Mount de Sales High School - Salesian Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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As | begin to write this message, | am anxiously anticipating the day that the Sa esian arrives at Mt. de Sales, and envisioning your response the moment it reaches your hands. No doubt you will first quickly but carefully examine every photo to deter- mine exactly how many times the Sa e- sian staff chose your smiling face to rep- resent MDS. Despite this, few of you will p ause and question why it is so impor- tant that your face is preserved on the pages of your yearbook. The answer is simple: the more often you are pictured, the more a part of this school you truly feel. This thought remains a natural im- pulse, and the staff responded to this by including a wide variety of people and settings to increase your chance of dis- covering your own face on more than one page. Most of you will then turn the book over and begin glancing through the photos again; now that you know where you are, you want to know what the Publications staff felt was worth captur- ing on film and in print. Like your first look, your inspection will take little time and entice little sentimentality. You will look at the Homecoming pictures and try to recall the person with whom you spent the evening, rocking to AJ the DJ; you will look at the football pages and soon remember the cold and windy nights we cheered the Cavaliers to victo- ry and the celebrations at Krystal that followed the games. You will see the Fun Night competition and rack your brain to recall which class won the competition (to save you the trouble, | will gladly re- mind you that the current senior class dominated the events!), which events you participated in, and who lost his bal- ance while running back to tag his class- mate in the Dizzy-Izzy. For the majority of you, this is when you will close your book, hand it to a friend to be autographed, and search for a pen to sign the one which has just been laid on your desk. But for my sake, | hope each of you will look through the 1987 Sa esian just one more time. You have examined each photo- graph to find your face and to remember an event, and now it is time to examine the feelings behind the pictures. Do this slowly and the third time will bring back the joy and the pain that surrounded us at Mt. de Sales this year. Glance first at the results of the student questionnaire; try to remember the first time you heard your favorite song: Were you with someone you really cared for? Were you at a friend’s house? Were you in need in motivation to achieve a goal? Soon you will remember that you chose that particular song because it promp- Take A Third Look ted a reaction from you - whether it be anger, love, depression or elation. Then, move on to the picture that commemorates January 9th, and that un- forgettable moment when Sister Fidelis announced her resignation, effective January 1, 1988. A rush of emotions fol- lowed her words. We were thankful for her 17 years of dedicated service, intri- gued at the thought of the inevitable changes that we will experience, yet genuinely saddened at the knowledge that a part of us will go when she leaves us. Like a family which pulls together in times of unexpected change, we drew closer and recognized the need for even greater unity in the year ahead. It was this unity that cheered our boys basketball team on to an undefeat- ed regular season. It was this unity which overpowered the Stratford Eagles and clinched the Region Championship and a polished 20-0 record. This unity was most strongly tested on February 26. when we accepted defeat at the hands of the Southland Raiders. We trailed un- til late in the game, and the instant that David Prati scored to put us in the lead, we all felt like the Sixth Man, and we knew our spirit would carry the Cavaliers to the state championship winner's cir- cle. But all that spirit could not prevent Southland from scoring with four sec- onds left. At that moment, a hush fell over the entire student section ... No one made a sound, in the hope that this was all some kind of a bad dream, and if we were patient, the horrible night- mare would simply go away. Everyone stared at the boys on the court who had not lost a game; no one could believe that we were not going to be the 1987 State Champions. No one could believe that this was the end of a perfect sea- son. No one could believe that this was the last game that would ever be played by Jason Boyd, Colin Brown, Troy Ed- wards, Rob Garvin, Jim Lamarca, Cliff Pool and Dale Sheffield. No one. For you who are underclassmen, this may seem insignificant, because this is not your final year at MDS. My words may be somewhat meaningless; you are perhaps too busy thinking of clever messages with which to fill your friend’s book. But for the seniors, the third time we reflect on the Salesian will touch us deeply. As we realize now that our days are numbered and our futures uncertain, we also realize that we have for the final time collaborated on a skit for Home- coming, participated in our last Fun