Thursday, 08 August 2013 00:00
I read with very fond memories the July 17 story by Jack Garland about Father Vincent Hagan of Corpus Christi in the Mineola American. Like Mr. Garland, I was an altar boy server back in the ’60s. Father Hagan was our director and, like Frank Perdue, was a tough yet tender man. He taught us not only how to be good altar servers but good citizens as well.
I now live 10 minutes away from Bear Mountain and think of Father Hagan and our great summer trips every time I pass by the park.
Father Hagan also would take a group of altar boys twice a year to Washington, D.C., if they had served enough weddings and funeral masses. He drove his car round-trip in one day and treated us all royally. My first trip there was on Nov. 11, 1963. We saw President Kennedy place a wreath on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier in honor of Veterans Day.
It’s a memory I will have forever. A few days later, the president was assassinated.
I second the statement with which Mr. Garland ended his article, “Every person associated with Father Hagan would agree that he was truly unforgettable.” Not only unforgettable, but one in a million! Thanks Father Hagan from the bottom of my heart.
Cold Spring, New York