As I complete these Notes at the onset of Real Winter in January, I find that most of us seem to be “running in place” as we observe life around us.
Bud Johnson writes that he and Lynn’s biggest thrill right now is the upcoming graduation of their oldest grandchild from the University of Chicago, all set to join Goldman Sachs in June.
Terry Hatter sends greetings to all of us from “Sunny Southern California.” On New Year’s Day, Terry saw Bill Christopher and his wife, Barbara, at the Rose Parade. Terry’s oldest grandson just started at Georgetown Law, following his graduation from Williams. The young man’s sister is soon to graduate from Claremont McKenna College, from which she will head to Queen’s University in Northern Ireland. Terry’s two other grands, a boy and a girl, are both 11 years old; Terry calls them “fraternal twin cousins.”
Bill Drury reports that all is well in Nashua, N.H.
Ken Davenny reports from Washington State that “the weather is behaving and all are in good health.” Ken is a director and treasurer of a local nonprofit that just received a statewide award for excellence of service to the community. Ken says he keeps in touch with Ed Dewey and “Mo” Dietzer.
Your Scribe, Bob Carey, saw a third granddaughter graduate from college last December, this time at the U. of Colorado in Boulder. Libby and I also traveled during the fall of 2015 to the Greenbrier Resort in West Virginia, San Diego (daughter and family), Boston (daughter and family), Bentonville, Ark. (son and family), and to NYC to tour the most impressive September 11th Museum at Ground Zero. Off to Sanibel Island for January and February…All the best to all of you.
BOB CAREY | bobcarey@optonline.net
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Delighted to share with you the wonderful replies I received from classmates. Really does make the life of a class secretary pleasant!
First, our former Class President Jake Congleton updated us on what it means to be an almost bionic man: “Two knees, one hip, and two shoulders” so far. In case you’ve wondered, “the other hip is doing fine.” Jake divides his time equally between Bradenton, Fla., and Maine. He noted his eldest grandson is a lacrosse coach at Wesleyan. Jake continues to follow Wesleyan football, either by streaming or when the team is in Maine. He extends a “best to all.”
Memories were brought back with John Sheaff’s note that he and wife Lois were married in the summer of 1954 and might be the longest married couple in our class. Their first child, Cheryl, was born in Middletown in 1956 and a visit to celebrate Cheryl’s 60th birthday in Vero Beach, Fla. (if I remember correctly, John), is planned in March. The Sheaffs are still able to keep up and participate in social and family activities, although (as he says)at “a slightly slower pace.”
Loved the opening words from Ric Fisher’s update: “Hey there, Braver! How’s the little red MG?” Ric related he and his wife, Ulla, are doing well in “old communist/socialist (not) Sweden,” where they enjoy terrific healthcare. He’s mainly retired at this juncture but does spend time proofing, editing, and recording. Two dogs (one, formerly homeless, undernourished, and abused) keeps Ric active, as he spends at least three hours every day walking the dogs between five and eight miles, weather permitting. He has stopped playing seven hours of weekly tennis after undergoing two knee surgeries and not wanting to risk missing his walks with the dogs and hikes with Ulla. Philosophically, Ric wrote that “the USA I left has pretty much disappeared, and Trump is appealing to folks I can’t relate to” and has no plans of visiting stateside although he has children in Maine, New Hampshire, and California. And, not surprisingly, he let us know “I have no gun(s).”
Drew Clemens continues teaching, supervising, and writing to help him “keep his psychoanalytic skills alive,” even though he closed his office in 2011. He and Julie are still in good health and have spent time traveling and cruising on Star Clipper ships. He states that tennis, biking, hiking and Julie’s “butterfly monitoring” remain their forms of exercise. Because of conflicting obligations of organizations on which he serves in executive capacities, Drew wrote he was unable to make it to our Reunion. He suggested that perhaps we should consider a mini-reunion sooner that 2020! Any comments?
Stu Rapp provided updates on three of his former Delta Tau Delta brothers who did, as he says, “a bit of Barbershopping” with him; Bob Pooley, Bob Moore, and Charlie Hume. “Charlie, our star-quality basso, was a Jiber in those days. Bob M. was our baritone. Pooley was our tenor, and I was the tune. We went our various ways, but when I later returned to Connecticut, there was Bob Moore who ran a music store in Danbury. I later lost track of him but got to see Bob Pooley on occasional travels south. I also managed to keep track of Charlie. One ‘almost friend’ from Wes days, Jim Wright, became a ‘real’ friend later, and we and our spouses enjoy annual visits. So the friendships have continued and so has the vocal music for me, along with special tours enjoying the great pipe organs of the UK and Western Europe, camping along with groups of professional organists. The “instrument” (my aging voice and body) is rickety nowadays, but the melody lingers on!”
And speaking of Jim Wright, a social gathering in California attended by Jim and a childhood friend of mine led Jim to send me a note telling me he had met my friend when they learned they had something is common after the name of Wesleyan came up! Jim wrote he especially appreciated the Wesleyan magazine cover story of Hamilton. He also had discovered Ron Chernow’s book, Hamilton, and mentioned that he liked it so much he re-read the whole thing aloud to his wife and this was years before the play!
