PREFACE
The sun, already below the
horizon at mid-afternoon on a November day in 1976, cast a faint ruby glow upon
the snow as I waited to enter the chancery building and Episcopal Residence in Fairbanks,
Alaska.
A perfect setting for the eighty-two year old retired bishop, I
reflected.
I stood contemplating my motives
for being on this doorstep at this time.
My writing experience to date was in journalism. What worm within swallowed the hook baited
by Charles J. Keim, a University of Alaska professor
of Journalism, enticing me to write a biography of this quiet, almost
mysterious, Reverend Francis Doyle Gleeson, D.D., Jesuit Bishop? There was no time to answer the
question.
The bishop greeted me in the
reception area of the chancery building and led me to a small conference room
adjacent to the large, bright, double-windowed corner office he had recently
used. He seated himself behind a small
desk as I turned on my tape recorder and reminded myself to speak distinctly to
compensate for his slight hearing problem.
To my half-query, I hope you don’t mind being interviewed,
he answered, Well, I’m not especially
thrilled, but I’ll make the best of it, I guess. His answer was no surprise. I knew that he tolerated the intrusion
because his successor, Bishop Robert L. Whelan, S.J., suggested it for the sake
of an historical record.
Turning his ring round and round
on his finger, Bishop Gleeson searched his memory for a considerable time. I soon learned that this merry-go-round with
the ring was to Bishop Gleeson as doodling is to many
other thoughtful people. Almost
tentatively, talking as much to himself as to me, he spoke of his early life as
a hazy memory at best and possibly just a hazy memory of family stories told by
friends and relatives. And so began a
series of interviews that eventually elicited a rich array of information about
the bishop’s life, Jesuit esprit de corps, and the Church in Alaska.
I was a comparative newcomer
having participated in the Fairbanks
faith community for approximately five years; consequently, there are areas I
might have pressed for information, but did not. Some readers may have questions that did not
come up between us, and other questions for which I supply no answers. Nevertheless, to the best of my ability this
manuscript traces the life of Francis Doyle Gleeson who administered the Church
in Alaska from 1948 through
1968. Characteristically he gave few
specific directions, but indicated his desires in a calm, kind manner.