Fall 2012
After writing this column for the class of 1936, I was figuring how to say so long. Then I realized I have to say so long to all the classes before 1940 because the column was changed to “The Golden Years.” My first column was in 1981, and this is the last one for me. I want to thank Cheri Slattery, the Alumni Journal coordinator, for putting up with me because I was always late – even to the very end – and to everyone else who ever contacted me. Thank you, all. Keep praying!


Larry Kelley ’36

Summer 2012
I awoke one morning with the intention to start this column and fax it to Cheri Slattery, the John Carroll magazine class column coordinator, so it would be on her desk the next morning. However, plans changed. I felt terrible. Rosemary, my eldest daughter, is a nurse. She checked me out and was sure I had pneumonia. That was confirmed by my doctor, who prescribed an antibiotic, which had me on the way to recovery overnight. Two days later, I felt much better.

I haven’t heard anything from Norm Kempel ’38.

By the way, I attended the funeral Mass for Mary Jane Brennan Marquard. She was the widow of Vincent (Beany) Marquard ’34. I’ve known Mary Jane since she was a freshman at Lourdes Academy. After Mass, everyone showed up at the reception held at the church. I realized I was getting old because the only one I knew was Mary Jane.

Until later, keep praying.


Larry Kelley ’36

Spring 2012
I finally realized I’m not getting old – I am old! I received an invitation to my St. Ignatius High School reunion June 1- 2. I graduated in 1932. Add 80 years, and you have 2012. Last year’s reunion at Carroll was my 75th. It didn’t sound so bad, but 80 years ago has a different sound. I better start looking for a rocker and slippers instead of buying a new car to replace the handicapped van I bought to transport cargo and Frances before she died in June 2010. I won’t have to get a new driver’s license until Feb. 23, 2015. (On Feb. 18, 2011, I passed with no restrictions.)

Al Cliffel ’37 said my ophthalmologist, whose office is in Lakewood, Ohio, has done a good job with my eyes.

Before I sign off, I want to pass along a request from Maureen Dwyer, the daughter of Frank Burns M.D. ’36, who lives in Erie, Pa. (Her daughter, Megan, is class of ’99.) Maureen’s brother, Michael, is traveling to the Cleveland area to make a roots trip to gather information about Frank’s family. Anyone with any information, such as class photos or interesting stories about Frank Burns, contact Cheri Slattery at 216-397-3050. She’ll get the information to Maureen Dwyer. Frank graduated from Cathedral Latin in ’32 and Carroll in ’36. Gil Lenke and Joe Powers ’37 lived in Painesville, Ohio, and road the same train
and streetcars, along with the girls who attended Ursuline, Notre Dame College, and Western Reserve. All I remember is Gil and Joe encouraging the girls to make a fuss with Frank, who was shy. Maybe the girls have stories. I’ll leave a copy of the letter from Maureen Burns Dwyer with Cheri.

One of the few priests from the 1930s died Nov. 15, 2011. Fr. Joseph J. Cimperman was 94 years old and had been a priest for 63 years. He was ordained by Bishop Hoban Dec. 18, 1948. His first assignment was at St. Clement Catholic Church in Lakewood, Ohio. He retired from Christ the King parish in Akron, Ohio, June 21, 1987.

Keep praying.


Larry Kelley ’36

Winter 2011
As I thought about who or what to write about, I was reminded my classmates are small in number. I can count them on one hand and not use all my fingers! We buried Henry Dombrowski ’36, who went to St. Ignatius High School with me, then on to Carroll. With his passing, I’m the oldest living alumnus of St. Ignatius. I guess the good Lord kept me around so I could take care of Frances during her illness. For this, I’m thankful.

I want to bring the Gavin book to the attention of anyone who reads this column, attended Carroll, or had someone who went or wants to go to JCU. Dr. Donald P. Gavin ’33 compiled and published a history of the first hundred years of the University. The title is “John Carroll University: A Century of Service.” It’s not a book you’ll read over the weekend. I planned to read it when I retired, and I’m still planning to read it. Few copies are available for purchase (Amazon.com and AbeBooks.com), but the Grasselli Library has copies for circulation.

Keep praying.


Larry Kelley ’36

Fall 2011
Things have been difficult for the past year. I can’t seem to get tasks that need to be accomplished started, yet alone finished. It must be old age. On May 13, 2011, I attended the funeral of Henry “Hank” Dombrowski. We were freshmen at St. Ignatius High School in 1928 and attended John Carroll in the same building on West 30th and Lorain in 1932 for three more years. Our last year started Oct. 5, 1932. The carpenters were still working in the classroom. It was the only time Fr. Leonard Otting, S.J., who taught ethics, called off class. The carpenters won. I bet it was the only class he never finished.

I’ve been trying to call Hugh McCaffrey ’37 since before Christmas. I knew he was in an assisted living facility, but somebody should’ve answered the phone. He had a good reason for not answering the phone because he died Nov. 26, 2010.

Tom Harrison ’49 and Hugh Gallagher ’50 picked me up to attend the memorial Mass at Saint Francis Chapel June 22 for Art Noetzel ’38. Art was one of the most popular teachers at Carroll. He never overlooked or forgot any of his students. It was good to see Justin Noetzel ’40 before he passed away. He might have been in a wheelchair, but that Noetzel mind still was sharp as a tack. He knew and called everyone by name.

Keep praying.


Larry Kelley ’36

Summer 2011
The class of 1936 celebrated the Golden Jubilee of John Carroll University 75 years ago. Nothing spectacular happened. Everyone was glad it was over. We tried to find work. I went to work on Jan. 5, 1937, in Akron, Ohio, for 3M Co. Sam Bauman ’35, from Kelleys Island, Ohio, hired me. I was with 3M until April 1941, when I enlisted in the Army Air Corp as a flying cadet. Four years and 10 months later I was transferred to the Air Force Reserve. I didn’t go back to 3M because my replacement was the plant manager. So I came back to Cleveland, took business courses at Carroll in the evenings, went to law school at night, and graduated from Cleveland-Marshall College of Law in June 1954. I passed the bar and was sworn in as a lawyer in August 1954. I went to work for NASA Lewis Research Center (now Glenn Research Center).

Before I sign off, I thank Dr. Therese Trimarco Higgins ’82 for her letter on Jan. 14, 2011. My daughter, Ann Kelley, tried to call her, but no one answered. So she turned it over to her husband, Martin (computers are his business). He said I’d write her a note, but, until sometime later, this will have to do.

It’s been a rough year. I was the caretaker for Frances since ’94. She went into the wheelchair in ’95. I hope to see you all at the reunion, which will be my 75th.

Keep praying.


Larry Kelley ’36

Spring 2011
When I saw the picture of Jack Lavelle ’38 on page 30 of the winter 2010 issue of John Carroll magazine, I breathed freely. I thought something would happen to postpone the article. My thanks to the new editor, John Walsh, and Cheri Slattery, the alumni journal coordinator.

Three widows of famous football players from the late ’20s and early ’30s died recently: Kathleen “Kay” Gaul, wife of Francis “Speed” Gaul ’29; Catherine “Kay” Bush, wife of Ralph “Bud” Bush ’31; and Leona Cooney, wife of Edward Cooney Jr. ’35. Leona died Aug. 15, 2010, Kay Gaul on Nov. 23, 2010, and Kay Bush on Jan. 5, 2011.

I called Bill Muth ’36 last week – he had eye cataract surgery that left him blind. He’s going to a specialist at MetroHealth Medical Center to try to restore some of his sight. Our 75th reunion is coming up in May. I hope he will be able to make it. We were the only ones able to make it for our 70th reunion. The only other two of our classmates still living are Benjamin Belkin ’36 and Henry Dombrowski ’36. If you’re able to attend and need help, just ask. I’m sure the committee can help.

So, until later, keep praying.


Larry Kelley ’36

Winter 2010
This is the most difficult column I’ve attempted to write. On June 5, 2010, I lost Frances. We had each other for 65 years, 28 days, and one hour. She died at 1 a.m. Our children had a big party to celebrate our golden wedding anniversary May 8. Frances was in her glory. She looked forward to that day. When I went into her room to awaken her, she was wide awake and smiling. “Well, we made it!” We both prayed we would be together this day, and we were. I received a card from Carole Chandler ’95 and Barb Chandler. Thanks for remembering my bride. I’m thankful I was able to take care of her at home since 1994 when it all started with emergency surgery for an abscess on the base of her spine.

In the past issue of the Journal, I noticed Bobby Thompson ’37 died May 4. A born athlete, he lettered in football, basketball, and tennis all four years. (As freshmen, they received the numeral of their freshman year “1933” on their sweater). In football, he punted, passed, ran, and blocked. In basketball, he brought the ball down the court. He liked tennis best of all. With this schedule, he was short a few credits to graduate. We tried to get him into the Athletic Hall of Fame but were denied. To be inducted into the Hall of Fame, you had to have graduated. It’s too bad that Herb Eisele wasn’t alive at this time. If he was, Bob would have been one of the first to be named to the Hall of Fame. Bob also played for Eisele at Cathedral Latin School in the same sports.

However, I don’t have all sad news. Jack Lavelle ’38, JCU’s first Major General USAF, had to retire when Nixon was president because he allegedly authorized bombing missions in North Vietnam. Finally, his named was cleared after Paul Casey, a trial lawyer with a firm in Scranton, Pa., was conducting research for his dad.  He came upon the Nixon tapes. Cassidy, the son of Lt. Gen.Aloysius G. Casey USAF (Ret), is writing a book at the National Archives. The White House audio recordings prove Lavelle had unequivocal authorization from the highest civilian authority, President Nixon, to conduct the raids. These recordings name military officials, Navy, Army, and civilians in the Department of Defense, who knew about the authorization given to Lavelle.  Jack died of a heart attack in 1979 while playing golf in Washington. It was a broken heart.

The Golden Jubilee class of 1936 will have its 75th anniversary. Bill Muth and I made the 70th. I hope we can make the 75th.

Bill Young’s ’40 widow, Jane, gave Laurene DiCillo ’87, archive associate at Carroll, the material Bill collected throughout the years since starting at JCU in September 1936. She was appreciative and welcomes more. So when you get old, down size your living quarters, or die, send your Carroll memorabilia to Laurene in the Grasselli Library because your survivors will only throw that stuff out.

I’ll try to write a column as long as they want me or my children don’t tell me to hang it up. So, until the next time, keep praying.


Larry Kelley ’36

Fall 2010

Larry Kelley ’36

Summer 2010

I’m later than usual! The role of a “caretaker” is time consuming, and 24 hours a day is not enough. Yet I’m thankful that the Lord is giving me the ability to still take care of Frances, my wife.

My recent comments in my last column about “retiring” produced three people who don’t agree. One was Bill Nardi’s ’34 daughter, Nadine Nardi Davidson of Los Angeles, CA. The second was Norm Kempel ’38. The last time I heard or saw him, he was from the Akron area. He is now recovering from a terrible accident and is presently in Florida after spending time in three hospitals and numerous surgery procedures. For details you will have to contact him. I almost forgot the most important note and the main reason for “writing another column.” The third request was from one of the “youngest” Carole Chandler Sullivan ’95 who was (maybe –still is!) a TV Anchor for TV3. She writes – “You can’t stop your column! We always read it. I’m from the class of ’95 and aside from our column; my friends and I always read yours. The school must mean a great deal to you to have you dedicate 30 years to its magazine. Don’t give up on the column. You have fans! We love you, Larry! All the best”! I’ll talk to my grand and great-grandchildren — so I don’t write about anything that would bore you and your fellow classmates. I wonder if she is related to Les Chandler. I’ll have to check this out later.

So until later, keep praying. Just Larry

Spring 2010

Maybe I should walk away from trying to write this column — I have no news to report. I would like to at least hang on until June, which will make it 30 years, so send me some news. I’m still waiting to hear from Bill Nardi’s ’35 daughter, Nadine, with a summary of Bill’s accomplishments after he graduated from John Carroll. When I get it, I will try to get the new editor of the magazine to publish the picture of all the Cleveland Nardis that was taken last year.

The only class member I ever hear from is Bill Muth. He’s having a little trouble getting around.

