The Great Class of 1953 at Their Sixtieth Reunion
As we ponder the delightful memories of this wonderful group of classmate friends, memories of almost seven decades, the thoughts of the many that have left this life are inevitable. There are many words that have been spoken and written about them and we think Charlie Brown captured that spirit in a very lovely way in this episode of his cartooning. Thanks Charlie, and yes they are.
While Charlie may have brought a bit of tears to our eyes, we cannot help but reflect on the years of great joy and super team spirit 1953 has shared, and set an example for other classes in the Dartmouth family. That joy overcomes the sense of loss that can overtake our hearts and this picture of the 1953 Band of Brothers reverses that feeling promptly.
“Other days are very near us, as we sing here soft and low We can almost hear the voices of the boys of long ago. They are scattered now, these brothers, up and down the world they roam Some have gone to lands far distant, from the dear old college home Some have crossed the silent river, they are looking down tonight The thought of these old brothers, makes our love now burn so bright.” The Good Book Tells Us “The Last Shall Be First---”
And that means that Put Blodgett, who sent in the picture below just as we were putting this Summer Letter on the air, and Seth Carpenter, Harlan Fair, Bill Murray, and Jack Zimmerman, all attending Seth’s Family and Friends Pig Roast yesterday, have a straight shot into Paradise for the Eternal Reunion of the Great Class of 1953, for they jumped on the press caboose, hanging on to the hand rail and singing “Men of Dartmouth.” Super Put and a rushing thanks. Left to right are Jack, Seth, Harlan, Bill, and our 65th Reunion chair the incomparable Put [with only one T] Cheers, Dave
And now some news from lots of classmates
John Green writes from the North Woods of Minnesota
Dear Dave and Classmates,
Way back in 1979-80 Jan and I built a new, energy-efficient house on 10 acres of these Minnesota North Woods on a gravel road outside of town, and have enjoyed it ever since. My little garden (veggies and perennials) is doing great and we enjoy the birds (though I’m not hearing them as well these days). I still keep a small office in the Geology Department at the U. of Minn. Duluth where I taught for 41 years and retired in 1999, and lead an occasional geology field trip and give an occasional talk on geology and natural history. I participated in the local March for Science back in April, with a big, enthusiastic group. Jan continues her involvement in ornithology, ecology, and other environmental issues.
But our octogenicity (?) is finally catching up with us, and we have decided to pull up these stakes and will move later this summer into town, where we’re renting a handsome apartment directly overlooking magnificent Lake Superior. In a pleasant residential area, it’s in the independent living portion of a good retirement complex. For the record, our mail address will be 4004 London Road, Apt. CC27, Duluth, MN 55804, as of Sept. 1. So now we’re getting into gear for the big and challenging downsizing and unloading process that most of you have probably successfully completed. Fortunately we’re both more-or-less mobile, and we’ll be making our annual family visit to New England in late July and August, seeing both daughters and all 5 grandkids (all in college or post-grad school) as well as my sister and Jan’s brother.
Hoping the country survives until 2021, John [Dave here; now it has a chance]A great letter John and thanks, and told Jan and John in our response that Joanne and I are doing the same thing, but our lake in Lake Mary will be a touch Inferior to the view the Green’s will have of Lake Superior. And now from one of my favorite and most frequent correspondent, AltaBruce aka Bruce Sherman, the octogenarian that still skis the chute at Alta. It must be the air!!! Wow, and after responding to Bruce’s comment that my translation of Deserto in our “Call Sign” at Dartmouth in not Desert but Wilderness, I replied that Eleazar made that interpretation in his mission to convert the natives and that led to Bruce’s response: “Dave...I never figured you for a biblical scholar. Apropos the Bible, years ago...visiting Israel...we took a special tour out Elat...drove all day thru the Sinai in a special vehicle and arrived late afternoon at St. Katherina Monastery... a Greek Orthodox place that dates back to the 6th Century AD and...not incidentally...stands at the foot of MT SINAI...which I think you may have heard of being Dartmouth educated. [Got it Bruce] At any rate, we had a tour...then a simple meal with the residents. Afterward, we were shown to separate men's/women's sleeping quarters...no monkey business in a monastery. We passed out until 2AM when we awakened to a breakfast of tea and biscuits. THEN WE CLIMBED SINAI and watched the sun rise over the SINAI desert. There are no words... Awesome is the closest I can get. It's been a great life...and it ain't over yet! Your Classmate who still loves the Dartmouth we attended.” Now this young octogenarian who is getting a knee replaced as we scribe, well AltaBruce is still at it and here is a video of him skiing the chute at Alta. You will enjoy, and maybe pucker just a touch.
IMG_0194.MP4 Just click on that cute little pic and MARVEL!! Takes about ten seconds to activate the video link and it you have trouble, send me an email and we will resend.
Here is another for you skiers and “used to be” skiers like me, one of Bruce’s buddies skiing on his 100th birthday. How about that!!!!! http://bit.ly/GeorgeSkiing100 Collins Corner
Although the calendar shows it is still mid-summer, the activities of the New England fall are right around the corner. Let’s take a look at what just happened and what is coming up in the world of 1953.
The annual Dartmouth College Fund. Well, Ron Lazar, his dedicated team of Class Agents and you have done it. Our Class has once again exercised our renowned Legacy of Leadership syndrome by coming in with an outstanding 75% participation. Although the final figures are not in, that will be the best of all classes or one of the top two. Last year there were only four classes at 70% or above and 1953 number was two. It is particularly noteworthy, as the overall participation by all classes this year is at 44%. Well done Ron! You have led the Class to set a standard for other classes to emulate and strive for. It is this type of competition that moves the DCF forward and generates the funds that create scholarships, special programs and need blind admissions for so many talented young students. We all benefited as undergraduates from those who preceded us and our Legacy of Leadership helps set the standard for the future. Congratulations to the entire Class for a job well done!
What’s Next: The Stellar 65th - September 28 – 30, 2018
Although we have some important events coming up such as football games, Christmas luncheons, Homecoming, class meeting, Class Officers Weekend etc., the BIG event on the horizon is our stellar 65th Reunion. As noted earlier, it will be the weekend of September 28 – 30, 2018. Put Blodgett will be chairing the event and will be working with your classmates, including Dick Fleming as attendance chair, to make sure we all have a wonderful time.
