Since my previous column was written, I have received some memorable words from Donald Dunn: recollections of WWII Tenth Mountain Division combat in Italy, and of one especially vicious fire fight in which Staff Sgt. Dunn was given command of his platoon and led his men to the capture of a German-held hill where he was severely wounded. He remained in control until medics were able to evacuate him. For his valor, Donald was awarded the Silver Star Medal. I served in the same regiment as he did, and can fully appreciate his account—and my better luck.
Coincidentally, I received a letter from an Italian woman who is associated with a museum in Montese. Seventy-one years after our action in the Monte Belvedere region part of the Italian campaign, she wanted to know if I would share memories, pictures, or memorabilia of any sort with their museum, which she says is an “official Tenth Mountain Division museum.” I had great fun gathering bits and pieces of that segment of my youth to send to Italy. If any of you fellow ski troopers read this column, do send anything you remember and care to share.
I’ll close with a translation from a truly ancient piece of Irish poetry. It’s titled “After War,” and the lines say: “Now God be thanked that brought me from that hour / And gave me in the finish quietness / And quiet roads again, and quiet sleep. Foe, now friends, slán go fóill.”
FRANCIS W. LOVETT | lovettfrancis@gmail.com
805 Compassion Dr., Apt. 208, Windsor, CO 80550 | 907/460-9338
Today I was wonderfully surprised when Curtis Smith rang me up to say hello. He must have known I was up against a deadline, again!
I am guilty thinking that with only having two fellows of ’38 to speak with, I have all the time in the world. Which I do have, until I don’t!
Curtis Smith reports he is well. They are controlling his congestive heart failure as best as possible. He has joined a nearby church, which follows the Methodist belief. He enjoys singing along with the hymns. Curtis has also joined a chorus at his community. While he says he isn’t that strong at the singing, my guess is he sounds just fine. I am so happy to hear that music is back in your life via these groups, Curtis. He has had wonderful visits from all of his children. Just a few weeks ago, he was introduced to his first great-grandchild.
In another couple of weeks, all of his children and their spouses will gather to celebrate his 99th birthday on Oct. 28.
Curtis did want to say that he remembersFrank Conant ’39, who passed away on March 2 of this year. They met at Wesleyan when they became brothers at Sigma Chi. Curtis said Frank was the only person he ever knew that shared the same birthday as his. They spoke every year on their birthday, up until last year. What a wonderful connection to make 80 years ago!
I quickly called Art Kingsbury after my phone call with Curtis, to get his news. Art said, “I think I’m pretty well.” However, if I had called six weeks ago, things would have been a different story. Art had a detached retina, and while the operation to fix it is rather straightforward, the recovery is a quite a pain. If you are not familiar with the process, let’s just say, three weeks of NOT lifting your head is not easy. Thankfully they have great devices to assist one in recovery. The best device came from his wife, Dianne, who, to prevent Art from rolling off onto his side while sleeping, attached a bag of golf balls to the back of his pajamas. Brilliant!
As of late September, Art had been cleared to drive and play golf again. This Friday he will get back onto the greens. Congratulations on the successful recovery. Oh, and enjoy your latest addition to the clan, a great-grandchild due at the end of October. I believe this is number 11!
Politics didn’t come up this time around, but something tells me we will have much to discuss when the next deadline knocks on my door. It is such a pleasure sharing ideas and thoughts with these two remaining classmates. I miss having conversations with the fellows who have since gone on. This generation has such a valuable insight in our society today. I hope all classes that follow ’38 will record as much as possible. Having a perspective that comes from time on this earth is an asset.
Here’s wishing everyone much joy over the upcoming holidays, and a very happy 99th birthday to you, Curtis.
GRACE BENNETT, daughter of the late Walter V. Bennett ’38
8104 39th Avenue, S.W., Seattle, WA 98136
As we head into the summer of 2016, I am reminded of past notes full of the fellows sharing garden stories. As it is also the summer before the next presidential election, I am reminded of many political discussions with these wise men. But I am also reminded that many, many, years have passed since the scholars of ’38 walked on graduation day. Alas, the years have taken most of them away from us. No longer do we hear about the dinner-plate sized dahlias growing under Bill Heisler’s tutelage. I swear I can smell the peppers and onions that were grown and served at Joe Masselli’s house. We can’t forget the joy the cherry tomatoes brought Mac (Murdo) Dowds. If we listen closely we can hear the whoosh of the golf balls flying over the greens, the rhythm of tennis balls volleyed back and forth, and the background sound of baseball on the radio as they grab some supper somewhere else, somewhere other than this tangible earth.
