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AYA
Contact: Information on the AYA and its programs is available at
www.aya.yale.edu
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News From the Alumni House
Remembering Our Roots
December
2001
by Maureen
O'Keefe Doran '71MSN
Well,
time to start over. That's what I said to myself after September
11.
You see, being compulsive (as we nurses tend to be!), I had already
prepared this article.
Indeed,
weeks ago, in the original piece, I had begun by talking about my
first year as chair of the AYA board of governors. Working with
Jeff Brenzel, AYA executive director, and his staff of 32 in combination
with the alumni volunteers on the board of governors has been exciting,
challenging, and grueling. This team, who are individually and collectively
talented beyond belief, produces results in alumni affairs that
are truly dramatic.
Then,
of course, the Tercentennial! I had outlined each of the major national
events of the year. Beginning with "The
Opening of Yale" in October 2000, I recounted how 35,000
of our neighbors took advantage of Yale's open house to see, experience,
and appreciate Yale. I went on to talk about our April 2001 celebration
of "300 Years of Creativity and Diversity" when 1,700
alumni and guests arrived on campus to be immersed in academic seminars,
fireside chats, musical compositions, and a spectacular grand banquet.
Next were our international events: President Levin in China for
meetings with government and academic leaders, concluding his visit
with a festive alumni gathering in Hong Kong; the Yale Alumni Chorus
touring Europe in July with performances in St. Petersburg, Moscow,
Wales, and culminating in a grand concert with the London Philharmonic
at St. Paul's Cathedral.
Of
course, I wanted to remember the Tercentennial Committee, led by
Secretary and Vice President Linda
Koch Lorimer and her team who, in combination with the AYA,
faculty, alumni and administrators, orchestrated these events. I
never got to my conclusion, the October 2001 "Tercentennial
of Yale University" to talk about what I was sure would be
a magnificent finale to an incredible year.
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Through
Yale, we share an indivisible bond that tragedy and death
can never erase.
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For,
you see, all of this was composed before September 11.
On that date, events took place within our country that forever
changed our lives. We reeled as a people, shocked by the carnage
and the hate that reigned that day. We cried. We raged. We were
stung with loss: the tragic loss of lives and, perhaps, a way of
life. We were faced with terror and death.
So
I wondered, as I revisited this article, what could I possibly say
to you now that would matter? What could I write that would express
anything appropriate to you as interested Yale alumni? And then
it came to me.
In
all of this, we have each other and we have Yale. There is continuity
within our alma mater that has survived 300 years. In this continuity,
there is a comfort with our connection to those who have come before
us. And now, as we are forced to live with tension and uncertainty,
we do so forging a link with those who will follow our path. Through
Yale, we share an indivisible bond that tragedy and death can never
erase.
I will
end this with a poem written by my father upon the death of my grandfather.
This work is a loving prayer from a son. It is about a person's
life, his legacy and the future. It is much like Yale. solid and
certain. On behalf of my father, I dedicate these words to all of
our Yale brothers and sisters who lost their lives in this tragedy
and to those they loved: their parents, spouses, colleagues and
classmates. But mostly this poem is dedicated to their legacy and
their children. It is a poem of hope after September 11, 2001.
A
Letter on Introduction
Dear
God, I think You know this Gael --
In fact, I'm sure you do;
Your Mother must have mentioned him
Quite frequently to You.
Don't
you recall creating him
From hallowed Irish clay?
Of course You do long years ago --
T'was in the month of May.
When
he arrives, please promise me
You'll weigh well what he brings --
Not deeds of fame nor gloried name.
But
simple cherished things;
An
earnest soul, an Irish smile,
A Faith on fire and strong;
A mouth that mirrors charity,
A wisp of Irish song;
A
love for Patrick's sainted isle,
A life on Peter's creed;
A hand for every friend or foe,
Two hands for those in need.
I
am the bearer's son, dear God;
In all humility,
I pray to live so that my son
Can
write the same for me.
-- Edward A. O'Keefe 
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