On Thursday, September 9, 1982, Monsignor Joseph G. Cassidy, the senior priest of the Archdiocese of Atlanta, died. Monsignor Cassidy, ordained a priest on May 26, 1923, served the Church in Georgia for 59 years. They were colorful, marvelous, missionary years. The times of his life were captured in the following interview which he gave to Monsignor Noel C. Burtenshaw and which was first published in The Georgia Bulletin on September 28, 1978.

He is back where it all began. And for this priest of Georgia, it all began 55 years ago in Savannah. He is Atlanta's oldest priest, still laboring in the Georgia missions. As Chaplain to the Georgia Regional hospital, he serves the Church each day. And for Monsignor Joseph G. Cassidy, each working day is eight hours long.

Monsignor Cassidy is the original kid from Brooklyn. That's where life began for him 80 years ago. He and his 11 sisters and brothers grew up on the famous sidewalks of New York. "Today," he says, "they would call my father a Sanitary Engineer, but in fact he was a plumber." The Cassidy children were all destined for a good education, and Joe, the middle one, was destined for the seminary.

St. Joseph's Seminary in Dunwoodie, New York, a stiff and starchy place, prepared young clerics to serve the people of New York. In a class of 60, young Joe felt he was headed, like the rest, to a New York City parish. It was not to be. His adventurous, spirited eyes looked further. They, in fact, looked to the Chinese Missions. The Maryknoll Missionary Fathers were young and persistently recruiting for the Far East. Joe Cassidy felt he should volunteer.

But his life's destiny was changed by a certain Father Tim Foley, up from the deep South, visiting his alma mater. "Why go to China?" he asked, "the same challenges are waiting in Georgia. Besides Georgians are like Chinese -- they eat rice and worship their ancestors." Taking his word, the young Father Cassidy in May 1923 was ordained for service in the Peach State. The adventure began.

The whole state had no more than 22 priests in those days and not too many Catholics either. Father Cassidy spent his first two years in the humid city of Savannah as Assistant Pastor in the beautiful Cathedral of St. John the Baptists. Savannah immediately became his home and he knew and hoped he would often return to it.

The infant city of Atlanta was next for him, where he served for four years in the historic Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in the heart of downtown. "Atlanta wasn't much in those days," says the reminiscing Monsignor. "It was easy to walk all over town. We had to, on a salary of $25 a month, cars were out of the question.”

Four years later, he was sent further north. This time as a pastor to St. Mary's in Rome. His first pastorate and a seven-year stay. With glee, he recalls those years. The parish Church, still standing today, was his brainchild. He recalls that the asking price for the land was $10,000.00 "We hadn't 10,000 pennies and the Bishop would not allow us to borrow." Not to be stopped and without the "full knowledge" of the watchful Bishop Keyes, he pounced on 10 reluctant parishioners to borrow the money and put the price on the line. The project was off the ground and Rome had its grand parish Church.

While serving in Rome, an unexpected surprise came to the Catholic pastor. Each morning was spent with his non-Catholic coffee club in the Busy Bee -- "the best hideaway in town." So popular was this Yankee turned Rebel that they sent him on a dream trip. "Thirteen weeks in Europe and the Middle East," he recalls. "They gave me $1,300; the trip cost $900." He would repeat that journey on a number of occasions but the first surprise, "that was the best."

In 1936, it was back to Savannah to the new Blessed Sacrament parish and also the strangest adventure of his life. Along with the usual pastoral duties, Father Cassidy was also appointed director of the Rural Life Apostolate. While visiting a conference in Tennessee, he learned about the Trailer Apostolate spreading rapidly in the wilderness of the Appalachian Mountains.

"The Trailers" were, in fact, parishes on wheels. The priest was driver, mechanic, pastor, teacher and street corner preacher. With enthusiasm, he brought the news back to the Bishop -- then Gerald P. O'Hara. "After hearing me out," he remembers, "he agreed the idea was a good one and we should try it. Then he said he believed he had the man for the job. Who, I asked." The answer was quick and decisive. Father Cassidy hit the road.

"I remember my first day with the Trailer," Monsignor says. "I took it to a place called Lakeland near Valdosta and set it up in O'Brien's field. Along the side of the 26-foot mobile home, we placed our name. It was called Queen of the Apostles Motor Chapel."

He intended to stay two weeks in Lakeland. He stayed eight. Each evening, the rural workers, mostly black, would come to enjoy the "entertainment." Movies were shown, hymns were sung ("The Old Rugged Cross" was a favorite) and instructions were given. The seed of the faith was sown. It was then time to move on. Other priests would take the Chapel's place and establish a parish as the Trailer rolled.

Father Cassidy and his pulpit on wheels rolled to every corner of the state in two and a half years. Names like Pin Point, Gainesville, Toccoa, Isle of Hope -- all became familiar. On cold Georgia nights when outdoor services were too uncomfortable, he rented town halls. "The first job would be wood for the fire and then stoking it before unloading the Trailer." He recalls renting the hall in Pin Point for seventy-five cents. "It was called the Poor and Needy Hall," he grinned.

As the Cassidy Trailer rattled on, the Second World War was in progress. Some of the movies shown were Italian with English sub-titles. A local resident in one small town, hearing the foreign dialect from a distance, believed spies had landed in Middle Georgia. The sheriff was summoned and Father Cassidy was held for a little questioning. He was released, but the files of the FBI will show that the incident was noted.

"Life on the road was an education," recalls the Monsignor. "I learned about car engines and I learned about people. They both have their good moments and their bad. But they come through when you need them, usually."

After his adventures on the road, Milledgeville and the parish of Sacred Heart was next. It was here in 1941 he met his second love -- contact with the largest mental health hospital in the world. He treasured those visits to the unfortunate forgottens in that dread place. He would next go to the parish in Thomasville, Albany, and then to the rectory of the Cathedral in Atlanta -- but he never forgot the needs of those inmates in the State Hospital.

When other men would be planning the quiet of retirement days, after serving in Christ the King for 20 years, Monsignor Cassidy requested work as Chaplain to the State Hospital in Milledgeville, which included care of the Women's Prison. In 1965, this new Apostolate began and lasted over four years.

Now at the age of 67, Monsignor finally attempted quasi-retirement. Taking an apartment in Atlanta, he assisted in the new parish in Roswell and then back to his rural beginnings in Dalton, GA. But there was no peace in retirement. Still, there were missions calling to this kid from Brooklyn.

Recalling his deep interest in the work for mentally handicapped, the authorities of the Regional Hospital invited the Monsignor to return as Chaplain to the new hospital in Savannah. The temptation was too much especially since they had no budget to cover his salary and his title would have to be "volunteer." He jumped at the chance and he is there, back where it all began.

You could call his home in the evenings and get no answer -- find that most understandable. He would be listening to one of his more than 200 complete operas -- earphones in place. Or he would be writing his beautiful commentaries on Scripture verses for his special friends. New things to do in his priesthood kept finding avenues in his glorious young-at-heart life.

Monsignor Cassidy left the Georgia Regional Hospital in 1978 and returned to North Georgia and the service of St. Joseph's parish in Dalton. In August of this year, he moved to St. Thomas More rectory to be with his friend of many years, Father Douglas Edwards. It was there on the evening of Thursday, September 9, this great Georgia missionary was called to his well-deserved and final rest.