Abstract
I write the life of a man who has long been buried in the soil and territory which was once known as the Rocky Mountain Missions. This man came from a humble family. He was born on the island of Sicily which has no true cause for which it can exalt itself. It has given the world men, none of whom has reached important world renown, but in his own little way each Sicilian has made his bow on the stage of life.|I write of Father Joseph Mary Cataldo, S.J. whose name is dying upon the lips of those who knew and loved him well. It is human nature to forget those who have gone before us, it is true, but usually the names of real great men live through the ages. But Father Cataldo worked--as many great men in the past have worked and in the present are still working--among the pagans in lands remote from the eyes of the civilized world. Thus the names of many great men are buried with them--as they would probably wish it--when they are laid to rest in some soil far away from their homeland and loved ones.|To some, Father Cataldo's life may seem an unimportant one. To others, it may prove to be an interesting life of a humble man. To me, Father Cataldo's life is typical of the quiet way in which the Italian immigrant has contributed to the well being of our country.|Father Cataldo sought no attention to his good work; he just went ahead quietly and did it. In every action of his long missionary life, one seems to find the Jesuit motto, "All for the honor and glory of God."