Needless to say, it wouldn’t be Class Notes without a mention of cycling activities! I did reach the annual 5,000-mile target once again and actually logged 5,788 miles, in spite of rainy and windy conditions during the last few months of 2015. Already have ridden more than 600 miles to date (Feb. 16), as the yearly challenge has begun.
To those of you who have shared comments with us, sincere thanks! And, to those not among the list, this is your chance to join the group!
As always, to you and your loved ones, my best, best wishes for health and happiness in the year ahead are sent your way.
DONALD J. BRAVERMAN | ybikedon@bellsouth.net
27A Stratford Ln. W., Boynton Beach, FL 33436; 561/654-3711
From Sandy Mendelson: “After 60 years, Bob has persuaded me to put pen to paper for his deadline.
“I’ve been a cardiologist at Washington Hospital Center my whole career. At various times I’ve taught house staff, fellows, and technicians; directed the coronary care unit; introduced formal CPR, advanced cardiac care courses, and paramedics in the DC area; and practiced clinical medicine. Our department staff totaled two of us when I arrived, and we did ‘everything’ that could be done for patients in a community hospital in 1967. Now the department is huge, with nine subdepartments, a nationally ranked program. My present activity is small, but it’s been wonderful to play some part in the amazing progress of cardiology! Beyond hearts, I consult in bioethics, as part of our hospital’s Center for Ethics.
“Irene and I are healthy, travel a lot—in ’15 to China and to Patagonia, spend time with our three sons and their families (including six grandkids), and do volunteer work. I’ve served as synagogue president and remain deeply involved with other Jewish educational organizations.
“We look forward to seeing as many of you as possible at the Reunion!
“A sad note: the passing of our dear friend and my Wes roommate, Rabbi Harold S. White ’54. Hal was beloved and effective in his career at Georgetown University and in the DC area more generally. He attributed his passion for learning and teaching to his Wesleyan education and is widely mourned in this community.”
From Bill Bixby, several warm handwritten notes: “Hope to see everyone in May if Fran is well (dementia). Love Wes… Did not write Christmas letter last year due to a stroke Dec. 19th. In rehab six months—couldn’t drive and really missed it! Still have speech problems and work with a UMass graduate student here two to three hours a month…I can walk our dog, Barney, now but not like before!! He has to settle for 15-minute jaunts, not one hour, miles-long hikes. I miss not being able to read the way I could—I haven’t been able to finish a book yet!! Reading newspapers takes several days. (By then, it’s old news). I also missed my 64th high school reunion and Cape Cod this year!
“Mark (son) is with the same law firm (27 years) and has finally given up coaching soccer after 15 years. Jen (wife) fell on ice while walking the dogs last January and is still having headaches. Tucker (grandson #1) will be a senior at Trinity College and a U.S. Marine Reserve. His girlfriend graduated this year. They are very serious. Reed (grandson #2), will be a senior at Union College, will go to Italy to study Italian and the culture. Kevan (grandson #3) is a freshman at Hobart-William Smith College, five hours away in the Finger Lakes area. Kira (granddaughter) is a freshman in a new high school a half hour from home. She’s a goalie in field hockey. Mark picks her up on his way home. Merry Xmas, Fran and Bill.”
From Al Haas: “Not many of us could match George’s journey back through time to revisit his roots. My story is serendipitous but inauspicious. I spent three years after graduation as an officer on a destroyer with the Sixth Fleet in the Mediterranean, then a year at the University of Copenhagen, before coming back to the USA as navigator on the maiden voyage of a new yacht built in Germany. I was at the Berlin Wall when it was built, and our daughter was there when it was torn down,” he reports. He taught math at Hotchkiss School, returning each summer to Copenhagen, where he met and subsequently married Loni. The next two-plus years they lived in Micronesia, where he was deputy regional director of the Peace Corps. “We had our first child in the village [there] among the people…quite a spectacle!” They moved back to Cambridge, Mass., where Al attended graduate school in counseling and educational leadership.
“Over the years, I have been the principal or director of three secondary schools, two in Connecticut and one in Geneva, Switzerland. In between, we packed up and ‘hitchhiked’ around the world for a year, during which my wife and I were our two children’s teachers. Family and friends thought we were mad, but it was a life-changing and enhancing experience for all of us, especially for our son, 8, and daughter, 6. We ended up in Geneva at the International School. During our time there, I started helping expat children with the college admission process. This turned into Educational Futures (educationalfutures.com} that I co-founded with a Dutch woman in Geneva. This was in the mid-’80s, and the rest is history. I am still working full time with students from around the world who wish to study in North America at boarding schools or colleges and graduate schools. Working with young people keeps me legitimate and relatively ‘with it.’ Although I cannot keep up with them technologically, I continue to learn from my students, which helps to keep me in the game of life and a changing world. Loni and I are celebrating our 50th anniversary with a family cruise to Alaska this summer. Health is good, thanks to seven stents. Our two children have made us proud and have produced six unique and wonderful grandchildren. Basically, I think I have survived ‘old age’ by taking each obstacle in life as a challenge and turning each problem into an opportunity. We have few regrets and hope to see many classmates in May.”
