JOHN W. GOULD, 83, a retired real estate banker, died Mar. 10, 2013. He was a member of Alpha Delta Phi and served in the military, after which he began a long career in banking. In 2000, he moved to Essex, Conn., where he was involved with the community. Survivors include his wife, Nancy Betham Gould; his son; two daughters; a granddaughter; his sister; his brother-in-law, George A. Lewis ’53; and several nieces and nephews, including Peter W. Lewis ’78.
College day friendships were renewed during our 60th Reunion last May. Three couples made plans for dinner together on Cape Cod during the summer. A few days into the fall, Joan and Bob Lavin, Sandy and Bill Underhill, and Sandy and Jerry Zackin were together in Sandwich, Mass. Jerry and Sandy will be in Sarasota, Fla., until May “except for a Dubai-Singapore cruise in December and a land trip to Croatia and Slovenia in March.”
The day before I departed Oklahoma to fly east for the Reunion, Joe Buchman shared memories and current activities with me during lunch in Tulsa, where he and his wife, Barbara, were visiting her daughter and grandchildren. In their Seattle domicile Joe continues consulting with medical professionals to provide efficient prevention and care to those in need and Barbara is involved in a number of community-wide activities.
As reported in the last Wesleyan, John W. Gould, a history major and member of Alpha Delta Phi, passed away unexpectedly on March 10, 2013, in Essex, Conn. Following military service, John began a career in real estate banking and insurance in the Philadelphia area. A long time resident of Wayne, Pa., he retired from the Lawyer’s Title Insurance Corporation, where he was a manager. In 2000, he and his wife, Nancy, moved to Essex, where John enjoyed traveling, bike riding, reading, gardening, going to the Essex Corinthian Yacht Club, and Monday night at the Griswold Inn. Condolences of the class are extended to his wife, Nancy, his three children, a granddaughter, brother-in-law George A. Lewis (also an Alpha Delt), and nephew Peter W. Lewis ’78.
The death of Stuart Goldsmith on July 23, 2013, at his home in Bellport, N.Y., was reported by Dixie Sanger ’52, who wrote the following tribute:
I have the sad duty of reporting the death of Brother Stuart Goldsmith on July 23, 2013, at his home in Bellport, NY. Chip had been in declining health for years, but as recently as last March, when Maggie and I visited him at his winter home in Florida, had seemed to have staged another of his remarkable recoveries. We had a lovely time dining with him and, of course wining with him (although you will be glad to know I abstained) and enjoyed the company of a couple of his lady friends, being careful never to acknowledge the existence of the one in the presence of the other.
Chip was in good spirits, moving around without too much discomfort, and still driving, although not well. (Nothing new in that; he was always a better guide than driver.) Shortly after returning to Long Island for the summer, however, he fell ill again. From a distance, our best diagnosis is that his much-repaired heart finally gave out; this time there were no more medical miracles to performed. Chip had enjoyed nearly 25 years of borrowed time; his first heart attack, which hit as he was hustling to board a plane at what was then Washington National Airport, would have killed him had it not taken place with skilled help (and a defibrillator) right at hand.
Last Friday he was taken off all life-support devices save an oxygen inhalator, and sent home from Stony Brook Medical Center.The doctors told him he might live two more hours, or two more weeks. He called a few friends, including Maggie and me, to say goodbye. I was able to tell him I loved him and that I would pray for him, whether he liked it or not.
As you may know, Chip had little use for organized religion; he acknowledged that there might be some cosmic Power beyond his understanding, but would never accept the idea of what he called “an interventionist God.” Ironically, he was the kid with the religious upbringing; I came from an essentially pagan home. In his teens he was an acolyte at Wilmington’s Trinity Church, where in 1953 he would be invited to be best man at my marriage to Margaret Marvel. (Delayed by problems on the Pennsylvania Railroad’s main line north of Wilmington, he arrived in his officers’ training sailor suit just in time to see Maggie and me emerge from the church.)