I’m thankful for the group from the ’50s that invite me to their monthly lunch or I would have been gone as the columnist of “The Golden Years.” Keep praying — just Larry

Winter 2009

I am later than usual! I promised Michele I’d have a very short column by Friday, but Frances had a rough couple of days and, as her caretaker, I was busy!

I don’t get any news from my classmates or any other “old timer.” The only other classmates I know who are still around are Ben Belkin, Hank Dombrowski, and Bill Muth. However, I heard from Bill Nardi’s ’35 daughter, Nadine Nardi Davidson, from Los Angeles. Bill played guard on the Blue Streaks football team back in the ’30s. When Bill was selected into the Blue Streaks Hall of Fame in ’94 for football and basketball, he and his family had a big reception at one of the hotels in downtown Cleveland. With his family, classmates, and fellow football friends, they had over a hundred guests. Bill passed on since then but Nadine wanted to come back to Cleveland to visit her cousins. On July 8, 2009, Nadine and her husband, Harold Davidson, invited all her cousins to the Ritz Carlton Hotel. Pete Bernardo ’67 and I were invited too. I have a picture of the affair, which I hope to have printed in a later column.

Keep praying – just Larry

Summer 2009

The column is due today, Monday, April 6, and since Michele has told us to be very brief and on time, I will comply by limiting the column to one page – or less! For those older alumni that might read my column: Reunion Weekend 2009 is June 19-21, beginning Friday through Sunday. I recommend and urge you to attend every Reunion you can. It keeps you “forever young” and helps keep the mind functioning – at my age, I need both! I thank the members of the classes of the ’50s for inviting me to their monthly luncheon. I was the only one left from the classes of the ’30s! Keep praying, just Larry

Spring 2009

I was just getting ready to send a note to Ken and Michele about the previous issue of John Carroll magazine, Vol. 12, Issue 4, to congratulate them on having one that had more articles that were of interest to the alumni and that I hoped the powers that be would not interfere. However before I got around to sending the note, I received a letter from Ken saying that in the interest of economy, the administration gave orders to reduce the size of the magazine. So columnists are limited to 450 words and reunion years to 600 words. It won’t affect me as most of my graduates from the ’30s are gone! Being old does have some good points.

While on the Ignatius Alumni Retreat, I was reminded that I am old. While sitting in the dining hall, one of the younger alumni saw my name tag with the year I graduated — ’32 — and remarked that we had something in common. He was 32 years old! Looking at his nametag, I said we had something else in common. He graduated in ’93; which is my age!

After the ’30 graduates’ lunch group disbanded, I was the only one. The alumni from the ’50s Wednesday lunch group invited me to join them. I enjoy lunches with the youngsters!

So keep praying, just Larry

Winter 2008

This is the latest I have ever been in turning in my column. I am late on everything except taking care of Frances – I need more sleep!

Went to Ann Gallagher’s wake this afternoon. She’s Hugh Gallagher’s ’50 wife.

The lunch group from the ’50s invite me to join them since I am the only one “walking” from the ’30s alumni group. This group calls themselves the “Gray Streaks” our group went by the “’30 Blue Streaks” because in the group was started by Tony Arth ’34, Tommy Powers ’34, and Oscar Hippley ’34 – all football stars. In the beginning only those who earned their “C” were part of the group – later on we opened it up to those who graduated in the ’30s and prior years. At the December 2005 meeting, Fr. Jim “Ned” Farrell, SJ, and I ate at the bar — which was the end.

Chuck Heaton ’38, who died this year, is still getting awards. The Press Club of Cleveland established an award in his name. The first Chuck Heaton Award was given in November to the one whose writing talent best exhibits Heaton’s.

It’s Nearly 1 a.m. on October 15 and I am making too many errors so until the next time, keep praying. Just Larry

Fall 2008

After Reunion is the most difficult time to gather news for the column, unless it’s your anniversary year. Then you can thank all who attended and fill pages on what they have been doing since they graduated — and criticize those who didn’t make the affair. I missed this year’s Saturday night affair for we graduates who have 50 years or more since we left JCU. This is the first one I missed since I retired from NASA in 1980. I had a prior engagement in Columbus and was too late getting back to Cleveland — rain and hail! Bill Muth called me earlier in the week to see if I was going to attend, later on he called me and had to cancel. He wasn’t feeling to well — his legs are giving him a little trouble.

Honors are still coming to Charles “Chuck” Heaton ’38. In the Plain Dealer on July 19, 2008, at the end of Mike McIntyre’s column “Tipoff” he stated that the Press Club of Cleveland had established an award in his name. “The award will be given in November to the print, radio, or television journalist who best exemplifies the sensitivity and humility which, along with his writing talents, were traits exhibited by Heaton.” This will be a tough job for the members of the Press Club.

I don’t think I could close my column without mentioning. Tim Russert ’72 and his untimely death. Not only is it a loss to John Carroll and Cleveland-Marshall College of Law but to anyone that had met him. My wife gave me a copy of his book, “Big Russ” about three Fathers Days ago and I finally finished this past summer. He mentioned visiting Dachau and Southport, England, where his Dad crashed in a B-24 on his way to a hotel that the Air Corps took-over and used for R&R. His Dad was pulled out of the burning plane. Frances, my wife, was in the Red Cross assigned to the hotel after she closed up the Aero Club in Ireland. On VE Day May 8, 1945, we were married at St. Mary Catholic Church — our reception was held at the Aero Club. Maybe I’ll send the pictures to Luke, Tim’s son, who is a “big chip off the old block.” So ‘til later — keep praying. Just Larry

Summer 2008

If you read the April 18, 2008 issue of the Universe Bulletin you all know that our classmate Fr. George Follen, SJ, died on April 8 at Colombiere Center in Michigan. He was the “chemistry wizard” of our class. If Professor Frank Burk, freshman chemistry class, had a question that no one knew the answer to, he’d look at George — who always came up with the answer. He finally authored a chemistry book in the early ’60s. In his later years he was in pastoral ministry and was much in demand instructing converts to the Catholic Church.

Over a year ago, I got a call from Bob Eredics, the son of Louis Eredics ’31 (the other half of the twin brothers who were star halfbacks in the late ’20s and early ’30s – Bill Eredics, the elder, graduate with the class of ’30). If my memory is correct both played for Lakewood High School (Ohio). Lou died on May 5, 1995. Remember them in your prayers and all the other “Golden Agers.”

Since Chuck Heaton ’38 died on February 14, 2008, I am the lone survivor of the group of the alumni from the ’20s to ’30s that met the first Wednesday of every moth. So as a word of warning to Carl Giblin columnist for the class of 1940, he better keep raying for me as he is the next in line for columnist of the “The Golden Years.”

Getting back to Chuck Heaton, it was tragic to lose Patricia Hurd, his first wife who died suddenly leaving Chuck with five children (Mike the middle one was 14 years old). God gave him Cecilia who enabled Chuck to carry on with the “Browns” and become the famous and successful sports writer for The Plain Dealer and the Browns. Chuck had been ill for sometime. I’ve been “caretaker” for my wife, Frances, since 1994 so I know what Cecilia has been doing the last few years — and all my children were adults and on their own when Frances became ill.

Reunion weekend will be here June 20-22 – all of you over “50” years since leaving John Carroll, come back for the Saturday night dinner. ‘Til then, keep praying. Just Larry

Spring 2008

Right after the Christmas holiday is the most difficult time to write your column – the big letdown and paying the bills! The Kelleys had their Christmas Eve gathering at Houlihan’s in Westlake – 34 sat down to dinner (five couldn’t make it – Kevin and Amy in Dayton and Nora Marie Kelly – great-granddaughter who was born January 7, 2008, Don and Mary (she’s the DVM in the D.C. area – this is a busy season) and grand daughter Jennifer who I pray for every day.

Out of the blue I received a call from CPT. William Kenealy USN (Ret) ’52. He was on duty in Vietnam and knew of Jack Lavelle ’38 but did not know that he was from JCU. I sent him copies of the Air Force Museum data concerning the scandal of President Nixon and Henry Kissinger that broke Jack’s heart. Maybe CPT. Kenealy can tell us more. Maybe Kissinger will clear his wrong doing before his time comes!

It was a shock to me when Jerry told me that he was retiring as editor. Now I’ll have to find somebody to disagree with – may I take on Michele?!

Please say a prayer for my wife, Frances. She’s been through so much.

So ‘til later, keep praying. Just, Larry

Fall 2007

Michele called me this morning looking for my column — I thought it was due on October 26 but I was off by 10 days it was due Oct. 16. So this will be a short column as I have very little news! I’m still doing my “side job” as the “obituary editor.” Since the last column we lost Ken McCarthy on July 27. On the class picture of our “50th” Class Reunion, he is the last one to die. Frances and I were too late for the picture — how lucky can you get!

Ray McGorray’s ’40 widow, Dolores (Rosfelden), died on October 5. Jack Brennan, MD, ’40 a classmate of Ray’s, both at Carroll and St. Ignatius High died on October 8. On October 8, Jay Ansberry ’44 passed very suddenly — after raking leaves! So all those who read this column, take it easy!”

While I’m on this somber mood, as a suggestion when your time comes, have at least one afternoon and evening at the funeral home for paying respect. Not just a memorial Mass in the morning! Some of us “older people” have problems in the a.m. or are “caretaker” for our spouse or other family member. Only a suggestion! (Mornings are very busy in our house)

In my last column I mentioned the article about Jack Lavelle ’38 clearing him of any wrong doing on his own that appeared in the New Yorker magazine (Mar. 26, 2007) and where to find details of it on the computer at the AF magazine. Norm Kempel ’38 took he time to get it and sent me a note thanking me. I thank him!

The following comment was deleted for my column last issue. I hope it’s because the column was “so many words” and not “censorship!” I had hoped that our fellow alumnus Tim Russert ’72 (and also mine from Cleveland-Marshall College of Law ’54) would see it and if he ever gets Henry Kissinger or Melvin Laird on Meet the Press he might make a comment about the affair. There is a lot of material in the two articles. Maybe either one would like to send a note to Jack’s widow with the truth.

So ‘til next time keep praying. Just, Larry

Summer 2007

Before I started to write this column, I glanced at my last one

The way I started the last few columns, I could get a job as the “obituary editor” at The Plain Dealer. This one will start out the same way – On July 5, I went to the funeral of Fr. John Rath ’32 at St. Stephen Church on West 54th Street, just north of Lorain. Father Rath (or John as I always called him) was the last living member of his class and of the class of 1928 of St. Ignatius High School. He also was the oldest living priest of the Youngstown Diocese. He was a classmate of my brother Norman at both schools and like him was in the Youngstown area when the Youngstown Diocese was formed from the Cleveland Diocese in the late 1930s with Bishop James McFadden being the first bishop. The day my brother stopped in at the Youngstown Chancery to congratulate the new bishop at the same time handed him a letter requesting a transfer back to the Cleveland Diocese. He looked at Norm and told him that he only accepted the appointment because of priests like him. Norm was very fortunate to have stayed. Father Otting, SJ, (who taught me ethics at Carroll) was teaching at Youngstown State, kept me informed of Norm’s progress. He was a pastor of St. Rose in Girard, Ohio, when he was 37 years old. He never would have been that successful in Cleveland. The only Jesuit on the altar at Fr. Rath’s funeral was the new Bishop of Youngstown, The Most Rev. George V. Murry, SJ.

Right at this moment I’m at St. John West Shore Hospital – my wife, Frances, is having outpatient surgery for removal of a malignant lesion on the side of her nose. With all she has been through for the last 12 years, she should go right up the “golden stairway” when God calls her. Her only complaint is her diminishing vision. She can no longer play the piano or organ (can’t read the music), read or sew, and she’s confined to her wheel chair.

In June I attended my 75th Class Reunion from St. Ignatius. I was the lone attendee! I was hoping that Hank Dombrowski would make it. I met his cousin at JCU’s Reunion Weekend (can’t remember his name or the year he graduated from Carroll) and I asked him to try to persuade Hank to come. But “no dice.”

I had hoped to make a call to Hugh McCaffrey ’37. I hope he’s still in Fairhope, AL, as that’s the only number I have from the Alumni Directory 2004.