From Phil Trager: “Ina and I plan on coming to the Reunion and look forward to seeing you there. To coincide with Reunion, there will be an exhibition of photographs from my forthcoming book, Photographing Ina. The years have surely flown by!”
“Dear Classmates of Robert J. Kaplan: I am so sorry to send you the news that Robert died of cancer in 2014. He was a wonderful father to our four children of whom he was very proud, a beloved husband, and a great cook. A psychiatrist, he worked in diagnostic centers for troubled youth in the ’70s and ’80s, and his unpublished manuscript, We Are All Afraid, was inspired by his compassion for disadvantaged youth. Subsequently, he was appointed by the New York City Family Court to evaluate custody cases, where his judgment was well esteemed. Wesleyan was the only educational institution of all he attended that Bob spoke positively about—for opening up new worlds of possibility and stimulation. Best regards, Peggy Jarrell Kaplan.”
Having retired from his orthopedic surgery practice some years past, Bill Pratt became involved in social justice issues in his home state of New Mexico. In 2014, he ran for the state legislature as an independent—failed to win but came away with the thought that many voters like the “independent” tag, kind of relevant in this election year. His focus is on improvement of conditions for vulnerable children. Bill’s website is drbillpratt27.org.
Another Bill—Bill LeSuer—retired recently as player assistant at the Presidio golf course in San Francisco. Located close to the heart of town, Presidio is truly a gem. I know, having played there myself back in the day. Sadly, he reports that he lost his wife of 33 years, Joan, last August. Our deepest condolences go out to you, Bill.
John Parkin and wife Penny have moved to Crystal Lake in northern Michigan, a vacation area they’ve enjoyed for some time, after selling their home in Bucks County, Pa. He got together in New York City before the holidays with Alpha Delt brothers George Willauer, Rod Henry, and others from surrounding classes of the ’50s. Rod has started a “dropbox” for ADP brothers who wish to share stories of the ’50s at rdhjjh@verizon.net.
John Allison reports the arrival of a great-granddaughter, born to granddaughter Gwynn and her husband, Sid.
It turns out that my lacrosse story in the December magazine continues to have legs (pun intended), a journalist’s delight yet also a form of curse. George Davies, our erstwhile class secretary for many years, was instrumental in the formation of the club. He cleared the way for it with administration, traveled far and wide to garner equipment, e.g. a trip to coastal Connecticut to commandeer fish netting for the goal, and arranged for field space on campus. The club soldiered on until 1958, at which time lacrosse was sanctioned as a varsity sport. Further, Herb Hinman writes that he, along with George, were initial recruits as players. Herb was undoubtedly in demand for his track prowess but thought twice about the game when he ran up against men waving sticks at perilously close range. Herb extends greetings to all from Whidbey Island, Wash. He and wife Betty celebrated their 53rd anniversary last year.
I want all to know that I am suspending my brief career in Wes’s sports history insofar as lacrosse is concerned.
Wesleyan University, 1910 to 1970: Academic Ambition and Middle-Class America by Dave Potts ’60 has understandably received praise in this magazine, as well as in other quarters. The Victor Butterfield years command a central part of the book, and our class is in the middle of that time. Many of our professors figure prominently in the narrative. Fred Millett went “from Milton to Morse Code” during World War II (the war years being an outstanding section of the book). The postwar years proved to be an active period for faculty recruiting by President Butterfield; hires included Carl Schorske (fresh out of OSS duty) and Norman O. Brown. Faculty remained all male. The eminent Clyde Olin Fisher—responding to a woman applicant for a teaching position in economics, counseled that such a move would “invite mental thrombosis on the part of the senior faculty.”
Not all of the commentary about our years is rosy. We were the “silent generation,” described as “docile note takers” (this from a Time magazine article). I take umbrage at this—yes, we took notes, but isn’t that part of the education process? At least we went to class.
Potts masterfully blends all of the principal university constituencies—administration, faculty, students, trustees—throughout the milestone events comprising the years covered. I guarantee to ’57 that it will prove to be a rewarding read. Oh—one more fact—our tuition in 1953 was $650.00. Not a bad return on investment, eh?
Art Typermass | AGType@msn.com
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Art Geltzer’s research with new imaging equipment has looked at macular and retinal changes as an early marker for Alzheimer disease. He will travel to Naples, Italy, and Capri for vacation.
Kay and Bob Terkhorn are doing fine. They sold their Arizona house and will winter in Denver. Bob is amazed that it is 20 years since his retirement from Citicorp.
I received a long message from Randy Johnson, detailing 10 of the most colossal blunders of all time. Space will permit only the first. “When his 38-caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up attempt, would-be robber John Elliott did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked.”
