Editor's Note

Nine Words

To say that I am excited to be writing to you for the first time would be an understatement of monumental proportions.

But inaugural editor’s notes are always treacherous to write. How do you encompass all the hopes and plans you have for your new publication? And how do you express your sincere desire to uphold the traditions and nuances that make the publication unique? I think I know how to do it, and it only requires nine words:

Give another Hoiah and a chu chu rah rah.

If you’re wondering how an editor from New Hampshire who went to school in Atlanta and whose career path took her from music and decorating magazines in Iowa and North Carolina for the past 15 years got acquainted with this clarion call from the Hill, it starts as many stories do: “It was a dark and stormy night …”

We snaked our way up the Eastern Seaboard, making good time through Virginia, zipping past familiar signs and stops along I-95, getting stuck for a while in a traffic snarl outside of Hartford as the snow started falling in dense, wet clumps. As the two-day trek from North Carolina came to a close and we started seeing signs for Worcester, my driving buddy popped in a new CD. It was a scratchy compilation of golden country oldies and folk songs he’d made from a dusty box of reel-to-reel tapes. We had sung along with “Charlie on the MTA” and “He Stopped Loving Her Today” when an a cappella tune started. It was scratchier than the rest. The words said to “give another Hoiah and a chu chu rah rah.” I stopped looking for street signs and turned to my companion who grinned and said, “Welcome to Holy Cross!”

That driving buddy is my father, Don, class of 1965. And the song was an amateur recording of him and his mates singing about the school they loved—and love—in their dorm room. And so my new adventure at Holy Cross started with a simple taste of the kind of devotion I’ve quickly learned permeates this place. 

In the short three months I’ve been the editor for Holy Cross Magazine, I’ve seen and heard stories that bring a smile and a tear: Jesuits who once threw a lifeline to a struggling student. Students who are passionate about the mantra “Men and Women for Others.” Benefactors who choke up when they speak of being blessed with wealth enough to share. Professors who embody the spirit of lifelong learning. And staff who are quick to help a new face on campus get acclimated.

And then there are the thousands in the alumni and parent communities for whom Holy Cross has its own special meaning. Our staff has big plans for this magazine, but we will never lose sight of the fact that it belongs to you. Help us tell the stories that you find the most touching, engaging and important by letting us hear from you. My e-mail and my phone are up and running, so use them anytime. Story ideas, memories, photographs, and yes, even complaints, are all welcome.

Finally, I’m happy to report that HCM’s former editor, Jack O’Connell, graciously agreed to be our Profile subject for this issue. Jack was too modest to boast about his impressive shadow career as a best-selling novelist when he sat in this office. But now that he’s pursuing his writing full time, we can shout it from the top of O’Kane: Check out our friend and founder, Jack O’Connell, on Page 72!

Suzanne Morrissey
1 College St.
Worcester MA 01610-2395
508/793-2419
hcmag@holycross.edu