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Presidential politics now: ND students invisibly engaged

By Mary Kate Malone '08


Curious about the interest of Notre Dame students in the presidential primaries, political science Professor David Campbell decided to broach the subject over lunch with a few of his students in South Dining Hall.

“Are students talking about the elections when they’re not in class? Do they care?” he asked them.…

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A place to call home

By Susan Guibert '87, '93MCA


For senior Calleen Jones, Notre Dame has redefined the word “home.”

In 2005, the only home Calleen had ever known was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. “The University waived tuition and fees for students affected by Katrina,” she says. “My mama lost her job after Katrina struck and had to move first to Texas then to Baton Rouge.”…

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Letter from Campus: Art Harvey, his presence endures

By Reginald F. Bain '57


Father Arthur S. Harvey, CSC, was a presence. I first became aware of that presence as a freshman more than half a century ago at a rehearsal in Washington Hall. I noticed a black-clad man observing our work from the shadows of the back row of the theater and asked a friend, “Who is that?” He replied, “That’s the man who is going to take over the theater next year.”…

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Favorite Campus Corners

By Readers


Jeremiah, an obscure sculpture located just south of the main door to Grace Hall, with his iron yoke and face of sorrow symbolizes our heavy burdens. And yet hope prevails.

Did Waldemar Otto realize how many thousand of students, faculty and staff would, over the years, walk past and around this statue?…

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The Sunset Trip

By Wayne Scheer

When it was time to retire after 25 years as a college professor, I knew it. No fuss, no bother. On my last day, I turned off the lights in my office, closed the door behind me and attached a note that read: “Wayne has left the building.”

That’s the way I tell the story now.

In reality, I fretted more over taking early retirement than I did over asking out a girl for the first time. I really had no reason to retire at age 55, except that I could. I was eligible for a pension, and we could afford it.…

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The Shop Window Beckons

By James Behrens

There is a store in Manhattan, on the city’s west side. It is a small place. I passed it not too long ago and noticed some writing on the window. I stopped and read the words: “Behind All This Some Great Happiness is Hiding.”

The words were done in what looked to be white paint, and below the words, behind the window, were hundreds of items offered for sale. There were colorful vases and books about nature. There were beads made from shiny stones and balloons of different colors. Old photos were in frames, propped up against porcelain dolls that looked as old as the photographs. It looked to be a store that sold collectibles and a real potpourri of odds and ends, and everything in between.…

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The Faithfully Departing

By Dawn Goldsmith

The only thing I ever asked from my husband is that he never leave me.

Through 35 years of marriage he has honored my request. We have spent more of our lives together than apart.

On a peaceful October Sunday we sat in our family room. A football game blared on the television, and no nasty chores clamored for attention. Derrol and I sank into our chairs, feeling the first pleasure that comes from letting go and sinking into the overstuffed hug of pure comfort. It was our 35th wedding anniversary.…

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Web extra: more favorite campus corners

By Readers

The arch in Lyons Hall and the smaller pass-through arch beneath the tower of Howard Hall make graceful transitions to another world, varying by season and time of day. There is the arrival at the top of the stairs leading to Lyons’ arch, set on the diagonal, where one can pause to look back at Saint Mary’s Lake. Passing through reveals the expansive cross-quad, now in full light. The diagonal is aimed almost precisely at South Dining Hall, connecting the lake and dining hall with one another in that brief moment of recognition. I often think at such times of Ralph Adams Cram and especially of Francis Kervick, the professor of architecture in the 1920s whose genius placed these buildings in this relationship in his plan for the campus. Kervick and Vincent Fagan designed Howard, Morrissey and Lyons and were instrumental in securing the internationally famous Cram for the dining hall. I like to think of these men in mutual respect for one another’s abilities to create places of great beauty.…

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Seen and heard on the Notre Dame campus

By John Nagy ’00M.A.

February 17 was a painful day for the Notre Dame family, as students learned of the unrelated deaths of two of their peers: second-year law student Timothy R. Aher, who lived in Ilford, England, while studying in the London Law Programme, and sophomore Connor P. McGrath. The University did not release information about the cause of either student’s death, but police investigators said in McGrath’s case, his diabetes may have been a factor. . . . Friends remembered Aher

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Death in the family: Paul P. Weinstein

By Notre Dame Magazine staff


Paul P. Weinstein, professor emeritus of biological sciences and a leading authority on parasitology, vector biology and public health, died January 5 at the Saint Joseph Regional Medical Center in South Bend. He was 88.

Weinstein began his distinguished career close to his Brooklyn, New York, home, earning his bachelor’s degree from Brooklyn College in 1941 before entering the U.S. Public Health Service as a junior parasitologist. His early work in government service in Florida and Puerto Rico culminated in 1946 when, as a captain stationed in Atlanta, Georgia, he played a significant role in the establishment of the Communicable Disease Center, which eventually became the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.…

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The Mother in Me

By Cindy Fey '87

Like other thumb-sucking preschoolers with braces in their future, my 4-year-old daughter, Mia, struggles to be understood. She points out the car window and yells emphatically, “That’s you! That’s you!” At least I think that’s what she’s yelling. What’s me?

Mia is practically panting, struggling against the straps of her car seat. “Dat chew!” What? Her baby sister, Eleanor, looks at Mia blankly from the other car seat. I spot a piece of public art through the windshield. Breakthrough!…

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History of the Camino de Santiago

By Liquid error: internal

The route known as the Camino de Santiago is neither a road nor a highway. It’s a walkway trod by travelers of all kinds for more than 2,000 years.

