Comments on: From other Provinces: Rev. Kenneth Slattery CM died http://vincentians.pl/index.php/2009/04/23/kenneth-slattery-died/ Province of Poland Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:16:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: Matthew Smith http://vincentians.pl/index.php/2009/04/23/kenneth-slattery-died/comment-page-1/#comment-1343 Matthew Smith Fri, 14 Aug 2009 07:26:00 +0000 http://vincentians.pl/?p=58#comment-1343 Fr. Slattery was the most memorable professor I ever had. He was a crafty old devil, who loved his students, philosophy and the priesthood. He also loved horses and was a great handicapper of the trotters. I could go on for hours with stories about Ol' Slatts, but I should restrain myself to just one that he told my classmates and I. When Slatts was a boy and went to the minor seminary he was apprehensive. He was young. He was small. Would he fit in? Would the other fellows like him? And then there was an athletic day. Slatts was put into a race. He said that he heard the shot closed his eyes and ran with all his might. He felt the wind in his face and could hear the older boys shouting and cheering him on. When the proverbial smoke cleared, he found that he had won the race. The cheering, the slaps on the back, the general esprit de corps and Slatts said, "Fellas...it was at that moment I loved the priesthood. It's been a good life. Oh, the priesthood is a beautiful life." It was a good life, indeed, old boy. I love you, Slatts. Fr. Slattery was the most memorable professor I ever had. He was a crafty old devil, who loved his students, philosophy and the priesthood. He also loved horses and was a great handicapper of the trotters.

I could go on for hours with stories about Ol’ Slatts, but I should restrain myself to just one that he told my classmates and I.

When Slatts was a boy and went to the minor seminary he was apprehensive. He was young. He was small. Would he fit in? Would the other fellows like him? And then there was an athletic day. Slatts was put into a race. He said that he heard the shot closed his eyes and ran with all his might. He felt the wind in his face and could hear the older boys shouting and cheering him on. When the proverbial smoke cleared, he found that he had won the race. The cheering, the slaps on the back, the general esprit de corps and Slatts said, “Fellas…it was at that moment I loved the priesthood. It’s been a good life. Oh, the priesthood is a beautiful life.”

It was a good life, indeed, old boy.

I love you, Slatts.

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