I still keep in contact with Jack Lavelle’s ’38 widow, Josephine Lavelle, who is now living with her daughter Jerrie in Marshall, VA. The true story about Major General John D. Lavelle U.S. A/F Retired can be found in the Air Force Magazine online at http://www.afa.org/magazine/nov2006/1106lavelle.asp and www.afa.org/magazine/feb2007/0207tapes.asp. Get both the Nov. 2006 and Feb. 2007 for the whole story. I was first alerted to the story by an article in The New Yorker, March 26, 2007, page 31 that nearly briefly cleared Lavelle of wrong doing on his own. I got my son, Pat (XU ’69) to get both the articles from the Air Force Magazine on his computer. I hope our fellow alumnus from JCU (and my fellow CSU Cleveland-Marshall College of Law ’54) ever gets Henry Kissinger or Melvin Laird on “Meet the Press” (Laird may want to advertise his book) he could get a letter (with the truth) from either one to Jack’s widow would be a welcome gesture – I have her address if Tim wants it!

So ‘til next time – keep praying. Just Larry

Spring 2007

Two more from the ’30s at JCU have died, both were Jesuits and in retirement at Colombiere Center in Michigan. Rev. Herman J. Muller, SJ ’31 died on April 19, and five days later Rev. Joseph P. Owens, SJ ’38 passed on April 24, 2007. Both were also graduates of St. Ignatius High School in Cleveland and both taught at JCU. The last time I saw Fr. Owens was at the Cleveland Clinic shortly before he was transferred to Colombiere. He was the Catholic chaplain and attended to my wife, Frances, when she was a patient in 1995. May they rest in peace.

I got a long letter from one Fr. George Follen who is retired and living at Colombiere Center in Clarkston, MI. “George” was the “whiz kid” in chemistry in our undergraduate days at JCU. One of these days I will answer his sister – just as soon as I find her letter – again! It’s somewhere in my office.

This year will be the 70th reunion for the class of 1937. It won’t be the same without Mike Dwyer ’37 (fellow columnist!), Jim Priebe ’37 and Bill McMahon ’37 – both cheerleaders with me at JCU. Jim worked at NASA – Lewis Research Center and we retired on the same day, January 11, 1980.

During the war, I bumped into Bill McMahon in the men’s room at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York. He was in the Navy – in charge of the gun crews on tankers – carrying 150 octane aviation fuel to the ETO. I think I prayed for him every night as I was with a outfit that was with an anti-sub air patrol out of Charleston, SC. Tankers were prime targets of the German Subs in the Atlantic Ocean.

Nadine Nardi Davidson – thanks for the letter and address.

‘til later, keep praying. Just Larry

Winter 2007

The first thing I want to do is apologize to our editor, Jerry Pockar, I did not want to shame him into running the picture of Bill Muth and myself taken during Reunion Weekend. We should have kept the class banner “Class of 1936” in front of us, and then maybe the photographers would have furnished a copy of the photo to Jerry. Never the less both of us thank you.

Since the last issue I received two more letters, one from a recent graduate of JCU and the other a widow of a graduate and a good friend of mine, Mike Krisko, MD ’37. (Mike delivered four of our seven children.) Mary Krisko moved to the Columbus, OH, area and two of her daughters live nearby so she gets good care there. The recent graduate was Kathryn Schlenker ’00 from Cincinnati, OH. She enjoys big “updates” and finds the “Golden Years” column very interesting. I wish she could have come to one of our luncheons back in the ’80s and ’90s where we always had 25-35 present. When Coach Ralph Vince had his 90th birthday, we had over 100 JCU graduates, all lettermen, who played or served under him present. Too bad nobody made a tape of the “Birthday Party.” I made my “letter” as cheerleader. Mike Zappone, who owned Mr. Z’s restaurant, said that it was the largest group from the college he ever had at the luncheon. Mr. Z’s was located off of 117th and Lorain. It is now a chain drug store! When the Cuyahoga River was “re-invented” he lost the luncheon crowd from City Hall and the crowd from the courts — municipal, county, and federal. If you had the jury present, you could have tried the case right there!

If I’m still around on May 31, I’ll celebrate another reunion — my 75th from St. Ignatius High School.

This is a note to Bill Nardi’s ’35 daughter in California — please send me your address. I misplaced it or put it in a safe place and I can’t remember either one. That happens with growing old! So until later, keep praying. Just Larry

Fall 2006

“The tumult and the shouting ends – the captains and kings depart!” The 70th Year Reunion is over for the “Golden Jubilee Class of 1936” of John Carroll University – forever! It comes around only once in a lifetime, nevertheless you would never know it happened. Nothing was mentioned in the last Alumni Journal of the two members, Bill Muth and Larry Kelley, of the Class of 1936 who showed up. Bill and I have a picture to prove that we were there! What happened to the other seven that are still around? Ken McCarthy’s wife was very ill at that time and Marie (Tighe) died shortly after our reunion. From the 2004 alumni directory, there are six more listed – Bert Beadle, Ben Belkin, Hank Dombrowski, Rev. George Follen SJ, Mike Hitchko MD, Tony Muni, DDS (I’m sure Tony is among us – the last time I saw him, he looked just like he did when he was a freshman over on West 30th!) If anyone of you want to come back to the John Carroll campus and need a ride, call me. I have a handicapped van – room for three wheelchairs. My wife, Frances, is confined to a wheel chair. In the journal on page 8, I noticed that the “golden” boys of the class of 1956 really did themselves proud – they gave over $1 million, the largest 50th reunion gift ever, also the largest class gift and the highest attendance at the Reunion. If Bill and I each gave a dollar as a reunion gift, we could have been listed as the class that gave the least ever – at least they would have known we were there! I wonder how many of the class of 1956 will show up for their 70th Reunion in 2026?

We lost another one who was a regular at our monthly luncheon of those from JCU during the 1930s. Al Weiler ’38 died on August 9, 2006. We go back a long way – he used to ride up to Carroll in my old Ford Roadster with Don Birmingham, Jim Foti ’38, Rocco Marotta and Jack Lavelle ’38. Our paths crossed many times. We both went overseas together – same stateroom. When I was in the trucking business with Tony Rocco ’32 and Frank McCaffrey ’32, he was our accountant. After Tony was killed in a car/railroad accident on December 8, 1950, we both parted again. When he moved to the Westside after Betty died and he remarried, we took up where we left off in the ’50s. He called me about two weeks before he died – he talked about all our past encounters. After he hung-up, I mentioned to my wife, Frances, that I thought Al was saying goodbye! He died the following week. Keep praying. Just Larry

Summer 2006

I didn’t read the letter from Jerry dated June 14 until I got a call from Michele office notifying me that the column was due on July 21. I thought it was another transmittal letter of his “Column Handbook.” Why not send a “post card” with the due date – like Tim Ryan uses for the “50 year luncheon group” – then I can paste it with all my bills that come due – it will be cheaper too.

Reunion weekend was a great success for all the classes – the Class of 1936 – can’t shout very loud as only two of us showed up – Bill Muth and me. I now know why Ken McCarthy didn’t make the reunion. Marie, his charming wife, is being buried this week July 25 at Holy Cross. Marie was a graduate of Ursuline College 1936. Remember both of them in your prayers.

What happened to the other remaining classmates from 1936? These we know are still among the living: Hank Dombrowski, Benny Belkin, George Follen, Mike Hitchko, and Tony Muni. Remember we have wheel chairs, student workers to assist you, and elevators in every building — not like “W. 30th and Carroll Ave.”

I apologize if my column last time did not much sense – About a picture of John Lavelle ’38 and me taken in Germany. Guess the picture took up too much space?!

I may stick around with the column as long as I have all my “marbles.” Following is a letter I received from Bill Nardi’s ’35 daughter. Dear Larry, We met in the fall of 1994 when my dad, Bill Nardi, was inducted into the John Carroll Hall of Fame and our whole family went back to Cleveland for that happy celebration. Since then, I have looked forward to reading your column. Particularly after both my parents passed on, “The Golden Years” has become for me, one of the few remaining links to their past and a connection that I cling to. So please know that, when you think about giving up writing your column for lack of news from the few remaining classmates, that some of us out here who didn’t even attend John Carroll University, would dearly miss your reminisces and the warm way you keep the Golden Years alive. Sincerely, Nadine Nardi Davidson

I remember Bill and his teammate Mitty Valerian ’35 tutoring the rest of the football players at a table in the back of the lunchroom on West 30th. They were the scholars of the class.

Well I don’t have any more to say except a big “thanks” to Bill’s daughter Nadine – It’s a letter I will always treasure.

Keep praying, just Larry

Spring 2006

How can you write a column about fellow alumni that graduated before your class finished JCU — when my own classmates are at least ninety years old! When I look in the bathroom mirror in the morning and see my reflection, I’m very thankful!

Since Francis Burns, M.D. and Jim Darling died last year, I haven’t heard a word from any of you! Maybe it’s time to fade away and make more words available to the generations that follow us. It would give the other columnists about 15 additional words before the editor starts “editing” the columns. I lost about 50 words from the tail end of my last column. Maybe somebody is trying to tell me something? Nevertheless, they may be right – this year is our 70th Reunion. I wonder how many will show up? Right now all I’m sure of is Bill Muth and me – maybe Al Weiler ’38 and Ken McCarthy and his lovely wife, Marie. I hope to see all of you at our Reunion – that’s June 23-25, 2006 – at least attend Saturday night!

{need to check the following with the photo I gave you}The picture of me as a captain and major Jack Lavelle was taken in the summer of 1945 at the P47 Fighter Air Base in Germany – I was stationed in Fulda, Germany. It was the first time I saw Jack since I left Randolph Field, TX. Jack was an instructor at the time. In June 1940, I was best man at his wedding to M. Josephine McEllin. I arrived back in July of 1941 for basic flight training as a flyer cadet. Jack stayed in the Air Force and became JCU’s first Major General. Jack had a heart attack and died July 10, 1979.

Keep praying, just Larry

Winter 2006

As usual I’m late. Michele had to call me – I was a week late already!

This past year had been quite a year – I lost a lot of very dear and close friends and four close relatives – three were from the “baby boomer” generation (in their 50s and 60s)! And this year is starting out on a sad note — On January 5, Fr. James E. “Ned” Farrell, SJ, died. He had a stroke last July and fully recovered. He was driving – and had another stroke and died. The “JCU ’30s” bunch made him the honorary chaplain of our gang. Ned and I were the only two to meet at the last luncheon held at the Rockcliff on December 7, 2004. We ate at the bar! — His funeral Mass was held at St. Ignatius High School, St. Mary’s Chapel – I think every Jesuit at the Detroit Province was there. His brother, Fr. Walter, SJ, celebrated the Mass. Walt was two years behind Ned at St. Ignatius – both entered the Society of Jesus from High School. Between the two of them they gave nearly 150 years to the Jesuit Order. Both were and are still very active.

I went out to JCU for the monthly luncheon with those “youngsters” who graduated in the ’50s! There was a big crowd. School was in recess so it was possible to find a place to park. Missed seeing the Muth brothers — Bill the elder one was my classmate at JCU.

Maybe I can get this to Michele before she goes home. Keep praying. Just Larry

Fall 2005

This is the most difficult column to start – after 25 years you’d think it would be easy. Back in the ’80s and ’90s, there were more of our contemporaries to write about – today I think that only about nine from our class are still alive. That brings me to the reason I’m having difficulty writing this column. We lost two more classmates – and I didn’t know until long after they were buried — Jim Darling on July 27 and Francis Burns M.D. on September 5. I found out about Jim when I dropped in at the Journal office during August and they told me that Jim had died! And only yesterday when I called Joan Brosius at JCU did I find out the date Francis passed away. I knew he died, because I received a note from Kaye, his wife, – addressed to the “JCU Alumni Association” thanking them for having a Mass said for Francis. These two fellows put on more mileage getting their education than the rest of our class. Francis lived in Ashtabula, OH, and rode the train (both ways) – first to Latin at E. 107 and Euclid Ave. for four years, then four more to JCU – three to W. 30 and Carroll and the last one to University Heights. Jim took the train for three years to JCU on the West Side and drove from Mantua, OH, to University Heights his last year. Jim was the first columnist for our class until 1980 when he asked me to take over the job. However, every year I would hear from him often – a card from someplace in Europe or a phone call from San Antonio, TX, (for years – he took care of his wife who had a heart condition.)