Two e-mails from Dan Woodhead. The first is a bit of trivia regarding the architect Henry Bacon. He designed the Lincoln Memorial and Wesleyan’s 1913 master plan, which included Olin Library, Clark Hall, Van Vleck Observatory, and Eclectic House. And Bacon’s collection of books and papers is housed in Wesleyan’s Archives. Dan’s other note covers many bases, from his appraisal of Donald Trump to his admiration for Stanford’s Christian McCaffrey. He is also renewing his “Lefty O’Doul for Cooperstown” campaign. Any classmate who is interested in it and has ideas for promotion should contact Dan. Lastly he is proud of his grandsons, who are 16 and 14 and very promising water polo prospects.
Pirkko and Burr Edwards have re-established themselves in France after 35 years in Africa. They will still return to Africa for her decorating company and his assignments with the World Bank and governments.
Mel Cote reports that he and Allee and Geltzer walk the streets of Provincetown without walkers or canes. His wife, Polly, continues to sell her art. Their lobster traps have gone, but the three Wes men still fish from Art Geltzer’s boat.
Roger Turkington opens his note with the statement, “1958, one of the last great eras at Wesleyan.” He comments that his classmates are among the great, good people he has encountered since the years at Wesleyan. His second volume of 300 poems, Poetry of Passion, is becoming a best seller.
For the first time in 19 years, Toni and John Corkran met with his children and grandchildren to celebrate Thanksgiving at the home of son Tim ’90 in Lexington, Ky. John thanks all who participated in the Wesleyan fund and encourages others to do so.
Neil Springborn sent a long e-mail. Despite a few bouts of gout he is doing well and plays golf three times a week. He is involved with committees and boards and was just elected chairman of the Lawton Board of Review. A son, Jeff, is running the Houston Weather Service Office, and a granddaughter is playing varsity soccer and hopes to play for the US women’s soccer team.
The third of the P-town trio, Dennis Allee, is driving to Gulfport, Fla., for the winter with his partner, Annie.
Dave Schalk writes from his sick bed. He contrasts his current malady with the 39 years of college teaching where he did not call in sick once.
Kay and I are in good health. We cheat and work with personal trainers at least twice a week. Before Christmas we vacationed with our daughter and her family in the Canadian Rockies. Brutally cold, especially for a Florida guy, but a true winter wonderland. Still search for that elusive perfect golf swing and play at least three times per week. And it seems to be true that senior golfers lose five yards per year.
Greetings to the Great Class of ’59. We have news from several of you from whom we have not heard in years! Hopefully we will hear from more of you in the future.
Bob McKelvey, a great and long-term supporter of Wes, serving on our Board and numerous committees, is still working full time in the investment advisory business he took over from his father many years ago. He says he works because he has nothing else to do, although working with smart colleagues and clients may fill the bill. Has recently seen Hamilton and joins in singing its praises. Bob also praises the second volume of Wes history by Dave Potts ’60, which includes our years and President Butterfield. Bob says his interaction with Wesleyan is winding down, although he always makes spring Reunions and fall Homecomings. His main campus link is Alpha Delt, one of the few fraternities left and co-ed since the early ’70s. Bob is still active on the American Rhodes Scholar alumni group, which provides an interesting reason to connect with a group of smart young people, and is dealing with the “Rhodes must go” movement. An additional commitment is with his Oxford College, Merton, now celebrating its 750th anniversary. He provides context by reminding us that Merton was 500 years old when we were staring our Revolution. Lastly are a couple of local initiatives supported by Bob’s energy in his spare time. Wow!
Ted Fiske checked in, reporting on the month of October in London, where he spent time with Jack Lambert. Ted’s wife, Sunny Ladd, is on sabbatical from Duke and they spent time researching two inner London schools that have had great success educating low-income students. A paper will soon be published by the Brookings Institute, with some suggestions for U.S. policy makers. In addition, Sunny and Ted took in many of the multicultural events, including the Swan pub, which Sunny haunted 45 years ago as a student in London. She thought the stools were new but not much else.
Ed Murphy sends news of Bob Gillette’s new book about two teenage Jewish refugees from Nazi Germany on a Virginia farm. Ed also reports his own “escape“—from snow in northern Virginia to Colorado. On their return they will attend a Navy Change of Command Ceremony for their younger son. Lastly, Ed reports a D.C.-area tradition among the nine local members of ’59: a semi-annual lunch, next in April. Nice touch.
Tim Day has written us about his recent trip to Israel and Palestine. It was a combined cultural trip and a chance to spend some concentrated time with the IDF (Israel Defense Forces), including push-ups! How many is unspecified, but it sounded like lots! Rather than try to condense badly a fascinating report, the full story can be found BELOW, and we’re including a link to Tim’s Dropbox for pictures here. Thanks, Tim!
Dick Wenner’s wife, Maureen, passed away unexpectedly last summer while on vacation in the Finger Lakes. “2015 was a tough year for me, but I am hanging in there.” Dick is still singing bass in the church choir (since 1978), and has been their treasurer for almost 25 years. He says, “My new pursuit is genealogy, and am busy finding out about the Wenner Swiss and Alsace roots, totally fascinating! Don’t get back to the campus much. Never really recovered from campus life in the ’70s, and recent shenanigans have not helped.”
