I ran cross country all four years with Brother Brian Vetter as our head coach. We had a fantastic team winning many championships and dual meets. This was partly due to Brother Brian’s tough workouts and lengthy practices…from hill repeats to long runs (lost)...
It was early September 1961 when first I walked down the cobble stone entrance to Mount Saint Joseph. Looking up you saw the old, somewhat intimidating, dark red, brick buildings that were the heart of the campus. Several weeks before, I had reported to the lower...
There are few institutions that have had as profound an impact on my life as Mount Saint Joseph. My connection to the school began long before I ever walked its halls. My father, Albert Shields, a proud member of the Class of 1938, spoke so highly of his experience...