My Frances has been back in the hospital twice since we came back from Washington, D.C. Getting into bed, her right leg got tangled up with her shoe brace, the wheel chair and the bed – resulting in a broken femur bone in her right leg – this put her in the hospital for four weeks. Later she returned for another two weeks with an infection – but she’s bouncing back very slowly. June 23-25, 2006 is “Reunion Weekend” at Carroll for the years that end in 1 or 6 (Father’s Day is the week before so it won’t interfere with the Reunion.) So get your wheelchairs in shape, your crutches polished and show up – the university is “Handicapped Accessible” and stay on campus if you are able – if you have any special needs – contact Rosalie Massey at 216.397.3014.

‘til later keep praying. Just Larry

Summer 2005

If I can finish this column and fax it to Michele, it will be one of the few times in the last 25 years that I will be on time — my first column was published in July 1981.

I had three replies to my list of alumni who were listed in the Alumni Directory as No information available. Two are now deceased: Anthony Savoca ’30 and Frank Hearns ’36 who died August 1997. Jack T. Hearns ’61, Frank’s grandson and fellow columnist, called me with the information on his grandfather. The third alumnus was Fr. Herman J. Muller, SJ ’31. He has spent his entire priesthood teaching at the University of Detroit (except for several sabbatical years teaching in Ireland.) He’s 95 years old and living at University of Detroit Mercy Jesuit Community, Lansing Reilly Hall, PO Box 19900, Detroit, MI 48219-0900, phone 313-993-1600. He is the oldest member of the Detroit Province of the Society Jesus. His family owned land on what is now JCU. His father was a master carpenter who did the paneling of the 1st floor dining room, 2nd floor former recreation room and 1st floor chapel in Rodman Hall. All this data and more was in a letter to me from Fr. Glenn Williams, SJ ’45 JCU and Ignatius in ’41 who is at the Colombiere Center.

I received some sad news! I got a letter from Kaye Burns, her husband Dr. Francis Burns had a stroke Easter Saturday morning. It was a massive one involving his left side. He’s had many complications since. His mind is sharp and he can read. So drop him a card: his home address is 303 N. Meramec Unit 203, Clayton, MO 63105 …On July 8th, Frances and I drove to Washington, D.C. I haven’t been there since Jack Lavelle ’38 died, 28 years ago. I didn’t recognize the district or the surrounding area. It’s all polluted with buildings, people, houses, and vehicles. We saw the WWII Memorial and Arlington Cemetery and visited Jack’s grave, as well as his widow, Josephine McEllen Lavelle, who has moved in with their daughter, Gerrie, on five acres of beautiful land in a house built 350 years ago. Chief Justice John Marshall once bought the house but died before he could move in. The place is beautiful.

Frances and I had our 60th wedding anniversary on May 8. So just keep praying, Larry

Spring 2005

In my last column I said that I would list those with “address unknown.” I’ll start with the class 1929 as I knew most of them — if not by name then at least by sight. If anyone can furnish any information on the following, let me, the Alumni Office, or Joan Brosius at 216-397-4332 know so we can update the records (if deceased or whatever information you can supply). Class of 1929: Mieyal, Stanley John — Class of 1930: Savoca, Anthony J.; Sheehan, Nicholas R.; Waldron, James J. — Class of 1931: Eredics, Louis; Evans, Joseph F.; Muller, Herman — Class of 1932: Hennessy, James R. — Class of 1933: Karnes, James J.; Wolf, John W. — Class of 1934: Fallon, Chris J.; Tetalman, Samuel — Class of 1935: Downey, Thomas E. Sr. — Class of 1936: Goodman, John L.; Gross, Ervin J.; Hearns, Frank E.; Muni, Anthony B.; Shultz, Richard C.

This is the list of the Alumni from the classes of 1929-1936 listed as “unknown address.” It is very important to know where you are as you are always a member of the Alumni. It helps especially when it comes to matching funds from foundations.

The next time a new “directory” is printed, add a person (or persons) who will be able to give us information about you if you’re unable to reply.

The only classmates I heard from were my faithful classmates Jim Darling and Dr. Francis Burns — They are still praying for my wife, Frances. She has an appointment at the Cleveland Clinic in May. By the way if we both make it to May 8th we will celebrate our “60th wedding anniversary.” We were married on “V.E.” Day in Southport England — she was in the American Red Cross. A native of Canton, OH, she graduated from Kent State in 1940. By the way last February 23, I reached the big “90.”

We lost another one, Stanley Kynkor passed away last month. He’d been living in Maine. Pray for him and for the rest of us.

Just keep praying! Larry

Winter 2005

At the December ’04 luncheon we only had two show up. Myself and Fr. James “Ned” Farrell ’32. We didn’t need a table, we ate in the bar! I’m almost ready to call it off or find one of the younger graduates who wants to take over. We need a person whose family is “out of the house” and has time to “remind” others as to “date, time, and place! I enjoyed it because it kept me involved with other JCU graduates and closer to the university. Writing the column for the past 25 years has been more rewarding.

When I was still working at NASA and traveled, I always carried a copy of the “Alumni Directory” with me. I called quite a few JCU grads over the years. After I retired and continued to travel, I still called or made contact with men from JCU. One of the last touring trips Frances and I took was to a wedding in upstate New Jersey and ended up in Key West on our way home! That was the last time I saw Bob Asmann and Frank Farrell, Bob in Ormond Beach, FL, and Frank in Coral Gables, FL. We just missed seeing Hugh McCaffrey ’37 and his wife, Leatrice, by one day. They had just left for California to see a new grandchild. The first time I met Leatrice, I was introduced to her by the name “Butch” — a name given to her by her mother and it was not appropriate for she was a beautiful black eyed and jet-black hair beauty! They lived in Fairhope, AL, (still on our way home!)

As usual I heard from my remaining faithful classmates Francis Burns and Jim Darling. And Jim was not on a cruise ship but home! In San Antonio, TX, with all the rain they are having in the south and west, he can sit on the front porch and watch the water flow by.

I just received the JCU Alumni Directory 2004 (soft cover — best for packing) and went to the listing for the “class of 1929.” This was the year they were seniors in college and I was a freshman at St. Ignatius High School. I knew a lot of them – the high school and college were in the same building at West 30th and Lorain until October 5, 1935 when our class moved out to University Heights. There are some listed as “address unknown.” I think for my next column I will furnish the names and, if possible, when we last heard from them from the old Directories. The oldest directory I have is 1965 — which cost $2.00.

My Christmas was better than I predicted. The Saturday before Christmas (the 18th) I brought Frances into the ER with very high potassium. After three days in ICU and two sessions on the dialysis machine she came back. I didn’t think I would be bringing her home but on Christmas Eve day, the doctor let me bring her home. Thanks for your prayers.

So till next time keep praying. Just Larry

Fall 2004

This column will be brief and late! I just got Frances home from the hospital. This time her kidneys gave out – one is gone but they got one to work! It looks like we might make our 60th wedding anniversary on May 8, 2005. On her way to surgery she told her cardiologist that he had to keep her alive until May 8th. She spent 16 days at Fairview Hospital, another 15 at St. John’s Westshore.

At the last luncheon on October 6 we had another vacant chair – John Drain ’37 pass on at home on September 30th. When we parted on September 1, he shouted to me in the parking lot of the Rockcliff Restaurant – “I’ll see you next month, God willing.” I guess God had other plans! When John arrived at the gates of Heaven, I’ll bet he was greeted by his beloved Ann, with their son, Peter, in one hand and a chimpanzee in the other. I only met Ann twice in my life – but I never forgot her performance at one of our Sunday luncheons when we invited our wives and the widows of the JCU men who had past on. She told a story about a “bus accident and a chimpanzee – if Johnny Carson heard and saw her – he’d be laughing yet. I could never repeat the story – and do it justice.

I must close for now, so keep praying. Just, Larry

Summer 2004

I’ll start out with news about Ernie Ryavec who graduated with a B.S. degree in ’38 and in 1940 he got his MS from Case. (I’m not sure what they call it to day — it seems the name changes with the last highest contributor to the school. One time it’s “Western Reserve-Case” then back to “Case-Western Reserve.” Ernie was in the Naval Reserves in 1934 and went on active duty in 1940. He retired in 1976 from Hughes Air Craft Company in California. He and his wife Gaye, whom he married in 1949, live in Santa Monica, CA. They raised six children — 3 girls: Carole, Lisa and Janice and 3 boys: Charles, Mark and Steve. If any JCUers are in the area, look him up. I think we have a Carroll Alumni group in the area. (Paul Hribar ’37 should take credit for he furnished me a copy of the “American Home” — a Slovenian daily newspaper.) On June 19, 2004 JCU lost one of its most loyal and famous black alumni, Chester J Gray ’35. He was my friend. I met Chet when he was a freshman in 1931 and was playing basketball on the freshman team. I was a senior at St. Ignatius and I used to go over to the gym and wait for my brother, Norman ’32 who played on varsity. Our paths crossed again in the late ’60s when the Federal Minority Business Program was put under my office at NASA Lewis Research Center. Chester was then director of the Equal Opportunity Commission in Cleveland. After we retired in 1984, we started having lunch during the summer when our “wealthy” friends: returned from Florida, namely, John Kovacic ’32, immigration director; Morrie Koogan, civil-service director, and Charles Stebbos, commerce director. After John Kovacic died and Morrie moved to Florida, Chet, Charles and I kept up the luncheons. We were to have lunch, the Friday that Chet was buried. I lost a very close and dear friend. Please pray for him! … From my favorite classmates — Jim Darling and Francis Burns. Jim was in Europe (Italy) checking out the Amalfi Coast, Sorrento, Pompeii, Naples, Rome, Pisa, Florence and Venice. By now he’s been home — rested and making plans for the winter months! How about Australia and New Zealand? The “doctor” and Kay just spent a week at the “Cloister” on Sea Island, GA. Then off to Michigan in August. These classmates are the wise ones — go while you can — because there will come a time when you can’t. The only thing Francis missed on our “list” was to take the train from Toronto to Vancouver, and return on the U.S. side from Seattle to Chicago. … Last but not least, I want to thank Jerry Pockar, our editor and his staff for the “Silver Quill” Award which I received at the Alumni Awards Dinner on May 21, 2004. I’m sure Father Scott S.J. (freshman English) is turning over in his grave at my getting an award for writing in English! Our new columnist, Paul Hribar ’37, was awarded a plaque, by the Euclid Veterans Association last January. He was named “Mr. Euclid Vet for 2003.” During WWII Paul spent 42 months in the Coast Guard, chasing U Boats in the Gulf of Mexico and North Atlantic before being transferred to the Pacific — planning for the invasion of Japan. What goes around, comes around. Last year at Paul’s 90th birthday party, Mike Dwyer ’37 was toast master — the affair was videotaped — after Mike died last December, Paul took over his column. I got to see that tape! Keep praying. Just Larry

Spring 2004

I just reread Paul Hribar’s ’37 first column in the last Journal. As I predicted, as a columnist he put the rest of us to shame! I would love to see the video of Mike Dwyer ’37 taken on Paul’s 90th birthday where Mike was Master of Ceremony.

The luncheon group from the “’30s” is getting smaller. At the last one John Drain ’37 and I were the only ones available. Since the last column, in addition to Mike Dwyer ’37, we lost Msgr. Jim McIntyre ’34 and Edward A. D’Alessandro ’37. Al Weiler ’38 couldn’t make it neither could Fr. Ned Farrell SJ ’32, who had to give a retreat in Detroit, and Sheila Drain ’77, who is teaching English at Baldwin-Wallace on M-W-F this semester. Bob D’Alessandro ’59 was still in Florida. I hope we have a full house next month so we can decided either to “carry-on” or “fade into the night”!