Katherine Thomas Graduation
Weg Thomas has recovered perfectly from a total hip replacement and is back hiking trails and working at the Conservation District. “Granddaughter Katherine Thomas graduated from TCU.TCU is not far from the Cadigans’, so we had a jolly dinner with them as part of the celebration. Some of you know that Katherine’s brother, Nick, died most unexpectedly on Easter Day. Their father, Sean, started life in Vet’s Village in 1959.” Nick and Weg were very close, as he was an environmental restoration specialist. In his honor a tree planting project was started. So far, more than 200 trees have been planted and the donations keep rolling in.
“The Chases and the Moodys joined me for an evening at the British Ambassador’s Residence in Washington to hear David Lough talk about his new book on Churchill’s finances, No More Champagne. Then on to a great French bistro dinner. A great story, as we do our retirement budgeting! Churchill, needless to say, was not a fan of budgeting, nor was his wife!!”
David Britt writes: “Spurts said, ‘Talk or else,’ so I’m spilling the whole ugly story of the last year. Do not read while operating heavy machinery.
“AARP counsels seniors to keep moving, so we did. Again. First, we sold our summer condo in Connecticut. Then, six years after Sue designed our dream house on the Intracoastal Waterway (our longest stay ever in one house), we sold it and moved 1.6 miles north on Amelia Island, to a more urban, walkable, ungated community. I’m still enjoying moderating two discussion classes on foreign policy issues. It’s like a time warp to see folks with very different views listen to each other, agree on some basic facts, and find areas of agreement as well as differences. Maybe someday the country will try it again.
“In November, we took a very long cruise from Hong Kong to Capetown, with a number of stops in Malaysia, Brunei (not invited to stay in Sultan’s 800-room palace), and Indonesia. The highlights were several stops in East Africa down to South Africa. We saw, over and over, unrealized agricultural potential, masses of unemployed young urban men, and young, young populations. For pure fun we visited the Italian lakes last spring—stunning scenery, great food, no George Clooney. And, after everyone else in the Wes extended family, we saw Hamilton, that astounding, wonderful, riveting reinvention of American musical theater. Miranda ’02 and Kail ’99 are kicking Royalist butt.”
Hugh Lifson writes: “I really appreciated Bing Leverich’s note about Carl Schorske. I never took a course with him, but had many discussions with the great man via Terry Frederick, who lived with Schorske for a while. Ditto Louis Mink, Fred Millett, William Coley, Richard Winslow, Robert Cohen, and many others—as only a Wesleyan student of the time was able to schmooze with our exalted professors!
“Schorske came to Cornell College twice while I was teaching there. I described the second visit in our 50th Reunion Book. The first was equally remarkable. In response to an odd question of mine, he discoursed for 90 minutes spontaneously and astonished all of my colleagues. We happy few would not have been surprised. I hope Wesleyan does something special about him.
“Fond memories also for Vic Butterfield, inspired by your recent article. He seemed to know us all!”
George Holzwarth, officially retired (emeritus) as a professor of physics at Wake Forest, works in mentoring undergrad research and the occasional honors thesis. Working with 18-to-22-year-olds is keeping him young! “On a whim, I bought Dave Potts’ new book, Wesleyan University 1910-1970, to learn a little about academic politics during our years in Middletown. It’s a fascinating book, filled with details about the battles for the soul of Wesleyan carried out between Vic Butterfield, the Board of Trustees, and the faculty, especially during our time there—1955–1959. Highly recommended!”
Bruce Dow is still working 20 hours per week as a community psychiatrist on Cape Cod, where he has a home near the ocean. He published his first book last year, Dream Therapy for PTSD (Praeger Press, 2015), and has a second book in progress, on the newer antipsychotic medications for schizophrenia. His partner, Rae Edelson (Barnard ’64), runs an art program (Gateway Arts) in Boston for people with mental disabilities. They shuttle between their two homes. Bruce has three grandchildren (in Seattle and Denver), and she has four (in Chicago and Washington, D. C.), so they travel around the country as well.
Rick Garcia is the current president of the Bolivian Academy of Economic Sciences (ABCE). See the Newsmaker for his update.
In February 2015, Peggy and Dave Hale escaped winter with two weeks in Chile and Argentina where they visited ranches, wineries, and a microbrewery. They heard interesting talks on a variety of cultural and historical topics, and took a tango lesson in Buenos Aires. In September they flew to eastern Europe where they boarded a ship on the Danube River to visit Bulgaria, Serbia, Croatia, and Hungary. They experienced four folk dance groups, castles, cathedrals, and much talk about the miseries of life with communism.
Bob Mortimer wrote: “Mimi and I moved around quite a bit in 2015. We were in France for three months in the spring and then again in the fall. As our research interests center around France and its former colonies, we are always happy to see friends whom we met throughout the francophone world. It’s always a little bit ‘Afrique sur Seine’ for us (to quote the title of one of the earliest African films). In June our daughter Denise ’93 brought her kids (who are in a French-speaking school) to Paris to confirm that there really is an Eiffel Tower and no end of bookstalls filled with Tintin. During the fall we were too close for comfort to the terrorist attacks and the rise of the ultra-nationalist Front National. There was a Dickensian feel to our visits: ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…’ We also visited Jordan with its magical sites of Petra and the Wadi Rum desert, but the regional chaos and Syrian refugee crisis weigh heavily upon that country. Only Iceland, where we stopped off for a week in June on our way back to Boulder, seemed a refuge from the world’s troubles.”
