CLASS OF 1968 | 2015 | ISSUE 1

I spoke to Dave Webb last summer: very busily retired on Cape Cod after 42 years at Choate. One of the kindest guys in our class, it is no surprise that he volunteers at Hospice two days a week. Barb is volunteering at a couple of libraries and arts venues, and both are in several book clubs. Dave is auditing courses at a community college—trying for fluency in French. They have a son (and daughter-in-law) nearby who own two successful restaurants and they care for two grandchildren regularly. And they’re traveling: a Viking cruise on the Danube, two months in Florida in the winter, and lots more local trips. One thing they regretted about their careers at Choate was that they were not able to live in their own home, so while many of us are shedding ours, they’re now enjoying theirs. Dave is in touch with Ron Gwiazda ’67 whose career was in education, mostly at Boston Latin, and with Hank Sprouse ’62 who, with his wife, will be traveling with Dave and Barb on the Danube.

In September, Wallace Murfit came East, chartered a 40-foot sloop and sailed the upper Narragansett Bay and out to the Vineyard. Judy and I spent a week in October in the Czech Republic. I love Europe but, as my walking is quite limited due to tendinopathy, it was frustrating hobbling around the cobblestones. Planning a mid-winter get-away to Nassau. Amby Burfoot finished 11th out of 1,787 entrants in the 65-69 division of the 4.8 mile Thanksgiving Day Manchester Road Race. Dave Losee had a trifecta in 2014: ably chaired his high school reunion in June, had his son, Jamie, get married in July, and had successful open-heart surgery in September.

I heard from Bill Beeman: In January, he joined actor Tony Randall and Senator James Inhofe in Tulsa Central High School’s Hall of Fame. Bill is chair of the anthropology department at the University of Minnesota, and is noted for his research on neuroscience and cognition in conjunction with music and theatrical performance, as well as his expertise in the understanding of cultures of the Middle East and their influence on international affairs. Last June, he married Frank Farris, a MIT graduate, who is a mathematician teaching at Santa Clara University in California. They’ve been long-distance partners for 30 years.

Michael Wolfe’s Cut These Words Into My Stone: Ancient Greek Epitaphs was shortlisted for the prestigious PEN Award for Poetry in Translation for a book-length translation of poetry into English published in 2013. Paul Spitzer was in the pulpit a couple of times last summer sharing with congregations his transcendent feeling for nature. In November, Brian Frosh’s campaign to be Maryland’s attorney general was successful. I heard from John Stinchfield ’69: in Washington, D.C., recently retired after a long stint as general counsel for a real estate/development firm and now volunteering in a preschool class in which the head teacher is his daughter.

It is my sad duty to report that John Hollenbach passed away April 4th. After Wes, John earned a master’s in architecture from Harvard. He moved to Vermont in 1973 and headed several firms that did both design and construction of commercial and residential buildings in the Champlain Valley. He and his wife, Beth Philips, raised their children, Jake and Liz, in an old North Ferrisburgh farmhouse. Always a hands-on dad who hiked, biked, canoed, and skied with his kids, John took great pleasure every spring planting a vegetable garden laid out with architectural precision. He was an enthusiastic bird hunter, loved sports on TV, enjoyed good beer, and competed in the Sugarbush Triathlon. In 2000, John and Beth moved to Bangladesh where they worked at the American International School/Dhaka (AISD), and John renovated and expanded AISD, and created exciting educational spaces. In 2006, they moved to Cairo where John headed up the design and construction of a new campus for Cairo American College, a K–12 school. During 2011 and 2012, John worked for the International School of Kuala Lumpur, overseeing the development of a new campus. He thrived working in these new, and very challenging, cultural and construction environments. His obituary noted the obvious: “John’s was a life well-lived.”

As he was my mate on the crew and a good friend, it is with particular sadness that I report Davey Crockett ’69 died of pancreatic cancer in Seattle Nov. 24th. His career was in international finance and he lived in Switzerland, Taiwan, Japan, Hong Kong, and Macau. While overseas, he raised his children, David and Cordy, and made many friends in the expat community. Visiting more than 100 countries all over the globe in his lifetime, Davey’s travels were often motivated by a desire to visit old friends, better understand history, and discover how places had changed since he was last there. He had an abiding faith in God, and loved golf, running, rowing and his place on Vashon Island. There he grew raspberries, potatoes, roses, rhubarb, apples, pears, plums, and more. He made jars of jam and applesauce and eventually started brewing beer and making wine using the fruits he had grown. In college, he might have seemed like the brawling defensive tackle that he was. But when Judy and I visited, he met us at the airport and most graciously showed us about. We saw him with his son and daughter, and we talked about the death of his first wife, Taffy, and how he had cared for her at the end. He grilled us salmon and we had a salad from his garden. There were flowers at our bedside. He felt very fortunate to live the life he did and especially to meet Kitty Lee, a wonderful woman with whom he shared a very happy second marriage. Indeed, despite his dire prognosis, they had been able to enjoy a lovely cruise in the Mediterranean just weeks before his passing.

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