We started 69 years earlier than our 65th back in 1949 with about 702 of us arriving on campus as “pea green” freshman. Today we have about 46% of us still here to carry on our legacy along with a host of loyal widows plus our children and grands – many of whom also proudly wear Dartmouth Green. The schedule will be unveiled as it develops, but rest assured that there will be plenty of time to visit with old friends, enjoy each other’s company and enjoy a look at the Dartmouth of today. Understanding that we will all be easing towards the later part of our eighth decade and perhaps not as spry as we once were, the program will be both comfortable and interesting. The football game can be watched at the stadium, or on the big screen set up for our use at the Hanover Inn. Should be a memorable weekend and experience, and I hope that you will be part of it. Many classmates have already reached out to their friends to be sure that they also plan to attend. Circle the dates and plan to join us. Details will be forthcoming to entice you further.
All of the wonderful accomplishments of our classmate Charlie Buchanan are detailed elsewhere in this newsletter. Charlie was the creator and driving force behind our last three wonderful mini-maxi reunions at West Point, Philadelphia and New York City. In addition to his many awards and recognitions, did you know that Charlie was also the recipient of the 1953 Legacy of Leadership Award presented to him the last day of the New York City event? Congratulations again, Charlie, and thanks for all you have done and continue to do for our Class
A copy of Charlie’s 1953 Legacy of Leadership Award is located on the following page.
Recent Losses:
Sorry to report the loss of three more of our beloved classmates. Details will appear elsewhere in this newsletter. Both Bob Longabaugh and Fred England left us on July 4th, and Tom Bloomer succumbed on July 8th. Information regarding a memorial service for Tom and Fred is included in their obituaries. I do not have any information or full obituary for Bob Longabaugh at this time. I hope some ‘53’s will be able to attend one or both of the memorials to pay respects for the entire Class. Dick Fleming and I will be driving up to Exeter on the 24th to share in the Fred England memorial.
Personal Item and Dartmouth International:
Sue and I just returned from an 11 day visit to Italy and France along with her son, his wife and their two daughters. Her son, Bob Hower is a Harvard ’86 and a Tuck ’93. While wearing my Dartmouth cap in Florence and on the beach at Saint Tropez, I was stopped several times in both places by other Dartmouth alums to chat about the Big Green. Our campus spreads wide and far.
On another personal note, while my son Jed ’92 was attending his 25th reunion in June, he was showing the campus to his twin sons who are juniors at Nobles Greenough school in Dedham, MA. (The headmaster at that school is Bob Henderson, Jr, son of our classmate Bob Henderson.) As Jed toured the campus they went by the Tri Kap and noted that their great grandfather, Charles Collins ’26 had been president of that house. He then passed the Kappa Sig house and noted that their grandfather (me) had been president of that house. On to the Psi U house where he told them that their uncle, Wylie Collins ’83, had been president of that house and that another uncle, Tris Collins ’86 was House Manager at Psi U. They finished up down by the AD house where Jed told them that he had been president of that house and their cousin, Ross Collins ’14 was also an AD. Small world this. Hope one of them gets a chance to continue the legacy. Hanover Happenings: - The annual Class Officers Weekend will be held in Hanover September 15th and 16th.
th - Our Annual Class meeting will be held in Hanover October 7 - With the fall football season only two short months away, listed below is the schedule for the 2017 season. Note that the Brown game will be played at Fenway Park this year.
Sept 16: Stetson College in Deland, Florida and the Dartmouth Club of Central Florida will have a pre-game Tailgate. Dave Halloran has details. Sept 23: Holy Cross at Hanover Sept 30: Penn Oct 7: Yale – Homecoming (Class meeting) Oct 14: Sacred Heart Oct 21: Columbia at Hanover Oct 28: Harvard Nov 4: Cornell at Hanover Nov 10: Brown at Fenway Park at 8 pm Nov 18: Princeton at Hanover
Stay well and stay in touch. Best, Al Harrison Solow, Herb’s bride and a major contributor to some of our pieces on the class website, has been silent for a while until we received this lovely piece on Wales, her origin, where she educated me years ago that the saint of the nation of Wales is St. David. How about that? Good to hear from you Harrison and send us more.
Dr. Harrison Solow Literary, Scholarly & Industry Author. Canonical & Innovative Literature & Writing Prof. SF Specialist. Hollywood. Convent. Wales. MFA, PhD. Pushcart Prize.
Wales & Cymru This is a publication that celebrates the poetics of these cultures — the elusive experience of an otherworld. It is not a travelogue, guide, sociology or history publication. Great note from Warren “Cass” Cassidy
Dave, In May I enjoyed a wonderful reunion with four other members of our 1952 baseball team, namely Frank Logan, Jim Churchill, Buzz Barton and Zack Boyages, all 52s.That group has been meeting for 25 years at a Dartmouth/Harvard game, and last year Frank invited me to join them. Much was discussed including our 15 inning win, in Hanover, over NCAA champion Holy Cross in which Frank pitched the entire game. We three Marines (Buzz, Zack and myself) reminisced over our careers, and everyone had comments about the current conditions in Hanover. Jim, our team captain remembered you, and, as with all old timers, our memories were much clearer than our current awareness! Hope all is well, Cass
Thanks Cass and I too remember Jim Churchill. Hope this letter will smoke out some other ‘53’ “baseballers” to join you for next year’s game. Below is a pic of this baseballers reunion. Play Ball!!!
A Dartmouth Football Game in Florida!!!!! Save the date Thee Who Liveth South of the Mason Dixon Line. Dartmouth will play Stetson University in Deland, Florida [close to Orlando} Here are the particulars. On 16 September the Dartmouth Football Team will play Stetson University in Deland here in Central Florida. Deland is on the I-4 corridor about midway between Orlando and Daytona Beach. We are going to have a tent, barbecue, beer and refreshments, and music arranged by the Dartmouth Club of Central Florida and those of you in the vicinity would delight us “crackers” with your presence. Let me know if you are interested and we will keep you posted on the details. We can get accommodations details to you as well.. A picture of the Stetson” stadium” and the principal campus hall is attached and reminds me of Memorial Field during our days in Hanover, and Stetson Hall a bit like Baker..
Stetson University is a private university with four colleges and schools located across the I-4 corridor in Central Florida, with the primary undergraduate campus located in Deland. Enrollment is 4330 in business, law, education, and music disciplines with an average tuition of $43,240. Acceptance rate is 63%. The university was founded in 1883 as Deland University by New York philanthropist Henry Deland, wanting to start his own town and school in Florida. Land was virtually free then. John B. Stetson of Stetson Hat fame became the principal philanthropist for the school and it was renamed Stetson University in 1889. In 1900, Stetson University founded the first law school in Florida:
Stetson was begun in the Baptist tradition with “For God and Truth”: as it founding slogan, much like our beloved Dartmouth was founded by Eleazar Wheelock in the Congregational tradition ”Voice Crying in the Desert” as its founding slogan. I still have my Vox Clamantis in Deserto jacket from the old days which along with my senior cane will be donated to the Seminole Nation Museum. The Seminole Nation of five tribes just loves the five tribes of the New Hampshire and Vermont area as protectors of their northern borders. Seminole tribes are very active citizens in our culture here and like to remind us from time to time that we are their guests. We never signed a treaty after the Second Seminole War. Going to a football game at FSU is like our days as Dartmouth Indians.
