There has been more rain in South Texas in April, May, and June this year than in any of those three months in the past 100 years. Terrible flooding along the Blanco River in Blanco, Wimberley, San Marcos, and other cities from San Antonio up to Austin. Many people lost everything, including dozens of lives. It’s very sad. We are OK here at our house. We are high up and away from rivers and streams. We just lost phone, Internet, and TV for two days. I can deal with that. The only problem is I’m two months behind in my yard work.
I sent 21 calls for information for this column. The email to Al Buchta was returned because of a bad address. Can anyone help? If you know Al’s correct email address, let me know. Or, Al, if you’re reading this, send me your address, please. So, that means 20 emails sent and four replies. That’s a 20-percent success story. Hmmmm!
Ed Garvin spends most of his time playing golf and doing yard work. Last November, Ed had an aorta valve replacement. He claims he’s doing well with the cow valve, but I suspect that, as he’s cutting the grass, he has a tendency to want just a little taste. The Garvins left Ohio for three months to play golf and relax in Florida. While in France on a river cruise, he visited the beaches at Normandy, which was a very emotional experience. He thought of his uncle, who landed on Omaha on D-Day. I know what he means. I remember standing with my young family in the ’60s looking out at the Chanel past the sandy beach on which children were playing.
There was no surprise in the email from Rick Graff. As is usual, he and Carol were traveling to exotic, out-of-the-way, significant places. This time, they were taking a river cruise from Budapest to Amsterdam. “Having lived in Massachusetts for more than 30 years, I had long known of the assistant coaches with the Patriots who had graduated from Carroll,” he writes, attaching an ESPN blog about the JCU connections to the NFL to his email. They’re rather extensive.
John Fusciello spoke about his three children – daughters, aged 49 and 47, and son, 43 – all of whom live close by. “Our three eldest grandchildren range from 9 to 16 years of age, and our youngest guy is 4,” he says. John waxed elegantly in his communique in response to my bladder cancer situation. “By our age, we realize life is not a bowl of cherries, but bladder cancer can’t be fun,” John says. “My wife, Lucille, went through the process about 25 years ago and, fortunately, has had no other issue with it. Her beating it so far is one of the many blessings that we’ve enjoyed. I, again, am blessed with good health, fortunately. Aside from daily minor aches and pains, I’m able to do my almost daily vigorous walk. I’ve found keeping busy has its rewards, so for the past 14 years, I’ve worked with an importer and distributor of fine Italian wines. You can’t beat that at my age. Talk about blessings!” Yes, John, it’s always best to keep the blessings in mind. They far outweigh the problems. Thanks for the sentiments.
Larry Dietz checked in with news about a number of our classmates. He hears from Pat Mingarelle (Erie, Pa.) regularly and says Pat is still teaching a class or two at Penn State Erie, The Behrend College. Miriam ’62G and Gerry Porter took up residence at Cedar Point the past few years, and Gerry continues his law practice in Cleveland. “They must enjoy staying young and enjoying the rides,” Larry says. “Ha!” John Callinan’s widow, Peggy, continues her excellent golf game in Cleveland and John’s Island, Fla., in the winter. Larry continues to support Stan Brock, founder of Remote Area Medical, who has hosted more than 500 free weekend medical clinics – all on a first-come, first-served basis. People line up at midnight and tickets are distributed at 3 a.m. The clinic, staffed by many national volunteers, commences treatment at 6 a.m. Remote Area Medical (RAM) has an excellent website. Finally, George Pfeiffer, whom many of us know from the class of ’61, but ’54 from Ignatius, is having serious health problems in Tallahassee and could use our prayers for successful therapy. His spirits are positive. Thanks for updating us, Larry.
Time for me to listen to The Whistler. Tonight it is “The Blank Wall” as heard on June 26, 1943. Please write me, return my phone calls, and reply to my emails. If you’re part of the class of ’58, then this is your column. Please write. Thanks.
John E. Clifford
On Friday, March 13, we were at the coast (Corpus Christi) on spring break. The weather was fine. I could go down to the beach but didn’t go into the ice-cold water. It was good to get away from the cold San Antonio climate.
Tim Abraham got away from the cold in New York City for a week to deliver a paper in warm Phoenix at the annual meeting of the Association of Teacher Educators. He even swam in the outdoor pool. He’ll be going on the JCU- sponsored trip to Normandy, France, at the end of April and first week of May. Anyone else going on that trip? Tim never got to that part of France when he was stationed in Germany from 1958 to 1960. He wishes y’all a happy Year of the Sheep.
I received a nice letter from Jackie Birskovich, widow of Steve Birskovich, who passed away two years ago. Steve lived a full life. He practiced medicine for 35 years, traveled to many countries, and became even busier during retirement with many committees. Steve and Jackie had six children and five grandchildren who kept life interesting. Thank you for sharing your memories, Jackie.
Up in New Hampshire, Mary Ellen and John Moran celebrated 55 years of marriage. The Mass wasn’t in Deerfield, but at St. Finbarr’s in Bantry, Ireland. Throughout the years, they made many friends there and renewed contacts with relatives who shared their celebration. John and Mary Ellen have four daughters, and seven grandchildren. Two of them live in Virginia, and one lives in Ohio. Mary Ellen and John live with their eldest daughter and her husband. John is a five-year survivor of bladder cancer, having had the same BCG treatments as I’m undergoing now. Here’s a list of his activities in retirement: reading, household chores, walking the dog, shopping, attending historical society meetings, baking, putting puzzles together, and doctors’ appointments. Sound familiar?
Speaking of lists of things to do, Carol and Rick Graff always seem to have lists of places to go. Now they’re getting ready for a cruise in April. Rick just came off a retreat that about 25 fellows take each year at a Lutheran retreat center in rural Georgia. The guys prefer a Jesuit, so they always recruit one. In fact, next year’s retreat master is a native of Malta who lives in Toronto. Rick concluded with a note about his son, Bob ’87, who lives in Seattle. The morning after the Super Bowl he wore his Patriots jersey as he went out for morning coffee. That’s loyalty!
Time for Oxydol’s Own “Ma Perkins.” Please write. Peace.
John E. Clifford
I wrote this column on Nov. 13, 2014, four days after the Spurs visited Cleveland to beat the world’s greatest basketball player, and two days after celebrating my 79th birthday. I told you we’d beat your king in any court to which he takes his skills. How long is the Cavaliers’ head coach going to put up with your king?
Bruce B. Felder, president and CEO of Forum Consulting Service in Cleveland, has had a distinguished career with many professional and civic achievements: grand jury foreman for the Common Pleas Court of Cuyahoga County; guest lecturer at the Case Western Reserve University’s Weatherhead School of Management under the N.E.O.N. Network; co-chairman of the events committee of the Cleveland Bicentennial Commission; member of the board of trustees of Cleveland’s Convention and Visitors Bureau; and a trustee of the board of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum. Bruce has three children: Teri Skadron, a practicing veterinarian in West St. Paul, Minn.; Traci, the director of major gifts and endowment campaign at The Menorah Park Foundation; and Todd, an executive at Sherwin- Williams. Bruce has seven grandchildren.
Jim Oakar checked in – again with no significant family news. He emails Mike Zucarro (Cathedral Latin High) and several St. Ignatius-JCU graduates. The latter group meets monthly with others from the 1954 high school class.
Those who were members of the Army ROTC program during our four years at JCU might remember a classmate and fellow ROTC member, James W. Miller. James didn’t graduate with us on that June day in 1958. He got married and enlisted in the U.S. Army. He was a behavioral science specialist for the Army Medical Corps until 1962. His son, Robert Miller, let his dad’s fellow ROTC brothers know their friend passed away (June 14, 2009) after a distinguished career in civilian life and a long and happy marriage.
Additional material from more classmates is online. I must listen to The Nora Falkner Matter on Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar as broadcast on Nov. 13, 1950.
Please write. Peace.
John E. Clifford
We had been in the middle of a 100-degree heat wave with little or no rain. As my brother says, “That’s what you get for living in the desert.” I tell him San Antonio is nice in the fall, spring and winter. Three out of four ain’t bad.
I had a nice conversation with Pat Malloy a while ago. He spent 35 years as a CFO for a company in Cleveland. He’s retired and spends time reading and enjoying his 10 grandchildren. He has a son in Canada who’s a school superintendent. His other three children aren’t that far away. Pat lives within the shadows of the JCU campus.
When Don Santos retired from Eaton Corp., he picked up a job teaching part time at Tri-C and is still at it. “I plan to be in the Naples, Fla., area most of March 2015,” Don said. “If any classmates plan to be in the area and want to get together for lunch to reminisce, give me a call at 440-221-3674.” Don has been proud of our ROTC grads from the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s. “I believe we had more than a hundred cadets from our class. Throughout the years, JCU has populated the officer ranks with many good men.”
No big trips this year for Carol and Rick Graff: “But we had two more high school graduations, and this time, they were compressed in time not proximity. During the first weekend of June, we were in the Boston area for the first graduation, and the next weekend, we were in the Seattle area for the second graduation. None of our grandsons has selected John Carroll yet. However, one grandson, Dylan, son of Bob ’87 attends Gonzaga, so that keeps it in the Jesuit family.”
I close with a note from Bob Nix, who says, “I haven’t heard from anybody lately, and I’m leading a quiet life.” I hope all of you are leading that quiet life. Y’all deserve it.
I now must listen to Episode 22 of The CBS radio program, “You Are There,” as heard on March 14, 1948. The title is “The Death of Socrates.” If you’ve changed your phone number or email address, let me know. I seem to get wrong numbers. This is your column, so let me hear from you. Thanks.
John E. Clifford
We had a wet and cool spring here in San Antonio. I had 3,429 peach blossoms on my one remaining peach tree. Then came a late cold spell, after which I had one peach. The day I went out to pick it, there it lay, on the ground, the remains of a nice meal for a squirrel and birds. Oh, well. Anyway, the Spurs did OK, didn’t they. Now we’ll have to beat King James next year in Cleveland instead of Miami. But it doesn’t matter. We’ll beat him wherever he wants to take his talent.
Jack Cingel still works as an independent financial advisor, affiliated with LPL Financial (Tyler/Stone Group). More importantly, he and Mary Margaret were blessed to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary Nov. 30, 2013. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. John Cingel!
I have two bits of sad news. First, Henry J. (Hank) Grey passed away June 30 this year in Strongsville, Ohio. Hank and his bride, Mary, were blessed with 54 years of marriage. He left five children: Valerie, Patricia, James, Jeffrey, and Mark, along with seven grandchildren. Hank was a successful husband, father, grandfather, and businessman. What more can we expect from a classmate. Please remember Mary and the family in your prayers.
