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IHM Stars On PM
BY THEA JARVIS
When Sue Hughes, her husband
Tom and their two children moved
to Atlanta in 1973, they made no
grand plan for a future in television.
Even when Sue became adult
education coordinator at Immaculate
Heart of Mary parish, she had no
dreams of stardom beyond the
ordinary wish to share some of
herself with her friends at IHM.
And yet, on Wednesday evening,
April 16th, “P.M. Magazine,”
WAGA’s outstanding local television
offering, featured a six minute
segment on Immaculate Heart of
Mary Church. Sue Hughes was the
choreographer of the dance between
IHM and the magic of the media.
Channel 5 was looking to do a
spot on how drama helps to shape
community life. They zeroed in on
the “Plays for Living” series put on
by the Atlanta Family Counseling
and Child Services Center. It was one
of those mini-dramas, “We, the
Family,” that Sue had scheduled for
her January “Table Talk” - a
program adapted for IHM as the
“Year of the Family” got underway.
It was this play that “P.M.
Magazine” decided to highlight since
it offered a real answer to whether or
not drama was a legitimate means of
fostering positive attitudes in society.
Enter Sue Hughes, IHM, and the
Catholic Church of north Georgia
into the bravado of broadcasting.
WAGA certainly found what it
was looking for. According to Sue,
“We’ve done things on family before,
but this really reached the people.
They learned that no matter what
you believe, you have to listen to
others. The play brought this home
dramatically.”
In the thirty minute discussion
that followed the play, the dynamic
quality of the IHM audience came to
the fore and the play’s director called
the group “the best audience we’ve
had.”
More importantly, Sue was able to
see a little of her goal -
communication and sharing - being
MSGR. DONALD KIERNAN (on right) and
Father Jerry Gill view “P.M. Magazine’s” IHM
profile with adult education coordinator Sue
Hughes (seated) and some of her “Table Talk’
television stars. (Photo by Patty Johnson)
reached: “There were some profound
things said about family by the lay
adults who were really teaching each
other. As the ‘Church in the
marketplace,’ we need to see that our
experiences are valid - that we can
minister to each other. We just have
no idea how we might help another
person by our willingness to share
and be open about our own problems
and how we’ve dealt with them.”
Sue Hughes is still adult education
coordinator at IHM. She hasn’t
discarded it all for a trip to
tinsel-town. In fact, she concedes
readily that it was an accident of fate
that brought her program to
statewide - and possibly nationwide -
prominence.
But she sees real value in the
Catholic Church’s being portrayed
positively in the media. “The more
positive response we can get, the
better. It helps those in our own
church and the denominations
outside Catholicism to feel that the
church is listening - that we are ready
to dialogue.”
For Sue and her family, the
dialogue has already begun. The
Church in north Georgia can do no
less.
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Soccer
Stanley Matthews was his name.
He was our hero. There were no
parks, no lush green carpets of grass,
only the asphalt back lane to steer
the rubber ball with our well worn
shoes.
But as we swept the ball past the
helpless defense-men, all of us were
he. Stanley Matthews, knighted by
the Queen, was destined to become
Sir Stanley. His title left us
unimpressed but his talented soccer
feet dazzled our youthful
imaginations.
M at t hews
played left wing
for England. He
was a long lean
dashing athlete
with magic in
his feet. Soccer
had been played
in England since
the 4th century,
but no one ever
played it like
Stanley.
He would grab the ball at
midfield, charge in full stride with
head and shoulders bobbing and
weaving, bounce the leather from
one toe to another leaving opponents
wondering if the superhuman
Matthews was merely a ghost. Then
he zeroed in on the poor unfortunate
goalie like a pounding express train.
The net stretched as the
bullet-shot-ball found the perfect
target. A GOAL! Stanley Matthews
strikes again.
It was scientific soccer at its best.
In those post-war years the game
stayed in its best known cradle,
England. But the good news was
spreading fast. Red Russia and the
Soviet bloc nations took control for
some years. Spain was next as the
football mania left the blood stained
bulls in the shade. Europe went
soccer mad.
But a volcano was simmering on
another continent. The light and
lively Latins of South America were
about to give the world a lesson in
the perfect art of this eleven man
game. The dynamo to light the fuse
was the diminative magical Brazilian
maestro who has become the
brightest star of all—Pele.
Pele, with his natural ball control
and uncanny tactical twists and
turns, has become a human
monument to the game. Brazil
proclaimed the wizard a natural
resource and declared his massive
earning untaxable. The 40 year old
King of Soccer, now retired, is
certainly the greatest exponent of
the game to date.
But hold on, North America is
now on the rise. Truly late comers to
the game, the U.S. is fast coming
down with the disease. Soccer
goal-posts are dotting the land. Kids
are fast finding, for the first time, a
brand of football that can be played
and enjoyed without having a neck
like the Peachtree Plaza and a growl
like King Kong.
Soccer means sport around the
world. Played in over 150 countries,
it is the largest, most popularly
participated game on earth. The
ultimate laurel cherished by any
nation around the globe is the
winning of the World Soccer Cup.