The Reunion of Roommates ---Norm Carpenter sent me the news of the Reunion of Jack Hall, Norm de la Chappelle, and Norm some years back, and through my oversight, it missed the spring edition for which I have apologized to Norm. The note that follows and the accompanying picture are especially important because we have lost both Jack and Norm this past year. Better late than never with deepest apologies to “two Norms with a Jack.” Sadly, both Jack and Norm passed away last December within ten days of each other. Norm Carpenter is carrying on the tradition of these great classmates and roommates. Norm was also your Scribe some years back when Don Goss was ill and Norm did a great job of pinch hitting for the Great Goss.
Here are portions of Norm letter of March of this year. Dear Dave. The enclosed picture of Norm Chappelle, Jack Hall, and me was taken in March 2001 at the Naples Beach Club. It was at a dinner we had to celebrate a 50 th year reunion of roommates in the spring of 1951 in 306 New Hampshire Hall. {We remember the din coming from New Hampshire, living next door in Topliff with Jim Cartmell and Dick Lombard. ] The previous newsletter which you can find on our website had obits for both Jack and Norm.
Om 1951 we had planned to continue as roommates in the fall in a Richardson quad with Stan Bell but Norm left Dartmouth in the summer and joined the Marine Corps. In the fall of 1953 he married Ginny Thompson [Mt. Holyoke ’53 ]and entered Columbia and graduated with a degree in hospital administration. He then served hospitals in NC and Washington. Norm later went with GE Medical Products. And later he and Ginny owned the Whalewalk Inn, a B and B on Cape Cod. In the winter they owned a Horse of a Different Color interior decorations n Naples. Ginny died of cancer in 2003 and Norm later went into a memory care facility in Naples. I kept in touch with Norm over the years and ran into him on a couple of unscheduled occasions, once in a lift line in Snowmass!!! and once in the parking lot at the Yale Dartmouth game at the Bowl. Jack was with Northern Trust in Naples and enjoying work as a volunteer at the annual Senior PGA event there. He retired from Northern Trust and he and Kathe built a home in Escudero after which I lost track of him. He was inducted into the Lawrenceville Hall of Fame and was doing fund raising for the Ft. Myers Symphony when we last communicated. What a ball player he was; what a great friend and roommate he and Norm will always be.
Aaron Epstein, a renowned journalist and journalistic teacher, and I have exchanged messages over the years about his kid journalists in his classes. Aaron writes “Dave, here’s the latest issue from my kids journalists. (Incidentally, as a onetime reporter at the Daytona Beach News-Journal, I know Stetson well. In fact, my wife Jackie took some courses there. Doubt we’ll make it to the football game, though. The Washington Nationals will have our attention in September — and, we believe, in the playoffs to follow).— Aaron” The .pdf file attached to your ’53 Out transmittal email houses a fascinating newspaper “The Blue and the Gold” written by the kids at Aaron’s Murch’s Elementary school and it is an awesome experience to read. For example, the lead article on the “Chinese Embassy Welcomes Student Reporters “gives us the hope that different cultures will always seek insights from one another. Check out “Homelessness can happen to anybody” Thank your gang of kids for us Aaron. Super report. Message from Dick Calkins a while back and overlooked in the last newsletter. Apologies Dick. Dick writes still hard at work doing mediations and conducting classes to train lawyers. Dick has some books on Amazon “Guilty Beyond a Reasonable Doubt” ”Chronicles from an American Mediator” ”So You Want to be a Mediator” and several others [Just go to Amazon and request Richard Calkins publications] Dick has travelled to 46 countries in his career acting as a mediator or part of a mediation team in what has been a fascinating career. They are looking forward to the next reunion at which I propose that Dick give a review of this amazing legal career: Fascinating and congrats Dick. If you want to reach Dick his website is [email protected] and his phone is515-283-0331 Bert Melcher Comments on Book Clubs.
Bert has been one of our regular correspondents over the years and he sent on a “reminder and refresher” on Book Club exchanges six months ago which got lost in my “digital closet”----does anybody else have that problem? Anyway, all is not lost and here is Bert’s suggestion on how to make book clubs sparkle a bit. Thanks Bert. “For those of you in book clubs, here is an idea for use when you are presenter to your club. I did this at our facility for those of us who are of “Advanced Middle Age.” I was reading a “Pickles” cartoon dealing with the height and length of emotional experiences. It reminded me of a favorite Robert Frost poem called “Happiness Makes Up in Height for What It Lacks in Length.” So I pulled out my book “Poems of Robert Frost” and read the poem. I continued reading his poems daily for a couple of weeks and decided it would be fun to share these with my fellow inmates. So I scheduled to present at our December club meeting. I knew that this would be a departure from the standard fare of history, fiction, biographies, etc., so I did not know if I would get much attendance. To liven the session, I offered to have others say their favorite Frost poems. I say “say the poems” because I recall one session at Dartmouth when someone asked Frost to read a poem; he replied that he does not “read” but he “says” them in a conversational manner. I got enough volunteers for saying some poems (of course, “Stopping by Woods” was one.). I selected “Death of the Hired Man” for my poem. The long free verse poem is essentially a short story with nearly all of it as a conversation between a husband and wife. For this to make sense, and avoid having one voice for both characters, I asked a couple here if they would say the poem. They were delighted - I said a brief parts of the narrator who simply sets the stage and they had the dialog. They even dressed as a New England farming couple. It was a sensation for our large audience. I started the session by reading the first poem in the book – “The Pasture” I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.” I then said that with this opening poem. Robert Frost invites us to join him in his poetry and in the fields and farms of his beloved New England. I mentioned that we both attended Dartmouth but otherwise we had nothing in common. He took “The Road Less Taken” – this poem was a favorite of a friend here who read it. Her husband was sent in WWII by Boeing in Seattle to Los Alamos to work on the atomic bomb. He drove there and as he approached Los Alamos he knew that he did not want to be involved with the bomb, so he turned around, drove to Princeton and entered the seminary. He and his wife spent years as missionaries in Ethiopia – they literally took ”less taken” roads for the benefit of humanity. We have a number of friends here like them. This book club session was fun and satisfying for me and others. “ TIME FOR A BREAK IN READING AND TO SIT BACK AT SOME ABSOLUTELY STUNNING PICTURES.