Thankfully, I am honored to still have the opportunity to speak with Curtis Smith and Art Kingsbury, so I will share their news with you.
Curtis Smith has moved. While he is still in Rhode Island, he is now in the Tockwotton on the Waterfront and, by golly, he is just that. Curtis says his room has a lovely view of the Seekonk River. While it may be a bit fancy in style, he is doing his best to adjust. He has been dealing with congestive heart failure and, while it never goes away, he was in good spirits when we spoke. He has been very lucky, he says, with many visits from his children and added, “The grandchildren are very attentive to their grandfather.” Curtis also shared news that he became a great-grandfather, when his granddaughter adopted a little girl, and he is excited to meet her. He is still trying to find a congregation and a singing group to join. (We hope you find these groups, because we know how important they are to you.) He still reads and enjoys Wesleyan magazine.
It was in late March when Art Kingsbury and I caught up. He and Diane really enjoy having family nearby. They visit with those great-grandchildren frequently and are lucky enough to have four other great-grandchildren visit from the New England area. He’s in good shape, reporting that the leg was better now, so daily walks are back on the schedule.
Art did mention that he can’t understand how we can be living in a time that a person like Trump could be getting as far as he is in the election. Coming from someone who just celebrated his 98th birthday this past April I think this quote speaks volumes on the state of our nation. But we are not supposed to discuss politics, so on a final note, Diane is still enjoying raising her butterflies, releasing them into the world to do their work.
Here’s hoping everyone has a summer full of visits with friends and family. Until next time.
GRACE BENNETT
daughter of the late Walter Bennett ’38
8104 39th Avenue, S.W., Seattle, WA 98136
I wrote these notes in early May, the time of Beltaine, the ancient Celtic festival that marks the beginning of summer and all matters of fertility. You are reading these notes in early-to-mid August, the time of Lughnassa, the ancient Celtic festival that marks the beginning of harvest and the dying of summer into winter. Both festivals were observed with great bonfires and rituals of purification that sought bountiful crops, fruitful livestock, ample harvests, and good health during the bitter months of a cold earth. Well, Beltaine has evolved into May Day, and its sacrifices remain—if, indeed, the custom does remain—only in the hanging of May baskets. When I was young, we children made May baskets of wallpaper samples, or small berry baskets, or nut cups, or whatever container we could decorate with colored tissue paper and violets or pansies. Dandelions with tightly braided stems made handsome handles hanging our creations, which we filled with homemade fudge or stuffed dates, or even Necco wafers, when desperate. Hanging the baskets came at dusk. Each of us had targets: grandmother, favorite aunt, cookie-baking neighbor, but I recall that a winsome girl was my keenest excitement. I hung the basket on her front doorknob, or set it carefully on the top step. Now ring the bell or give a solid knock, and wait, poised for flight. Custom decreed that the hanger run and the hangee chase, catch him, and bestow a rewarding kiss. That was dandy if pursuer ran speedily while pursued, well, loped, but when where to hang the basket was determined by parental decree, I was ever an Olympic sprinter. None of this has much to do with class notes, but I am reminded of some pre-WWII Wesleyan “festivals”: idiotic freshmen fraternity quests; stupidly dangerous “guttering”; frosh-soph flag scraps. All these relics of immaturity long gone, I hope. But one festival I remember with affection is the interfraternity song contest that made for non-lethal competition in which the Crow House choirboys regularly prevailed. The sing has likely faded away along with some of the fraternities. I hope not, for such a mellow tradition deserves to linger, along with the May baskets. Slán go fóill
I received a very thick booklet of art work from Dave Richards, and very impressive art work it is. The subject matter is varied, ranging from private dwellings to churches to sailing vessels to landscapes and even to Christmas cards. All of it is in black and white, obviously copies of originals. The volume of work and its quality suggests that a good deal of Dave’s time is spent producing it.
In addition to his art work, Dave is apparently an author, as he states in his cover letter that he is “currently working on what will complete my Broadfield series of sea stories.” He has also written a collection of short stories, Pollen in the Wind, about families moving westward following our civil war years.
