“What have you been discussing as you have walked along?”
Luke’s Gospel Text from the Emmaus story is a perfect title for the sharing of our stories and memories of the past 50 years here at Resurrection Parish. The stories will be published both here and in the weekly bulletin. Memories should be 75 words or less and the focus should be something that would be of interest to a wide variety of people.
What have you been discussing as you have walked along?
In the earliest days of the parish, weekend Masses took place in the gymnasium of Dorothy Lewis School. But everything else happened at the rectory on Farm Drive. Of course Father Trivison lived there, but it was also where daily Masses and meetings both small and large took place. Thankfully, the residents of the neighborhood put up with us, and never became upset with our activities and all the cars parked on the street.
Jean and Richard Giel
One of our most favorite memories of our church was in the early 70’s. A few times we would get a lot of snow in our neighborhood. We lived on Janet Boulevard at the bottom of the hill. One Sunday the snow was so deep, no cars could get up Janet Boulevard. We had a snowmobile. Richard offered to drive Father Trivison up the street to church, on the back of the snowmobile for 9 a.m. Mass. It was fun seeing Father Trivison on the back of the snowmobile!
One of my favorite memories at our church is the night Father Mark and I were chatting after a meeting that we had attended. He knew that Helen Mclean, the artist and creator of our beautiful baptismal font, was in the church working on placing the panels of the mosaics around the structure of the font. He asked me if I would like to see her working. As I reflect on the experience, I feel it was a spiritual moment for me. Helen was cementing one small piece of glass at a time in between the panels of mosaics that were beginning to create the baptismal font. Every time I pass the font, I think of that evening and appreciate how blessed we are to have such a beautiful piece of artwork in which we perform the sacrament of baptism. The memory lived on when our eldest daughter brought our first grandson to our church to be baptized five years later.
Karen (Schlanser) Lehmkuhl
My family moved to Chagrin Falls when I was in ﬁfth grade. During my formative middle and high school years, I was blessed to have the guidance and wisdom of Sr. Kathy, Fr. Marrone and Fr. Trivison every week. I looked forward to Advent every year, wondering what gifts Fr. Marrone would unwrap during his homilies. I loved the at-home religious education set-up – the opportunity to learn about our faith in someone’s living room made it feel inviting and personal. When I returned to the area as a young adult, I volunteered to teach classes because I couldn’t wait to bring those same connections to other young people. In high school I looked forward to Sunday night youth group, when Sr. Kathy would guide us through our teenage challenges with Jesus as the central focus. Her attitude and spirit were contagious. I was engaged and involved in my faith, which has shaped me as an adult. When my husband and I were looking for a family-friendly parish in southeastern Michigan, he reminded me that I was going to have a hard time ﬁnding one that would measure up to my experiences growing up at Resurrection. It was ironic that the ﬁrst one we visited was also called Resurrection, and the pastor reminded me of the wise but gentle Fr. Trivison. We’ve been parishioners there for 20+ years now, but I still love coming home to my ﬁrst Resurrection parish.
In 1985, Sister Pat Adams invited me to join an Ignatian At Home Retreat. My participation in it is one of my most important Resurrection memories. There were several groups, led by two co-facilitators (mine were Barb Steigerwald and Betty Fay) leading about a dozen women who met weekly, I think for forty weeks. This was my ﬁrst adult (post-school) experience of a deep spiritual and personal exchange with other women. I developed meaningful friendships and found inspirational prayer companions that have lasted for years. There are only a few of those friends still present today, but every one of that group is alive in my heart and remembered with love and prayers. This experience is truly one that I treasure.
My family and I moved to Carriage Park in Solon in 1968. At that time we had three children attending Dorothy E. Lewis Elementary School. After the Church was established in the school, some of our closest friends and neighbors would always sit in the last two rows, which I have continued doing to this very day (although all the friends and my wife have since passed on). The only musical instruments were guitars. One day, my wife’s uncle attended church with us and later referred to it as a “Hippy Church” because it lacked all the reﬁnements to which he had grown accustomed. It was from this humble beginning that Father Lou Trivison built this church.
Shortly after my mom and I joined Resurrection, we went to my sister and brother-in-law’s home (Nora and Bob Beach). Nora told me after Mass she told Emmy Lou Plato I wouldn’t volunteer, but if she asked me, I would teach PSR. Since then, I have been involved in Resurrection’s youth activities—from Emmy Lou to Terry, PSR to RTC, confirmation retreats and mission trips. Our teens and young adults inspire me and give me hope for our future. So many fun times and memories. Guess it’s a good thing that I am not good at saying no!
In 1971 we built a house on Farm Drive and discovered our neighbor was a priest, Father Lou Trivison. Our parish did not have a building at the time but we were deﬁnitely a vibrant Eucharistic community. Our youngest son was baptized in the chapel which was in the basement of the house on Farm Drive which served as the rectory. Sunday Mass was held at Lewis School and Thursday evening Mass was in the chapel next door to our home. My daughter, Denice, and I often went to Thursday evening Mass and Father Lou would often let her select a hymn to be sung at Mass. In the summer the windows would be open and we could hear my husband outside scolding our two young boys. It was rather embarrassing for me and I had to tell my husband Lou, “Please don’t do that anymore. We can hear you yelling at the boys during Mass.” I am grateful to Father Lou because he must have prayed for our rambunctious children as they developed into ﬁne adults. Denice still has the Christmas tree ornament that Father Lou gave her off his tree.
Sister Sallie Latkovich
I was surprised by the possibility of becoming a Pastoral Associate at Resurrection as a lay woman. Sr. Mary Lou Misciasci had been elected to leadership in the Sisters of St. Joseph, and the team was seriously looking to invite a lay person to serve as the education person on the team. It was June 1980, and they chose me! I remember well the festivities of the 10th Anniversary of Resurrection in 1981!!!
I remember Fr. Lou’s encouragement of me to join him at the Deanery Meetings of the clergy in the area, and I was the only lay person. It was one of the ways he educated his brother priests about the gifts of the laity. It was a joy to serve on the team with Fr. Lou, Fr. Bob Marrone, and Sr. Kathy Wagner. I learned so much from each of them.
In my role as the team member for education, I enjoyed working with Stella and Sandy who coordinated the PSR classes. I also oversaw the Children’s Liturgy of the Word program. My favorite role was planning adult faith formation sessions. One program I introduced was brown-bag lunch learning. We had some great sessions.
The men of the parish planned an annual golf outing for which the women prepared an after-game meal, and I thought we should also have a women’s golf outing, with the men preparing an after-game meal. Such fun, and good participation.
Of course, Liturgy was the priority for the parish community. I most enjoyed being the welcome/greeter in the Narthex of the old building and checking in various ministers. I was able to learn everyone’s names and was told that my Sunday greeting would be what was missed most when I left to enter the Sisters of St. Joseph. Fr. Lou jokingly said: if you can’t get a Sister of St. Joseph, make one!