Second, I’m sad to say Bob Holtwick passed away this spring. I asked Jack Cingel, who knew Bob well, to provide words for this column: “I first met Bob in line registering for ROTC classes at JCU. He tapped me on the shoulder and asked where I lived in Garfield Heights because he would be staying at his brother’s home on Caine Ave. I said that was only a few streets from where I live. He asked if he could have a ride to his brother’s home. Well, that began a close friendship that lasted 60 years. We both had a passion for baseball. I was a pitcher, and Bob was a catcher. I remember that summer of 1957 at Fort Eustis looking for an exhibition game and approaching the JCU contingent. We organized a team of JCU ball players. We had never played together as a team. The post gave us baseball jerseys to wear. It was quite a sight. Our baseball uniforms for that game were fatigue pants, caps, and combat boots – no spikes. I pitched, and Bob caught me. Well, this last-minute, put-together team beat the post team. It was a nice feather in the caps for JCU ballplayers. Following graduation, Bob and I were stationed at Fort Eustis. Again we played baseball, and our team won the post battalion championship. We then finished the season on the post team in second place at the Second Army tournament at Fort Knox, Ky. After Fort Eustis, Bob worked for Nationwide Insurance as a claim adjuster. He then purchased the agency of an established Nationwide agent in Vermilion, Ohio, and became a successful agent. He was well respected in his community. Bob had a great personality – always upbeat and always had a smile for the person he met. Bob will be missed. He was a good guy, battery mate, and confidant. I was fortunate to have him as a friend.”
Pat Mingarelle had a stress test that revealed possible blockages, but when he had a heart cath, it appeared he didn’t need more stents (he already has three) or surgery. “We’re the victims of aging,” he said.
Do you know the amphitheater at Willoughby Hills’ Veterans Memorial Park will forever bear the name of our classmate, Lawrence (Larry) O’Donnell? That was the city’s way of acknowledging his many years of dedication as a former councilman and member and chair of the Veterans Memorial Commission. Larry’s military career began in 1950 during the Korean War. He was 20 years old when he and 14 of his buddies from Norwalk, Ohio, decided to enlist in the Air Force. As an airman, Larry didn’t see combat as a radio operator but spent 30 months in Japan to support the fighting forces. He enjoyed being in Japan, especially Tokyo and Nagasaki, which was devastated by the atomic bomb. “All that remained of a cathedral in Nagasaki were the sides and an archway,” he said. “A church was built next to it, and the cathedral was rebuilt later.” In 1951, while on leave from Georgia, he and two other friends dated and married three sisters. His blind date that day, Rose, became his wife. They’ve lived in Willoughby Hills, Ohio, for 54 years, where they raised a son, who lives in Alabama, and two daughters, who live in Euclid, Ohio. They have seven grandchildren. In 1954, Larry entered the class of ’58 at JCU, graduating with a B.S. in mathematics. He taught one year at St. Joseph High School, but most of his career was in electronics manufacturing at various locations. He retired in 1992, but not from his many community activities. During the 1970s, he served on city council and was a member of the recreation commission. He became involved with the Veterans Memorial Commission in the 1990s. In 1997, they dedicated the Veterans Memorial. Larry commemorated the event by writing a book, one of two that he penned. The other is a 50-year history of the Lions Club, of which he is a member. In 2012, Willoughby Hills dedicated a new city park adjacent to the Veterans Memorial. One of Larry’s duties is to plan the Memorial Day and Veterans Day programs. “The men and women who’ve served and the many who died should be recognized and appreciated,” he said. He keeps an eye on the condition of the Memorial Park, including the sound system. Rose O’Donnell serves as photographer. Congratulations, Larry and Rose! We’re proud of your service and the manner in which you’ve shown what a JCU class of ’58 citizen is all about.
On a personal note, Nancy and I celebrated our 55th wedding anniversary July 4. Now I’m going to listen to John Dehner in “Justice of the Peace” on Frontier Gentleman, July 13, 1958.
Write, and please answer my emails!
John E. Clifford
Winter ﬁnally moved away from San Antonio. I burned a lot of wood in the ﬁreplace and wore out my gloves and scarf. The high was in the 20s several times. I spent spring break down at the coast on the beach.
As if I needed any more reminders about getting old, Rick Graff reminded me it was 63 years ago that a bunch of 13- and 14-year-old boys from Northeast Cleveland, Euclid, and Lake County arrived at 185th St. and Lakeshore Blvd. to begin the adventure of high school, although, not in the school building which was nowhere near ready, but in a few rooms of the Diocesan Retreat Center next door. We have many years and memories behind us. That’s right, Rick. But, I wasn’t among those in 1950 at the beginning of St. Joseph High School. I went to Cathedral Latin my freshman year (’49). I had to take three buses – Euclid to 185th St. and Lakeshore Blvd., Cleveland to 105th St. and Lakeshore Blvd., and then the 105th St. trackless trolley to Euclid Ave. Then I walked to 107th St. carrying my books and trombone. There was no St. Joe’s yet, only on the drawing board. Then in October of my sophomore year, I contracted polio and was out of school for a year, which made it possible for me to start at St. Joe’s as a sophomore in September 1951. But I digress.
The big news is from the ole scientist, John McNicholas ’59G. His whole family is on the East Coast. Yup, Bette and John moved to Myersville, Md., during the summer. You might recall I reported John was having difficulty selling his house in Arizona a few years back. He’s now with the family and teaching at University of Phoenix School of Business and Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. “My courses are all quantitative ones, such as algebra with trigonometry, calculus, and statistics, but with a research angle added. It keeps me busy and off the streets.” (I recall passing trig at JCU my last semester senior year with a C-, which was a gift I’m sure.) John and Bette have three children: J.V., Michael, and Marnie.
That’s it. I must listen to Duffy’s Tavern with guest “Slapsie” Maxie Rosenbloom as broadcast on Feb. 23, 1951.
Please write! Peace.
John E. Clifford
There’s not much news to report. I sent out 18 email requests for information but only received three replies. One was from Gerald Porter. You remember him, a big lineman for the Blue Streaks, No. 50, captain, all PAC tackle, kicked several important extra points? Anyway, he fell down and broke his wrist. I kid you not. His doctor says he’s an orthopedic wasteland with a football knee, replaced hips, separated shoulder and a broken wrist. In early November, Gerry moved his law practice from the suburbs to downtown where he’s of counsel with a new firm. I figure he did that to be closer to hospital emergency rooms.
Now, Pat Mingarelle, on the other hand, is still quite active. He and Carol visit a wellness center at least four times a week. “We have a state-of-the-art wellness center here in Erie, which is part of LECOM (Lake Erie College of Osteopathic Medicine), the largest osteopathic medical school in the country with satellite branches in Florida and the Pittsburgh area,” Pat says. Pat still teaches courses about labor and employment relations and conflict resolution at the Penn State University Behrend campus in Erie. He’s putting off a knee replacement because he doesn’t want to join Porter on the road to ruin.
Finally, I heard from Jim Oakar. I don’t know about his knees and hips and wrist, but I know he’s impressed with our Jesuit pope’s sense of humor.
As for me, I have completed a series of six BCG cancer treatments – a form of immunotherapy. I visit my doctor soon to see what comes next. Right now, I need to listen to “The Uninvited” with Ray Milland on the Screen Director’s Playhouse that was originally aired on Nov. 18, 1949. Write and answer my emails, please. Thanks.
John E. Clifford
I thank Bob Maynard for his work in getting our class reunion picture, our 55th since 1958, in this issue and for his due diligence identifying all the smiling faces. Jim Oakar and Tim Abraham ’62G also helped identify our classmates. The good Lord willing, many of us can make the 60th in 2018. I’ll be 82. How about you?
Because I wasn’t present this summer, I’m relying on a note from Tim who, along with his sister, Rosemary Pilon, and his niece, Kathy Pilon, enjoyed the weekend: “The weather seemed to cooperate, and the campus seemed in sparkling shape. What’s more, the students in their golf carts were most accommodating to us as we tried to navigate the various events on different parts of campus, including the new Dolan Science Center, which, if you haven’t been on the campus this century you’ll find there’s no large front lawn, probably a relic of a pasture back in the early part of the last century!” Tim reported that Bob Nix and the previously mentioned Bob Maynard were two key leaders of our class who helped guide folks to various events and helped bring everyone together at the class dinner Saturday evening. “I especially found Bob’s suggestion about the commemoration of Vatican II to be an informative and insightful session given by theology professor Ed Hahnenberg, Ph.D.,” Tim said. “While the reunion seemed to be enjoyable, we had a moment of reflection and commemoration of the loss of many of our fellow classmates.” I include the names of those who’ve left us since our 50th reunion: John Bachhuber, John Bauer, Steve Birskovich, Dick Conklin, Frederick Dannies, John Dockery, Pat Doherty, Joe Grady, Daniel Grapentien, William Henkel, Donald Huck, Stephen Jambor, Herbert Johnson, James Kenealy, Thomas Kinsella, Raymond Kling, Paul Kubinski, Paul Mauerer, Ernie Mazzaferri, Charles McGeady, Mike Mirtich, Joseph Novak, John O’Connor, Edward Prendergast, Larry Salvatore, Frank Schmitz, Robert Seiler, James Stevenson, Dorothy Witting, E.J. Zilionis, and John Zuscik. They’re with God, and we thank Him for their presence with us at JCU those glorious years back in the ’50s and for the 50 years thereafter.
There’s good news from Colorado resident Bob Koneval about his experience living through the state’s worst fire. He and Jacqueline live in the Black Forest. “This is the worst fire in Colorado history,” Bob wrote. “Two deaths, 503 homes destroyed, 18 more damaged. Our home is undamaged so far as we can tell now, but the biggest part of our five acres is a blackened nightmare of scorched earth and trees. We were told to evacuate about 5 p.m. June 11, as we were loading the cars and truck. It was a short notice, even to one experienced with such events. We got most of the important papers and all that but not much by way of personal things like clothes. Our property is located in one of the most intense firefighting areas. Greg and Amy came up to help load and drive one of the cars to Amy’s home in Denver, where we spent what remained of that night. This was more of a ground fire than a treetop event. There were hundreds of fires throughout the 15,000 acres that were burned. Our fine Sheriff was in overall charge of the roughly 45 independent agencies committed to the fire. On June 12, we relocated from Amy’s place to the Embassy Suites in Colorado Springs just to be closer to the situation. Wednesday eve I was escorted to the cabin to pick up some meds I’d forgotten in our hasty departure. At that early stage, the cabin looked good, except for the huge line of fire raging between the house and the creek. So, I stayed for a while until I’d put enough white on red to put out the fire and the sparks and smoldering that followed. We were allowed back in the following Tuesday and have spent the time since then unpacking, inspecting the house and property, and arranging for needed repairs. There’s a long way to go to return to normal, if such a condition even exists. There are several big trees that are too damaged that will have to come down and many others that must be cut out and taken to the mulch site. We have nothing but praise for the professionalism of all the people involved in this, including the folks at Dillard’s who gave us 25-percent discount on the replacement clothes we needed.”
A brief personal note: I had two surgeries this summer, and the diagnosis is bladder cancer. I’d appreciate any prayers you could send to our heavenly Father on my behalf as I go through BCG treatment for the cancer. Thanks much.