Chuck Olton has published a book, Heroic Vision: A Story of Revolutionary Art and Politics. Anyone interested can learn more at heroicvision.net. Chuck and Barbara have been dividing their time between a home on Shelter Island (a community of 4,000 in winter and 25,000 in summer) and an apartment on lower Fifth Avenue, where they have lived since the early 1990s. They plan to sell their island house soon and will move to a retirement community, but they are not giving up on New York yet!
I am sorry to report that Bob Votaw died Jan. 26, 2016, in Farmington, Conn., after an extended illness. He majored in biology at Wesleyan and then received a Ph.D. in microbiology from Case Western Reserve University in 1964. He was a member of the faculty at Case Western until his appointment in 1966 as associate professor of biochemistry and director of Multidiscipline Laboratories at the soon-to-be built University of Connecticut Health Center. During his tenure with the UConn Health Center, Bob was instrumental in the design of the multidisciplinary labs and the medical school’s first microbiology curriculum. Later he also served as an assistant dean of medicine and led the development of the school’s first computer-based education program. After retiring from UConn, Bob was an alternate energy project developer. An excellent researcher and teacher, avid outdoorsman, gardener, gourmet cook, gun enthusiast, and historic preservationist, Bob lived for more than 35 years in Farmington. He was married to the former Joye Lynn Dickens in 1961. The couple divorced in 1988. He leaves behind his three children and his close friend Norma Hartley. On behalf of the class of 1960, I express our condolences to his family and friends.
Ann and Bob Williams are passionate about their involvement with The Highlands Chorale, which performed another December holiday concert with selections commemorating Christmas, Hanukkah, and the winter solstice. Bob has gotten increasingly involved in the MidCoast Senior College, where he both teaches (last fall’s offering was Six Spies in the Shadows) and serves on the board. He also edits their newsletter. His history of Topsham (Topsham, Maine, from the River to the Highlands) has been well-received. His most recent book (Stealing Van Gogh) follows the intriguing story of the painting “Night Cafe” from 1888 to the present.
Richard Corson sends word: “Having retired from my library directorship at SUNY Maritime College in 2001, I continue to live at my house in Forest Hills. After years of avoidance, I finally got a smartphone. I also activated my long dormant Facebook account. As a consequence, I am taking more photographs and exercising more care in their composition, and posting them. Once I had the smartphone, I figured why not get an activity tracker to keep me honest, so I waddle around Forest Hills on a four-mile circuit almost every day. From 2002–2010 I was a three-day-a-week volunteer at the office of the NYC Habitat for Humanity affiliate, first in Brooklyn Heights, then on John Street in the financial district.”
Following Richard’s wife’s death three days after their 49th anniversary, he became more active in his Congregational Church-in-the-Gardens, located in Forest Hills. He also attended theater events, encouraged by his participation in the Theater Development Fund (TDF)
“This past winter,” Richard continues, “I transcribed my maternal grandmother’s five-year diary from 1933–37, which resulted in connecting with my 88-year-old cousin, Joy, whom I had never met. It turns out that Joy and her husband, Michael, gave Harper Lee the means to take a year off from her work as an airline reservation clerk in New York to finish To Kill a Mockingbird. Who knew?”
More news from New York State by Tom Seward: “In July, on their way to Chautauqua Lake for a couple of weeks, Carol and Dave Denny stopped by Eve and Tom Seward’s cottage on Keuka Lake (N.Y.). Joyce Barney and her new husband, Kim Milling, joined them. We enjoyed meeting Kim. Over dinner we told some great John Barney stories. It was a bit like a mini Delta Sig reunion.
Last fall, Paul Boynton was reflecting about our 50th Reunion celebration: “Occasionally I think back fondly to that gathering. Then I leap further back to sort through memories from those years when we all got to know each other. (I just now paused to review the two sentences I wrote, which strike me as the musing of a verifiably old man. No matter, those were verifiably great times.)”He also sends updates: “I taught my last class at the UW in the fall of 2013, and miss that constant contact with students, but keep busy analyzing data and writing papers reporting the experimental gravitation program that my research group carried out over the past two decades. Barbara and I spent a few weeks with grandchildren in Europe in ’12, and a few more in China two years ago where I spoke at a conference in Shanghai, at university in Wuhan, and as we relaxed as guests of Beijing U through the longstanding academic connections of our oldest son. We take great joy in our growing family of six “kids,” 12 grandkids, and recently a spectacular great-granddaughter.”