Last month I was invited to join the JCU group that meets on the 2nd Wednesday at the Playhouse (82nd and Carnegie.) I believe they had around 40 or 50 (mostly from the late ’40s and ’50s.) A few old timers were there too — Bill Muth ’36 and his brother Bob ’41. Also present was Chester Gray ’35. By the way Chet had an excellent article in The Plain Dealer on February 8, 2004. After our college days on West 30th and Carroll Ave. (where Chet was an excellent basketball player and during the football season he “beat a mean drum!” in the marching band) our paths crossed again when he was director of the U.S.E.E.O Commission of Ohio and I had the Minority Business Program in my office for NASA Lewis Research center (now Glenn) in the late ’60s until I retired in 1980. We still have lunch, with Charles Stebbins (OSU ’36) retired director of Commerce for the U.S. Government in the district that included Ohio.

As I closed my column last time, I was wondering about my two faithful correspondents that I had not heard from for a while — both came through! Doc Francis Burns is enjoying “condo” living. Now he can play golf everyday! And Jim Darling also came through with a card of the “Queen Mary 2” and I predicted he was on the water — this time watching the Super Bowl Game on board the maiden voyage of the QM2. He used to dream of capers like this voyage when he commuted those 4 years to JCU from Mantua, OH. Jim is trying to decide whether to throw a block party for his neighbors or come to the JCU reunion to celebrate his 90th birthday — my suggestion is do both — my dad always said he never saw a “Brinks Truck” in a funeral procession! Keep praying, just Larry

Winter 2004

I can’t remember when I wrote my last column – it’s been so long that I forgot how to write this one – and it was due on January 16th – today is the 20th.

The only news I have is a list of those who have passed on – Ever since Bill Young ’40 died on December 24, 2000 our group from the ’30s that lunched on the first Wednesday of the month has diminished rapidly. Following Bill’s death, we lost eight more before Christmas 2001. These last two months (December ’03 and January ’04) we had three each month attend the luncheon – John Drain ’37 and myself both months with Father Ned Farrell SJ ’32 in December and Sheila Drain ’77 (John’s daughter-in-law) in January.

Before our December luncheon, both Mike Dwyer ’37 and Al Weiler ’38 had strokes and were in “rehab” at Lakewood Hospital at the same time. When I visited them, I found out that Doc John Brennan ’40 was also in “rehab” — all on the same floor. I believe they had their strokes on the same day. Later I found out that Msgr. Jim McIntyre ’34 was also in “rehab,” only on the 3rd floor, and was still there when I called him for the December luncheon. Later he called me and said that he would be unable to join us – the legs gave out. I can’t put this off any longer – the only one who didn’t survive was Mike – I visited him at hospice before he died. They tell me that he went with a smile. I’ll bet he saw “Connie” and “God” waiting for him! All who knew him will miss him.

However, we all welcome his successor who will continue the column in the magazine – Paul Hribar ’37. I know he is a gifted writer and will no doubt “shame me and the other columnists. I was so happy and pleased when Paul called and told me that he had been asked by our editor to continue the class of ’37 column. I haven’t heard a word from Jim Darling ’36 – I don’t think he is on a cruise – they had so much rain in San Antonio this past year that he could sit on his porch in a rocking chair and have the same pleasure as on the deck of a boat. Francis Burns ’36 has moved into a condo within a mile of his old home – and enjoying it.

So ‘til later, just Larry

Summer 2003

I’m later than I usually am with my column, and if it wasn’t for Michele McFarland, there wouldn’t be one. I completely forgot! Must be old age!

The only people I heard from were two of the “younger” graduates. Patrick Anson ’76 and Vincent Passerell ’86. Pat is the son of Jim Anson ’35 and the nephew of Sam Anson ’34. He was looking for stories (good or bad) about his dad, Jim, who died in 1965 when Pat was 11 years old. I can’t be of much help. All that I remember about Jim is that he was the “quiet one” – never got into any trouble. That’s more than I can say about your Uncle Sam ’34, he was not the “quiet one.” (If my memory serves me right, the Anson family owned the “Shopping News,” which I delivered when I was in grammar school! If any of you “old timers” remember any stories, send them to me or you can contact him directly. He lives in Glendale, CA and his office phone is 818-957-8076, ansoncom@yahoo.com. You can look up his home address in the JCU Alumni Directory. The other youngster, Vince Passerell ’86 was looking for any information on his grandfather. I have a call in for Vince to get the correct spelling of his grandfather’s name. I told him he can call Pete Bernardo ’67 at the JCU Alumni Office, or he can use the Alumni Directory and contact those still living that might have known his grandfather.

My congratulations to Chuck Heaton ’38 and Bill Sweeney ’48, two of this year’s winners of the Alumni Medal. Chuck was a regular at our luncheons on the first Wednesday of the month. Until his health slowed him. Bill Sweeney ’48 and I graduated from Cleveland-Marshall Law School in ’54 and we both passed the bar the same year. My congratulations to the other two recipients, Martha Walther ’76 and George Wasmer ’58. To see pictures and hear brief audio segments of the 2003 Alumni Awards dinner visit http://www.jcu.edu/alumni/news/awards03.htm.

The article on Paul Hribar ’37 by John Sheridan ’62 was excellent. We need more such articles by “Alumni on Alumni” if we want to call it the “JCU Alumni Journal.”

I can’t print any news about our classmates. If nobody writes me I can’t pass it on! Keep praying! – Larry

Spring 2003

When I called last fall and wasn’t able to get an answer from Charles Bynane in Roanoke, VA, I knew something was wrong. I always heard from Charley at least once a year ever since I started writing this column in 1980. On January 7, 2003 he died in Houston, TX. With his Irish-tenor voice I’m sure Fr. Keifer SJ was there to welcome him as the “newest” member of the heavenly “JCU Glee Club.” While a student at JCU, Charley was one of the stars at Fr. Keifer’s yearly “Glee Club Concerts.” I got a letter from Michael Bynane, Charley’s son; with a copy of the death notice that ran in the Houston paper (the Cleveland Plain Dealer ran the same notice on 1-15-03). Mike said he comes from a JCU family — besides his father, his mother’s brother, Vincent Fiebig ’35, as well as his wife’s father, Frank Sindelar DDS graduated from St. Ignatius college before the move, and brother, Paul Sindelar MD ’51. Besides Mike and Miriam, Charley is survived by a grandson Paul Michael Bynane and Kathryn Sindelar Bynane, daughter-in-law (all of Houston, TX). Charles’ immediate family in Cleveland is all deceased. Charley earned the first Bachelor of Science in Business Administration BSBA from JCU.

We still meet for lunch at the “Rockcliff” on the first Wednesday of the month. The gang who went to JCU during the ’30s is getting smaller. Any JCU student of the ’30s is always welcome, just show up and we can add a chair.

I received a note from Dr. Francis Burns (I’d sent him a copy of Charley’s obituary, both were classmates at Latin and Carroll). The Burns are moving into a condo next month, two blocks from their current residence in Clayton, MO (St. Louis area).

Jim Darling must be on the high seas, in the air, or on a camel caravan; he is always traveling! I sent him a copy of Charley’s obituary.

I find it very difficult to get started on my column. It can’t be writer’s block after Fr. Scott (freshman English) and his “red” pencil, I could never write! I’m going to stop now and fax this to Michele McFarland and hope she can read my writing!

So keep praying, just Larry

Dear Mr. Kelley, The latest alumni magazine arrived just after my father, Charles “Bud” Bynane, passed away. My mother, Miriam, who sends her best, wanted me to send a copy of the obituary that ran in the Houston paper. We also put a notice in the Plain Dealer. John Carroll was so much a part of his life as well as our whole family. Mom’s brother, Vince Fiebig ’35, was another “old timer.” And my wife’s father Frank Sindelar DDS, graduated from Ignatius before the move to University Heights and her brother from Carroll, Paul Sindelar MD ’51, as well. All are gone now, but I am sure reunited. In memory of these things, I wore my dad’s ring at his funeral mass. He had worn it religiously all these years and it showed the years. The jewelers call it “patina,” I think and it had plenty. We all enjoy reading your notes for the “Golden Years.” All the best Sincerely, Michael C. Bynane BYNANE Charles Edward “Bud” Bynane, 88, passed away on January 7, 2003, in Houston, Texas. He was born on April 25, 1914 in Cleveland, Ohio. He and his wife Miriam moved to Roanoke, Virginia in 1966 with the N&W Railway. He moved to Houston permanently in 1999, from Roanoke, having split residences since 1988. He was a proud alumnus of Cathedral Latin High School. In 1930, he earned the first Bachelor of Science in Business Administration degree conferred by John Carroll University, in Cleveland, Ohio. He built on his family’s Conneaut, Ohio heritage in the railroad industry when he went to work for the New York, Chicago and St. Louis Railroad Company (Nickel Plate Road). Giving 42 years of service, he stayed with the same company and successors until his retirement in 1979, as Senior Assistant Comptroller of the Norfolk and Western Railway Company. Professionally, he was a member of the Association of American Railroads (Accounting Division), The American Railway Engineering Associating, the Institute of management Accountants and the Tax Executive Institute, Inc., serving as President of the Cleveland Chapter. He remained an avid reader since childhood. As a young man he was a city tennis champion, a scratch golfer and played football for one season with the Cleveland Rams before their entry into the NFL. Later in life he became a devoted sailor and was a life member of the VISA Yacht Club of Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia. His exceptional Irish tenor voice earned him accolades as a child cantor in a Cleveland synagogue, a stint as a featured performer in minstrel and vaudeville shows with Bob Hope, numerous musicals and stage shows and a 52 year involvement with the Society for the Preservation and Encouragement of Barbershop Quartet Singing in America (S.P.E.B.S.Q.S.A.), most recently as a member of the Cardinal Chorus in Roanoke, Virginia. He was an accomplished pianist and later took up both the banjo and guitar. He wrote “The Wishing Song” with The Most Reverend Paul Hallinan, the late archbishop of Atlanta. He was active in St. Andrews Roman Catholic Church in Roanoke and achieved the rank of 4th degree in the Knights of Columbus. He was preceded in death by his mother Sarah Charlotte Mooney, his father Charles Francis Bynane, and his brother Robert, all of Cleveland, Ohio. He is survived by his loving wife Miriam Fiebig Bynane, his son, Michael Charles Bynane, grandson, Paul Michael Bynane, and daughter-in-law, Kathryn Sindelar Bynane, all of Houston, Texas. The Mass of the Resurrection was celebrated on Saturday, January 11, 2003, at Our Lady of Willingham Roman Catholic Church, Houston, Texas, with the Reverend Bruce Noble, Catholic Chaplain of the Methodist Hospital, officiating.

Winter 2003

The US News and World Report in their ratings of colleges and universities has dropped John Carroll to 7th place, below our sister college in Cincinnati, Xavier. As I understand the drop was due to the “decline of alumni participation in university affairs” (which means fewer numbers and less dollars!). Maybe the “upper echelon” should take a good look as to why. … The 30’s graduates are still meeting at the “Rockcliff” the first Wednesday of the month, but the numbers are getting smaller. On October 2, they were joined by Pete Bernardo ’67 of the Alumni Office. He brought us up to date on the university. He even brought pictures of the new Dolan Center and invited us to a “sneak preview” in October or November. Present were Msgr. Jim McIntyre ’34, Fr. James “Ned” Farrell, SJ (I-32), Al Weiler ’38, John Drais, Mike Dwyer ’37, and Bob D’Alessandro ’59. Bob generally picks up his Uncle Ed ’37 and Al Weiler, but his wife is in the hospital and he could only make the lunch. Ed couldn’t make the lunch. Al said his “better eye” was acting up. … For all the other “old timers” from JCU, drop me a line and let me know how you’re doing? … I can remember a few years back. I had seven years on W. 30th, four at Ignatius and three at JCU before we moved to University Heights. But I go back to 1924 when my brother Norm ’32 started as a freshman at Ignatius. Keep praying. Larry

Summer 2002

I’ll try – but how can anyone follow the successful column of Ralph “Pete” French ’34? He loved Carroll right up to the very end of his life. You could feel it when you read his column. When I visited him in the hospital for the last time, he knew that the end of his earthly journey was near. He said, “Good luck, Larry — The Golden Year column is yours!” So here goes!