Now I listen to The Lone Ranger on this day in 1941, “Election Day at Placer Corners.”
Write and answer my emails. Peace.
John E. Clifford
John E. Clifford
I’m told this is year 55 because we graduated in June of 1958. My math class with Dr. Walter didn’t calculate that high, so I’m taking someone’s word for it. However, I’m skeptical. If it’s true, I hope many of you will return to campus. Reunion is June 14-16. Additional information is at jcu.edu/reunion. The reunion committee consists of Tim Abraham, John Briatta, Larry Dietz, Bill Weaver, and others to be mentioned later.
I write this during spring break down at the coast (Corpus, that is). My youngest daughter, her husband, and my grandson, Shane, have given us this treat. The climate is nice – it’s 75 to 80 degrees during the day compared to 36 in Cleveland. Yes, I remember those days there – November 1935 to September 1958.
Another member of the reunion committee is Rick Graff. Last September, Rick and his wife, Carol, took another great tour – a cruise from Copenhagen through the longest fjord in Norway, then three places in Ireland, finishing with three days in London. Rick and Carol will celebrate 55 years of marriage in September. Now, there’s a 55 I can accept.
Another member of the reunion committee, Bob Nix, attended a cocktail party of Carroll alums in Naples, Fla. Tom Krukemeyer and his wife, Diane, were there along with Dianne Goold, widow of classmate Bob Goold. Did you know all the Goold children went to Carroll? They did. Dianne will be at reunion (June 14 – 16).
Jerry Kavanaugh, coming in from Pennsylvania, will be attending the reunion, too. Bob Nix reminded me: “In addition to being a top political science and Spanish student, Jerry was an expert in picking horse race winners.”
Bob also heard that “after a distinguished career as an Army lawyer and retirement in New York City, Joe Garn lives in his home town of Perrysburg, Ohio. After many years apart, Joe is married to his high school sweetheart, Judith. Sounds like a real love story.”
Speaking of being a distinguished lawyer, another member of the reunion committee is Robert Maynard. Bob and Aggie were on a two-week vacation through Italy in April last year. Two months after they returned, Bob retired from 50 years of practicing law. Two months later, he received two awards. He’ll be at the reunion to tell y’all what they were. As if that’s not enough, Bob was selected as one of five recipients of the 2013 Alumni Medal. He received the award at the alumni awards dinner May 17. Congratulations, Bob!
Sadly, the following classmates are no longer with us: Frederick J. Dannies, who died July 25, 2012; Daniel Duncan Grapentien, who died Aug. 24, 2012; William J. Henkel, who died July 25, 2012; and Robert B. Seiler, who died Aug. 2, 2012. R.I.P. my friends.
I have to listen to Assassination in the Dark on Mr. District Attorney, March 13, 1953. Please write, and answer emails. Don’t forget, 55 is happening. Peace.
John E. Clifford
This past year was the first year I didn’t buy my tickets to the Alamo Bowl because I attended my granddaughter’s wedding Dec. 29. I didn’t expect the Longhorns to win, so I preferred not being there.
I’d rather be with Frank McCluer at one of his vacation homes. He has one on the Delaware shore and one in Vail, Colo. Frank has joined the surgery survivors. He had his in November 2011 for cancer of the tongue and is in speech and swallowing therapy. “Despite of the medical issues, I expect to ski this winter,” Frank says. He hopes to contact Bob Nix for a skiing partner. Speaking of Bob, he has been in contact with Bob Goold’s widow, Dianne. She wrote me several weeks ago to see if I could put her in touch with Bob. She expects to be at the reunion this coming summer. It will be our 55th. Wow! Whoever thought about that in 1958? Not me. Now that I’m retired, I have time to think about such things.
Speaking of retired, John Stavole decided to hang up the sneakers. After being inducted into three halls of fame – JCU, St. Ignatius, and Parma City – he figured he’d give other coaches a chance. John finished his career as a coach at JCU the past eight years. So it ended where it all began. “Basketball has been a big part of my life,” John says.
Finally, I leave with sad news. Michael J. Mirtich passed away in October. Mike was a science major, which he put to good use as a NASA physicist in Cleveland for 35 years. Frank McCluer saw Mike the day before he died while passing through Cleveland on his way to Vail. When he arrived in Vail, he called Mike to thank him for the visit and found out he died the day after Frank left. We never know. Our love to you, Mike.
The $5-million Gold Heist is on Superman. I have to go. Please write, and answer emails. Peace.
John E. Clifford
We had rain Sept. 17, the first time since July 11. Speaking of July 11, I had surgery for two hernias that day. A couple hours later I came out of anesthesia and was informed there were eight hernias (and counting). Can anyone top that? If not, I hold the record for the most hernia repairs in one surgical procedure at age 76 in the class of 1958. They were spread out from top to bottom, right to left. Speaking of being spread out, John Carroll tells me all of his children are spread out – none live in Lima, Ohio. So the Carrolls probably will be selling their home in Lima to become full- time Floridians. That way they can avoid cold Ohio, embrace warm Fort Myers, and spend summers visiting family. Sounds like an award-winning plan to me, John.
Speaking of awards, this year’s Greater Cleveland Basketball Coaches Association (GCBCA) boys’ game dedication was awarded to coach John Stavole, a member of the JCU Hall of Fame. The Parma Athletic Federation also recognized John for his many accomplishments and years of service to many a young student athlete within the neighboring communities. John was the varsity boys’ basketball coach at Valley Forge High School taking his teams to five regional appearances that included an elite eight finish in 1997 and a final four finish in 1988. His Patriot teams won three Lake Erie League championships that led him to earn the Cuyahoga County and GCBCA Coach of the Year Award in 1992. John is proud of the fact that two of his former players, Pat Teresi and Dean Rahas, are coaches at Padua Franciscan High School and Revere High School, respectively. John is in his ninth season as assistant coach at JCU.
Finally, Carol and Pat Mingarelle get together with Larry Dietz once in a while when he visits in Cleveland. Pat says, “Carol and I and Larry and his date, Patty Westrup, met in Cleveland in July and saw Arnie Lanza ’57 perform at Nighttown, a popular jazz club in Cleveland Heights. Arnie, an accomplished jazz pianist, now lives in Chicago and does his share of road tours.” Pat, a fellow OTR fan, still teaches labor employment relations and conflict management at PSU, Erie Behrend campus.
Have to go. Time for “Thoroughbreds” on Gunsmoke today in 1955. Please write.
John E. Clifford
Not only was it a mild winter in San Antonio, the mildness sort of faded out then back into spring. Some of my spring flowers were available in my backyard during the so-called end of winter. It rained a bit in May – not enough to break the South Texas drought but enough to stop baseball games and keep me out of the garden. Speaking of getting out of the garden, Chuck Jacobson and Margie should be ensconced in the Madonna Towers up in Minnesota by now. They selected that location because if he decides to grow older, they have assisted living. Decides? Hmmmm. Oh well. I can’t see someone assisting Chuck and Margie with living. They’ve done well for more than 50 years and should continue to do so. He’s on the eighth floor in case anyone wants to visit.
Speaking of 50 years, I heard Stan Glod was seen attending his 50th reunion from Georgetown Law. Bob Nix and his old roommate, Earl Rieger also were seen. Bob decided to forgo the skiing in the Aspen winters for a condo in Naples, Fla. He attended a JCU party during the winter in Naples. It was attended by Joe O’Grady and his wife, Jane. Joe and Bob were students at St. Ignatius Prep in Chicago. Even though Gerry Porter didn’t return my email, I can report he sold his home in Shaker Heights, Ohio, is winding down his law practice, and living temporarily in Sandusky, Ohio.
Speaking of where folks are living, I understand Frank McCluer, our old science major, has a home on the Delaware shore and a vacation place in Vail, Colo.
Speaking of living, Bob Koneval and Jacqueline “feel we have only just begun to live, as in you’re never too old to live happily ever after.” He didn’t say ever after what. He insists he lives in the Black Forest, but the picture of his rustic, Thoreau-like environment he sent me sure looked pretty green to me. And I’m not even sure he speaks German – the Black Forest is in Germany, isn’t it?
Must go now – it’s time for “Gunsmoke.” Tonight in 1952: Jaliscoe. Please write and return emails.
John E. Clifford
It was a mild winter here in San Antonio. When it’s cold, I stay inside and work on my Old Time Radio collection. I have 8,349 shows catalogued.
In frigid Minnesota, Chuck Jacobson achieved 74 years and 3 months Feb. 4. He and Margee have been Minnesotans for 40 years. They have seven children, ranging in age from 37 to 50; seven in-laws; 21 grandchildren (still counting); and two greatgrandchildren. “Margee and I are called often to take part in creating films for the Mayo Clinic,” Chuck says. Chuck still acts in community theatre – “Dearly Departed” is his latest success. He’s looking forward to May 2014, when the Jacobsons intend to move from their home of the past 20 years to a place that has living areas associated with assisted living.
Speaking of moving, Neil Hogan hasn’t moved. He and Janet are still in Allentown, Pa. Neil retired from teaching at East Stroudsburg University in January 2010. That doesn’t mean he’s inactive – far from it. “I’m busy traveling, reading, doing WWII veterans’ oral histories, and working out.” He and Janet have two children – a daughter in New York City and a son in New Jersey. They’re the proud grandparents of Avi (11), Lev (7), and Malachi (2).
Jim Seeberg drove from Chicago to John Reali’s retreat in Chautauqua, N.Y. I’ll let him tell you about the trip: “I stopped along the way to visit the ever-changing JCU campus. Further east, I stopped at St. Bonaventure University, then Marist College, Vassar College, and George Washington University. My final two destinations took me to West Point for a personal tour and the Northwestern-Army football game. Finally, I visited my oldest son and oldest grandchildren (18 and 16) in Warwick, N.Y.” Mexico was an exciting diversion this past year with all 20 Seeberg family members spending Christmas week on the Yucatan Peninsula near the Tulum Ruins.
Have to go – it’s time for “The Life of Riley.” Tonight in 1951: “Riley’s Dancing Lessons.” Please write.
John E. Clifford
We broke the string of 100-plus temperatures in San Antonio but still needed rain. We needed a foot and a half to catch up to where we should have been this past fall.
Carol and Pat Mingarelle, Jim Seeberg, and Phil Grushetsky spent the weekend of Sept. 9-10 at the summer home of Marie and John Reali in Lake Chautauqua, N.Y. I’m told they had a great visit recalling treasured memories of Carroll in the ’50s. Although Pat is retired as a mediator of the Federal Mediation and Conciliation Service, he still teaches courses about labor employment relations and conflict management at the Penn State Erie (Pa.), The Behrend College.
I usually teach a speech communication course at one of the local colleges in San Antonio; however, the Texas budget was balanced by deleting some money for education, so there’s no money in the budget for that evening course. (Actually, it was our governor who had the legislature cut the money, but I don’t want to be accused of inserting myself into the Republican primary race.)