Dave lives in a retirement community, The Nottingham, in Jamesville, N.Y.
I had a nice telephone conversation with Bill Ackerly, who called “out of the blue” after the April issue of Wesleyan. He was a Sigma Chi, pre-med, and became a psychiatrist. After living 50 years in Cambridge, Mass., his current address is in New Hampshire. He lives in his own home with solar heating, which is literally on the Appalachian Trail, so he has a lot of visitors. His wife, Frances, died five years ago. Bill has four children, one of whom, Susan Ackerly ’88, went to Wesleyan. Bill said he has reduced vision now, due to macular degeneration.
Bill visits periodically with classmate Dick (Crickets) Powell and wife Margaret, who live nearby at Kendal at Hanover, a retirement community in Hanover, N.H.
Frank Johnson wrote: “Dear Bud: I wanted to let you know that I enjoyed reading through the class notes in the Wesleyan issue I, 2016, and was able to recall not only classmates but fellow students from ’45 (Bud Lovett, who actually graduated, I would guess, in 1948) to ’55 (Stu Rapp, a classmate from Yale Divinity School, and for some years now a resident of Bethel, Conn., where I went to high school). In between those years are a number of others: Bill Brooks ’49 (fraternity brother, fellow track runner) and his late brother Hap ’48, with whom I worked at Downey House; from the track team Barney Kathan ’51 and Biff Shaw ’51; another runner, Ken Taylor ’52 (which reminds me of the fact that a group of UCC ministers—Hank Yordon ’49, Frank Johnson ’50, Barney Kathan ’51 and Ken Taylor ’52 all ran cross country for Wesleyan, I think for at least one season at the same time). And I want to mention a classmate, another of the runners: Bill Malamud, who, you reported, lives in LaSalle Village. You might tell him that my daughter’s across-the-street neighbor in Wellesley, Inge Reinhard, over 90, now lives at LaSalle, and we have visited her there with our daughter. With all good wishes, Frank.”
We received a handsome poster from David Black, a sculptor, who has been a professor of art at Ohio State University. Titled “Urban Sculpture,” it has a photo of David as well as a large-scale metal sculpture in red. Made of generous swirling lines, placed in the center of a central plaza walkway, the piece dwarfs the people who relax nearby or walk past and casts interesting shadows on the paved stone below. It’s a beautiful, truly impressive piece. The text is also in an Asian language, and the English version reads: “David Black terms his large-scale sculptures ‘proto-architecture’… a combining of architectural forms: columns, arch-like units, canopies, benches… with sculptural elements: imagery, a mix of stable forms with high energy, projecting movement. Black, in fact, began his college career as a physics major. His highly imaginative constructions are carefully engineered. He’s what the Russian constructivists called an ‘artist-engineer.’
“Black’s sculptural enclosures seem in flux as one walks in and under. Fresh images cut through banal urban settings with integrally designed walk-in, walk-under sculptures. Black has almost 40 now sited across the U.S., from Alaska to Tucson, San Francisco to Washington D.C. His sculptures soon evolve into ‘people places,’ a livable city’s invitation to pause and reflect. They are recognized for a special clarity and tridimensional vigor.”
Bud Dorsey | margiedorsey5@gmail.com
161 Shore Rush Drive., St. Simons Island, GA, 31522
Bill Mitchell wrote from Henderson, N.C., that he continues to be quite active. Bill said he’d do his darnesdest to make the 65th Reunion and he was hoping a lot of classmates would, too.At any rate, he’d try to get to a Wes football game.
Bob Willet’s wife, Martha, wrote from Manhattan Beach, Calif., to report that Bob is living in a residential care facility.
I’d also heard from Jack Pfeiffer in Jonesboro, Ga.; Jack White in Wayzata, Minn.; and Bob Mack in Mexico, N.Y. Jack Pfeiffer lost his wife, Nancy, early in the year and he has moved to a senior citizen’s homestead. He would not be able to make it to our 65th but said, “Tell my classmates I wish them good health and a good turnout,” Bob said.
Our grand old row of college halls never looked more beautiful and the campus truly was fair and green the Saturday morning of our 65th Reunion. The first to show was Barney Kathan in his cardinal-red coat. He would lead us in the parade. Then came Bob Switzgable and his son, and Chris DeGraff and his wife, Sandra. Chris has made every Reunion I’ve made and then some. Bill Churchill was on time for the parade, as were Biff Shaw and his wife, Jean. Les Aroh had come from Kentucky with his wife, Janet, and Barney Kathan was there with his daughter.