Francis Burns ’36, M.D. of St. Louis is the only one who has dropped me a note. He has slowed down in his retirement years. Only playing golf twice a week and not traveling as frequently as he and Kay use to. They still go to Michigan every August (since 1958); Hilton Head, South Carolina, in October; Sea Island in the spring – how about the wintertime? I’m sure glad Kay can go with you – wish I could say the same for my Frances. She’s back in the hospital – since July 1st. The nurse and cardiologist suspected a small stroke – tests after four days ruled out the stroke – but the pain in her left leg (since April) turned out to be a fracture in the hip bone area. She’s in “rehab” and can’t put any weight on the leg for six weeks. Surgery is out as she is not a good candidate.

Since Texas has had so much rain I don’t think that Jim Darling ’36 will have to leave San Antonio to go on a cruise this year – he can embark from his front steps!

The JCU gang from the ’30s still gets together the 1st Wednesday of the month at the Rockcliff in Rocky River. However, we’re down to a maximum of eight. Last year’s deaths took a “big bite” out of the attendees. Back in the late ’70s we had between 25 to 35 guys every Wednesday. When Coach Ralph Vince had his 90th birthday, we had around 100 members of the “Monogram Club” at ‘Mr. Z’s Restaurant.’

This might be a good place to pay tribute to Lenny Brickman ’30 and Lou Duchez ’34, who died last year. I was hoping that “they” would have a little more to say about both of them. Both were football captains when Ralph Vince coached – Lenny the first year in ’29-’30 and Louie for Ralph’s last year ’32-’33 as coach. At least they were mentioned in the “Deceased List” in the journal.

On June 15th, the Saturday night of Reunion Weekend, at the dinner for all alumni who graduated 50 years or more, we, from the ’30s, had two tables. Accompanied by one of his daughters, Charles Prochaska ’31 was there in his wheelchair. Chuck played both football and basketball – he is the only center (football) that ever scored a touchdown. He intercepted a pass in the Carroll victory over Valparaiso University (Indiana) and ran it in for a touchdown. From the class of ’35, Chester Gray was the sole representative, as were (Frances) and I from ’36. The class of ’37 had the greatest number, Mike Dwyer, Dr. Ralph Pelegrin (and Margie).

I was not happy with the “Editors Note” in the Spring Issue 2002 of John Carroll magazine that stated “turning more towards the students, the faculty, campus life beginning next issue we will limit their (Class Notes) magazine presence to 600 words.” Why should the alumni budget funds be used for other than alumni uses? Let’s go back to the old “Alumni Journal” format! Any comments? Just Larry

Spring 2002

I want to thank Jerry Pockar, our editor for the excellent article on Jack Lavelle ’38 JCU’s first military person to attain the rank of general, and a special thanks to William R. Harmon ’60 for bringing the matter to JCU — you’ll find the article on Jack Lavelle on page 24 and Bill Harmon’s letter on page 3 of the last issue of John Carroll magazine (vol. 5, Issue 4). Jack and I became close friends when JCU moved out to University Heights. I inherited my brother’s old Ford convertible after he graduated in ’32 and entered St. Mary’s Seminary. Jack, Al Weiler ’38 , and Rocco “Roxie” Marotta — who lived nearby — rode up to Carroll. Don Birmingham, who lived at our house his last year at Carroll, sat in the front with me. The last two to join us sat in the rumble seat. The 1935-36 year was a cold and snowy winter. After Jack graduated, we both tried to enter the Army Air Corp through the flying cadet program. In 1939, Jack passed the physical. In the next two years, I passed everything, but the height requirement of 5’4’’. The Navy was going to give me a wavier (their height requirement is 5’6’’), two weeks later the Army Air Corp measured my height at the beginning of the physical early in the morning the flight surgeon, a Captain Skowl, said 5’4’’. Never in the next 5 years was my height ever checked. On April 28, 1941, I was a “flying cadet.” Jack graduated from Kelly Field in June 1940. My mother and I brought Josephine McEllin to San Antonio, Texas, where Jack was assigned to be an instructor. He was one of the “top five” in his class. I was best man at their wedding at Randolph Field, TX. A year later, in July, I arrived at Randolph Filed — the day their first daughter, Barbara, was born. On July 10, 1979, Jack died (the “Lavelle heart” he often joked about). He was buried at Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia as a major general. I think I’ll send a copy of the magazine to Kissinger, the former Secretary of State under Nixon. He was the only one alive when Jack got “orders” from his Commander in Chief. .

Our “First Wednesday Luncheon Group of the gang from the ’30s” has really taken a blow. We lost eight last year — starting with Bill Young ’40 and ending with Lou Duchez ’34. The four men in the “Obituaries of the Journal” were all regulars — Pete ’34, Leo ’37, the Judge ’37, and Al ’40. Lenny Brickman ’30 died on June 13, 2001 and Lou Duchez died on December 9, 2001. If my memory serves me right, I believe that Lenny Brickman was captain of the football team at JCU for Coach Ralph Vince, and Lou Duchez was captain for the last team Vince coached at Carroll — his last year was as the athletic director.

John Pokorny ’37 called me last week about Dr. Charles Prochaska ’31 (John and “Doc” both were awarded the Alumni Medal last year). “Doc” developed a blood clot in his leg, which required amputation. I remember him when he played football and basketball at Ignatius and Carroll. He was always in “top condition.” He may not be bowling this year, but I’ll bet he’ll be playing golf. He can ride between swings.

The only classmates who dropped me a line are my old faithful ones — Dr. Frances Burns and Jim Darling. Both are okay. Doc has been waiting on his wife who had surgery and Jim is either on a cruise, getting on a cruise, or getting ready to go on a cruise. My other faithful, Charley Bynane, has been silent. I do not know where he is at this time of the year — Roanoke, VA or Houston, TX.

I hope I did not bore you too much at the beginning, but reading about Jack brought back a lot of memories. So keep praying for all of us. Just Larry

Class notes 1937

Spring 2005

I am sad to report that the most recent author of this column, Paul J. Hribar, passed away suddenly on March 18th. He was at home; ready to go to his law office as he had most mornings of his 64-year legal career. Paul was scheduled to meet with the other eight lawyers of his Euclid law office, including me, his daughter, to discuss office matters and future plans. Unfortunately, he never made it to that meeting. A heart attack took his life instantly that morning.

Over the next few days, hundreds of people from all walks of life came to pay their respects to this kind and caring man that had affected their lives in some way. His first concern was always to help people solve their problems and work hard for their cause. He left behind five children, Paul B. Hribar, and John V. Hribar, both of Euclid, my sisters, Janet L. Hull of Philadelphia, Nancy H. Matz of Richmond Heights and me, Joyce Hribar Fiebig, of Willoughby Hills. He also enjoyed watching his seven grandchildren grow. His companion, Agnes Turk, accompanied him to many social functions in the past few years. His wife, Mary Ann, passed away in 1983.

Just a month before he passed away, he embarked upon another of his adventures, a Caribbean tour on the brand new Queen Mary 2. He stated that he had now boarded all of the great Cunard liners. We are so blessed by the fact that he lived his life to the fullest right up to the end.

My dad received a note in the mail recently from Hugh McCaffrey, of Fairhope, AL. He is proud to report that at the age of 90 he is in excellent health and finds time to play golf and exercise at a local wellness center. He also volunteers at a hospital, delivering equipment throughout its various departments. Hugh lives in an independent living facility operated by the Sisters of Mercy. Hugh enjoys spending free time with his lady friend, Nancy Jackson. They often attend the Mobile Symphony orchestra concerts. In fact, that is where they met about one year ago. Hugh’s wife of 52 years passed away eight years ago.

My dad was very proud to be a John Carroll graduate and greatly enjoyed his association with the university. Thanks to all of the John Carroll family from whom we have received sympathy and remembrances. Joyce Hribar Fiebig

Winter 2005

Time marches on and the number of my surviving classmates from grade school, high school, JCU, law school and the U.S. Coast Guard Academy, along with old friends and associates, keeps dropping steadily. Meanwhile, I don’t hear from the survivors. I learned only recently that our classmate, John Drain, passed away last September, although he told me earlier last year when I wrote about him in this column that he was in excellent health. I send my condolences to John’s family and wish him eternal rest.

The foregoing reminds me that I better start getting my own personal affairs in order before it is too late, but I can’t seem to find the time to do that because I spend six or seven days a week in my office helping people from all walks of life solve a wide variety of problems, and my friend, Agnes Turk, and I average about three or four social and other events each week and at least one trip or a cruise each year. I am a saver and have file cabinets jammed with newspaper clippings, articles, memorabilia and files on many subjects, as well as files on each of at least 60 trips and cruises and thousands of photographs and 3-D slides. The walls of my office are lined with at least 30 diplomas, certificates, class photographs, awards, plaques and trophies. What should I do with all this all this stuff?

People have said that helping others and being generous is one of the most rewarding activities a person can do during their lifetime and I have found that the general practice of law affords a great opportunity to do just that. Also, it can be fun when a telephone call sends you off on a new adventure with interesting people calling for your help. I had this now deceased client who was always very eager to help people, usually with disastrous results. For example, he persuaded a friend to allow him to repaint the friend’s Cadillac but used gasoline to remove crud and old paint with the result the Cadillac caught fire and burned up and then the garage burned down. I could write a book! So, why should I retire when Henry Ford said, “use it or lose it!” Here is an item I clipped out of the Plain Dealer recently: “HOW TO BE HAPPIER” Realizing that enduring happiness doesn’t come from financial success. Take control of your time. Act happy. Seek work and leisure activities that engage your skills. Get regular aerobic exercise. Give your body the sleep it wants. Give priority to close relationships. Focus beyond self. Be grateful. Nurture beyond self.

Now, if I can get the tops off those capsules my pills come in and stay healthy, I am all set for a 7-day Caribbean cruise on Cunard’s new 150,000 ton Queen Mary 2 in mid-February. This means I shall have sailed on or been aboard all four of Cunard’s greatest super liners. Meanwhile, I hope to hear from the surviving members of the JCU Class of 1937 and wish all of them and their families the best of good health and happiness in the future.

Respectfully submitted, Paul

Fall 2004

In his last column, Larry Kelley ’36 wrote that he would like to see my video of Mike Dwyer’s presentation at my 90th birthday party in May 2003. Also, I promised Mike’s family that I would send them a duplicate of the video. I have been very busy and did not get around to having duplicates made, but I hope to do so shortly and will send Larry and Mike’s family each a duplicate.

I haven’t heard from any of our 1937 classmates, but during the summer Mary Alice Arbeznik, her son Gary, daughter Joanne and her husband and their lovely daughter attended my extended family’s annual picnic in Metropolitan Park. Leo Arbeznik’s mother and my mother were sisters and our grandfather, Josef Turk, became the first Slovenian settler in Cleveland in 1881. I grew up with Leo and was his best man when he married Mary Alice Hanlon during World War II when he was an officer in the U.S. Navy. During his grade school years, Leo’s mother insisted that he play the violin and that he wear his beautiful reddish blonde hair shoulder length. No one expected him to become a big tough baseball, basketball and football player who was often called “SWEDE” by his teammates because of his then shortened hair color. When Leo and Mary Alice married she had brilliant red hair as did their daughter and four sons and they made quite an impression when the family went to Mass at St. Williams Parish in Euclid. The Arbeznik and Mike Dwyer families were neighbors during the years they lived in Euclid, Ohio where Mike flew the American and Irish flags in front of his home. The Arbezniks are an outstanding family but I cannot profile them at this time because of word limitations.

Since most of the members of our class are deceased, and I have no input from the survivors, I hope to profile those members and their families with whom I am or have been familiar in future columns. I look upon myself as a “Late boomer, still in bloom” because I am still working full time and was held back by the Depression, the Recession, over four years in the service during World War II, four years of night law school, and that at age 72, I had no grandchildren. Now, at age 91, I really enjoy my seven grandchildren, something most of my peers experienced years ago. My four youngest grandsons range in age from four to nine years, are strikingly handsome, intelligent, thoughtful, and well informed on a wide variety of subjects. They often come to my office and tell me about their experiences. Some time ago four-year-old Joey Fiebig came to my office as I sat in my chair, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “you know Grandpa, old people wear glasses and I think if you wore glasses you could see better.” (I don’t wear glasses, have blurred vision and use magnifiers to read.) I will end with this: “What did Jesus say to the apostles at the Last Supper?” Answer: “Hurry up fellows, or you won’t be in the picture!” So, I wish everyone the best of good health and success and hope the upcoming election turns out well for our country and the world.