I heard from John Briatta, who said he has no news yet, except that he’s better looking than Pat Mingarelle. I’m not going there.
I have to go because it’s time for “The Case of the St. Louis Jewel Robbery” on Gangbusters, which originally aired Oct. 3, 1943.
Please write or phone. Peace.
John E. Clifford
I was incapacitated March through May with a nerve problem that caused great pain in my left hip and leg, so I stayed on the couch listening to OTR and reading for about three months. I was able to get to Annapolis, Md., to see my granddaughter graduate from the U.S. Naval Academy. There were times I had to sit down on the curb because I couldn’t walk or stand. But I was there! After four doctors, I finally was given a medicine that reduced the pain to almost zero. The doctors say the ultimate solution, as a last resort, is back surgery.
I’m pleased to report Gene McGinty agrees with that treatment. He had a similar problem and had the surgery in 2003. He recommends avoiding back surgery as long as you can tolerate minimal pain. Gene retired in 1998 as region manager after 38 years with Citgo Petroleum. “Because I traveled most of those years, being home all the time initially put a crimp in Helen’s routine,” he says. “Occasionally, she would ask if there wasn’t somewhere I needed to go?” After 53 years of marriage and moving nine times, Gene and Helen now live in Tulsa, Okla., and have been blessed with three daughters and six grandchildren, ranging in age from 16 to 25 years. Gene stays active by playing golf and volunteering with Habitat for Humanity. “At the end of the day, we can relax and say life is good,” he says.
Gene talked with Bill Hinds this past spring after tornadoes hit the St. Louis area. Fortunately, he and his wife, Donna, weren’t affected. Bill lives in Chesterfield, Mo. where I used to hang out with my in-laws.
Bob Nix also agrees with my treatment. He has the same problem, but he’s not ready for surgery either. His medicine is working out and hiking in the mountains. Bob lives in Colorado, but went down to Naples, Fla., last winter. He reported on a great JCU alumni party in March he attended with Gerry Porter. “Each year, I look forward to a summer visit with Gerry and his wife, Miriam, here in Aspen. We return to discussing Thomistic philosophy and the meaning of life.” Gerry still is practicing law in Cleveland but sold his home in Shaker Heights and is living in Port Clinton.
Bob had a chance to visit with Ted Meyer‘s widow, Marylou, who has a place in Sanibel Island, Fla. We reminisced about great times with Ted and Pat Doherty and his wife, Eileen. We were saddened by the death of Jim Seeberg‘s wonderful wife, Marge. Jim is returning to being upbeat, if ever that can be done after we lose a wife. Jim’s great disposition and intellectual thoughtfulness has been an inspiration to many others and me throughout the years. You may remember his nickname at Carroll was Beam. Bob looks forward to seeing Earl Rieger and Stan Glod at the 50th Georgetown Law School reunion in October.
Speaking of Georgetown Law School graduates, Bob Maynard shared good news about his wife, Aggie (’90G). She was diagnosed with breast cancer in late summer 2010, but after a yearlong treatment regimen, she has had a positive outcome. Bob and Aggie are extremely grateful for the overwhelming prayer support they’ve received from hundreds of friends, including the JCU community, and ask for continued prayers for Aggie for the years ahead. Bob still is working as an attorney and enjoying his grandchildren.
Jack McNicholas is still in Gilbert, Ariz. He had been planning to move back east where the rest of the family has stayed, but he’s in a market-crash problem: They have a great place to live but no mechanism to sell and retrieve the cash they paid for the home. His daughter, Marnie, and her daughter are in Frederick, Md. Jack was working as a full-time staff member at the Apollo Group in Academic Affairs for the past few years. He was coaching faculty members about how best to facilitate online classes and follow their contract agreements for the University of Phoenix. He still teaches online as a contract person for the university on a one-class contract, teaching math and statistics for the school of business. He says it’s a fun way to help others and give back to those who need help with those two difficult subjects. The McNicholas family has had a cool summer, with only one day above 110 degrees. I guess that’s cool for Arizona.
I heard from Bill Moran. Bill, as you recall, was a social studies major. After JCU, he became a teacher then Catholic schools administrator in Detroit, Flint and Ann Arbor, Mich. Along the way, he earned a master’s degree and did doctoral course work at the University of Michigan. Upon retirement, he spent nine years supervising student teachers for the U of M. Bill is married to Joslen Letscher, who received her doctorate from the University of Michigan and teaches at the University of Detroit Mercy.
Frank McCluer signed in with some interesting news about his life. Frank spent much of his career with NASA working on various projects, including supporting the space shuttle for the past 17 years. He was sad to see the program end. He and his wife, Nancy, were married in 1967 and raised two children living in Upper Marlboro, Md. During his career, he took up skiing and introduced both children to the sport. “My son took to it more than my daughter, but neither of them have skied for several years,” Frank says. “She lives in West Virgina, and he’s in Maryland.” Sadly, Nancy passed away suddenly and unexpectedly in 1996. Frank still was employed by NASA at the time; both children had left home by then. Frank retired in 1997, packed up his gear, and went to Vail, Colo., and skied the entire winter. He met many active retirees and, within a year, purchased a condo where he’s spent the winters. “I met a wonderful woman who was in a similar situation, and we have been together for more than a decade now,” Frank says. “We ski, snowshoe, and hike together, and spend much of the summer biking and walking the beach in Dewey Beach, Del. Elaine has six grandchildren, and I have four.” Frank had a touch of cancer last year but was pronounced cancer free July 22. He turned 75 July 30. Frank works a volunteer job one day a week on Vail mountain helping skiers. He’ll be back on the job this winter.
I received an email from George Pfeiffer. The subject was the greatness of our class. George is a graduate of the ’61 class. He started at JCU in ’54 and knew many members of the ’58 class. He left in the fall of ’57 to go to the seminary but dropped out after three years, subsequently graduating in ’61. “In reading the summer 2011 issue and seeing the names of old high school/college buddies such as Jim Oakar and Earl Rieger, I became nostalgic,” George says. “We had great memorable times.” George and his wife live in Florida, where most of their children and 14 grandchildren live. His career was in the human service field – first with Big Brothers/Big Sisters and then with United Way, both of which he thoroughly enjoyed. He’d like to get back in touch with y’all. His address is email@example.com.
Got to go – time for The Screen Guild Theatre. Tonight in 1943 on June 26, it’s “Once Upon A Honeymoon” with Mickey Rooney and Frank Morgan. Please write. Peace.
John E. Clifford
When you read this, you’ll know if the NBA western division San Antonio Spurs became NBA champs. If they didn’t, don’t tell me. I won’t want to know. It’s probably warmer here than in Broadview Heights, Ohio, where Jim Oakar still is practicing law. Five of Jim’s six children live in the Cleveland area. The lone holdout is into music for TV in NYC and works for a nonprofit company. Jim is in contact with a few of our Cleveland-area classmates – Pat Malloy, Jim O’Meara, and Mike Zuccaro. He even sent me valid email addresses for folks named Rieger and McGinty. I’ll have to look them up. See the results of my attempt to contact those folks in the fall issue.
I heard news from Bill Anderson. He had a difficult year because his wife, Marilyn, passed away from a blood disease. Marilyn and Bill were married for 50 years. Bill is still in Florida but will be returning to Michigan soon. He’s enjoying retirement. Bill was the chair of our senior prom committee and active in science.
Occasionally, I hear from Mike Campo. Mike was a year behind us, but because he registered late, he was put in Pacelli Hall rather than in the freshman dorm, Dolan. He came to know many ’58 members, such as Joe Fleishaker, Dick Cenar, and Joe Grady. Mike was stage manager for a number of LTS shows where he came to know many of us ’58 LTS members. He also was a singer in Campus Capers with Jack Hanrahan and his wife. Mike came from the same Italian neighborhood and high school as some ’58 classmates, such as John Briatta, Mike DiGivonni, and Sol Lato. Mike served in the army during the Berlin Wall and the Cuban Missile Crisis. He sustained hearing damage from a faulty grenade, was discharged from Walter Reed, and, after starting several successful businesses (and some not so successful), he retired. He, along with his wife of 40 years, spend six months in Wheaton, Ill., and six months at their home in Naples, Fla. They have two children and four grandchildren. “I’d love to hear from people from the class of ’58,” Mike says. His email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.
No one else replied to my emails, so I close. Have a good summer. Earle Graser, the first radio Lone Ranger, died April 8, 1941, and Brace Beemer gave his first performance April 8, 1941. He’ll play the part forever. I need to listen now.
Please write. Peace.
John E. Clifford
Although this column is for the spring issue, the temperature outside was 47 degrees Jan. 13 in San Antonio, home of the league-leading Spurs (33-6 at the time). I’ve only seen two games this year, although if the Dow Jones goes up 500 points, I may be able to afford to attend several more.
Speaking of basketball, John Stavole is in his seventh year as the assistant men’s basketball coach at JCU, having retired from Valley Forge High School in Parma Heights, Ohio, where he was the head basketball coach for 21 years. He also retired from teaching as a vocational coordinator. The Blue Streaks have won back-to-back conference championships. John had to endure the unfortunate death of one of the Blue Streaks players, Matt Crozier, Jan. 6. Please remember that fine young man in your prayers.
Another of our classmates, Bob Straub ’59, who was a basketball Blue Streak, works in the athletic office with John as the operational coach for the basketball team.
Speaking of working, John reports Jim Oakar still is working in his law practice. Not many of us retire, I guess.
Speaking of law, lawyer Gerald Porter and wife Miriam sold their house in Shaker Heights in the shadow of JCU’s tower and moved “lock stock and barrel” to a condominium in Sandusky, adjacent to Cedar Point and Lake Erie. They’re empty nesters – oldest daughter, Mimi, is a lawyer in Sacramento, Calif., with four children; Christy has two boys and is a Ph.D. in neuroscience teaching at William and Mary College in Williamsburg, Va.; and the youngest, Gerry, is a rock drummer in Los Angeles following his dream. Gerald and Miriam are fortunate to be able to visit all of them, even though he still practices law and Miriam still teaches at Cuyahoga Community College.
Pat Mingarelle, who remembers my sister, Donna, (why, I don’t know) went with his wife, Carol, and John Reali and his wife, Marie, for a weekend in Chicago and had a great get-together with the John Briattas, the Jack Smiths, Marilu Meyer (Ted Meyer), Jim Seeberg, Carol Cenar (Dick Cenar), and Joe Fleischaker. Wish I were there.
Time for “The Todd Matter” on Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar, Jan. 13, 1956, CBS Radio. Please write.
John E. Clifford
Ed Garvin claims to be alive and well, living in Toledo. As of Sept. 30, the day I wrote this, he claims to have played 133 rounds of golf so far in 2010, and he hasn’t been jailed or excommunicated. I did some quick math, and using the subtraction by zero operation, I calculate that’s 133 rounds more than I’ve played this year, decade, and century.