Night, and attended our last football and basketball games as high school seniors. We will no longer work together on class projects like Junior Senior, nor attend Mass together, and sadly will soon face the day when we must say goodbye to friends and teachers we love and cher- ish. For the seniors’ sake, please take a third look at the Salesian. f you do, you will find the book more meaningful, and @ true representation of MDS. And, in years to come, you will open this book again and instantly feel the unity that is so much a part of that Mt. de Sales expe- rience. And no matter how long ago you walked on this campus, you will feel like a Cavalier again. For we are all Cavaliers, for all of our lives. And we have been blessed to share our love with one an- other within the true heart of Mount de Sales. So please, for your sake, look a third time. Sincerely, rv

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Catherine McAuley Catherine McAuley was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1778. Her father, James McAuley, was a wealthy property owner who was known for his generosity and kindness to those less fortu- nate. It was quite unusual for a Catholic family to live as com- fortably as the McAuleys did, for Ireland at the time was thorough- ly dominated by the Protestant Ascendancy, a system which quite effectively kept most Cath- Olics living in poverty, illiteracy and disease. By all accounts, James McAuley was a remarkable man. It was common to see him teach- ing dozens of poorly-clad Catho- lic children on the steps of the McAuley family home. Cath- erine’s father genuinely believed that every Christian person was obligated to teach those who had not yet received religious in- struction. Tragedy befell the McAuley family when Catherine’s father died in 1785. Deprived of her husband’s business acumen, Mrs. McAuley began to squan- der the family fortune. She had long been known as one of Dub- lin’s leading socialites, and she eventually moved Catherine and her brother James and sister Mary from their home in the countryside into the heart of the city. More financial hardships followed; Catherine and her brother and sister were de- prived of the solid religious foundations that they had re- ceived from their father. It was a terrible time for Catherine, who felt torn between her loyalty to her mother and an increasingly powerful call to a life of prayer and service. Mrs. McAuley died quite suddenly in 1798; her death meant that Catherine and her younger brother and sister had been orphaned, never an easy thing, but especially perilous in 18th-century Ireland. Catherine, James and Mary were sent to live with a Protestant family. A year later, Catherine began to live with an elderly childless couple, Mr. and Mrs. William Callahan. Catherine returned to her Catho- lic faith, attending Mass regular- ly, and receiving encouragement from Father Daniel Murray, the future Archbishop of Dublin. Catherine’s keen sense of social responsibility was developed during this time. She visited the sick, did what she could for the needy, and often taught about the faith to those who under- stood little about the Church. When William Callaghan died in 1822, he left his inheri- tance to Catherine. She sold the house in which they had lived, and used the money to build a home for the poor and homeless women of Dublin. This home was built on Baggot Street in Dublin, and quickly became known as a home of mercy for the poor, the homeless and the many orphans of the city. Soon, other young wom- en of conscience were drawn to Baggot Street to assist Catherine in her work. After many years at her home for the poor, Catherine agreed to begin a religious order, known as the Sisters of Mercy. Catherine chose this name since by coincidence, Baggot Street had been officially dedicated on September 24, 1827, the feast day of Our Lady of Mercy. In January 1832, the first seven Sis- ters of Mercy entered the order. Many professions followed. The Sisters were known as “‘the walking nuns.”’ Unlike most religious women of the time, they spent their days on the streets of Dublin, caring for those in need. It was an unusual sight for the time, but one which in- spired scores of new vocations for the Sisters of Mercy. Catherine McAuley died on No- vember 11, 1841. She was a prolific writer, and wrote these words in 1832: Each day is a step we make to- wards eternity; and we shall contin- ue thus to step from day to day until we take the last step which will bring us into the presence of God.

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See It? Can you see the spirit of Mt. de Sales? It’s all around us every day; sometimes we forget to notice. You can see our spirit on the smiling face of a tur- baned senior; you can see it in the sharing of Christmas goodies, and you can see it in our parents and their spaghetti sauce! Favorite Movie: Favorite Saturday Cartoons: Top Gun Platoon Breakfast Club Stand by Me Bugs Bunny Smurfs Pee Wee's Playhouse Favorite TV Shows: Favorite Comic Strip Character: Garfield The Cosby Show Opus Moonlighting Marvin Growing Pains