When this generation of that
crazed “Y” soccer league grows into
manhood and parades down 5th
Avenue under a hail of ticker-tape
holding that soccer chalice aloft,
we’ll all wonder how we ever
watched the maddening mayhem
called the Super Bowl.
Catholic Archdiocese of Atlanta
Vol. 18 No. 17
Thursday, April 24,1980
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CUBA
Freedom Means
Going To Mass
BY JAIME FONSECA
SAN JOSE, Costa Rica (NC) -
“Freedom is going to Mass without
fear,” said Antonio Moret, 22, during
a Mass of thanksgiving for Cuban
refugees.
Moret was one of the first Cubans
More On Page 3
HUNGER STRIKE - Cubans supporting the
10,000 Cuban dissidents in Havana’s Peruvian
embassy enter the second week of a hunger strike
in the Little Havana section of Miami, Fla.
Participants are camped in front of a bank and
vow to consume nothing but water until the
refugees are granted visas to leave Cuba.
to arrive in Costa Rica after seeking
asylum at the Peruvian embassy in
Havana. About 210 of the first 250
Cubans to land attended a special
Mass offered by Father Renaldo Pol,
a Cuban priest living in Costa Rica.
“They attended of their own free
will,” said Father Pol. “They have
been under atheistic rule for two
decades and the first thing they do is
thank God for their freedom.”
Most of the arriving Cubans are
young and had experienced a life of
indoctrination by schools, the
Communist Party, the Communist
Youth and the Neighborhood
Defense Committees.
“We want to thank God for
helping us out of Cuba,” said Teresa
Morera who arrived with her two
children.
A 23-year-old secretary asked to
remain anonymous because her
husband was left behind. She said the
Cubans forced a last-minute
separation “as a reprisal against us
and our relatives in the United
States.”
The secretary is a practicing
Catholic and was baptized secretly
and given religious instruction by her
family.
(Continued on page 8)
St. Joseph’s Celebrates Century Of Service
BY JAMES TARBOX
“Atlanta has a hospital at last,”
reported the Atlanta Constitution
of May 2, 1880. Founded by a
hardy group of nuns from
Savannah and located on Collins
and Baker Streets, what started as
a tiny Atlanta Hospital has
survived and flourished and now is
one of the finest medical centers
in the south - Saint Joseph’s
Hospital.
In celebrating its 100 years of
existence, many have made
mention of the history associated
with the Saint Joseph’s. Others
point with pride at the pioneer
work Saint Joseph’s has done, and
continues to do, in the field of
coronary care. Many others look
.with pride at the two year old
building that stands gleaming on
Peachtree Dunwoody Road.
However, many hospitals reach
the 100 year mark. Many medical
facilities do exciting work in the
field of coronary surgery; and
gleaming buildings are dotting city
skylines across the country.
Saint Joseph’s is all of these
things and more.
“We’re not just another
hospital,” insists Sister Stella
Maris, a member of the hospital’s
Pastoral Care unit, “we serve the
whole person. We believe in
treating the physical, the
psychological, and the spiritual
needs of every patient. We treat
the whole person.”
This three pronged approach to
patient care -- physical,
psychological, and spiritual - are
the factors that distinguish Saint
Joseph’s from other medical
treatment centers. The
Catholic-Christian approach to
patient care makes the gleaming
equipment, the fancy research and
the 100 years of history mean
something beyond the obvious.
Medical technology was pretty
primative when Sister Mary
Cecilia Carroll and a group of
nuns from the Savannah Institute
of the Sisters of Mercy rolled into
Atlanta in 1880.
Atlanta, at the time a city of
37,409 people, was still trying to
CITING “100 YEARS of Mercy Ministry to
Atlanta,” Mayor Maynard Jackson issued a
proclamation praising the accomplishments of the
Sisters and SJH. Receiving the Centennial
proclamation for the hospital were ^standing) Sr.
M. Berchmans O’Gorman, Sr. M. Annette
Kennedy, Sr. M. Rosarii Kennedy, (seated) Sr. M.
Michael Keyes and Sr. M. Madeline Roddenbery.
pull itself together after William
T. Sherman had swung through 16
years earlier flattening nearly
everything in his path. Sister
Cecilia and her colleagues were in
Atlanta for one specific reason: to
found a hospital.
As strange as it may seem
today, when the Sisters from
Savannah came to this city there
was no hospital.
In response to this need, the
Atlanta Hospital was founded.
According to contemporary
accounts of it’s opening, the name
Atlanta Hospital was chosen to
emphasize the fact that it would
be a hospital open to all. The
Atlanta Constitution went to
great pains to assure its readers
that though the hospital was run
by the Sisters of Mercy, “they will
consult the slighest preference of
any patient, and will send as
quickly for a Protestant minister
or a Jewish rabbi as for a priest of
their own faith.”
Atlanta Hospital initially held
ten beds and had an operating
budget of 50 cents. The Sister’s
belief in Divine Providence was
not in vain, however, as the hearts
and wallets of Atlanta were soon
opened in a long series of
donations.
“These are our benefactors,”
said Sister Rosalie Mallard,
director of the Pastoral Care Unit.
She was refering to a long hall in
the hospital that was lined with
pictures of distinguished looking
men and women - all who had
given generously to Saint Joseph’s
(Continued on page 6)
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