I sat with Walter Cook at the WESeniors luncheon and he told of walking across campus early in our freshman year and coming face-to-face with President Victor Butterfield, whom he hadn’t met. The president astonished him by calling him by his first name and asking him how he was doing.
President Michael Roth ’78 gave us an upbeat report on where Wesleyan stands in the educational firmament—very high—and the Wesleyan Spirits sang the Alma Mater and the Fight Song, which ended with some vigorous clapping and the shout: “Go, Wes!”
The fitting climax to the day’s activities was an excellent roast beef dinner at the Usdan Campus Center. Chuck Exley served as host and spoke briefly, noting that the most welcome words in any speech were “and in conclusion.” Bill Churchill’s wife, Maggie, made us laugh by giving us a young person’s idea of what old people are like. Classmates not there were spoken of, and we understood it would be the last time we would get together as a class group.
“We wish the turnout could have been bigger,” said Biff, “but time is catching up.”
Our special thanks to Jenna Starr ’15 for the help she gave us before and during the event. We all loved the dear old college scenes. I’m sorry I had to leave early. It was a wonderful time to be at Wesleyan.
Others of our class who couldn’t join us were thinking of us. Dick Cashman sends his best wishes from Neenah, Wisc. He and his wife migrated there from Florida to be nearer to their family, which Dick said includes 22 great-grandchildren.
Bob Hammett had already committed to attending graduation ceremonies for two grandchildren.
Sandy Malcomson wrote that his appointment book is so filled with doctor’s appointments that there is little room or time for other activities. He sends his best wishes.
Charlie Selig wrote that he would be returning from Florida on May 17 and would have too much to do to get away soon after that. Charlie lost his wife in 2010 but found a “wonderful lady” to join in his very active life. “Say hello for me to everyone here,” he wrote.
Hal Buckingham writes: This has been a banner time for your co-scribes! We’ve heard from several classmates who have been silent for much too long.
First, there is Bill Evans. Bill, who left Wesleyan after our junior year to attend Hahnemann (now Drexel) Medical School and to pursue a career in medicine, elected to retire in 2010 from the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., due to macular degeneration that has left him legally blind. He was a general internist in the division of internal medicine at various Mayo locations, including Rochester and Scottsdale, Ariz. His primary interests were in the divisions of emergency medicine and international medicine at the Rochester campus. Bill lives with his wife, Susan, in Zumbrota, outside Rochester.
Frank LaBella ’52
Next, how long has it been since any of us have seen or heard from Frank LaBella? Probably 64 years or even longer, as Frank explains he was a “townie” and, being a bio-chem major, maintained a high profile in the labs, but low profile elsewhere on campus. After getting a BA and MA at Wesleyan, Frank got a PhD at Emory and, since 1958, has been professor (now emeritus) in the Department of Pharmacology and Therapeutics at the University of Manitoba in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. He continues his research in pharmacology and related areas this scribe considers extremely significant, but far over his head. Frank’s site is well worth reading. But here’s another amazing thing about Frank. He has been a polo player! Raised in Middletown and a Wesleyan grad playing polo? Frank wrote, ”Although my polo playing days are over, I can still mount a horse and strike the little white ball.” Compare this with the image of another hugely successful bio-chem academic classmate, Russ Doolittle, who as a freshman rode an old plow horse across the Boston Common shouting, “The British are coming.” (See 1952 in Wesleyan, 2015, issue 2.) Frank married Arlyne McDowell, also of Middletown, in 1952. They have two daughters and a son and live in Winnipeg.
Then, the following arrived from Dwight Herrmann: “Sorry I have been such a poor communicator over the years, but please know I am still alive and kicking, although not as vigorously as in ’52. I did play two sets of tennis this morning, and as long as my opponents hit the ball pretty close to me (very close), I play a passable game.” After Wesleyan, Dwight obtained a degree from RPI in 1960 and later became a licensed professional engineer. He worked as a PE for 23 years for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, Public Works, representing the state with design professionals contracted for all kinds of projects, but mostly buildings. He retired in 2014. Dwight and Leslye have been married for 54 years, have four daughters (two are Wesleyan grads: “Little” Leslye Herrmann ’85 and Jane Herrmann ’90) and seven grandchildren. Dwight and Leslye remain in their longtime home in Lemoyne, a suburb of Harrisburg.