Very cordially yours, Paul

Summer 2004

Congratulations to Larry Kelley ’36 for receiving the SILVER QUILL AWARD in June. Larry has never missed a deadline in submitting his column during his 24 years as his class representative and columnist for this magazine. His energy and enthusiasm are boundless and go back to his days as a cheerleader for St. Ignatius and JCU. I predict Larry will be submitting his column for many years to come.

John Drain told me he is in excellent health and “lets each day take care of itself.” John graduated from St. Ignatius in 1933, JCU in 1937, and Case Western Reserve Law School in 1940, and then spent about 4 years in U.S. Army Military Intelligence during World War II. John worked for our late JCU classmate, Henry Erhardt, for about a year in the furniture business, but then practiced law for many years until his retirement about 10 years ago. John and his wife, Ann, who died about 10 years ago, had five sons and three daughters, four of whom, including one daughter, became lawyers. One of John’s daughters lives with him. John enjoys singing and sang for the JCU Glee Club and later with a prominent men’s chorus group in Cleveland. At age 89, John still drives his automobile and is one of the very few who still attend JCU luncheons on the first Wednesday of each month at the Rockcliff Restaurant on Cleveland’s West Side.

When I called Hugh C. McCaffrey at his home in Alabama last March, it was the first time I had spoken to him in about 60 years. Hugh said that he lost his wife, Leatrice, about 7 years ago, but is in good health and enjoys visits from his children and grandchildren. He said he plays golf regularly, enjoys an active social life in his community, and volunteers at a nearby hospital. Hugh was president of our freshman class at JCU, but left at the end of our sophomore year to go to law school. He and I have much in common! We graduated from St. Joseph (Collinwood) School, Cathedral Latin High School, attended JCU, and became lawyers and then officers in the U.S. Coast Guard during World War II and commanding officers of Coast Guard vessels. When the war ended, I returned home, but Hugh rejoined the Coast Guard and became a career officer until his retirement. In the late 1930s, we both worked for Household Finance Company in the same office.

I will continue to seek out and report on surviving members of our class, but welcome calls and information from anyone regarding members of our class and their families. Meanwhile, I am still practicing law full time, my friend Agnes Turk and I attend many functions of the many clubs and organizations to which we belong, as well as birthday and holiday parties, wedding receptions and wakes and funerals. As world travelers, our recent Danube River cruise was our 21st together and about my 65th overall. We hope to continue doing what we are doing if we can stay healthy and cope with the problems that come with age, which I will discuss in my next issue. So, stay healthy, keep busy, hang in there!

Cordially yours, Paul

Spring 2004

I was sad to learn just recently that Ed D’Alessandro passed away in February 2004. Ed graduated from John Adams High School in 1931 and was about two years older than most of our classmates. He spent many years with the Cleveland Public Library and then well over 25 years with the prestigious Library of Congress in Washington, D.C. where he is looked upon as an icon. Ed was a great and generous supporter of JCU and his eminence as a librarian reflects well on the education he received at our university. We send our condolences to his family.

About 20 years ago, as opposing lawyers, I delivered papers to our classmate, John Drain, at his home in Shaker Heights, but he could not talk to me because he and his wife were on their way to church. On April 8th I called John at his home, but again I had to cut my call short because he was on his way to church. John did say that only he and Larry Kelley ’36 showed up on Wednesday, April 7th, for the JCU alumni luncheon, which has been held at a Westside restaurant on the first Wednesday of each month for many years. At one time as many as 25 alumni attended those luncheons which Larry Kelley has kept alive.

On March 24th I called and spoke with Bob and Marge Thompson, who have been living in West Palm Beach, FL for about 26 years. They have been married for about 64 years, are enjoying their family, play golf regularly and visit occasionally with John and Zola Smith and Mary Alice Arbeznik, who also live in the area. Bob believes he is the last surviving member of the Cathedral Latin High School football team that beat Collinwood in the 1932 Charity Game — his brother, Bruce Thompson ’43, and I both attended. Bob and Dick Nardi of Collinwood both punted sensationally. My long deceased then best friend, Vince McDonough, and my late cousin, Leo Arbeznik, and many of our 1937 JCU classmates played in that game. My last contact with the Thompsons occurred in 1974 during a golf tour in Bermuda when Bob and friends barricaded the door of the hotel room occupied by my late wife, Mary Ann, and myself so that we had difficulty exiting our room.

When I called John and Zola Smith they said they have been married for about 56 years, are enjoying their retirement — play golf, and are trying to keep healthy and active. John served many years as a family physician practicing in the Lyndhurst area where he often made house calls in the wee hours of the morning according to Zola who served many years as a registered nurse. John and Zola have attended several JCU functions along with me and my lady friend, Agnes Turk, and they must be following their own medical advice because they both appear fit and healthy.

My next call was to Hugh C. McCaffrey at his home in Fairhope, AL. It was the first time I had spoken to Hugh since about 1939. I will report on Hugh in my next column so that this article will not exceed word limitations.

Looking back over almost 91 years, I believe our generation has lived in the most exciting, tumultuous and rewarding period in the history of mankind. Unfortunately, however, I am concerned about what the future holds for our grandchildren and I agree with Yogi Berra, who said, “THE FUTURE AIN’T WHAT IT USED TO BE!” Nevertheless, each of us should follow the GOLDEN RULE of treating others as we would have them treat us. So, stay healthy and active.

Very cordially submitted, Paul J. Hribar

Winter 2004

A message from Mike Dwyer’s children — Over the years, reunions have been written about time and time again in this column. Our dad, Mike Dwyer, was always planning reunions, especially at John Carroll. We believe that he enjoyed a special reunion with his JCU classmates, the likes of Jim Priebe ’37, John Toner ’37, Bill Deckman ’37, Bud Carrier ’37, Leo Arbeznik ’37, Bill McMahon ’37, Hank Erhardt ’37, Jonas Moran ’37, and the others who have preceded him in death. This reunion took place on December 6, 2003, when our dad left this earth and entered his eternal reward. We believe that he was met by our good and loving God, Mary, and all the saints. Our mom, his beloved Connie, the light of his life, welcomed him home, along with his sons Dan and Dave. We are sure that it was a very joyful reunion, and that our dad probably brought mom flowers, as he always did. His parents, brothers and sisters and in-laws also said “Cead Mile Failte” as he reunited with them, for a different kind of “happy hour.”

Meanwhile, for all of us who are left behind, his four surviving children, daughters and sons-in-law, grandchildren, and friends, we rejoice in his long deserved eternal reward, but his presence is greatly missed. His constant love, support, jokes, and numerous acts of kindness and service will always be a part of our lives. As Morrie Schwarz said, “Death ends a life, not a relationship.” We know he loved us; he told us often and showed us always. His great love for our mom, taught us how important it is to be caring and respectful. His steadfast Catholic faith was lived out daily, and was a constant support to him during his life. His acts of charity toward all people showed us how important it is to be “Christ for others.” His Irish pride was evident to all who had the opportunity to know him. His Irish eyes were always smiling and his Bit o’ Blarney will live on forever. He loved to speak, and so it was only fitting that he spoke at his own funeral — Fr. Baugh played a tape of dad reciting the poem “High Flight,” one of his favorite poems. We are sure that dad has reached out and “touched the face of God.”

Finally, as we cleaned out his apartment, we found these words. We believe that our dad speaks these words to all of us. “When I am dead, Cry for me a little. Think of me sometimes, But not too much. It is not good for you Or your wife or your husband Or your children To allow your thoughts to dwell Too long on the dead. Think of me now and again As I was in life At some moment which is pleasant to recall. But not for long. Leave me in peace As I shall leave you, too, in peace. While you live, Let your thought be with the living.”

Slainte — Mike, Barb, Joe, and Mary. The luckiest kids in the world, our dad was the best!

Winter 2004

Welcome Paul Hribar — Well, Mike Dwyer’s elegant attire, unique style and sense of humor and stories must now be enhancing the eternal forum. The memories and legacy he created through his column in this magazine will live on and cannot be replaced. But, as Mike would write of others who have passed on, may he REST IN PEACE. On December 22, 2003, the Cleveland Plain Dealer ran a half page biography of Mike including photographs and on May 25, 2003 I videotaped Mike’s presentation during my 90th birthday party. I will present a copy of the video to Mike’s family and understand they may publish a book regarding Mike’s life and accomplishments. Mike and his wife, Connie, suffered through two devastating experiences. One of their sons was killed in an automobile accident and about a year later another son died the same way. Then, about eight years ago Connie passed on. Mike endured the sorrow of these tragedies with quiet grace and dignity. Mike came to John Carroll University, along with many other members of the Cathedral Latin High School Class of 1933, in September of that year. Our JCU Class of 1937 is the only one, which spent two years attending classes on the upper floors of the building now housing St. Ignatius High School and two years on the new John Carroll campus in University Heights. This was during The Great Depression and we graduated in time for The Recession and during the time we all feared Communism, events that shaped our lives. Times were difficult financially, and I recall paying $5.00 per week tuition to the then treasurer of JCU, Ray Miller, and a nickel for a large bag of broken cookies from the nearby B & B Biscuit Company in the mid-1930s. Some of our class members had problems raising $35.00 to purchase class rings and our class could not afford to put out the usual annual yearbook. After JCU moved to University Heights, I acquired a Model T Ford that looked like a glassed in chicken coop and drove classmates, Tom Corbett and John Hyland, to and from JCU. I had to crank that Tin Lizzy to start the motor and when the brake band wore down I had to snub the front right wheel against the curb descending Noble Road Hill so that we would not roll out into traffic on Euclid Avenue at the bottom of the hill. After graduation many of our class members struggled to find satisfactory employment and many of us served in World War II and then later finally started our families and careers. The question now is Who is left? Who can take up Mike’s column?

Since the deadline for articles to appear in the next issue of the John Carroll magazine is only four days away, January 16, 2004, I have volunteered to send in this article to continue Mike’s column. However, as he often wrote, I need to hear from the survivors of our classmates from the year 1937 or their families and friends as to their names, complete addresses, telephone numbers and any information as to how and what they are doing these days. I will appreciate having them write, call or fax the above information to me at the information in the header of this column. After I secure necessary information I will conduct a head count, will try to contact all surviving members of our class and will try to have a complete report in a later issue of this magazine. I welcome calls or letters from members of families of deceased classmates. Meanwhile, I wish all of my classmates and their families the best of good health and happiness for the year of 2004 and hope to hear from many of you.

Very cordially submitted, Paul

Summer 2003

Last Column by Mike Dwyer Since I started the “temporary” job of writing this column, 21 years ago, I have punched out more than 67,000 words. Not one of them, however, has made a lasting impression on anybody. It seems like an exercise in futility or redundancy, doesn’t it?

At Paul Hribar’s 90th birthday party recently a friend said, “Everyone wants to whoop it up on your birthday. Don’t the fools realize at your age you need a lot of peace and quiet?” A week later, at Jim Schlecht’s ’40 85th birthday party, he heard the same tired old expression. This led me to reflect on the fact that the older we get the more we have to remember and we must admit that not all of our memories are accurate. We are at the age when all of our youthful accomplishments are magnified, and nostalgia has replaced our plans for the future. All this leads to the admission that I need your comments and memories to add some spice and variety to what you have been reading in this space for so many years. So do you have any news about yourself or any of our mutual friends? I can use tales of travel, trouble, temptations, testimonials, tiddly winks tournaments, triumphs, or even Tarus, the bull. Turn back to the good old days, and share some vignettes from the time when we were young and full of something-or-other and vinegar. Resurrect some images from our student days. Surely you can recall some special games … unforgettable characters among your classmates and teachers … how you struggled to come up with your tuition payments … your first legal beer in 1933 … escapades … triumphs … fears … and fun. When was the last time you washed your socks? Is your wife expecting? I want to know about your hearing loss … new teeth … the condition of your hemorrhoids … the presence or absence of your prostate … or the latest sports achievements of your mother-in-law. Don’t hold anything back. The world is waiting breathlessly for answers to these requests. I promise to share with the seven or eight people who still read these notes.