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It is June. It is sunny and hot today, and Dartmouth has just completed its commencement excercises.The green was awash with more colors and pageantry this year than ever as many of the graduates wore colorful knitted scarves over their black robes signifying their new dormitory allegiances.. Three of those graduates owe their origins to ‘53’s . George Sarner’s, Richard Greene’s, and Fred Whittemore’s grandchildren marched proudly down the aisle to receive their diplomas. binding our Class in the Dartmouth Family to yet another Class by their graduation. Congratulations, to all! Our most prolific writer, Peter Bridges has written a lovely memoire and paean to that part of our universe, the beauties of nature that has not been devoured by thoughtless human omnivores. He traces his deep love for our natural world as he moved from country to country throughout his career. Though he was generally stationed in large cities, he managed to seek out and enjoy the natural beauty of each area. He enthusiastically tipped his cap to Dartmouth and to the joy at climbing Mount Moosilauke, even replicating it at our 6oth reunion. Peter, can you do it again at our 65th?
President Collins writes that it is not too early to plan to join our classmates at our special 65th Reunion. It will take place in Hanover on September 28 – 30, 2018. There will be a home game and our accommodations will be provided for by the College either at the Hanover Inn or another premier spot depending on the numbers. Put Blodgett is chairing the event and Dick Fleming is at work boosting attendance. The College is absorbing most of the cost for our 65th, so individual charges will be modest but yet to be determined. So put it on your calendar and join us for what looks like a wonderful weekend. With sadness I offer our Class’ condolences to the families of our departed classmates: Jackson Hall, John Harris, David Folger, George High, Mayo Johnson, Harry Walburgh Jr., Kelly McBride, and Roger Warner.
A Wonderful Letter from my Roommate Jay Hague’s daughter Susan
Dave, this is Jaybirds daughter, Susan, checking in. I hope this note finds you. More importantly, I hope it finds you well! It is hard for me to believe that it has been twelve years since Dad's passing and almost as many years since I have spoken to you. Today happens to be my 19th Anniversary and it is impossible to remember this day without having wonderful and fond memories of Dad and his Dartmouth friends. The year of my wedding was the year Dad retired and he threw himself into the wedding planning as if he had been doing it his whole life! I was remembering Dad and then feeling terrible because I realized that June 30 came and went and I am not sure if Mom ever got her check to Dartmouth. It is always a small contribution but important to her and the rest of the family. This thought process lead me to the Class of '53 website and my great joy, in finding your name still attached to this wonderful labor of love. I wanted to reach out regarding a gift and to say hi and that is how I found the emails below.... An hour later after laughing and crying, I decided I must contact you and thank you once again for sharing these wonderful stories. This past two months has been a whirlwind with Mom with the usual problems of aging. She is now in an amazing facility here close us in Colorado and is doing as well as anyone can hope for. She is frail and confused but we still laugh and it is great to bring her home on weekends or pop in to visit her. She loves seeing Sydney and Claire, 15 and 16, and they are very generous and kind with their attention and affection. The good news is that I know that Dad helped guide us in this decision and he would be proud! Where are you living these days? How many of the '53's are still around and when is your next reunion? In my weeks at BG I had the privilege to get to know Jackie Fleet... wow, is she still energetic and fun!!! She was so kind and helpful. The class of '53 really is special. I actually introduced myself to a man last week in Vail who was wearing an old Dartmouth windbreaker with the year mostly worn... It sure looked like a '53 so you can imagine my disappointment to learn he was Class of '58. Regardless, we had a lovely conversation! I loved your comments about being a tin cup holder. Dad taught me to always give to Denison even if it wasn't much and after his passing, I too became a tin cup holder for my alma mater. I have since co- chaired two reunions. Please know that I think you words and Dad's memory had an impact on that decision. Wish you all the health and happiness in the world. Best, Susan Bert Melcher is a retired Captain USNR and is a Seabee, the Navy’s Construction Battalions sacred nickname. Bert sent this message to me on Memorial Day, a message I will cherish forever.
Bert Melcher Hi Dave and Happy Birthday and Memorial Day. Whenever I try to inform people who know nothing of the Seabees I tell them of the 300.000 construction workers who were vital in our Pacific islands campaign and let them know that the father of a friend of mine put the whole Seabee effort together and that he was in command of this great and impressive venture. I join you on this Memorial Day in commemorating your father. Dave Halloran Thanks so much Bert and sure enjoy our Internet correspondence and your additions to the Class NL. Have that Can Do Seabees pad right next to my keyboard and thanks so much for the kind words you have said about Dad. He loved the Seabees so and a number from the Sixth Brigade which he commanded in the Marianas have stayed in touch with the family. His driver Reils called the night after Dad was called home by the Lord, and Reils asked to speak to the Admiral. I told him of his passing and Reils said "David, I knew it . I felt it in my heart." The brotherhood of the Seabees is awesome and you all thrive on it to do miraculous things. A thousand thanks Bert, and "Can Do." Since this exchange of notes in early June, I have seen several others of the modern Seabees whom seem to know Dad’s story. And the one thing I forgot to mention to Bert is that Dad, ’19 and Thayer ’20, had as strong a loyalty to the College and his Class as he did to the Seabees. He and Cousin Don Halloran ’45 organized the Dartmouth Club of Tinian and the turnout was spectacular. Many, said Dad, had been to Hanover for a year and some not at all, but the Commodore’s tent had a three hour supply of beer which seemed to recruit Dartmouth lovers, some saying where is it?
At his 15th Reunion, Dad, Brother Dick ’51 and YT posed for a picture on the steps of Dartmouth Hall. I was 2 at the time. Was there ever a doubt about where I would go to College? Originally I was slated for the Class of 1954, but living in American Samoa in thirties had my parents decide to place me in the first grade a year early. That changed my Dartmouth future to the Class of 1953. BOY THAT WAS CLOSE.
Charlie Buchanan Strikes Again—Now an Honorary Alumnus of Skidmore in addition to being a Trustee of the College.
The Awards Committee and Alumni Board periodically recognize individuals who did not graduate from Skidmore as Honorary Alumni. There is no set criteria: this is strictly within the discretion of the committee with the Board’s approval and they recently selected ‘53’s Charlie Buchanan as an Honorary Alumni, and here is their citation. “Charles Buchanan knows a thing or two about managing complex organizations. The longtime vice president of Albany International spent a lifetime as a manufacturing executive, starting at Appleton Wire Works in his native Wisconsin. A corporate merger brought Charles and his family to Albany, N.Y., in 1975. A few years later, he received an invitation to lunch with two fellow Dartmouth alumni: Skidmore President Joe Palamountain and College trustee George Colton, a classmate of Charles' father. Their lively discussion launched a partnership that would have a profound impact on Skidmore's future. A trustee since 1981, Charles helped guide the College through the most challenging period in its history, laying the foundation for the thriving institution it is today.