Following their daughter’s June wedding last summer, Ernie Hildner and his wife, Sandy, anticipated traveling to the Galapagos Islands. “I walked into Machu Picchu on the Inca Trail 36 years ago (!), acclimating to altitude at the beginning of a month-long climbing trip, which culminated with a successful ascent of 22,200 feet. Standing on the summit of Huascaran, one is almost the farthest from the center of Earth as one can get and still have your feet on the ground. (Second only to the summit of Chimborazo, in Ecuador.) It will be interesting to see what changes have occurred in 36 years to a ruin about 600 years old. In late January, we go to Chamonix, France, for a week, to ski the great variety of areas on the north, east, and, south slopes of Mont Blanc. We’re very grateful that our health has held up—with the frequent aid of modern medicine—as well as it has.”
Your class secretary always appreciates a word from his former roommates. Emil Frankel writes: “Still active in transportation policy matters, serving as Interim President & CEO of Eno Center for Transportation, a small DC-based transportation policy think tank, ’til a new President is selected by the Board of Directors; serving on a couple of boards; and writing on transportation policy topics for various periodicals and organizations. Also, just completed service on a panel for Connecticut Governor Dannel Malloy, making recommendations on transportation funding for the State.”
Jack Mitchell sends his update: “Our family is very blessed—we are all are healthy and in harmony. Linda and I will celebrate our 55th wedding anniversary in June. My grandson, Lyle ’16, is graduating from Wesleyan in June and my granddaughter, Dana ’18, is a sophomore at Wesleyan. They both play lacrosse. I have three other grandchildren in college and two in high school.
We now have eight men’s and women’s clothing stores, coast-to-coast: Westport, Greenwich, Huntington Long Island, San Francisco, Palo Alto, Seattle, and Portland, Ore. I continue to travel and speak, and have done more than 225 motivational speeches on my Hug Your Customer and Hug Your People books, in addition to working on our selling floor as the chairman of our family’s men’s and women’s clothing business. I continue on the faculty of Columbia Business School, guest lecturing in family business and luxury retail, and am playing lots of tennis and loving it! Finally, I am proud to be on the Presidents Council at Wesleyan!”
Sandy McCurdy submitted a few words as follows: “Heard from Howard Morgan that he and Dick Arnold hang out with their families in Florida somewhere (no doubt not a slum area!) and things are well with them all. My thoughts have drifted back to some of our deceased classmates, Hank Hilles and Pete Odell in particular. What wonderful creatures they each were as we knew them, and remembering especially how Hank loved the lyrics (which I believe someone in our class made up) to that old spiritual: “He’s got the whole world, in his hands ….” redoing it as: “He’s got a great big banana—in his ear, he’s got a great big banana—in his ear…” Ah, the carefree days of fine nonsense.
Another classmate, Bob Folley, died a few months ago following an extended period of cancer therapy and treatment. Bob, a dental colleague, a graduate school roommate, a gross anatomy teammate, and Best Man at Jon Magendanz’s wedding, was an avid golfer who, much to Magendanz’s amazement, would compete in tournaments held days after the snow melted and would finish as the winner. He practiced general dentistry in the Navy for two years and then for 33 years in his Glens Falls, N.Y., office. A unique follow-through for Bob’s golfing experience and expertise was that after retiring from dentistry, he joined the New York State Golf Association as a course rater. This position required his evaluation of golf courses throughout the nation. As he would say, with a grin: “It’s tough work, but somebody’s got to do it!”
Coming up in the next Class Notes edition: Words from Bob Carey, guest preacher for the Martin Luther King Jr. service at the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine, and some philosophical thoughts from Foster Morrison and Ed McClellan. Stay tuned! Respectfully submitted,
Bob Gause sends greetings to everyone from his MaineCat catamaran in the Bocas del Toro region of Panama, where he takes a “sabbatical” from January to May every year with spouse Nancy and Jack, the Jack Russell, from his Bangor, Maine, pediatric orthopedics practice and continues his fiction writing. Check him out on Amazon.com. He writes that he looks forward to seeing everyone in good health at our 55th Reunion next year.
Bob Saliba officially closed his law practice in July last year. In January he and Jenifer spent a few days in Washington pursuing their “passion for American art and history,” adding, “We spent a wonderful evening with Robin Berrington, who suggested we explore the Sackler Gallery, which the next day we did and discovered the Japanese art of Tawaraya Sotatsu (and others). Thanks to Robin for opening up a whole new world to us.”
And a sad note on the passing last December of Peter Nuelsen. After receiving a master’s in architecture from Yale in 1966, he had a highly successful career in a New Haven architectural firm designing and renovating healthcare facilities from New Hampshire to Philadelphia. We extend our condolences to his wife, Joyce, and his family.
