FRANCISCAN FRIARS Office of Communications Province of St. John the Baptist

August 21, 2020

Waxer, tailor, sandal maker

They were valuable skills in the life of a friary


FILE PHOTOSAt Duns Scotus; Max Langenderfer gets a haircut from Don Miller.Maybe we’re more resourceful than we thought.

Faced with pandemic shortages, housebound for long periods, we’re learning to make things, grow things, fix things, and if necessary, do without.

For friars of a certain age, this is nothing new. At St. Francis Seminary in the 1960s, “Everybody kind of pitched in and did what needed to be done,” says former Dean of Students Ric Schneider. Elsewhere, young friars in formation pulled their own weight, making shoes and habits, cooking, cleaning, building and repairing, grooming the grounds. “Besides that,” says Jim Van Vurst, “we went to school.”

The practical skills of brothers and clerics helped the novitiate and communities like Duns Scotus, Oldenburg and St. Leonard function like little cities, nearly self-sustaining. “There was an ecosystem that developed around them,” says Bill Farris, who as a seminary student learned the basics of barbering.

“As large as our communities were in those days, there was always somebody who had some skill,” says Ric, who managed maintenance at the seminary in Cincinnati. John Bok scrubbed and waxed floors at St. Leonard College in Centerville, Ohio; carpenter Blane Grein made kneelers for the chapel. At Duns Scotus College in Southfield, Mich., Jim ran the cobbler shop; Carl Langenderfer re-wired the library office. “We learned on the job,” says Norbert Bertram, who made habits and vestments at the theologate in Oldenburg, Ind.

Others were plumbers, book binders, tailors and bee-keepers. They cooked, farmed and serviced their community’s cars. Self-reliant friaries saved money. Moreover, “It taught those kids responsibility,” says Ric.

And it gave them an outlet for youthful energy. “It kept us occupied,” says John.

In the not-so-distant past, friaries were “much more monastic,” Jim says of his early years with SJB Province. In the 1950s, “We were sort of quarantined,” John says of his life as a newly professed friar. “We were home almost all the time.” Except for visits to the doctor, “We never went anywhere,” says Bruce Hausfeld, whose work periods at Oldenburg were occupied with scrubbing and waxing floors. At the novitiate, “The novice master took us to Mt. Airy Forest twice in that whole year as a treat. Our family could come and see us at Christmas and Easter.”

Sandal maker Jim in the Cobbler Shop at Duns ScotusIn the space of one week at St. Leonard College, John says, “I had a grandfather die in Cincinnati and a grandfather die in Northern Kentucky. I wasn’t allowed to go to either of those funerals.”

With mobility restricted, clerical students looked forward to twice-weekly work periods. “It gave us something to do in our free time,” says carpenter Blane. “And it gave me satisfaction in accomplishing a job.”

For the brothers, essential skills were often their fulltime jobs. “Francis Williams cooked seven days a week at Duns Scotus, and he did it all himself,” says Norbert, one of seven tailors at Oldenburg in the 1960s. Mentored by Richard Kloster, who later became a missionary, Norbert made habits and vestments for friars throughout the province. “I was blessed to do it,” he says. In his later work in parish ministry, “I got in involved in all kinds of stuff,” but he never forgot the craft that had served so many. In retirement at Cedar Lake, Ind., he has a fully stocked tailor shop – and still makes habits.

When Ric was a lad in Louisville, Ky., “You always tried to make do; that was the way we were brought up,” he says. Life with the friars was much the same. “With the vow of poverty you did it yourself or got someone you knew to do it. I think that’s what Francis would do. He certainly talked about work but said, don’t let the work interfere with your prayer.”

When he entered the seminary, Carl knew a thing or two about carpentry and electrical work, talents he applied to re-wiring and building projects at Duns Scotus and St. Leonard.

Bee keepers in a DSC Sport BookBlane picked up carpentry by osmosis. At home, “My dad was a handyman. We had a jigsaw, a wood lathe, a drill press, a table saw and loads of tools.” When he joined the friars, “It served me well, because in all 13 years of formation I did not have to take my turn at cleaning toilets, sweeping corridors or washing windows. I always worked in the carpentry shop. It saved [the friars] a lot of money.” When he made it himself, “I always knew it was going to be done right.”

As a junior at the seminary, Bill weighed his options. “I went up to Ric Schneider and said, ‘I would like to be the class barber.’ It became a job I had for probably the next 11 years.” He never regretted his choice. “While other folks were raking leaves or cleaning johns, I was upstairs cutting hair.”

With no formal instruction, “You just learned from the older students.” The first day, “I showed up at the barber shop” on the third floor near the bell tower, “and they showed me what chair I would use, what clippers were available. I had plenty of people to practice on.” In three hours he gave eight haircuts.

“We had an active barber shop with six chairs. It was a good atmosphere, kind of a nice place to unwind,” Bill says. “It helped me keep a schedule and make decisions around time, try to do a good job and listen to what was asked for, and also become a better conversationalist. In that kind of environment you learn to create conversation and keep it moving.”