Historically, women's colleges did not foster a culture of alumnae giving; the husband's alma mater typically took precedence in a couple's charitable activity. When Skidmore, newly relocated to the Jonsson campus, became coeducational in 1971, it had no endowment to fall back on. In the early '80s, President Palamountain was "still struggling to build the campus, one structure at a time," while trying to attract both male and female students in greater numbers, Charles recalls. The fact that Skidmore's endowment now stands close to $400 million, he observes, "is a testament to the loyalty, generosity, and love of Skidmore's alumni, families, and friends." As a trustee and a businessman, he understands the critical role leadership has played in the College's evolution. "I believe the major reason Skidmore has flourished is the trustees' careful choice of presidents; visionaries like Joe Palamountain, David Porter, and Philip Glotzbach, whose longevity allowed them to plan and implement strategic goals. They also had the good judgement to hire skillful and dedicated administrators like Director of Admissions and Financial Aid Mary Lou Bates and CFO Michael West. They all contributed to the stability necessary to create a first-rate campus." As Skidmore's longest-serving trustee, Charles Buchanan has played a vital role. President Potzbach has consulted Charles on a range of important issues. He observes, "Some people are analytical, casting a clear eye on the parameters and ramifications of a business or investment decision; others are more tuned into relationships and the human implications of choices and events. Rarely are these two sets of qualities manifested in a single individual. In this regard, Charlie Buchanan is truly an exception to the rule. He is intelligent, thoughtful, and tough-minded when he needs to be. At the same time, he is caring and sensitive to others, able to see things from multiple perspectives. Above all, he is driven by a commitment to service-a commitment he has displayed across his 36 years as Skidmore trustee. It has been my pleasure to know and work with him, and it is an honor to include him among the ranks of Skidmore alumni." DGH note --The citation for Charlie goes much further but in his omnipresent humility and sense of team Charlie suggested no further “cheers” were needed. Congratulations Charlie and thanks also from the whole Class of 1953 for all you have done for all of us ---recently the NYC Maxi Mini and previously the West Point and Philadelphia M and M’s. And Charlie was the one that got me involved in Class Activities after graduation when he recommended transferring the Treasurer’s role from him to me, and later came the Head Agent and now the Scribe, and I am not even a Skidmore graduate,[though I sure enjoyed meeting some of those lovely undergraduates during our Hanover days]. Super well done Charlie, and in the Navy flag vernacular “Bravo Zulu.”
Our Ambassador, Peter Bridges, captures the magnificence of “Forests, Meadows, Mountains: Notes from Eight Decades of Memories Outside” in an article written for the Crested Butte Magazine this summer. All Dartmouthians have a special view, and love, of nature and Peter captures that beauty in this wonderful piece. The man who climbed Mt. Mooselauke at the 60th is rumored to be planning it again at the 65th. Peter is truly an Ambassador of Nature.
Henry David Thoreau told an audience in Concord in 1851 that “I believe in the forest, and in the meadow….all good things are wild and free.” I agree with the forest and meadow part, but most of us think that civilization, which by definition is not wild, does have its good parts, although I myself have never much liked living in a metropolis or working in bureaucracies. What saved me, I think, during decades I was a denizen of big cities and big offices was that I had learned as a boy to love forests and meadows and, later, the mountains. To me the epitome of beauty is a sunny day in the aspens that have turned to gold in September, on the trail from Ohio Creek to Swampy Pass or the trail from Horse Ranch Park toward the Raggeds Wilderness. I treasure, too, memories of sparkling winter days, skiing out Mike’s Mile or the road to Gothic, or snowshoeing through quiet snowy woods toward Green Lake.
I began to learn and love the woods long before I first came here to Crested Butte. I went to summer camp when I was ten, in northern Wisconsin. The crux of the month was the Canoe Trip. A dozen and a half of us campers, a half-dozen counselors, and a half-dozen canoes went in rented trucks to a put-in point on the Wisconsin River, which was there just a hundred yards wide. We paddled downstream several miles to a campground and spent the night there, after the counselors cooked us dinner and told us ghost stories about the North Woods. They roused us at dawn and after scrambled eggs and charred toast we set off down the river. As sunrise came on, mist rose from the cold flowing water. A lagoon opened on our right. There I saw, as she waded slowly through shallows in the mist, a small brown doe. I stopped paddling and looked at her as we floated by. She stopped, too, and looked at us; at me. In a half-minute she was gone. But she remains always in my mind, pure beauty: my first wild creature.
At twelve I joined the Boy Scouts in Chicago, began to earn merit badges, and had another woodland experience that taught me there was more to life than cities. The hiking badge required 14- mile hikes. Our Scoutmaster devised a 14-mile route that began at the church on the city’s South Side where our troop met. On a Saturday morning we started marching west. In a mile the city ended and we walked out an almost empty road, in the last autumn of World War II, through what were then only nascent suburbs. Finally we reached a part of the Cook County forest preserve: a square mile of woods not penetrated by any road. In the middle of this quiet woods was our lodging for the night, four cabins built for the Scouts by the Kiwanis Club. That evening we cooked our dinners--I was no cook, but I brought a can of Libby’s beef stew, which had only to be warmed--and then our scoutmaster told stories about the Fox and Winnebago who had lived here. We had a good time, the best of it on Sunday morning. For hours we ranged the woodland playing games of cowboys and Indians in a world made up, as far as we could see, of oaks and sloughs and meadows and not a single house or car. After two such Sundays I knew that I was for the woods. Kenneth Roberts confirmed me in my knowledge.
Roberts is not quite forgotten today; before World War II he was famous for his historical novels. As a boy I read and read again Northwest Passage, his account of the march by Robert Rogers’ Rangers across the wilds of Vermont and New Hampshire in 1757, to destroy the Abenaki village whose warriors had raided white settlements. One Saturday when I was eight my father took me to see the film, starring Spencer Tracy as Major Rogers. It convinced me still further that I was for the woods. Perhaps, I began to think, I might go to college in New England, not a place my family knew. Dartmouth College in New Hampshire was affordable then for the middle class, and known for its Outing Club as well as its academics—and it owned a mountain called Moosilauke, a 4800- foot mountain that I got to know and love during the next six decades. (My wife and I last climbed it, with several family members and classmates, at my sixtieth Dartmouth reunion.)