One of the most interesting and steadfast members of our class, John Pokorny, went to his eternal and well deserved reward on April 15th. Typically, up to the end, he was actively helping to plan the 70th reunion of Cathedral Latin High School’s class of 1933. R.I. P.

I received a long letter and a wonderful collection of pictures from Bernie Sallot ’39. We played in the Carroll band together and Bernie was an editor of the ’39 yearbook, which was never published. These pictures, which were never used, are now reposing in the JCU archives, except for a few which I purloined for my own files. Thank you, Bernie.

John Drain’s daughter-in-law, Sheila, (married to John’s son, Joe) joined us for lunch at the Rockcliff Restaurant in March. She brightened the day for all of us old raisins.

Finally I went to the wake for Pat McGinty, who had worked as a deck hand on a lake freighter. He fell overboard and was drowned. At the wake, a friend of the wife said to her, “Did he leave you much?” The wife replied, “He did indeed, nearly $20,000.” Her friend said, “Isn’t that wonderful! And him that couldn’t read or write.” “Or swim, thanks be to god,” said the wife. Cheers! — Mike

Spring 2003

In the winter edition of this magazine I wrote, as I often do, that I was running out of people to write about. If you are criticizing my grammar, I know it is not proper to use a preposition to end a sentence with. I offer no apology, but it affords me an opportunity to quote a good writer, Winston Churchill. He was criticized for ending a sentence with a preposition. His classic reply was, “This is a form of pedantry up with which I will not put.” But, I digress

Paul Hribar, one of the few who send me any news, reports that he and Agnes Turk were on a cruise around the bottom of South America in January. Paul, who will be 90 years old on May 23rd, shows no signs of slowing down. He sent me a post card from Argentina. I then sent the card to John Pokorny, the noted philatelist, who will add the $4.50 worth of Argentine stamps to his collection. … Another classmate who is two years older than most of us, is Ed D’Alessandro. He celebrated his 90th birthday on March 11.

Among those who will never celebrate a 90th birthday are the following: Charlie Bynane ’36, who died in January, Joe Sowa ’39, who died in December, and one of the nicest people I ever met, Bobbi Bokman Rodgers, who served JCU as director of public relations for many years. Father Peter Fennessy, SJ made a hurried trip to Cleveland from his present ministry in the Detroit area to celebrate Bobbi’s memorial Mass in Saint Francis Chapel.

George Sweeney ’55 lost his battle with cancer last September. He was “Mr. John Carroll” during his outstanding business career. A few years ago he was instrumental in making me an honorary member of the JCU class of 1955, which makes me the oldest member of that class.

Dr. Ralph and Jaye Pelegrin have decided to make the big change in life style that many of us have already made. He is selling their five bedroom home and will be moving to a two bedroom place on one floor. I made the same decision seven years ago after my Connie died, and it turned out to be a wise move. I am certain that Ralph and Jaye will agree with me after they get settled.

Like many of our classmates, the men who graduated from high school in 1933 will be celebrating their 70th class reunion this year. Among the JCU and Cathedral Latin gang planning to attend the reunion are Joe DiMarco, Mike Dwyer, Wencel Frank, Joe Landers, John McGinness, Ralph Pelegrin, John Pokorny and Bob Thompson, as well as the widows of Leo Arbeznik (Mary), Bill Carrier (Elvi), Bill Deckman (Bernie), and John Malone (Mary). The affair promises to be an adventure in geriatric nostalgia.

Some of you might remember a classmate who was not with us very long. His name is Charlie O’Connell and he provides me with a lot of wonderful anecdotes that help me through my speaking engagements. He told me he did not get along very well with some of his wife’s relatives. He said his mother-in-law is a travel agent for guilt trips. Then he added, “I should have married a Japanese girl.” I asked him, “Why?” He replied, “Japanese girls are pretty, petite and polite … and my mother-in-law would be in Tokyo.”

Cheers! Mike

Winter 2003

My first column appeared in this space 20 years ago, in the July issue of the Carroll Alumni Journal. It did not carry my byline because I was still trying to find someone to take over the job that had been conducted so well by the late Bill Peoples. With a deadline approaching, I agreed to write one column while the search went on for a permanent correspondent. I have continued to write one column at a time, and the search still goes on. Now, time has taken its toll. I am still searching, and slowly running out of classmates to write about. So, you are stuck with me while I continue to write more and more about less and less, until either the editor or the grim reaper catches up with me.

In July 1982, I mentioned the names of 23 classmates. Today, 17 of those classmates (among many others) are reading these notes from their celestial perches … I hope. At the risk of being redundant, the last item in that column read: Hank Erhardt taught me a Gaelic expression, ‘Puga Mahone’ (phonetic spelling). He said it means, ‘Have a nice day.’ He wouldn’t lie to me, would he?”

Of the 65 members of our graduating class, I can account for about 15 today. In the last year alone, we lost Leo Arbeznik, Hank Erhardt, Joe Haworth, Clayton Lange, Bill Leppig, Bert Maheu, Al Mallin, John Malone, Jonas Moran, Jim O’Neill, Wally Roth and Judge John Toner.

Times have changed economically, too. As you recall, tuition in the year 1936-1937 was $125 a semester. Tuition for the current year is $18,883 plus $6,564 for room and board. This still ranks among the lowest of comparable private colleges, and it alone will not cover current expenses. I mention this to emphasize the importance of contributing to the Annual Fund. I believe most of us are better off financially than we were in 1937. I know I have enough money to last me for the rest of my life … unless I buy something!

At last June’s reunion, the class of 1937 was represented by Dr. Jack and Zo Smith, John and Margie Pokorny, Dr. Ralph and Jaye Pelegrin, Paul Hribar and Agnes Turk and Mike Dwyer. We all told each other how wonderful we looked, and had an unforgettable evening.

As I was going through my files today, I came across an old letter from the late Jim Grant. In his unique way with words, he wrote, “One morning in a history class, Fr. Tomasney raised a newspaper and read the headline. He shouted, “That dirty S.O.B., Roosevelt, is trying to destroy the system of checks and balances that have made us a free people!” Well, he went on waving the newspaper for another ten minutes. Tom O’Connell ’36 (in class for a change) said Tomasney’s liver spots on his hands were jumping like ants. Bill Brennan was brought to a full alert, and wanted to know what the hell was going on as he awakened. A close friend, a Bohemian from 55th and Broadway was quite subdued. Later, he told me that he was sure his date from the night before was not married.” At the bottom of his letter, Grant said, “Mike, I doubt that you will print this. So be it.” Of course I did not print it. That is why you are only reading it now.

Finally, Here’s to a long life and a merry one, a quick death and an easy one, a pretty girl and an honest one, a cold beer … and another one. …

Cheers! Mike

Spring 2002

As time marches on, increasing numbers of JCU grads from the class of ’37 keep marching into the sunset. Thus it becomes increasingly difficult to dig up news items to fill this space. However, the editor graciously granted me, an old history buff, permission to write whatever I wanted to for this issue, even if it isn’t news.

The fact that you will be reading these notes in April prompted me to reflect on one of my visits to Lexington, Massachusetts a few months ago. It was in Lexington, on April 19, 1775, that the opening shots were fired in what became the War for American Independence. As I strolled over the grounds with my camera and notebook, I was filled with wonder, and my mind began to wander back to those troubled times. The thoughts, fears and expectations of the untrained farmers and tradesmen who faced troops of the British army that day were, I feel sure, far different from what historians have led us to believe. History, you see, can have two different meanings. It can explain what actually happened in the past or what historians have written about what happened, subject to their own interpretations, judgements, prejudices, or viewpoints.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, for example wrote his famous poem, “Paul Revere’s Ride,” in 1860, eighty-five years after the historic event. He was correct in the opening stanza, when he penned the words, “Listen my children and you shall hear/O the midnight ride of Paul Revere,/ On the eighteenth of April, in seventy-five/ Hardly a ma is now alive/who remembers that famous day and year.” I agree with the poet that there were not many people in 1860 who remembered that day in “April of seventy-five,” including Longfellow himself, who was born in 1807. He took a few liberties with some of the facts, but then, he had a poetic license to do so. He said the date of the event was April eighteenth. The Encyclopedia Britannica says that it was April nineteenth. Take your pick. I was not there then, so I cannot verify either date.

I was thinking of that as I made my way around the area recording the historical quotes engraved in some of the markers. For example, the statue of Captain Parker, emblematic of all the Minutemen, had a carving on its base of the supposed inspirational words of Parker: “Stand your ground, Don’t fire unless fired upon. But if they mean to have a war, let it begin here.” Somehow, as an old skeptic, I would have found it to be more believable and realistic if the words had said, “Them redcoat b—–s mean business, boys. Give ‘em hell!”

I have trouble believing other famous quotes as well. Did Admiral Dewey, in Manila Bay, really say, “Damn the torpedoes. Full steam ahead?” It is difficult to believe that an American Naval officer would be so stupid or careless about the safety of his ship and crew that he would steam full speed into a sea full of mines. Or, on being hailed to know whether he had struck his flag as his ship was sinking, did John Paul Jones really say “I have not yet begun to fight?” What had he been doing up until then … taking a nap?

There are so many quotes attributed to George Washington, but the one I like best was quoted by a historian who said that as George, the old frontier soldier, was getting into the boat preparing to cross the Delaware, he tapped the 280 pound General Knox on the shoulder, and said, “Move your fat ass, Knox, but not too suddenly, lest you swamp the damn boat.” That was no heroic or inspirational, but realistic, and to me, believable.

Well, skeptic or not, I was thrilled to be wandering back in my imagination to that historic day, April 19, 1775, and to see the graves and some of the artifacts of the stubborn men who had had enough of Britain’s Colonial policy. They craved freedom from England’s dominance, and were willing to risk their lives and reputations in a seemingly hopeless struggle for independence. At least, most historians agree on that.

Aren’t you glad? … I hope to see you at our 65th class reunion in June, even though most people will think we are a little strange making plans that far in advance at our age.

Cheers! Mike

Class notes 1935

Spring 2002

This is Ralph “Pete” French’s last column. For those of you who don’t know, our dad passed away on October 2 at the age of 93. Before he died, he asked that we write his last column and we agreed. When we asked him what he wanted us to write, he told us to put: “I love John Carroll.” He also asked that we include part of a reflection that he had liked and we will include it a bit later. As generations of John Carroll and St. Ignatius High School students know, the goal of a Jesuit education is to produce “A man for others who lives by the motto “Ad Majoreum Dei Gloria.” Our father lived by that motto. Ralph loved his wife of 62 years, Lillian, his family, his friends, the law, his God and John Carroll University. For most of his adult life he was active in the St. Vincent DePaul Society as a member, officer, local president and for several years, national vice president. In addition to being active in St. Agatha and St Gregory the Great parishes, he was also on the board of Catholic Charities for years. Dad was devoted to the completion of his Golden Years column for the Alumni Journal, and he was comforted to know that the standard bearer for the column will befall to his friend Larry Kelley. John Carroll University made a profound difference in his life and he spent his entire life giving back something to the university whether it was the Blue and Gold Club, Board of Trustee, columnist, Alumni Medal Recipient or as a student and the manager of the football and basketball teams. He was never so proud as when his sons Peter ’68 and Richard ’69 and grandchildren Matt Nocella, Jennifer French ’99 and Justin French ’02 attended John Carroll. We are unable to regale you with stories of the men dad knew from the Golden Years but we can leave you with a reflection he enjoyed. THE STATION By Robert J. Hastings Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in which we see ourselves on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We’re traveling by train and, from the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at crossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and village halls. But uppermost in our minds is our final destination – for at a certain hour and on a given day, our train will finally pull into the station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, we pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station. “Yes, when we reach the station, that will be it!” we promise ourselves. “When we’re eighteen … win that promotion … put the last kid through college … buy that 450 SL Mercedes Benz … pay off the mortgage … have a nest egg for retirement.” From that day on we will all live happily every after. Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no station in this life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The station is an illusion-it constantly outdistances us. Yesterday’s a memory, tomorrow’s a dream. Yesterday belongs to history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday’s a fading sunset, tomorrow’s a faint sunrise. Only today is there light enough to love and live. So gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad, but rather the regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. “Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24, “This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener. Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we go along. In conclusion, God bless you and God bless John Carroll University.