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Fr. Godfrey Diekmann, OSB (1908-2002)

Remembrances

by Dr. Mary Schaefer
Canadian Liturgist

While I knew Godfrey, I wasn't close enough in recent years/decades to write a remembrance that has the kind of vividness you need. I had reason to personally be grateful that Godfrey acted as unofficial guestmaster when people from way away arrived at the doors of the Abbey. I had been working as a lay missionary in the Peace River country of northern Alberta for one year in the early seventies and arrived at St. John's for summer school in liturgy in a state of culture shock. I drove in so late at night in my ancient VW that I had to unroll my sleeping bag on the threshold of one of the side doors to the Marcel Breuer church. There was a central Minnesota thunderstorm that night, and the threshold was very narrow. Even in such circumstances as to produce a totally bedraggled pilgrim (or vagrant?) by morning, Godfrey was not at a loss.

Of course there were the wild mushroom hunts, with the invitation to join him in a mushroom stew afterwards. The lucky soul joined in grace over the steaming plate with more than usual sincerity, since s/he was entirely dependent on the prudential (and heavenly guided) judgment of Godfrey the mushroom hunter.

And there was the generous invitation, on the part of some members of his family, after an ICEL Mass with the pope in June 1996, to join them and him, now hobbling with a cane in his eighties, in a memorable jaunt along the dim alleyways of the necropolis under St. Peter's. Of course the high point was reached at the putative tomb of Peter. (I had first heard the story of those scavi and that memoria from Richard Krautheimer, the great Jewish-German archeologist, who in a stage whisper in the ballroom of the Institute of Fine Arts in New York City told his students of the bones of a large man. . . . Krautheimer was even then publishing the definitive research on the early Christian churches of Rome. And then to visit those grottoes with another giant, whose life was devoted to reclaiming the insights of the earliest church so that we the Church might pray better. . .. Graces of my life. Fitting that Krautheimer should die in Rome at an advanced age, and Godfrey, 93 years young, on the feast of Peter's Chair. You might ask John Page for a memoir.

A joy-filled Lent, Dr. Mary Schaefer
also a member of the North American Academy of Liturgy