Appearing for the first time in these notes, Tom Buxton, who lives on Whidbey Island, Wash., reports that he retired as director of program management at Boeing in 2000 after 32 years there. When he first started, he recalls that Boeing was “coddling along” the new 747 but wasn’t doing it well. Of course, the bugs got worked out and the rest is history. The last plane he worked on was the 777, “Boeing’s last metal plane; the newer 787 is plastic.” He has been married for 36 years to Tara Anderson, who had children from a prior marriage. Just in the last three years, they’ve gotten into grandparenting with the birth of three grandchildren. After Wes U, Tom went to Carnegie Mellon and got a degree in industrial administration. Then after a sojourn at Exxon, it was on to Boeing. Prior to his professional career, Tom easily “chose the Peace Corps over the war in Vietnam.” After training in the U.S. in creating agricultural cooperatives, was sent to Peru, in the Andes, east of Lima. The success of their team’s work depended on the presence of a strong local leader—which they didn’t always have. Tom did charitable work before retirement, which he still continues. He “nurtures” churches—helping with fund-raising to build, then flourish. He says he’d seen lots of good programs that focused on a specific problem but churches focus on the wellbeing of the whole person (and this he calls his “hobby”). Tara, is “big-time gardener” and, as they are both avowed “climate freaks,” they have sworn off travel, seeing it as leaving too big a footprint. So their travel is confined to the Cascadia region.
Living quite a long way from the Cascade Mountains, Bob Siegle in Philadelphia is not going to retire anytime soon. He loves his work as a pediatric radiologist and when I talked to him he was actually taking a 10-minute break. After Wes U he and Dan Hottenstein went through both their initial MD training and then their specialty training in radiology together. After his internship, Bob went into the USAF and served as a general medical officer at a base in Columbia, Mich. His focus was generally on pediatrics. His wife, Rita, is also retired, having worked as professional grant writer. They recently returned from a three-week trip to Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia.
Dale Henderson went to the London School of Economics (M.S.Econ.) and then on to Yale (PhD). During his career, he spent 34 years in two stays at the Federal Reserve Board, ending as a senior adviser. In between and afterwards, he was a professor at Georgetown He has also taught at a number of other universities, including Yale and Copenhagen and has been a visiting scholar. His research-support activities include cofounding the International Research Forum on Monetary Policy, which holds regular conferences. He has published widely in the his field and is currently working on what he says may be his “last” research paper, a comparison of alternative methods for analyzing productivity increases, which may be too specialized to be of interest to the general public. However, he has two items which might be more interesting: a public lecture he gave in ’09, “All the Wrong Incentives: A Financial Perfect Storm”; and a monograph coauthored in ’13, “Maintaining Financial Stability in an Open Economy: Sweden in the Global Crisis and Beyond.” (He would provide URLs to where they can be found). Dale is also doing some remodeling to the home where he and his wife Bonny live. They have a son and a daughter and are hopeful that grandchildren will follow.
When a freshman at Wes U, in order to get a good gym grade, Dale tried out for the freshman soccer team. While he did get the good grade, it was a uphill struggle for him, since he’d never played any high school soccer, However, “I did appreciate the chance to participate in sports including soccer, wrestling and lacrosse though I was not much good at any of them and dropped them all by my junior year. Thank goodness I was better at other things.” The summer between his third and fourth year, Dale went to Malawi with Operation Crossroads Africa. His US team, interracial by design, cooperated with a team of African students in building a sports team dressing room adjacent to a school and playing field. The small size of their project was due to the government’s lack of support.
Under the heading of “one thing leads to another,” Dale suggested I contact Bill Roberts, who also went to Africa with Crossroads, to see if he remembered others. Bill, who worked in Gambia while there responded, with the names of Jim Dinsmore, Russ Richey and Dave Holdt and suggested that Dave might recall others. Dave had worked for Crossroads in Somalia during the summer of ’62, but had had a very interesting experience while in Nairobi. He and a couple of Crossroads friends were in a bar and hit it off with a nice African lady whose last name was Kenyatta. She invited them to her house the next day to meet her parents. Quite excited, they reported their forthcoming visit to Crossroads authorities and the next day they visited and spent a wonderful time with Mzee Jomo Kenyatta, who was just out of jail and about to become President of Kenya. Dave reports Mzee was a wonderful host and gentleman, delighted to talk to them and very appreciative of Americans coming to his country to help out. After a few hours there, a bus load of other Crossroads volunteers pulled up in front of the house having been alerted by Operation Crossroads of this wonderful opportunity! Mzee laughed, asking if he was now going to have to spend the next couple of weeks talking to “lots of American volunteers.” Dave recalled another less pleasant experience in Africa. He and two friends decided to hike up Mt. Kilimanjaro to a lodge run by an American priest, spend the night, and return the next day. But they left late and had not gotten to the lodge when it got dark. Suddenly they found themselves surrounded by 12 African men with bows and arrows. Neither group spoke the other’s language and it was not looking good. Suddenly a 10-year-old African boy happened by and heard them talking English, which he spoke quite well. He intervened and then explained to the Africans what these white men were doing and led them to the lodge (followed by the 12 armed men). After knocking on the lodge door, they were greeted by the priest who had a .45 in his outstretched hand. It turned out that about three miles away was an African priest in a similar lodge, who had been robbed by African bandits the night before—which explained why suspicion abounded. The American priest was from Connecticut and was very happy to have been the one who had taught the 10-year-old to speak English. Dave is now leading a memoir writing group under the auspices of UConn. He finds it helpful in his own memoir writing, and he enjoys the participants, who range in age from 70 to 94.
Please feel free to send me the names of classmates you’d like to read about in this column. And I’ll do my best to contact them.