Y’all remember Ann Butler? She worked in Fr. Murphy’s office for a few years. She married Don Emmerich, you know. So, finally, Don took her to visit her grandfather’s hometown. He figured he might as well because they were spending three weeks in France, Ireland, Wales, England, and Germany with the family. Her grandfather’s hometown is in County Clare.
Speaking of grandfathers, after completing a career in trial practice shortly after the turn of the century, grandfather Bob Maynard took on a new role of corporate lawyer and, in January 2011, will celebrate his 10th anniversary as general counsel of the Sisters of Charity Health System, which includes five hospitals, three foundations, and a handful of newly developing ministries in Canton, Ohio; Cleveland, and South Carolina. Bob reminded me of “Detective Story,” the play we were in our senior year. It brings back great memories. Mrs. Bob Maynard, better known as Aggie, has the distinction of being the first awardee of a graduate degree, M.A. in Early Childhood Education, from JCU. So, she’s a member of the class of ’90. (Awardee? Sounds like a Johnny Carson word.)
Anyway, Garvin, Emmerich, and Maynard will be receiving their 1948 and 1954 Cleveland Indians World Series broadcasts soon from my OTR collection. I’m off to listen to the Sept. 30, 1942, “Lum and Abner” (Writing a Love Letter for Professor Sloan), then over to CBS radio for suspense’s “One Hundred in the Dark”.
John E. Clifford
We were scheduled to go on our annual vacation to Padre Island in August. That was the time the BP oil spill was scheduled to reach the Texas Coast. If that’s the case, I’d have taken along mineral spirits instead of suntan lotion.
I’ve been unable to remain in contact with any of y’all from the great Class of 1958. When, and if, you have any information for this column, I’ll use all the news that’s fit to print. Send information to the above e-mail address. Until then, peace.
John E. Clifford
A beautiful spring day in San Antonio, TX, April 21. I mentioned in the last issue that Larry Dietz was out of the country and that I would report on his whereabouts in the next issue. Well, this is the next issue, so I can report that he was on a Caribbean cruise to Costa Rica, Panama, as well as Belize. “I have previously been to Costa Rica as well as thru the locks at Panama,” he reported, “but this trip was put together by Tony Musca ’55 and it was comprised of many friends. Good time, but personally, think I will stick to Med cruises which offer so much more in the way of side trips, cities, e.g. Venice, Istanbul, Ephesus, Capri, Rome, etc.”
My wife, Nancy, and I visited Portugal — Lisbon and Fatima — during spring break as our 50th wedding anniversary present to each other. It was a fabulous, very spiritual trip — one of those life-changing experiences.
Don Santos contacted me last month. He recalled that he was in ROTC with Bill Doran, and went through Transportation Officer Basic with him at Ft. Eustis in 1959. I sent him the pictures I have of Bill in Vietnam. After graduation, Don served a U.S. Army tour of duty at Ft. Eustis, VA, received an MBA from Case Western University in 1966, and then worked at Eaton Corporation for 28 years in information technologies until retirement 14 years ago. He currently works part time as a computer instructor at Cuyahoga Community College. Don and Marsha (married 39 years) have three children and live in Mentor, OH, but spend a cold winter month each year in warm Naples, FL.
I heard from Robert (Bob) Seiler, who considers himself a member of ’58 since that is the class he spent most of his time with at Carroll. Bob was a “day” student from the West Side. He explains that he “carried lots of credits, worked 34-40 hours a week, and drove 45 minutes each way since I lived with my parents at the time. About the only extra activity I had time for was ROTC.” He switched majors “to math in spring ’58, went to night school for the next three years, and finished in January ’60. Went on active duty in March ’60. Spent eight plus years on active duty, became a civilian for DOD, and retired in 1995.” Bob also wanted the photos of Bill Doran as he was in the same Vietnam locations as Bill during those years.
Time for The Whistler, April 21, 1951, “Silent City.” For the extended version of this column visit: www.jcu.edu/alumni/johncarrollmagazine/class_notes_1958.htm — Peace, JEC
Today is January 24. Just over two weeks ago, I woke up and looked at the thermometer on my window. It said 17.1. That was the coldest I have seen it since we moved to Texas 35 years ago. I lost my favorite apple tree and many other tropical plants. I attribute all that to global warming.
Speaking of global, Rick Graff and Carol spent three weeks in the Southern Hemisphere – Australia, Tasmania, New Zealand, etc. They flew to Sydney, and then took a ship for several weeks to all those places to see scenery “almost beyond description, from the coast with its little towns and small cities, to the splendor of the Southern Alps. A great time enjoyed.” In addition, here is a bit of information for the category “I’ll Bet You Didn’t Know.” Christchurch, New Zealand, is the jump off point for U. S. explorations to Antarctica. Rick reports, “At the Antarctica Center there I noted a reference to Birkenhauer Island in Antarctica. Yes, the island was named for Father Birkenhauer.”
Speaking of travel, Larry Dietz is now out of the country. He should return in a week and I will report on his travel next issue.
Speaking of travel, my wife and I will be visiting Fatima in March as part of our 50th wedding anniversary joint present. Speaking of 50th wedding, Chuck Jacobson and Margee celebrated their 50th in 2009, along with the weddings of their first and third grandchildren. “We now have two grandchildren-in-law along with our 21 grandchildren.” Speaking of global warming, Chuck reports from Minnesota, “This winter is the coldest we’ve had in many years. It snowed heavily the week before Christmas and it’s still on the ground. I thank my one son who lives in town for having a snow blower that he’s willing to use on my sidewalk and driveway.”
I had several nice e-mails from Don Fitzgerald ’57 Ohio University. Don was searching the Internet for information about some former U.S. Army Vietnam comrades with whom he served. He searched for Col. William K. Doran, and came across the JCU Class of 1958 web page where he found mention of our classmate Bill Doran. Bill, you will recall, died two years ago. He searched the Internet and found my class notes article that mentioned Col. William K. Doran. I am including some of Don’s e-mail: “Since you and Bill were class of 1958 and I was from the Ohio University class of 1957, I was sure it was the same Bill. Of course, I was saddened to read your notes and find that Bill had passed away last year. While we were not close friends and never met again after our tour in Vietnam, we did get to share about four months together on Advisory Team #8 in Qui Nhon, South Vietnam. We were both majors at the time and Bill served as the Senior Transportation Advisor to the Vietnamese Army 2nd Area Logistics Command, while I served as the Senior Ordnance Advisor. The Vietnamese unit we advised provided all the logistics support to the Vietnamese Army in the Northern half of the II Corps zone from the coast to the Western border in the Central Highlands. This included places like Pleiku, Kontum, Dak To, Tuy Hoa, and Phu Cat. I recall Bill as a fine officer who always had a joke to tell or a keen observation (usually at the expense of the recipient). Our advisory team consisted of about 24 or so officers and senior NCOs and we all lived in the same building, ate in the same Field Ration Mess, and spent our off-duty hours at a nice beach house on Qui Nhon harbor. Since we worked, lived, and played together, it proved to be a good assignment. Being logistics advisors, we got to visit all the Vietnamese units in our zone, but never really faced much danger. I have to admit that I was never aware that Bill was from the Cleveland area. As it happens, I graduated from Garfield Heights High School and remember passing through your old neighborhood on many an occasion. I’m glad that Bill had a close family and that they got to bid him farewell before his passing. Since it appears that you’ve had some contact with him, I attached a few photos of Bill from our short time together. I would appreciate it if you would pass them to the family if you think it appropriate. Regards.” We can’t attach pictures to this Internet column, so if any of you want to see them, please e-mail – JohnEClifford@prodigy.net and I will send them to you as e-mail attachments.
Finally, as many of you know if you read this column, I am a collector of Old Time Radio programs, I have over 7,000. Included in my collection are some sports broadcasts. I have the network broadcasts of games one thru six of the 1948 World Series (Indians vs. Boston); games one thru four of the 1954 World Series (Giants vs. Indians), and the broadcast of the 1948 All Star Game in which, of course, there were several Indians – Boudreau, Gordon, Keltner, Lemon. (Feller was selected but was injured.) I would be willing to mail MP3 copies of these on a CD to any ’58 classmate who sends me some information for this column. (It’s called a bribe.) So send me some material, and you will win the prize.
Got to go listen to Broadway Is My Beat, The Joey Condon Murder Case, Jan. 24, 1957.
I sit here on the weekend of Oct. 10, 2009, after going through the driest 18 months on record in San Antonio, not to mention the hottest summer on record. Oops, I mentioned it – 59 days of 100+ temps.
Did I mention that Richard Christie received a major award? Well, he did. He received the St. Luke’s Award. Because of years of distinguished service and faithful commitment to St. Luke’s Hospital, he was inaugurated into the Society of St. Luke. Congratulations, Dick. A little bird told me that the honor was well deserved, and a long time coming.
Here’s a name from our past – Larry Salvatore. Larry did not stay at John Carroll the entire four years, but we can consider him a member of our class. Larry was a piano player (or pianist), as some of you will recall. He left to go into the music business and studied music for about seven years with an associate of Sy Oliver and Gordon Jenkins. In the ’60s, he spent 18 months touring the world, visiting every free nation as an ambassador for the U.S. State Department. After that, he played numerous venues with his jazz group. At present, Larry lives in Cleveland, owns a real estate business, and continues his music with his group, the Gigolos. I didn’t ask him why that name.
I found Francis D. Kenny living in Alief, TX, with his daughter and son-in-law. Where’s Alief, you ask? In far west Houston, I reply. A widower for the past six years, Francis has had a full life for the past 50 years, having worked for General Telephone, and then 10 years with the FBI. His final job was as a route manager for a newspaper here in Southwest Texas. His four daughters and three sons (one of whom spent 22 years in the air force) have provided Francis with numerous grandchildren and even made him a great-grandfather.
I close with some sad news. We lost John Bauer during the summer. He was living in Florida with his extended family when he had a heart attack on Memorial Day. John was a selfless person, well thought of by members of the community and everyone he touched through his generosity. As a long-time active member of SERTOMA, he volunteered to assist with speech and hearing patients. His beef barbecue to raise money held the Guinness record for the largest in the country. Although John had no children, he was by proxy a grandfather to many. According to his stepson-in-law, John “made a family of everyone he met.” A shining example of a John Carroll graduate!
I write this on April 6, 2009. In six weeks, Stanley J. Glod will accept the highest honor given by the John Carroll Alumni Association – the Alumni Medal. (Because you are reading this after the award ceremony, May 15, he has already received the award.) I’m sure that you remember Stan. He played Fr. Murphic (aka our beloved Fr. Murphy, dean of men) in the Stunt Show our senior year. Even though he did that 50 years ago, he has now been judged to have “distinguished himself in his personal life and career, thereby reflecting credit upon John Carroll’s educational efforts, moral principles, and philosophical tenets.” Well, I guess we can all reform. Congratulations, Stan! You deserve it.