Another classmate who sired Wesleyan alumni is Dick Barth, Esq. And he did it in spades! Here is the list: Leanore ’84; Alex ’97, Esq. (who married Sarah Brodsky ’97, Wesleyan’s Scholar-Athlete of her class); and Michele ’91 (who married Charles Still ’90, Esq.). Among these, there are now 14 grandchildren, including Nick Petrillo ’14 (co-captain of Wesleyan Varsity Crew). Ever modest, Dick wrote, “Nothing new.” Not much!! Dick is the retired chairman and CEO of Ciba-Geigy Corp., a renowned developer, manufacturer and marketer of prescription medicines. Along the way, he served as a trustee or director of a number of institutions, including Wesleyan, New York Medical College, and the Bank of New York. You have to Google to get this information about Dick. All you can get from him is “nothing new.” His one shortcoming: He produced nary a swimmer, yet he was a standout swimmer at Wesleyan, as we all remember.
How about this from Bruce Munro, another one rarely seen on these pages? “Bettie and I moved to Ashby Ponds, a 62-plus retirement community (in Ashburn, Va., near D.C.) last November. Prior to that, we were in a 52-plus community for nine years. We moved to Virginia in 2000, after 35 years doing OB/GYN in New Jersey, since both our kids live here. I have Parkinson’s disease. The past year I’ve been hospitalized several times and spent time in rehabs for balance, gait, and infection problems. Getting old (87) ain’t easy, but the alternative is worse! Looking at those massive bills, I’m very happy with Medicare. Traveling and vacationing are memories of the past, unfortunately. Wish I had more pleasant news, but that’s the way it is.”
In “Can You Top This?” news from John R. Jakobson: “I am happy to say that my great good friend Ron Daniel and I, who met 67 years ago on the Wesleyan campus, still rejoice in our friendship, and this May 11th we will go to Augusta National Golf Club, where Ron is a member, to play golf. We are both active in business and philanthropy and fun!” When asked after May 11 how the game had gone, John replied, “As always, spectacular in all respects. Ron has won for 67 years. He is much better than I am, but we always have fun. Wesleyan’s greatest gift to me has been my friendship with Ron!”
Finally, Bill Wasch received the following e-mail from Bob Goodman, who has been a career educator and was the first headmaster of Trinity Episcopal High School in Richmond, Va.: “Will be having lunch with Zed David in about a week. We do this every spring around our two birthdays. Zed will be going back to Prague again soon to research and lecture, even though he officially retired from the Woodrow Wilson Center.” [The Woodrow Wilson International Center for Scholars in DC.]
Harold C. Buckingham Jr. | hcbuckingham@daypitney.com
400 Seabury Drive, Apt. 2114
Bloomfield, CT 06002
A note from Jerry Patrick indicates, “Life goes quite well.” Indeed, it does! After sailing bareboat in the Virgin Islands in January, he expected to meet up with Cope Murray during a June trip east, followed by a September visit to France and Spain. He recently formed a writers group and has received good feedback on his short story collection Voices: and Other Stories, available from Amazon.
Belatedly, we received a report of the death of Philip T. Church on July 17, 2015. Phil was a math major, Phi Beta Kappa, a member of Sigma Chi and a four-year Argus staffer. He grew up on several Connecticut chicken farms and met his wife, Patricia, who survives, at Middletown High School. After an MA from Harvard and Ph.D. in mathematics from Michigan, he began a 43-year career on the Syracuse faculty. He lived in Fayetteville, N.Y.
Class Vice President Stephen May passed away March 31, 2016, at Georgetown University Hospital. Born in Rochester, N.Y., Steve was an American Culture major, a member of Alpha Chi Rho, captain of the basketball team, a three-year letterman in soccer and baseball, and active in other campus groups. He received an LLB from Georgetown University in 1961. He served as Rochester councilman and as mayor 1970–1973. After being active in New York state politics, he served as assistant secretary for Congressional Relations, HUD, until 1988. He pursued his long-life interest in American culture through writing and lecturing. His first marriage, at age 75, was to Kathryn, who survives.
Condolences of the class are extended to the wives and families of these classmates. For further details see obituaries at magazine.wesleyan.edu.
