very well may have ended up elsewhere.
The truth is, I briefly considered auditioning for the Liturgical Choir when I was a freshman, but ultimately decided that a) I had no singing experience in a group with harmony since my voice had changed and b) it would probably be very tough to juggle with marching band. Not auditioning is really one of my greatest regrets from college, as I’ve since gained so many great friends who were involved with liturgical music at ND.
If we’re really serious about liturgy being the true first expression of the Faith, then liturgical musicians have to be acknowledged as some of the most important stewards of the Faith outside the clergy. Gail was responsible for my first real experiences of liturgical beauty, and thus had an unpronounceable impact on my life.
For more on Gail Walton, check out the reflections of my friends Mary Liz and Brian