I have known and loved a lot of mountains. And woods, and lakes, and broad green plains. My favorite place over the years has been the ridge of Mt. Axtell, 12,000 feet above sea level, with its long grassy slopes that remind me of The Sound of Music as we sit at the cairn by the top and look westward, at the peaks of Beckwith and Marceline and the lower lands beyond. Then we turn and look eastward, at Green Lake far beneath us and, beyond, Mt. Crested Butte and so many other good mountains. Another such place is equally high Scarp Ridge, with its views of the still higher Maroon Bells that wall us off from Aspen, while far below lies Blue Lake and perhaps a mountain goat or two.
I have enjoyed traveling widely, though not always to good places. I saw far worse cities than Washington, in which I spent decades. Soviet Moscow and Communist Prague were grim capitals of police states, Cairo poor and teeming, Panama oppressively hot. Once, though, outside dusty old Ulaanbaatar I ran up a green ridge and saw I shared it with a handsome Mongolian wolf. In Washington, my wife and I could escape from bureaucracy on climbs in the nearby Appalachians, or on runs along the old Chesapeake & Ohio Canal framed by huge sycamores. In Panama, we dived into the Pacific daily to wash off sweat and cares. During our years in Prague we could almost forget about the cruel regime when we spent Sundays on modest Czech mountains or on rambles along the best trail system in Europe. In crowded Rome I looked forward to vacations with my family in the Ladin valleys of the Dolomites.
Even in Somalia there were good and high places to visit. A hundred miles inland from Mogadishu I stood once atop Buur Heybe, a rounded monolith of pinkish pre-Cambrian granite that rises eleven hundred feet above a flat plain. It is an arid plain now, but in the big cave at the base of Buur Heybe an American archaeologist, Steven Brandt, was finding the skeletons and artifacts of humans who kept their herds on this plain five or six thousand years before Christ, when the Sahara and East Africa were well-watered and lush. I got once to Somalia’s highest point, seven thousand feet above sea level, with my friend Bill Fullerton, the British ambassador, and his wife, Arlene. We stood in cool air at the edge of a cliff, looking down at the shore of the Gulf of Aden, ten or fifteen miles away, where temperatures reach 115 degrees. Behind us was a forest of tall pencil cedars, the remnant of a much larger forest that was now falling prey to the charcoal-makers providing cooking fuel to Somalia’s exploding population. And it is still exploding today despite the country’s horrendous civil war.
Thank heaven, I think as I walk the woods above Crested Butte, for the great American conservationists of both parties, like Teddy Roosevelt who created 150 National Forests including ours, the Gunnison. Traveling in the Mediterranean world, I lament the deforestation that began two millennia ago, but then I hike through the huge pines on Corsica and the ancient beeches on Italy’s Apennines and am thankful that woodmen spared those trees.
Thoreau also loved meadows, as do most of us. In this valley, the Gunnison Ranchland Conservation Legacy, the Trust for Public Land, and others have saved thousands of acres of grassland forever—or at least as long as our laws last. But there are thousands of acres still to save, so that houses and highways do not replace all our Herefords. We may feel fortunate not to live on the searing plains of Africa, but we have work to do.
Peter and Mountain Guide Seumas in the Dolomites
Peter and Mary Jane atop Mt. Axtell
For Those Classmates Who Have Gone Before Us,
“Other days are very near us, as we sing here soft and low We can almost hear the voices of the boys of long ago. They are scattered now, these brothers, around the world they roam Some have gone to lands far distant, from the dear old college home Some have crossed the silent river, they are looking down tonight The thought of these brothers, makes our love now burn so bright.”
FREDERICK J. ENGLAND Jr.
Frederick J. England, Jr. CEO of Hastings-Tapley Insurance Agency, Inc. Exeter, NH – 86, died peacefully July 4, 2017 surrounded by loving family. He was the husband of Valerie (Wilcox) England and they shared 63 years of marriage. He raised his family in Reading, MA, later moved to Ipswich, MA and then to Durham, NH before relocating to Exeter in 2011. Born June 15, 1931 in Lynn, MA, he was the son of Frederick J. England Sr. and Marjorie A. (Norris) England. He was raised in Saugus, Massachusetts. Fred graduated from the Browne & Nichols School in Cambridge MA, received his BA from Dartmouth College, and his MBA from Dartmouth's Amos Tuck School of Business. After college, he served in the Navy for two years before joining his father in his insurance agency. In 1960, Fred earned his CPCU insurance designation from The American Institute of Property and Liability Underwriters in Malvern, PA. Always an entrepreneur, Fred loved finance and business, and was extremely active in both insurance and banking. His work was his hobby. He made his career as an insurance agent, serving as CEO of Hastings–Tapley Insurance Agency, Inc. until he retired in 2003. Very involved in the insurance association, he served as President of the Independent Insurance Agents of America. He also served terms as Chairman of the American Institute for Chartered Property Casualty Underwriters, Chairman of the Insurance Institute of America, Chairman of Insurance Institute at Northeastern University and Director of Insurance Services Office, Inc. He served on many other insurance boards and advisory committees. Fred's banking roles included President of Tanners National Bank in Woburn, MA, and most recently Director/Trustee of Eastern Bank Corporation. Fred remained active at Dartmouth throughout his life, having served as Head Agent for the Dartmouth Class of 1953 and as the Chairman of his 25th Dartmouth reunion among other roles. He has been honored for having a perfect record of giving every year since graduation. He was a devoted member of the Stratham Community Church. Left to cherish his memory are his beloved wife Valerie, his children - Jennifer Decker and her husband Gary of Lynnfield, MA, William England and his wife Sarah of Hopkinton, NH and Hilary Cross and her husband Brian of Newmarket, NH; eight grandchildren - Lia Norman, Dorothy England, Elijah Norman, Peter England, David England, Nicholas Norman, Alexandra Decker, and Valerie Cross; 2 great granddaughters - Kaelyn Norman and Lillian Norman; and nephews - Walter Cheney, Thomas Cheney, and Steven Cheney. Private burial will take place in Puritan Lawn Cemetery, Peabody, MA. A Celebration of Life will be hosted on July 24th at 2 p.m. at the Boulders campus at River Woods in Exeter, NH. Should friends desire, memorials may be made to the Alzheimer's Association www.alz.org, Spencer Memorial Fund at River Woods, 5 White Oak Dr., Exeter, NH 03833, or the Insurance Library in Boston,
[On the personal side, though Fred and I saw one another infrequently. we felt and related a strong bond of friendship that emanated from our time in Hanover with the class, and with Theta Delta Chi, and the commitment we both made to support the goals of the college in the amazing things that the Class of ’53 has accomplished. And, that contagious smile of this great man which reflects his love for Valerie, his family, his friends, his college, and his industry. will remain in my heart, and forever; till we meet again Fred.