Twice a week for four years, Jim spent three hours in the cobbler shop in the basement of Duns Scotus College. “A lot of work went on there,” he says. “There were four of us who worked Wednesday and Saturday putting half-soles on tennis shoes and making sandals. I say this not with vanity, but we did some good stuff because we had the right tools.” Those sandals lasted “a pretty good while, sometimes for years.”

With a client pool of 80-100 brothers, teachers and clerics, there was no shortage of needy soles. Production was simple but exacting. For fittings, “Imagine taking a piece of paper and tracing the sole” to be cut from 3-by-5-foot sheets of leather they purchased in downtown Detroit. “You have your stitching machine” – a monster they called “Molak” – “to stitch together two pieces of leather that were maybe a half-inch thick. If you got your fingers stuck in Molak,” Jim says, “it was done. That big needle would go right through a bone, no problem.” Fortunately, “Nobody ever got hurt.”

Outside the cobbler shop, “It was a real busy place,” Jim says. “We had tailors and farmers and waxers. Each area had its own pride in its own way of working,” much of which was displayed in the annual Sport Book scrapbooks compiled by students to showcase their areas of expertise. Preserved in the Archives at Mt. Airy, they reveal the many skills that kept large friaries functioning. “The ones who worked the hardest were farmers,” Jim says. “They had the longest hours.”

The tailor shop at Cedar Lake where Norbert makes habits.Toughest job? That honor goes to Bruce, who shoveled horse manure for the garden at the novitiate at Mt. Airy. The olfactory imprint was indelible. “We would be saying vespers and compline, the windows were open, and every afternoon a guy would bring a load of manure, and you could smell it as he drove up the hill,” says Bruce, who moved up in the world during his studies in Oldenburg. There, “On Wednesdays and Saturdays, from after breakfast till noontime, we scrubbed and waxed floors. I think most guys enjoyed it; it broke the routine of being in the classroom most of the time and there were no teachers around.”

When John waxed floors at St. Leonard’s, “We took our job seriously and tried to do the best we could. There was one guy from each class on the wax crew. When you were a rookie, you learned from three guys in classes ahead of you,” he says. “We had these big stripping and buffing machines. It took some knowledge of how it all worked, as far as stripping the old wax off and putting the new wax on and buffing. I personally took pride in that these floors would really shine.” What’s more, “It got us out of our rooms and away from studying. My memory is that we sort of enjoyed the work times.”

In the 1960s the need for sandal makers declined with the availability – and attractive price point – of Dr. Scholl’s footwear. “There were so many changes going on” in the Church, in friaries and in the world, Jim says. “By my third year at Duns Scotus, we were basically doing repairs, not going downtown to buy leather.”

As larger communities closed, the need for many “essential skills” went with them. “Once Vatican II challenged us, we sort of quickly adapted,” John says.

Since then, “The focus on fraternal service has become less, with a focus on ministry outside,” says Bill. “But it’s still a very valid and necessary part of our Franciscan life.” And the pandemic has reinforced his point. At St. Anthony Friary, “When we were in the lockdown weeks, we all took turns cooking, those who could. I thought it was very healthy we were able to contribute to the community that way.” And while barber shops were closed, Bill again took up scissors and clippers, cutting the hair of fellow friars.

Some of those long-ago skills remain dormant. “I never scrubbed and waxed a floor after ordination,” says John. But if someone needed to have their floors done, “Probably to this day I could pull it off.”

A jack of all trades

Above, Juniper reassembles a bicycle; young friar JuniperJuniper Crouch describes his role thusly:

“I was brought up with the idea that as a religious brother I was to serve the community wherever I was assigned, as best I could.” In Juniper’s case, that covers a lot of territory. His official ministry is as SFO Provincial Spiritual Assistant. But wherever he serves he’s often been an anchor of the community, the guy who does everything from laundry to landscaping, from cooking to carpentry, from fixing cars to fixing boilers.

And despite the professional quality of the results, “I never considered myself a skilled worker,” he says. “I do the best I can.” It’s been that way since 1953, when 20-year-old Juniper entered the Order through the Custody of the Most Holy Savior in Pittsburgh (united with St. John the Baptist Province in 2000). “It had just become an independent custody from the mother province in Slovakia.” When that province was suppressed by the Communist government, “We could no longer rely on them for manpower or financial support; we were independent.”

Resources were limited, so in terms of onsite labor, “Brothers did whatever needed to be done,” whether it was mowing 40 acres of lawn or cleaning the guest rooms at St. Francis Retreat House in Easton, Pa. “When I knew I was going to be doing cooking for retreats,” Juniper took a course in hotel-motel management at a community college. He’s always ready to learn something new because, as his friar-mentor Florian Lalles once said, “You never know; it might come in handy.”