Chip was my oldest friend. We met when he was eight and I had just turned nine. Our fathers both mechanical engineers worked together building paper-making machines at the Pusey & Jones Corp. on Wilmington’s riverfront. My brother Frank, 13 years older than I, was at the Naval Academy at the time and had gotten tickets to the Army-Navy game in Philadelphia. The Frank Sangers and the Phil Goldsmiths were going up from Wilmington together. The families assembled at the Goldsmiths’ home in Wawaset, where I first met their son (an only child), Chip. Oddly, the first home Maggie and I owned a couple of decades later was the other half of this semi-detached house on Macdonough Road.
Many will remember Stuart as a serious student who graduated with high distinction from Wesleyan. What many of you may not realize, however, is that in an earlier incarnation he was an equally serious jock who showed little promise as a scholar. At Wilmington Friends School, he was the shortstop who backed me up and first gave me the nickname “Dixie” when I was on the mound pitching. Sent off to McDonogh, a military school in Baltimore, for an infraction that was never fully disclosed, he went on to play quarterback in a league where Friends School’s Quakers could never have held their own.
I might never have been a Wesleyan Alpha Delt but for Chip, and Chip might never have been one but for me. Chip’s cousin, Ann Hamm, was dating Brother Bob Ludlum in 1948, when I was recruited to go to Wesleyan. Through Chip and his family, I met Bob and actually got to know him and some of the other brothers Carl Wright, Jack Easton, Gigs Gamon when I visited them with my friend Mark Attix at a lakeside resort where they were working. Ludlum saw to it that I pledged Alpha Delt, and a year later I did the same for Chip when he followed along to Wesleyan.
After that, it was OCS and a lengthy, if mysterious, career as a Cold Warrior, first in Naval Intelligence and, after Harvard Business School, in what he said was simply international business. Whatever it was, he and Ann traveled the world, in and out of London and Tokyo like commuters and coming to roost in hot spots like Nairobi and Cairo. Along the way, he earned the respect of many for his business acumen and the admiration of others for his cosmopolitan lifestyle. He loved the theater and the opera. He collected fine art as he journeyed around the world. He followed current events with considerable passion, and gave generously in support of his principles. He even ran for the local school board, won, and served until the “teachers’ union,” one of the objects of his sometimes vitriolic scorn, rose up and unseated him. Stuart leaves no immediate survivors. His beloved Ann died three years ago; his own death occurred on what would have been their 53rd wedding anniversary. As he wished, there will be no funeral. His remains will go where he wanted with Ann’s, on the waters of the Great South Bay.
A history-English major, Olla Podrida editor-in-chief, and member of Alpha Delta Phi, Stuart served four years in naval intelligence and received a Harvard MBA in 1960. His international business activities for a number of companies took his wife, Ann, and him around the world, “in and out of London and Tokyo like commuters and coming to roost in hot spots like Nairobi and Cairo.” Stuart leaves no immediate survivors, Ann having died three years previous.
A bit of college trivia: Being the fifth of six immediate family members (my uncle, my father and three cousins) to attend Wesleyan, I had identified two distant Miller cousins, class of 1909 and 1929, as additional graduates through my continuing genealogy research. A seventh graduate, class of 1885, was a non-Miller, distant female cousin whose pioneering medical practice was cut short by her death at age 41. Now, unexpectedly, I find that my daughter-in-law’s third great-grandfather’s second marriage to a Middletown widow was performed by our President Stephen Olin in 1850 and that the widow’s father, William James Trench, was one of the founders of the university and a trustee 1835–1867. Her first husband was a Wesman (1844) as was the husband (1875) of her daughter. Her two spouses and the son-in-law were Methodist Episcopal ministers.
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JAMES D. TRUMBOWER, 79, a retired high school English teacher and language arts supervisor, died June 21, 2008. A member of Delta Tau Delta, he served in the U.S. Army during the Korean War and received a MALS from Wesleyan in 1969. Survivors include his wife, Dorothy Dale Trumbower, three children, eight grandchildren, one great–granddaughter, and a sister.