Kelly McBride Kelly’s wife Nancy advised us that Kelly passed away on 7/9/16.. Kelly lived in Houston, Texas and came to Dartmouth from Ormond Beach, Florida. Here is a picture of the Freshman Soccer Team of 1953 on which Kelly played.
There’s Ted as we remember him during Hanover days, that perpetual smile, and his love of participating with the rifle team. Also center, back row, is our illustrious Theta Delt president Dan Boyd, later USMC Colonel Dan Boyd, whom Joanne and I visited several times in Dan and Kim’s home in southern Oregon. Blessings to you Paula for taking care of our dear Ted during his courageous fight; and to you too Dan for your care as Kim went through her struggles. I wonder who the two guys without rifles were planning to tackle!!
Dr. Harry Walburg Jr.
Dr. Harry Everett "Pete" Walburg, Jr., age 84 of Seymour, TN passed away Friday September 23, 2016. He received several degrees in his lifetime which include: Bachelors of Science from Dartmouth College, Masters from Virginia Polytechnic Institute, Doctorate of Veterinary Medicine from the University of Georgia, and PhD in Microbiology from the University of Illinois. Pete was a research scientist at Oak Ridge National Laboratory, and was the Director of Comparative Animal Research Laboratory in Oak Ridge. He was an active volunteer and one of the founders of Smoky Mountain Area Rescue Ministries (SMARM), where he served on the board and as treasurer for many years. Pete retired to Seymour where he started the Chamber of Commerce and was a founding member of St. Paul's Episcopal Church. He was preceded in death by his wife, Mary Jane Walburg; parents, Harry and Lillian Walburg; and sister, Jeanne Campbell. Survivors: daughters, Deborah Walberg, Elizabeth Botica and husband Steven, and Christine Walberg; son, Andrew Walburg; step-daughter, Ann Trotter and husband Mitch; grandchildren, Peter Ogden, David Ogden, Alexandra Hall, Zachary Walburg, Michelle Bablitz, Kendyl Kearly, Tyler Kearly, Charlie Dobyns, and Patrick Dobyns; step- grandchildren, Christopher, Michelle, and Michael Trotter; great- grandchild, Isabella Hall and Greyson Ogden. A memorial service was Saturday, October 1, 2016 at St. Paul's Episcopal Church
Bob Longabaugh [a note from MaryBee\
First of all, we thank all of you for your notes sent to Bob. We got every single one read to him when he was awake. Second is the announcement that Bob passed away on Tuesday, July 4th at 9:27 a.m. He started having difficulty on Sunday night and was put on morphine every hour. Deb and Bill were with him the whole time. He passed peacefully on the day he loved the most because of the fireworks, Boston Pops, and 1812 Overture. We will definitely have a memory every year.
There will be Celebrations of Bob’s Life in the future. At the moment, Deb is organizing one with her Rabbi and that will happen by the end of this week. There will be one in Alton Bay here at the house at a later date. Anyone in this area who is interested, please email me or call so I can let you know. There will also be one, we believe, in Albany, NY between Christmas and New Years after Kate (Bill's daughter) gets back from her semester abroad in Argentina. Those of you who are interested need to email me so I can put you on the notification list. Barry or Henry, please pass the word along and have people get in touch.
Thank each and every one for being Bob's friend. He had a good life and a peaceful death at home as he wished. MaryBee
Blessings to you Mary Bee and you, Bob and family have been dear friends and will be in our thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. I will miss him and our “quiet” exchanges on issues. Dave
As we go to press Bob’s obit arrived and follows:
ROBERT JOHN THOMAS LONGABAUGH 1931 – 2017
Alton Bay resident Bob Longabaugh, age 85, died peacefully at home surrounded by family on July 4, 2017. He was born on August 31, 1931, in a western suburb of Chicago, Illinois, to Mae Alice Palmer and G. Robert Longabaugh. He was raised in Maywood, Illinois, until 1941 and then in Staten Island, New York until his graduation in 1949 with high honors from Tottenville High School, the most southern and rural school (cows in a nearby pasture!) in the New York City school system. He went on to a Bachelor’s degree in Sociology from Dartmouth College in 1953 and a Masters Degree in Regional Planning from the University of North Carolina in 1960. Before pursuing graduate school he served two years on active duty in the United States Navy as the Communications Officer on a Norfolk-based destroyer and then completed 18 years in the USN Ready Reserve, retiring with the rank of Lieutenant Commander. On a blind date in 1952 at Colby Junior College in New London, NH, he met MaryBee Eberlein of Greenfield, Massachusetts. They became wife and husband in October 1954.
After his Navy duty and graduate school he participated in the Pittsburgh [PA] “Renaissance” as a planner for the Pittsburgh Regional Planning Association from 1957 to 1964. While in Pittsburgh he served two years as the President of the American Institute of Certified Planners’ Western Pennsylvania Chapter. The family’s daughter and son were born in Pittsburgh. Subsequently, from 1964 until 1994, the family resided in Delmar, NY, where Bob devoted 26 years as a transportation planner for the State’s Department of Transportation and a Bureau Chief in the New York State Planning Office. He retired from New York State government service at the early age of 58 due to the philosophy and practice of spouse MaryBee to “put aside something for our old age” from every paycheck while she was the family treasurer starting in the second year of their married life. During their years in Albany Bob served a term as the President of the New York Upstate Chapter of the American Institute of Certified Planners and was the Secretary of the Dartmouth Club of Eastern New York where, in 1972, he received recognition from the college as “Club Secretary of the Year.” Both Bob and MaryBee were officers in the American Wine Society’s Capital District [NY] Chapter during this period and gained a subtle recognition as being better-than-average hosts at wine tasting events they organized.
Upon taking residence in Alton Bay, New Hampshire, in late 1994, both Longabaugh s soon became active in community affairs. The two of them became the voluntary co-editors of Alton’s monthly newsmagazine, Main Street, and served in that capacity from July 1997 until June 2003. Bob was elected in 1998 for a term as an Alton Selectman. He chose not to run for re-election because of the heavy demands that doing the job correctly made on family life. From 1996 until 2014 he was a member of the Board of Directors for Alton’s Housing for the Elderly serving briefly as Treasurer and as Secretary for most of his tenure. If there is ever a mark where one wants to think that they made a difference, Bob wanted to think that he might have made a difference by getting governmental events on public access cablevision (Laconia’s LRPA-TV’s Channel 26). In 1999 he started filming the Alton Selectmen’s meetings as a volunteer, then he moved on to do likewise with the Alton School Board, and eventually completed the circuit with getting the meetings of the joint Alton/Barnstead High School meetings on cable TV. After doing it as a volunteer and building an audience, he persuaded the three boards involved to pay someone else to continue what he had started.