Simple tasks can keep us grounded


The friars' choir at Duns Scotus with conductor Peter RickeDuring the time of candidacy and novitiate, I learned a number of skills, at least provisionally.  I tried my luck cutting my classmates’ hair.  They walked around with a bowl on their head.  After many months in the tailor shop, the habit I created came out lopsided.  No one wanted me to create such a garment for them to wear.  I learned how to thread plumbing tape into a loose and dripping fixture.  That plumbing job actually worked.  But when I learned to put new brakes on a commonly used car, no one wanted to sign up and take the chance that the car wouldn’t slow down and stop.  I did real well at raking leaves and cutting grass, however.

I’m not sure how any of this was meant for my current role as provincial.  Except that St. Francis said as he was dying, “I worked with my hands and I want all my brothers to work with their hands.”  And I do still work with my hands as I clean the bathroom at our friary and vacuum the steps as my weekly house work.  I take my turn at cooking for the other friars.  I have discovered that this works really well as an antidote to too many meetings, long travel, or getting caught up in my head with the problems that are facing us.  And these simple tasks don’t have the possibility of breaking or not being worn.  They just keep me grounded, centered, awake to the moment.  Maybe that’s part of learning the “contemplative” component of our Fraternity in Mission.

PHOTO BY PixAbayAs Mark recalls, “I did real well at raking leaves and cutting grass.”When I began a four-year candidacy to become a Franciscan at Duns Scotus in 1976, it seemed like I was walking back in time.  I joined when the ambiance was more of a monastery.  We had an horarium for prayer.  We chanted psalms in wooden choir stalls.  The beautiful setting of Duns Scotus, however, was also a point of tension as Franciscans began to regain our tradition from St. Francis.  Francis told a Chapter that we brothers (friars, in Latin) were not to follow the “Rule of Benedict or the Rule of Augustine”, rather, we were meant to be poor, itinerant brothers who roamed the countryside, working with our hands, announcing the good news of Jesus, by our actions mostly, to a world that was starved for it.  Recently, in a meeting in Nairobi in 2018, year the friars captured our essence in a phrase.  They said that we are meant to be “Contemplative Fraternities in Mission”.

PHOTOS BY JUNIPER CROUCH, OFMFriars Dan Barrett and Robert Seay accepted the award, right, on behalf of the parish.

  • Because of space and hospitality provided by St. Mary of the Angels Parish in New Orleans, La., residents of the Upper Ninth Ward and beyond have had ready access to Covid-19 testing this summer. Last week United Healthcare thanked the parish for partnering in its Stop Covid-19 Initiative by presenting a plaque to the community in the gym at St. Mary of the Angels School. This summer the parish parking lot has been the site for a series of Second Harvest Food Distributions sponsored by City Council member Jared Brossette.
  • Sr. Regina Rokosny in the dining roomIt was all hands on deck Aug. 4 when St. Francis Retreat House in Easton, Pa., was inundated with the remnants of Hurricane Isaisis. That morning the Lehigh Valley received 4 inches of rain in about 90 minutes. “Our entire dining room on the lower level of the retreat house was flooded and water was pouring in through the delivery ramp doorway at a fast rate,” says Mark Ligett. He, Henry Beck, Scott Obrecht, and fellow staff members Andrew Chiappinelli and Sr. Regina Rokosny sprang into action. “But even with a very efficient pump and wet vac machines, we quickly realized the water was winning,” Mark says, “so we called Paul Weiss, a member of our Board of Directors.” Paul brought reinforcements armed with additional equipment.  "Within a few hours the dining area was beginning to look like normal again.”
  •   The Interprovincial Postulancy Program in Silver Spring, Md., is welcoming two men from SJB Province. According to Vocation Director Tim Lamb, “Andrew Harrington, 28, is originally from Bridgeport, Conn., but for the last year has been working as a volunteer with the Christian Appalachian Project in food distribution. He has had a year of seminary college and a postulancy with the Capuchins.” Andrew found the friars through online research and the website. Miguel Garcia, 41, is from Montgomery, Texas (north of Houston). A recent convert to Catholicism, “He has a long history of working in accounting,” Tim says. “Miguel came to us through Vocations Placement Services.”
  • PHOTOS BY CARL LANGENDERFER, OFMAbove, Max relaxing; right, sunset on Lake LoreleiThere was clean-up, fix-up work to be done around the house, but Carl and Max Langenderfer’s vacation last week at Lake Lorelei in Brown County, Ohio, also included “quiet time, good meals, evening campfires, lots of sharing, and boat rides around the lake,” Carl says.

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FILE PHOTOSAt Duns Scotus; Max Langenderfer gets a haircut from Don Miller.Maybe we’re more resourceful than we thought.

FRANCISCAN FRIARS Office of Communications Province of St. John the Baptist

  • PHOTOS BY CARL LANGENDERFER, OFMAbove, Max relaxing; right, sunset on Lake LoreleiThere was clean-up, fix-up work to be done around the house, but Carl and Max Langenderfer’s vacation last week at Lake Lorelei in Brown County, Ohio, also included “quiet time, good meals, evening campfires, lots of sharing, and boat rides around the lake,” Carl says.
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