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On the trail: The kindness of strangers

By Liquid error: internal

As we walked the Camino de Santiago, acts of kindness encouraged us everywhere, from directions readily offered to the occasional treat of food and drink.

One particularly tough morning, after three of the five of us sharing a room had gotten violently ill, we came upon “The Secret Garden” in a shady glade. It was the project of an Englishman and an Irish girl who had walked the Camino, met at its end, fell in love and married. Every day they put out a big cart with coffee, tea, juice, milk, fruit, pastries and granola bars for pilgrims. No charge, just a donation.…

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Our Time on the Great Road

By Liquid error: internal

A 500-mile walk across Spain places this pilgrim on the path of saints and sinners, on the way to a new understanding of ancient themes.

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Having coffee with Cornelius Eady: Authentic voice

By Kerry Temple ’74


Cornelius Eady is a poet. One of his eight books, The Gathering of My Name, was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize in 1991. Another, Brutal Imagination, was a finalist for the National Book Award in Poetry in 2001. He and jazz composer Diedre Murray have collaborated on several works of musical theater, including Running Man

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Having coffee with Carter Snead: What we owe each other

By John Nagy ’00M.A.


Twenty-three minutes into a conversation with law Professor Carter Snead about life and death and science and law, we hit on something that had made our jaws drop.

Not at the moment. We’re not reeling in surprise during our afternoon chat in the basement of LaFortune. Snead in fact is relaxing in a chair that rewards slouching, and I’m on a sofa trying to balance a file of his articles about end-of-life issues and stem-cell research and neuroimaging the brains of criminals on my lap, Starbucks on the floor by our feet.…

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Having coffee with Martin Nguyen: The portrait of an artist

By John Monczunski


Pale morning light streams through the four tall windows that dominate the eastern wall of Father Martin Lam Nguyen’s room in the Holy Cross Annex, a 50-year-old prefab building tucked in the woods along the road to Saint Mary’s. “This,” the associate professor of art announces with a grin, “is a historic place.”…

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Having coffee with Linda Przybyszewski: What to wear

By Kerry Temple ’74


We had agreed to meet for coffee and talk fashion. I was wearing khaki chinos and a green plaid shirt—pretty much my daily uniform (though I don’t usually have toothpaste sprinkles on the front of my shirt as I do today). I don’t know what Linda Przybyszewski looks like (or how to pronounce her name), but I suspect she will be wearing something nice. I also suspect she may have made it herself (tipoff from a mutual friend) but know better than to ask (tipoff from my mother—years ago, the thinking being that your inquiry suggests the outfit must look suspiciously homemade).…

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Having coffee with Matt Bloom: Happiness is . . .

By Carol Schaal '91M.A.


On a day when the newspaper is running stories about the dangers of hypothermia, Matt Bloom is happy to leave his office and head across an icy Notre Dame campus to the bookstore café for coffee. Make no mistake, however. He’s crazy about his job.

“I love this,” the associate professor of management says. “Teaching is a privilege.”…

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New Orleans kids don't joke about the rain

By Michelle Krupa '00

One dreary day in January, when forecasters predicted that a strong low-pressure system over the western Gulf of Mexico might leave as much as 5 inches of rain in some parts of southeast Louisiana and that strong east winds could push up tides 2 to 3 feet, only eight of the 15 students in André Smith’s fourth-grade class showed up for school.…

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Editor's note: What's Happening Here?

By Kerry Temple ’74

It hit me at Jim Wensits’ retirement dinner.

Jim is Carol Schaal’s husband — Carol ‘91M.A. being this magazine’s managing editor and a colleague of mine for 20 years. Jim was retiring from the South Bend Tribune after 41 years. During his career Jim had covered the police beat, politics and government. He had written a country music column for 14 years and had served as an editorial page writer and editor. It was Jim’s scrupulous reporting that helped lead to the arrest and conviction of a local sheriff who had been taking bribes from a South Bend madame.…

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Deaths of ND alumni (Summer 2008)

By Notre Dame Alumni Association

Alumni class years 1932–49
Nicholas M. Kalmes ’32, 03/04/2008, Summit, NJ
Leonard A. Cacciatore ’34, 03/08/2008, Yonkers, NY
Charles A. DiMatteo ’34, 10/30/2007, Miamisburg, OH
Francis A. Yenck ’35, 02/03/2008, Shelbyville, IL
Robert J. Cronin ’37, 04/07/2008, Fort Myers Beach, FL
Harry F. Koehler, Jr. ’37, 03/21/2008, South Bend, IN

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Domers in the News

By John Monczunski

A team of Washington Post reporters led by Tom Jackman ’82 received the Pulitzer Prize for breaking news this year for the paper’s coverage of the 2007 Virginia Tech massacre in which 32 people were murdered by a troubled student. . . . Lieutenant Colonel Michael Zacchea ’90 was featured in a New York Times story this spring about the efforts of Iraq war veterans to help protect their former Iraqi aides who have been branded collaborators. The story detailed his efforts to help his Iraqi interpreter, “Jack,” secure a visa to emigrate to the United States. . . . Annette Hasbrook ’85

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By Chet Raymo '58, '64Ph.D.

Our family home in Chattanooga was built in 1941, and like most other homes in the city was heated by coal. It had a coal bin in the basement, and a big galvanized furnace with cast-iron doors and grates and air ducts sprouting from the top like the hair of Medusa. Keeping it going during the winter required a lot of shoveling and riddling and hauling ashes. If the darn thing went out, getting it started again was a chore. All this my father bore with about as much grace as you could expect of a young man with a new house and a growing family.…

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