Doug Roll and Matt Monahan

Wine Tour in the Finger Lakes (from Doug Roll)

I am going to set up a wine tour in our region for sometime in October.
I need to know:
1. Are you interested
2. What is ( are ) the best weekend(s) in October for you.
3. How many will be coming with you.
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The bus tour itself is around $25/person. We'll be able to bring food and beverages on the bus-It will be a great time! I'll arrange for a group of rooms at one of our hotels-they book up quickly in the Fall so please let me know right away if you are interested. We'll also have a barbecue at our house that Saturday nite-(In Geneva New York ) Bring your sweaters & sweatshirts especially if its late October.
-Doug
Also, if you see that I have not sent to everyone please forward with a cc to me.
Thanks again!
Nice article Matt Monahan!

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Bill Kearns

From: Tom@Kearns.net
Sent: Friday, September 03, 2004 11:26 PM
To: 'Vale702@aol.com
Subject: RE: how are you?

Matt,

It's always great to hear from you. I really enjoyed your article in The Tablet.

Yes, I have many ties...

My father, Thomas Kearns was born in Brooklyn. He was one of six children to Annie and Richard Kearns both from Ireland. My Godfather was Bill Kearns. Your father probably remembers Uncle Bill. He married Virginia Schneider from the same neighborhood. Unfortunately my records with exact addresses are in storage as I settle into Dallas, TX. Uncle Bill and Aunt Virginia had three children. Billy and Donald graduated from Molloy. Billy was on the Varsity B team and was a year behind us. Donald was two years behind us. Ginnie was a year ahead of us and graduated from Mary Louis. Ginnie attended first grade at OLA while the Catholic School was being built in Woodside where they grew up. Aunt Virginia lives with Ginny. All three are very successful with great families and live in the Hamptons. We visit at the holidays.

My Uncle Jack had three boys Richard, Kevin and John. They grew up in Rockville Center. All three graduated from Molloy. John Kearns was in the class ahead of us. Jack and Bill Kearns worked for American Airlines.

Aunt Marie (Kearns) married John Vahey from Brooklyn and had two children Richard and Claire. They graduated from Molloy and Mary Louis. Uncle Dick (Richard Kearns) married Anne Conway. They raised three girls who went to Resurrection Assent ion in Woodhaven. All three became nuns. Both Linda Kearns and Claire Vahey taught at Our Lady of Mercy in Forest Hills.

To change the subject, we have got to get you on the OLA Blog. It is very easy to read our Blog by pointing your Browser to: http://www.olareunion.blogspot.com/. I will sent you an invitation to join the Blog so that you can post to it. If that doesn't work, I'll send you an email address that will allow you to post to the blog by simply sending it an email.

I'll get you there somehow. We can set up a time, I'll call you to walk through the process.

Keep in touch. I'll post this to the OLA Blog.

-Tom

From: Vale702@aol.com [mailto:Vale702@aol.com]
Sent: Friday, September 03, 2004 10:26 AM
To: tom@kearns.net
Subject: how are you?

Tom, I guess you're in Texas by now. I hope the move from Atlanta went smoothly. I was talking with my father, who grew up at 263 12th Street in Brooklyn, between 4th and 5th avenues. He remembers a Bill Kearns and thinks that he's an uncle of yours. Did you have a Brooklyn family tie, not a musical tie, a family tie. I can still picture your quick draw of a tie's knot. I saw an email from the OLA girl from Queens of Martyrs a year or two ahead of us and she mentioned Mrs. O'Leary and the OLA blog and I'm embarrassed to say I still haven't gotten on the blog and ask if I can bother you on more time about how to sign on. -- Matt

Alumni Find Happy Memories at Reunions by Matthew Monahan

The Tablet

August 28, 2004

Alumni Find Happy Memories at Reunions
by Matthew Monahan

When my 15-year-old daughter, Margaret, answered the phone and called out, Dad, it’s Carol Strauss, she did not realize that at that second pages were flying off the calendar like those flashback scenes in old movies. The last time I spoke with Carol was in 1969 when 36 solemn students graduated from Our Lady of the Angelus in Rego Park. She was part of a core group of alumni from Our Lady of the Angelus organizing our first reunion.
It started a year ago when Leo von Reissig, an intense international banker, decided to make the effort to locate the scattered classmates whose common bond was a red brick school off the beaten path, unlike our more visible neighbors, Our Lady Queen of Martyrs in Forest Hills and Resurrection- Ascension in Rego Park. Using various lists and directories, and striking out numerous times, he located a couple of dozen of us. Our e-mail exchanges helped surface a few more and before you could say, Alexander’s, there was talk of a class reunion for those who graduated and those who left beforehand.

The kids who were organizers back then, picked up the ball and during their spare time spent countless hours polling the class for the date most of the group could attend. Since many of us have ties to the old neighborhood and OLA is located close to LaGuardia for those who would fly in and stay over, a lounge near the airport was chosen for the event. The excitement was building as some 20 signed up.

I had only seen a handful of classmates over the years and I was not sure how easily recognizable we would be. I vainly attempted to lose a few pounds as the reunion neared. The big day arrived and with traffic lighter than expected, I got to the hotel a little early and set about trying to find the OLA space. It’s as if no one wanted to miss a minute of the experience as people started arriving one after another and like little candles coming together, we formed a warm, bright zone of our own.

By every objective standard, we looked fantastic. Had there been a matching column test, we would have been able to connect people to their occupations. The class cut-up keeps people in stitches at comedy clubs in the region and the studious boy with steady hands stitches peoples lives back together as a trauma center surgeon. Several have gone into education and one has entered the consecrated life. We ran the gamut of single and married. Parents have children spanning kindergarten to college. None of us has escaped loss or hardship.

Yet no matter where we have been, what we do or where we live, our common bond of receiving our primary education from devoted Sisters of Charity and dedicated laypersons keeps us together. What was so wonderful was that the evening was not just going back in time and staying there. So much of the evening was spent discussing the present and looking to the future. A few alums brought spouses and the striking thing was they know each other, but we knew them first!

Some from out-of-town arrived early and drove back to the school and church in the neighborhood that has held up well. The school with one of each grade now has kindergarten and pre-school. The dusty, dirt softball field has become a sodded soccer field named for a beloved pastor emeritus, Father William Hickey.

Of course, there were the recollections. I wished I had brought my tiny, blue, OLA tie with the little holes from where the miraculous medal was pinned. Photos and graduation autograph books were passed around. The guys remembered being the last class of altar boys who learned the Prayers at the Foot of the Altar in Latin and the times Father Barry Frazzitta celebrated Mass in the vernacular by himself turning to face the people before the altar was modified.

When we spoke about our teachers, it was with smiles and affection. I remembered finishing a math exam and handing it to Sister Regina Rose with a nod of self-satisfaction. She peered at it through rimless glasses and instead of putting it down, wordlessly handed it back. Taken aback, I went to my desk, went through the problems again, and returned with the test. Sister again gave it a look and then gave me a look. Feeling the redness in my face creep from chin to top of the ears, I returned to my desk and this time discovered an error. I did some erasing, fixed it and went back yet again. This time she scanned the paper, kept it, and shot me the tiniest of grins. I made a hasty exit and then made it a habit to double or triple check my work.

Like the past 35 years, the reunion passed all too quickly. With the Internet, we’ve been keeping in touch and another classmate has been found in Missouri.

As cardboard cartons of brand new books are opened across the diocese, dedicated and devoted teachers are getting ready for their students. Millions of memories are about to be created. Happy new year.