Speaking of accomplishments, Chuck Jacobson will see his granddaughter married on June 27, and her brother (Chuck’s grandson) married on August 1. (My oldest grandson is in the 4th grade.) Sandwiched in between those will be Chuck and Margee’s 50th wedding anniversary on July 11. “Imagine,” writes Chuck, “7/11 and we’ve never had craps. Some downs but a whole lot more ups.”
Speaking of anniversaries, Ann (Butler) and Don Emmerich celebrated their 50th. They live in Naples, FL, but had Mass at St. Ann’s Church in Cleveland Heights, where they were married in 1958. “We had the same priest officiate that married us originally, Father David Baugh, who attended JCU. Our six children and their families attended (13 grandchildren), and we had a reception at the Renaissance Hotel in downtown Cleveland.”
And John E. Clifford (that’s me) and Nancy Clifford (that’s my wife) celebrate their (our) 50th on July 4, Independence Day. Have not been independent since July 3, 1959.
I would love to mention other 50th wedding celebrations if you would let me know about them.
Got to go. It’s time to listen to Powder River Kid on Frontier Gentlemen as broadcast on April 6, 1958, on CBS Radio.
I write this on the 12th of January – 12 days after New Year’s Eve. I have sufficiently recovered. I went to bed at 11:30 p.m. — an hour later than my usual retirement – whoopee! Speaking of retirement, as of midnight on the 31st, I am among the ranks of the used-to-be-employed. I sold my business to some folks in New Jersey, so now I need to find something to do. Let’s see, I need to clean the garage, fix the irrigation system out back, take a nap, get more stones for the paths in the back, play catch with my grandson, take a nap, paint the baseboards, wash the second story windows (yikes!), take a nap, finish my 3-D puzzle, get started on the Clifford Family Movie album, take a nap, catch up on cataloguing my Old Time Radio programs (I have in excess of 10,000 now.), take a nap. Well, maybe next month! February is a short month; good for resolving to get started on projects.
I might use Larry Dietz as my model. He’s been retired since October 1985. He takes no naps, just travels, plays golf, flies his Beech Sierra, and scuba dives. He takes Stan Brock (of Wild Kingdom fame) on medical missionary trips to the Sioux in the Dakotas as well as trips to Mexico to help the Huichol Indians. I might try to do some of those things between my naps. He does all this from home base in Knoxville, TN.
I sent out ten random e-mails asking classmates to share their most significant 2009 New Year’s resolution (anonymously). We can be proud of our class, again. Many spouses will be pleased to have a husband around more; churches (as well as other charitable organizations) will have more volunteers. Grandchildren will take more trips with their Carroll grandfather. And the roads will be crowded with ’58 travelers. Nobody mentioned naps. Hmmmm.
In August of 1958 I had the distinct privilege and high honor to be a member of the wedding party as John K. Hanson and Tarri Sabol tied the knot. Fifty years later, John and Tarri Hanson celebrated that event. Thanks to number one son, Mark (my godson), I made a surprise phone call to John and Tarri on their 50th anniversary celebration in Oregon. Who ever would have thought that those two events, separated by half a century, could have been possible. Congratulations again John and Tarri! Keep that knot tied! (When I asked Tarri if she’d do it again, she said, “I guess so.”)
One of our classmates has the following listed on the back of his business card: Rumson Country Club, Fiddlesticks Country Club, United States Senior Golf Ass’n, USGA-Senior Amateur Committee, American Senior Golf Ass’n, New Jersey Seniors Golf, and Three Score & Ten. Send me the name of this classmate and win a DVD of selected 1958 Radio/TV programs.
As we say farewell to 2008, we also bid a fond last good-by to Joseph Grady, James M. Stevenson, and Egidijus J. Zilionis (you knew him as E.J. when he was in the Pershing Rifles). May they be embraced after their time here with us by Jesus.
I knew it. You knew it. Now the rest of the world knows it. Knows what? Knows that the JCU class of 1958 is the greatest class ever to set foot on the campus off Fairmount Circle. Pay attention, now. Our class won the James M. Mackey Award given to the class with the highest percentage of attendance at a reunion. Approximately 35% of our class attended the 50th. That is a new record, topping the old record of 30%. Seventy-three made the class picture Saturday night. Our class won the Dolan Award for the highest percent of increase in contributions from one reunion to the next. Our percentage increase from the 45th Reunion to the 50th Reunion was 184%. Finally our class had a goal of $100,000 as a 50th Reunion Class Gift. We topped that, as 44% of our class participated in donating $136,791. Attending were Abraham, Anderson, Beyer, Bonadio, Briatta, Buchta, Buckis, Caine, Christie, Cingel, Code, Dietz, DiGiovanni, Dockery, Emmerich, Fleischaker, Gaydosh, Geary, Ginley, Gioia, Glod, Glover, Graff, Grushetsky, Halas, Henkel, Hogan, Holtwick, Jacobson, Kandzer, Kavanaugh, Krukemeyer, Lato, Lepri, Logue, Malloy, Maynard, McCluer, McDonald, McGreal, McGunigal, McNicholas, Mercer, Mingarelle, Mirtch, Mong, Moran, Murphy, Narcisi, Nix, Joe Novak, Oakar, Ogonek, O’Grady, O’Meara, Orosz, Phillips, Porter, Reali, Richards, Rieger, Robertson, Santos, Seeberg, Sheehan, Slaughter, Smith, St. John, Staniskis, Stavole, Stegmaier, Weaver, Wechter, Young, Zuccaro. Some on the list had not stepped foot on campus in 50 years, and were amazed at the changes, many occurred during the tenure of John Reali as VP of Facilities. All were speechless when coming into the presence of the Saint John’s Bible, given to JCU in the name of John Pellegrene. A number of classmates’ children and grandchildren have attended JCU over the years. Rick Graff’s son Gregg ’83 was there for his 25th. Tom Code was “dancing up a storm” in the big tent, while Phil Grushetsky entertained folks with stories of old. There was reminiscing about nighttime excursions from Bernet, and how Fr. Millor would interrupt a few of those intended excursions. At the Saturday night dinner Bob Nix said he would speak for only a minute and immediately stated that he had never spoken for only a minute in his life. He proceeded to show pictures from the Senior Prom and Military Ball, commenting on each. On Saturday many attended the Wine Tasting Seminar, the Great Brews Seminar, the Put Your Financial House in Order Seminar, and the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius Seminar. Rick Graff and Tom Krukemeyer sent me this information, as I was unable to attend. Here’s a link explaining my absence: http://188.8.131.52/WhereWasHe.htm. Finally, according to Tom, the most enriching part of the weekend was the Mass Saturday night at Gesu. Thirteen classes were present. Classes were seated by year, front to back. Our class is now three rows from the front. Peace, JEC
Because of the high price of gas (currently $3.32 here in San Antonio), the unreliability of airline travel (currently many MD-80 aircraft are out of service being inspected), and my desire to get back to my normal weight of 148 (currently at 152), I have decided to walk to the 50th Reunion (“50 for 50 Years”). This column is due on April 17, and I started walking about March 19, so that is why there is no 1958 column in this issue. In addition, the issue is scheduled to be in the mail on June 13, so I saw no point in writing to encourage you to attend (“50 for 50 Years”). Such encouragement would be too late (too little, too late). I am pulling my little red wagon (Radio Flyer – what else?) packed with clothes (covered with a tarp). So if I am a little late for our 50th Reunion (“50 for 50 Years”) you’ll know why (only if you are there will you know I’m late). I am now just past Waco moving along I-35 north. Got to go — I see a Texas DPS State Trouper (or trooper) so I need to pull over and hide this laptop. Walking along the Interstate in Texas while using a laptop is prohibited by law. Using a cell phone while driving is OK, though. Wish I would have remembered my cell phone!
The road to the Big Five-O is now officially named “50 For 50 Years” meaning that we want to have an attendance of 50 classmates to celebrate the 50th anniversary. That road is now about as short as it can get. Instead of years and months, it can be measured in weeks. June 20-22 is the official date, although I’m not certain that was the date on which we actually graduated. I have that information somewhere up in my attic — if only I knew how to get up in the attic. Anyone know the date? Let me know if you do.
The 1958 reunion committee is working day and night planning the weekend. Well, maybe not night, but it is working day. Not every day, but those days on which it is working it works. Whatever that means. Members of the committee include Nix, Krukemeyer, Dietz, W. Moran, Sheehan, Jacobson, Briatta, Gill, Zuccaro, Wechter, Maynard, St. John, Seeberg, Weaver, Graff, and Clifford. (Only last names – the first name keys on my keyboard are broken.) If you wish to volunteer, send ideas, send money please contact one of the above. Let us know that you are planning to attend. Remember: it’s free! The university will be picking up the tab. The 50th is “on the house” so be there.
Speaking of money, the committee decided to set a goal of $100,000 as our Class Gift and a participation goal of 25%. We have 223 class members, so 25% of us would be donating — about 56 members of the 1958 Class (more or less). So when you send in your donation, please mention that it is to go toward the 1958 Class Gift. We need to remember that whatever success we have had in life can most probably be traced back to the JCU Jesuit education we received from 1954-1958. I know that is true for me. And we need not measure success only in terms of dollars earned. Our classes in Social Justice, Religion, Philosophy, Ethics, Speech, Marriage and Family, History, Education, etc., etc. all helped determined what we have become and what we have individually and collectively contributed to life on this planet.
Speaking of this planet, there are a number of our classmates who have seemed to have dropped off Planet Earth. If you know where someone is, please let us know. Here is a list of those we can’t find: Joseph Archer, David Buckis, William Cantlon, George Dann, John Evans, Robert Fedor, John Fitzgerald, John Flanagan, James Geary, Peter Golash, Daniel Grapentien, Harvey Gregoire, William Gschwend, Richard Hiller, Frank Johnson, Herbert Johnson, Raymond Keller, Richard Kent, John Koteles, Bob Kruger, Ronald Leary, Ronald Leavitt, Bob Mellert, John Moran, Thomas Norton, George Novak, R. Thomas Reilly, Joseph Rill, Edward Robinson, Joseph Shannon, Albert Strok, Richard Terzola, James Thompson, Charles Tramont, Robert Vieweg, Thomas Weber, and E.J. Zilionis.
I have some sad news to report. Gerard Milne died of a heart attack in Oceanside, N.Y., on October 30 last year. We send our condolences to his wife of 51 years, Marian, and to his two sons, Gerard Jr. and Michael, as well as the three grandchildren. Gerard was a librarian on Long Island. When not dealing with books, he won many prizes for his model sail boat racing, and was a skilled wood carver. I remember that Gerard always seemed to me to have that “I’m pulling your leg” attitude when telling me things at Carroll. I never knew if he was serious or just had a strange sense of humor. I’d go away scratching my head. But I always listened.