Finally, sadly I report the passing of my wife of 43 years, Mary Ruth, April 8, 2016, after a week in a nursing home. She leaves behind a large family, including 19 great-grandchildren and three great-great-grandchildren.
JOHN W. MILLER | Jwalmiller@aol.com
306 Autumn Court, Bartlesville, OK 74006 918/335-0081
Gentlemen: Thanks for your news bites. Hope all is well as we hit our 84th year!
Ken Davenny and wife Kris were off to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival earlier this year, to be followed by a trip through the Panama Canal later. Both are involved in various community activities, and have become “Kindle’s biggest supporters.”
Ed Dewey and Joyce have been in Big Canoe, Ga., for 19 years and still love it. They visit the fitness center frequently, and are very active in the Episcopal Church in nearby Jasper.
Bill Drury is into his second year at Hunt Life-Care Community and “couldn’t be happier,” saying, also, that “moving here was the second best decision I’ve ever made.” Al Flynn and Emi are enjoying their third year at the Deerfield Retirement Community. Their daughter, Sarah, has two children: the girl, Meiko, is a freshman at Stanford, and the boy, Koji, is a junior at Archbishop Mitty High School in San Jose. Al and Emi’s son, Alan, lives in Charlotte and has three children: Jessica, Lindsay and Matthew.
Terry Hatter had four graduations to attend last May, including a granddaughter from Claremont McKenna. a niece from high school and going to SUNY Purchase, another niece from Mt. Sinai Medical School, and a nephew receiving his master’s at Harvard. A well-educated family, indeed.
Dave Hodgin is keeping busy with work (Pathfinder Consulting), and was recently honored as this year’s Scott’s Valley Man of the Year, for community service. And… Dave was in Quito, Ecuador, for four weeks this past June.
Jeff Lockhart and Donna attended a granddaughter’s graduation from George Washington University, held on the Mall in D.C.
George Ray and Pree attended the Wesleyan Night performance of Hamilton, thanks to daughter Sid Ray ’88, who is professor of English and professor of women’s and gender studies at Pace University, where she has taught for 20 years.
Bob Schnuer attended the Wesleyan graduation ceremonies to see his grandniece, Alyssa Glanzer ’16, graduate with a 3.8 grade point average! Bob and bride Vickie migrated back to New York from Florida last May 16th, which enabled them to be present on June 18th for the marriage of granddaughter Diana Hartman to Alex Lamberti.
Lenny Stolba was in Venice on May 13th to celebrate his 84th birthday.
Norm Stuessy and Ruth celebrated 63 years of marriage this past June 20th. They have five children and nine grandchildren, and live in a three-story townhouse in Haddonfield, N.J. Three mornings each week Norm and Ruth go through their paces at LAFitness. They no longer do much traveling because Norm prefers to avoid long-distance driving and “the hassle of flying.”
And now, Classmates, some tough news from Marshall Umpleby, who writes that “life has radically changed for me. On Feb. 8th, my oncologist took me off chemicals because they were not working for me. She said, “There is nothing more I can do for you. You have two weeks to two months to live…” Marshall has AML (acute myeloid leukemia), the hardest leukemia to treat. BUT, Marshall sent me this news on May 6th (three months later!), saying he’s still leading a pretty normal life and going to plays and films. He just can’t take long trips since he has a hospital appointment every Monday and Thursday. Marshall, we are all rooting and praying for you!!
Now, Classmates, we have news of three losses. Corky Chase passed away on Feb. 5th. Art Dexter left us on Jan. 25th, leaving his wife, Joyce, and children Meg and Mark Dexter, two stepchildren, and six grandchildren. Dr. Richard Marshall has also left us, on Feb. 6th.
Meantime, your Scribe, Bob Carey, and wife Libby, were in London in March for the 50th birthday of Libby’s son, Jack, celebrated in the Tower Of London; in Cincinnati in April for the college graduation of grandson Sean Carey; in Indiana in May to visit Libby’s hometown of Connersville; at Arlington National Cemetery in May for a military burial of an old friend; and back to London in June for graduations of granddaughters from high school and eighth grade (ASL).
All the best to all of you, and (as a close friend of 96 years says) “Stay healthy and be happy…!”
BOB CAREY | bobcarey@optonline.net
618 W. Lyon Farm Dr., Greenwich, CT 06831 | 203/532-1745