The video production he was most proud of was “Can Voting Machines Be Trusted?” which was a 36-minute documentary of the manual recount of the 2008 N.H. Presidential Primary election. (The answer is “yes,” they can be trusted, but not necessarily outside New Hampshire.) The documentary was aired on the two dozen N.H. Public Access cable-stations In 2005 he was presented the Alton Police Department’s Brotherhood Award.
He is survived by his wife of [NOT enough!] 62 years, MaryBee Longabaugh; daughter Aldebran Longabaugh-Burg and her spouse Robert Burg of North Reading, Massachusetts; son William John Robert Longabaugh and his spouse Kerstin Schurr of Seattle, Washington; and three grandchildren: August Eberlein, Thomas Longabaugh and Katherine Longabaugh. Additionally, a younger brother, Richard and his spouse Diane, who reside in Providence, Rhode Island; a niece and three nephews with their families; and step-family members. If memorial donations are chosen to be made, they should be sent to Alton's Heidke Fund, which facilitates seniors to continue to live at home longer. The address is Post Office Box 659, Alton, NH 03808. Checks should be payable to "The Trustees of the Trust Funds" with the notation "Donation to Heidke Fund."
There will be services hosted in various locations to celebrate Bob’s life, the first of which is scheduled for 4:00pm on Sunday, July 9th, in the Parish Hall of Christ Church, 25 Central Street, Andover, MA, with Rabbi Karen Landy presiding. MaryBee will welcome celebrants to their home in Alton Bay at a future date to be determined, and the family will host a service in the Albany, NY, area in late December. His family is grateful for the amazing hospice services received in the past month that enabled Bob to be at home surrounded by love and compassion, and to die peacefully with dignity. We have already had a celebration of life service led by our daughter Deb's Rabbi. We will have one here at the house late August, and one in Albany, NY the end of December.
Thomas Dudley Bloomer
Thomas Dudley Bloomer, 86, passed away Saturday, July 8th, 2017 in his home in Skaneateles surrounded by his beloved wife and family. He is survived by his wife of 57 years, Arlene, sons Jim, David and Tom Jr, daughter Alison, and nine loving grandchildren. Those who know Tom will speak to his love for the Episcopal Church, the game of lacrosse, his Alma maters and the Skaneateles community and lake.
Tom was born on November 25th, 1930 in Rochester, NY. He attended Deerfield Academy, where he was introduced to his lifetime love of lacrosse. He went on to captain two sports teams and earn All American Honors at Dartmouth College. He then earned his MBA at Harvard Business School, and entered active duty in the US Army, where he achieved a Commendation Medal for his superior service. Based on this experience, he went to work for IBM and eventually settled in Greenwich, CT, where he and Arlene raised five kids over 25 years. During this time, tragedy struck, as their special needs son Peter was killed by a drunk driver while riding his bike. After retiring from IBM, they moved to Skaneateles, building their dream home on the lake in 1988. During this time, he taught generations of JV lacrosse players the fundamentals of position defense.
One of Tom and Arlene’s favorite pastimes was sitting out on their deck, having a glass of wine, and watching the boats on the lake. He will be missed. Please join us to celebrate the life of Thomas D Bloomer on Wednesday, July 19th at St. James Church, 96 East Genesee Street, Skaneateles, NY. Service will start promptly at 1 pm, followed by a reception in the church parish hall.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions can be made to the Peter Bloomer Fund - either online at https://www.abilis.us/support-us.html or by check to Abilis Development Office, 50 Glenville Street, Greenwich, CT 06831 (make sure to include “In Memory of Thomas Bloomer Sr” in both). This fund was set up in 1984 in honor of Tom and Arlene’s late son Peter, who was killed tragically. The fund supports middle and high school students of the local community who offer their time and energy helping those with special needs.
The burial service will be held at St. Barnabas Church in Greenwich at a later date. To send condolences visit: robertdgrayfuneralhome.com.
Dave’s note----Tom was always there for those of us trying to make Class News better, whether the letter, the website, or whatever. I will cherish those helpful suggestions over many years and send our best wishes and prayers to Arlene and the family. What a great man he is. Antelope Canyon Arizona Happenings.
We began this letter with fascinating news from John Green, Geologist North, and now have news here from “Angus” Cunningham, aka John, who is Geologist South and his message is also fascinating and enclosed in the video on the Antelope Canyon in Arizona. This is a must view. The second video shows the flash flood which is now prevented by safety precautions. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4nM1FoUqYs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m44gkjMukP0 These videos from Angus show us once again that nature can be almost ethereal in its construct and also merciless when its anger is wrought.
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Our Tribute Page – In This Troubled World We are Trying to Find Great Examples of People of Principle, of Heart, and of Limitless Courage to Share With Our Communities. Here is an Outstanding Example. I Bow My Head Everytime I Read the Story of Irena Sender of Warsaw, Poland WHAT A WOMAN, WHAT A COURAGOUS AND MERCIFUL HUMAN BEING
Irena Sender Died: May 12, 2008 (aged 98) Warsaw, Poland
During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive. Irena smuggled Jewish infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried. She also carried a burlap sack in the back of her truck, for larger kids. Irena kept a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.
During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. Ultimately, she was caught, however, and the Nazis broke both of her legs and arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she had smuggled out in a glass jar that she buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and tried to reunite the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.
In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. It is now more than 65 years since the Second World War in Europe ended. This e-mail is being sent as a memorial chain, In memory of the six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests who were murdered, massacred. Now, more than ever, with Iran, and others, claiming the HOLOCAUST to be 'a myth', it’s imperative to make sure the world never forgets; others who would do it again.
LET’S WRAP IT UP WITH A TOUCH OF LAUGHTER, AND WHAT BETTER “TARGETS” THAN US “OF’S”
BBQ & Cooler ---- Engineering at its Best
When you are finished Barbecuing, and the ice has melted, just pull the handle down & the fire goes out. Is this a Great Country? Compliments of Blos and Marcus!!!
A Band of Brothers a While Ago --- 1953 Forever
Just in from Mark, and to conclude, this, the VJ Day event happened in August of 1945 when we were just beginning High School www.vimeoom/5645171
These guys and gals made our Dartmouth years possible. Forever heartfelt thanks to all of them, and thanks Mark for sending this on.