DAVID SIME JR., the founder of Growth Ventures Incorporated and a specialist in mergers and acquisitions, died Aug. 10, 2011. He was 80. A member of Delta Upsilon, he was a U.S. Army Ranger during the Korean War and then received an MBA from Babson College. Among those who survive are three daughters, six grandchildren, and a sister.
ALAN B. SANDERSON, a reporter and teacher, died May 16, 2006. He was 75. A U.S. Army veteran, he received a master’s degree from Boston University. Survivors include a brother, several nieces and nephews, and a special friend, Rolanda (Lolly) Sturtevant.
WILLIAM T. ROCHE JR., who founded the real estate company Roche and Associates in Kirkland, Wash., died Nov. 13, 2011, at age 80. A member of Delta Tau Delta, he attended the University of Pennsylvania as part of IBM’s MBA program. After several years with IBM, he taught at Bellevue (Wash.) College and then began his career in real estate. Survivors include his wife, Biff Motschall Roche, four children, six grandchildren, and one great-grandchild.
JOHN P. REMENSNYDER, M.D., a surgeon who specialized in burns and who had been chief of the division of plastic and reconstructive surgery at Massachusetts General Hospital, as well as chief of staff at the Shriners Hospital for Children, died Oct. 14, 2006. He was 75. Elected to Phi Beta Kappa, he received his degree with honors and was a member of Psi Upsilon. He received a medical degree from Harvard University. During his long and productive career, he was an invaluable mentor, teacher, and surgeon. He also traveled to other countries to teach and perform plastic and reconstructive surgery. In Moscow, he helped to start the Project HOPE Burn Center for children, work that was featured in a story on National Public Radio. Survivors include his wife, Mary Baldridge Remensnyder; two daughters; a son,Stuart W. Remensnyder ’84; a granddaughter; a sister; a brother-in-law, Robert W. Baldridge ’56; and a niece, Lynn C. Baldridge ’86.
WILLIAM T. PRYCE, a Foreign Service officer who served as ambassador to Honduras and as senior director for Latin America at the National Security Council, died July 11, 2006 at age 73. A member of Delta Kappa Epsilon, he received his degree with honors and with distinction in economics. He received a master’s degree from the Fletcher School of Law and Diplomacy at Tufts University, after which he served as an officer in the U.S. Navy and then entered the Foreign Service. His posts included Mexico, the Soviet Union, and, Bolivia. In addition, he worked closely on developing and implementing U.S. policies toward Panama and Nicaragua. At the National Security Council, he was also involved in the resolution of the civil war in El Salvador. He retired in 1966 but continued to be involved in the North American Free Trade Agreement and other free-trade issues as vice president and head of Washington operations of the Council of the Americas. Among those who survive are his wife, Joan MacClurg Pryce; two sons, Jeffrey F. Pryce ’82 and Scott F. Pryce ’87; a daughter; five grandchildren; and a sister.
HECTOR F. PHELPS JR., an analyst and underwriter at The Hartford Insurance Group for 30 years, who was also an accomplished artist, singer, actor, director, and writer, died Nov. 18, 2010, at age 79. He received his degree with honors and with distinction in theater. A member of Gamma Psi, he served in the U.S. Army. He performed with the Simsbury (Conn.) Light Opera Company, was a soloist with the Hartford Choral Club, a member of the Mark Twain Masquers, and in 1971 helped to found the Trinity Episcopal Church theater group. He donated his extensive theater and film library to Wesleyan. Survivors include an aunt, several cousins, and many friends.
KENNETH G. ORVIS, 74, an attorney, died June 9, 2005. He was a member of Sigma Nu and received a law degree from Cornell University. A member of the law firm of Orvis and Orvis in Albany, N.Y., he later became counsel for the Rensselaer County Department of Social Services and did pro bono representation of court-appointed clients. He is survived by his wife, Caroline Comly Orvis, three children, six grandchildren, and a large extended family.