Finally, here is an e-mail I received from Tom Krukemeyer that I publish as a most persuasive argument for attending the “50 For 50 Years” celebration June 20-22. The title is “Come and See.” We had an ideal October Saturday for homecoming this past fall. Carroll was playing cross-town rival B-W. No one from my Carroll days was close by so Diane along with our daughter and two of our teenage grandchildren headed with me to the campus. As we drove down Fairmount Blvd., we found Belvoir blocked off for the Street Fair part of homecoming so we had to enter campus from Fairmount Circle. We passed the old Fairmount Theater and Campus Drug that are now owned by the university. As we turned off the circle the first sight was the new Dolan Center for Science and Technology. The size of Dolan is overpowering. It is larger than the Administration Building. The center of Dolan was kept low as to not block Grasselli Tower. We had a marvelous day. The campus has changed so we took a grand guided tour. To mention a few places we visited – the Lombardo Student Center, Johnson Natatorium, two or three field houses, Don Shula Stadium at Wasmer Field, Saint Francis Chapel, Marinello Little Theatre and the Boler School of Business. We were all impressed, particularly the grandkids. Carroll has done well and certainly the alumni can take a good deal of credit for the university’s success. Be sure to come to our 50th June 20-22 to see not only all these physical changes but renew friendships from our Carroll days. Carroll’s homecomings are splendid! By the way Carroll won the football game in overtime.
Thanks, Tom. On the road to the Big Five-O! Peace, JEC
As the deadline for this column started closing in on me, (it’s October 19) and as nobody returned my phone calls, and as e-mails were returned “no such address, no such number,” I was of the opinion that I’d have a blank column again
But Chuck Jacobson said, “If no class members gave you any information, you should devote this column to yourself. Tell them the story of how you got out of the theatre business and into the computer programming business.” (I made the mistake of telling that to Chuck, once.) So, as I sat down to write the exciting, fascinating tale of my 30-year journey through the theatre, and then my 20-year (and still counting) exile into the world of computer programming, lo and behold an apple hit me in the head in the form of late-breaking news about one of our classmates. So, I chose to ignore Chuck’s advice, to disappoint my many fans, and switch from the road through directing, acting, and teaching, in this country and in Australia to the current news of our old friend, John E. Pellegrene, executive vice president emeritus of marketing for the Target Corporation. Target is currently the national sponsor of “Illuminating The Word – The Saint John’s Bible,” a major art exhibition currently traveling throughout the United States. It was also seen at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. (I spent many hours in that museum researching Renaissance Theatre design while I was studying directing at the Royal Shakespeare Company in London in the late 1960s.) Anyway, back to John Pellegrene. Target will be receiving a high-end facsimile of the seven volume bible, the first hand-written, illuminated bible since the advent of the printing press. Saint John’s University and Abbey in Collegeville, MN, – a Benedictine institution, commissioned the Saint John’s Bible. Target and St. John’s University will donate that book to John Carroll University, in John Pellegrene’s name. The presentation event, featuring the president of Saint John’s University, the president of John Carroll University, John Pellegrene, and several executives from the Target Corporation, will be held on Saturday, April 12 next year in the Dolan Center on the Carroll campus. If you live in the Cleveland area, put that on your calendar. The Saint John’s Bible will then have a permanent home (a gift of John Pellegrene) in the Grasselli Library on the JCU campus. (I’m thinking of donating a copy of my book on theatre management to the library, also.) Now, isn’t the Pellegrene news much more significant than the amazing story of my life from theatre to computers?
Before I leave, please set aside the weekend of June 20-22, 2008. That’s when we celebrate our 50th Reunion. Please make plans to attend. And, as you read this, e-mail or call me if you would like to volunteer to join the Reunion Planning Committee. Remember, the 50th anniversary happens only once in about every 50 years or thereabouts, so get to this one. The next time it rolls around, odds are you won’t be able to make it. And if you expect me to remind you about it in this column in December 2057, forget it. You put it on your calendar yourself. Got to run – The Judy Canova Show is on tonight (10/19/1943) and she’s back from Army camp. Then it’s Sherlock Holmes and “Adventure of the Black Angus” (10/19/46).
On the road to the Big Five O! Peace, JEC
I write this on April 24, during the wettest spring I can remember in my 35 years living in South Texas. As a result, my peach trees are full, and I trust that later the apple tree will bear fruit – apples. If you listened to WGAR at night on this day in 1951 you heard “The Micky McQueen Matter” on Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar.
Speaking of accounting, we heard from another business major — one who has not strayed too far from home. When he was at Carroll he lived in Wickliffe. Now Jim Cromie lives in Willowick with his wife Ellen Devitt Cromie ’60 English major. Jim and Ellen have six children and ten grandchildren, most living in the Cleveland area. He keeps busy working part-time at the public library.
Speaking of another business major still living in the Cleveland area, James Gray lived in Lakewood during his JCU years, and he can still be found there. Jim was a graduate of St. Ignatius and served as a self-employed public accountant until he retired three years ago. His five children, and three grandchildren all live in the area. At age 74, Jim still manages to get up each day and turn on the TV, and occasionally get to a baseball game. A recent stroke has slowed him down, but his sense of humor is still evident.
I conclude with a piece of sad news. Bill Doran died on the afternoon of March 14. His son, Bill Jr., told me that for several months before, and including the 14, his wife, Judy, and his four children and five grandchildren “got the opportunity to tell him exactly how they felt about him. Best of all, he had ample time for rebuttal.” Knowing Bill for 60 years, I’m sure the rebuttal was in good humor. When we were growing up, Bill and his sister, Elinor, lived on 201st Street in Euclid just down from Holy Cross School. I lived on 196th Street. We both graduated from St. Joseph High School in 1954. Col. William K. Doran, U.S Army (Ret.) is scheduled for burial with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery in May. Over the past years Bill regularly sent me insulting, derogatory, negative, ridiculing (but funny) e-mails about Texans and Texas. I miss those e-mails, Bill.
On the road to the Big Five O! Peace, JEC
You may never guess who has taken up watercolor painting in his retirement years. So, I’ll tell you — the old business major, Al Buchta, that’s who. For the past four years, when not attending to his nine grandchildren (plus as we speak, one on the way in January), Al has been into the artistic world there in Rocky River. Active in church and other endeavors, he and wife, Carol, have four children (Cathy, Carin, John and Christy), three of whom live in the vicinity, and one over in Steelers territory.
Speaking of nine, Bill Geary and Carol also have exactly nine grandchildren and Bill has been retired for exactly nine years from Chrysler and UNISYS. After the second heart attack, he got the message — slow down. I can’t take the time to tell you all the other illnesses. His major exercise now is playing bridge three times a week, along with the treadmill twice a week. His claim to fame is his daughter, Jeanne. She was the first female Engine Division Plant manager for Ford in Europe. Kathleen is also an engineer; Brian JCU ’93; John is in Boston. Bill and Carol, along with the Stegmaiers will be in Mexico for a vacation next month. (Stay tuned. More on Dan Stegmaier next issue.)
Speaking of nine grandchildren, John F. Smith, a Bears fan for many years, still lives in Chicago with his wife Marilyn. He doesn’t have nine grandchildren — only six to be exact, some of whom are in the vicinity and some in the East. John wrote for the Carillon and was active in international relations while at JCU, and so after getting out of the Army, he naturally continued those interests on his way to becoming a distinguished Carroll alumni. For the past six years he has been teaching a class called Politics and the Press for the Political Science Department at Loyola University. Who better to do that than a former executive producer for CNN in Washington, D.C., a former vice president of CBS News, and former CNN bureau chief in Washington and Moscow. That’s John! He and Marilyn have five children.
And speaking of the Bears, Pat Doherty still lives in Chicago. When I spoke with his wife, Eileen, she said he watched yesterday’s victory over the Saints and, even though he wasn’t feeling well, he couldn’t help but smile. We can remember Pat in our prayers, and all fellow classmates who at this stage of our lives, are not as robust as we were 48 ½ years ago. Pat and Eileen have seven children.
That’s it for now. You heard an episode of “Drought in Freeville” on Superman this day, January 22, 1947. On the road to the Big Five O! Write
I write this on October 23 just after the first two games of the World Series. Having lived in St. Louis for a number of years, my heart is with the Cards, but my mind says it will be the Mets, even though St. Louis won the first game. The election campaign is brutal here, and the Republicans seem to be on the way out. San Antonio lost the life of another young man this week in Iraq. The war is brutal too, and doesn’t seem to be on the way out. So, I lead off with two great news items. First, there will soon be (if not now) an Alumni Lounge on campus. Check it out, class of ’58. Second, great news about young Agnes Maynard. (You’ll recall that she is married to our own Robert Maynard — to the great dismay of numerous fellow classmates.) Young Agnes received her MA from Carroll a number of years ago in education and continues to teach at St. Dominick’s. Her old husband turned 70 this fall, but continues to work as best he can as council for the Sisters of Charity of St. Augustine Health System. Bob’s trial work is history, gone the way of his spent youth.
Speaking of turning 70, Thomas McGunigal reaches that milestone in January. Thomas was a graduate of Ursuline High School in Youngstown, which makes him a classmate of Bob Maynard — not that that’s significant. More significant is the fact that when you are seeing the local weather on TV from a weather satellite somewhere in geophysical orbit, you can thank Thomas for his work as project director of the program that resulted in the placement of those satellites in space. That was the culmination of a long, very distinguished career with NASA starting as a ground satellite technician, moving up through the ranks in senior management, and being a part of the Satellite Aided Search and Rescue project. He speaks proudly of the lives saved and low cost of piggy backing that technology on weather satellites along with Canada, France and the Soviet Union during the cold war. Add all that to his work on a data relay satellite system that eventually got rid of the need for ground stations, and you have an impressive career in physics born under the influence of Fr. Monville, head of physics at Carroll. And this isn’t even mentioning his job as an NOAA manager. Oops, I mentioned it. Thomas and Deanna have six children. Son Colonel Mike is finishing up 20 years with the Air Force. I guess I should mention that he has a law degree from Georgetown — same university that gave Bob Maynard his JD. And speaking of Bob Maynard, a third graduate of Ursuline High School in Youngstown, physics major John McNicholas, has joined the age 70 club. Jack now lives in Arizona, is retired (or, “retarded” as he puts it), and sometimes drives his “very beautiful and intelligent” granddaughter, Jackie, to kindergarten. Jack was the co-founder of Applied Hydro-Acoustics in Maryland, a company that did work for the Navy under the water. Having spent most of his life traveling to Hawaii, Alaska, the Bahamas, and Puerto Rico, when he sold the company he moved to a place far, far from under water. Hence, Prescott, AZ. Jack and Elizabeth have three children, Mainie (mother of Jackie), Michael and John Vincent. Michael has a most successful Toyota dealership in Virginia, despite having been a physics major and having worked in his Dad’s company. To take up some time, Jack teaches a five-week research course about six times a year at the University of Phoenix. He does not have a law degree. And speaking of not having a law degree, the Hon. William W. Weaver does! He received his from Cleveland State, Cleveland-Marshall College of Law back in 1967. He spent 24 years as a partner in McCarter & Weaver, during which time he also served as councilman, law director, and prosecutor for the city of Mentor-on-the-Lake. The last 16 years Bill has served as Judge, Court of Common Pleas, Lake County. His work in the Juvenile Division will end soon as he also joins the age 70 club and will be forced to retire. Bill and Reba have always lived in Lake County, where they raised their six children. All seven grandchildren are roughly in the area, so when Bill hangs up his robe for the last time he looks foreword to being kept busy with the family. He might even get back to sweeping out the stables and repairing fences at son Bill, Jr.’s horse-boarding stable in Concord, OH.
That’s it for now! On this date in 1947 The Great Gildersleeve was running for Congress, and later that evening you could hear “The Fall of the House of Usher” on Escape on CBS; in 1945 Superman was still in a struggle with Atom Man; and in 1944 Cliff Mazzaro auditioned as a singer on The Jack Benny Show. Cliff who? If anyone ever asks you who was Cliff Mazzaro, now you know. Please write. Peace, JEC
It’s Monday, the 17th of April – tax day — but, not to worry, I did mine last Sunday and filed it electronically last Wednesday. Won’t catch me procrastinating. The heat and dry conditions continue here in South Texas — yesterday, Easter, it was 96 — should reach 99 today, 101 on Wednesday and no rain in the foreseeable future. Speaking of taxes, John J. Bachhuber wrote and mentioned that he finished his taxes last Sunday, also. We of the Class of ’58 sure learned discipline. Get things done before they’re due. John’s youngest son, Nathan, is a second-year voice student at the Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia, and has had roles in several operas. The most recent one was in Albert Herring by Benjamin Britten on Good Friday. John and his wife, Karen, try to attend his performances, when he’s not baking, cooking, woodworking and caning chairs in his retirement in Appleton, WI. It’s John that does the baking and cooking, not Karen. She will join him in retirement this year from teaching high school math. Son Steve is an electronics chip designer (MS EE) working for the company that designs the transmit/receive chips for Nokia phones. He is single and lives in Greensboro, NC. Son John is vice president of Field Compensation Design and Measurement with Thrivent Financial for Lutherans. He is married (Mary) and has two sons, Owen (6) and Danny (4). They live in Apple Valley, MN. Daughter Amy lives in Houghton. MI, and has two sons, Oliver (5) and Elliot (3). John promises to be at the big 50 in 2008.
Donald R. Emmerich reports that he is still living in Naples, FL, working part time at Sears, and volunteering at a local St. Vincent de Paul thrift store. Both Don and his wife Ann (nee Butler) are retired and keep busy traveling around the country visiting their six children and 12 grandchildren. Ann helps out at the thrift store and also volunteers at the new Ave Maria University in Naples.
We want to recall our friend William A. Norkett who died a few months ago. He was our freshman and sophomore class president, and very active in Carroll organizations during those four years, including Scabbard and Blade. He attended the 45th reunion in 2003. I recall that every time I saw him, in the snack bar or the halls, he was always smiling. We send out best wishes to Barbara.
Finally, on the road to the big five-0 in ’08, we remember that on this day in 1947 in the afternoon you heard Superman in chapter five of “The Mystery of the Lost Planet,” and in the evening in 1955 you heard the broadcast of “The Final Problem” in which Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarity squared off (Gielgud, Richardson, and Welles). If you want any old time radio programs, I have a collection of over 6,000. Just let me know what interests you and I can e-mail them to you. Stay tuned
I write this on January 16. We look forward tonight to a 60% chance of rain. That could be the first measurable rain since October. In addition to being dry, it’s been hot in December and January — 70s and 80s. We have escaped the brush fires — the closest one was a few miles north of us. The New Orleans Saints have packed up and moved back to Louisiana, so we will have no NFL games here next year, unless the San Diego Chargers leave San Diego for the Alamo City. That was the headline in last week’s newspaper. And speaking of San Diego and moving, David L. Orosz has moved to Columbia Street in San Diego. I’ll have to get some details for you in the next issue. Stay tuned.
Speaking of moving, John Phillips no longer practices labor law nor lives in Des Moines, nor do he and Sally live in their condo on the Gulf in Clearwater. After six years there, they just recently moved to The Plantation in Leesburg, an “active retirement community” of 3,000 population north of Orlando. John defines “active” as having billiards, bridge, lawn bowling, darts, and pickleball. Pickleball?! That’s played with a wiffleball and a table tennis racquet. I kid you not. When he’s not working up a sweat on these activities, he watches Sally practice her watercolor artistry, at which she excels. The Phillips extended family includes three children and four grandchildren.
Finally, a long distance move for Erik, son of John Hanson. He’s teaching English at an American school run by the Redemptorist Fathers in Bangkok, Thailand. John and Tarri are still in Oregon “getting older sooner than we expected” in his words. His good news is the ski shop continues to thrive.
That’s it for now. The final Katrina relocation center closed here in San Antonio the end of December. Thousands of former Louisiana citizens are housed now in more stable, semi-permanent homes and hotels here. I don’t know how or why they are so resilient! Remember them in your prayers, please. On this day in 1952 you probably heard “Two Boys and Their Dad” on The Lone Ranger Show, or later that night on NBC “Fatal Appointment” on Barry Craig, Confidential Investigator
Today is October 17, the day after the New Orleans Saints got robbed in the final seconds of their game with Atlanta here in the Alamodome. Yes, we in San Antonio finally have a team in the NFL. Well, it’s not really “our” team, but the fan enthusiasm and support makes it seem as if it were “our” team. I was part of the largest crowd in Alamodome history yesterday – 65,589 in a 65,000 capacity dome. Go figure. In addition to the Saints and their families who are making San Antonio home for awhile, there are still thousands of other evacuees from Louisiana here. Many are at the former Kelly AFB, the old Levi-Strauss plant, and an abandoned shopping mall. Of course, a number are also staying in private homes and churches.
Now on to the matter at hand. Tim Abraham is teaching part-time at Touro College (a Jewish-sponsored college on West 23rd Street in NYC) as his way of easing into retirement from the NYC Board of Education as an English teacher in an alternative high school program. He also recently taught English in different parts of China. He writes about his experience visiting the famous ice sculptures in Harbin in January where it was not only spectacular at night, but also “bloody cold.”
Speaking of “bloody cold,” Bill Anderson and his wife live in Novi, MI. That’s somewhere off of I-96 between East Lansing (where I spent two “bloody cold” winters back in the ’60s) and Detroit. But he only spends 6 months there. The other 6 months he can be found in Sarasota, FL. Now, that’s a good plan. Bill is in retirement now after 27 years in The Henry Ford Hospital System. He was section head of the Division of Behavioral Gynecology and Urogynecology. Whatever all that means. I know that “uro” probably has something to do with Urology, as I have had several Urologists operate on me over the past 15 years. Bill is recovering just fine from his second “4 vessel by-pass” at the Cleveland Clinic.
Speaking again about “bloody cold,” and speaking about football, here’s an update on Chuck Jacobson. You recall the nice communication that we received from his wife, Margee, in the fall 2004 issue. He’s still living way up in the cold north in Rochester, MN. Well, he has just recently welcomed into this world his 20th grandchild! Two more, and he’ll have two football teams. Last week Chuck stepped down from the post of immediate past governor of the Minnesota-Dakotas district of the Kiwanis International, but it looks as though he might have to step back up as the IP governor. Stay tuned. Chuck would like to know if there are any other ’58 classmates who are Kiwanians. It’s a good way to “repay the blessings that have come our way,” he says. If you are one, write him at email@example.com. In the meantime, he will be rehearsing the role of Mr. Macy in the musical version of “Miracle on 34th Street” for the Rochester Community Theatre.
Speaking of “miracles,” here’s some sort of unbelievable news about two of our classmates. Daniel Stegmaier writes about a series of strange coincidences. It seems that he and John J. Young were in accounting class at JCU and became friends. They both moved to Independence about fifteen years ago, where they have continued to enjoy their friendship, playing bridge together with their wives and engaging in other mundane friendly activities. Dan’s youngest daughter, Janet, and John’s youngest son, David, attended Independence High School together. Well, they started dating, and after college they got married. So both John and Dan are now the proud grandfathers of Rachel Young born in September 2004. And to think it all started in accounting class 50 years ago. Who would have thunk it?
That’s it for now, October 17, 2004, the evening in 1946 when on The Burns Allen Show Gracie wanted George to replace Clark Gable in a film; and if you came home from school early that day in 1947, you heard Terry and the Pirates and the episode of “The Mechanical Eye”; and in 1948 you heard Don Ameche as the guest on The Charlie McCarthy Show on NBC, and little Alice refusing to eat on The Phil Harris-Alice Faye Show, and over on CBS Phillip Marlowe solved one more crime in the episode “Where There’s A Will” on The Adventures of Phillip Marlowe. Say good night, Gracie.
Not much to report today, April 18. I should mention that John J. Bachhuber is living in Appleton, WI, these days. He might like to hear from some of you at firstname.lastname@example.org. How many of us put the year of our JCU class in our e-mail addresses? Not many, I reckon. I should also mention that John W. Moran recently moved (depending upon what one means by “recently”) from Hudson, NH, to Deerfield, NH. I got out my 2001 Oxford Essential World Atlas to look up those places to check out the length of the move. Couldn’t find either one. As a matter of fact, I had a hard time even finding NH. Finally found it way up there in the upper right hand corner of the USA. John received his MSW from Boston College many years ago, and is now retired from social work after 39 years of service. He credits Mr. Carpenter’s counsel and recommendation that led him to social work. I, too, recall with fondness Mr. Carpenter’s dedication to the betterment of society. May he rest in peace. John’s e-mail address is email@example.com. I should also mention that William A. Kysela is still in El Paso and still laboring for the betterment of society. He has taken on teaching classes at Dismas Charities. In his latest e-mail he speaks about the response that the men and women there give to the Gospel of Christ. “Teaching there brings me a bi-weekly shot of INSPIRATION
and a renewed hope for the human race.” Thanks, William, for all that you do down there along the boarder. To contact Bill, write him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Finally, I did have a fascinating letter from one of our classmates who described a remarkable series of coincidences that have taken place over the years with another classmate — their children, families, etc. Well, I lost the letter. You know who you are, and I don’t want to give away the punch lines in your “Believe it or Not” saga, so could you send me that two-family history again. I promise not to misplace it. Thanks, and sorry! That’s it. On this day in 1947 you heard Superman solving the “Mystery of the Lost Planet”; in 1948 you heard the Escape broadcast of Rudyard Kipling’s “The Drums of Fore & Aft” on CBS; and in 1949 you may have heard Arthur Godfrey’s Talent Scouts winner that day — Lenny Bruce. I kid you not.
I write this on January 17, 2005. I just found out that WMD do not exist in Iraq, but our “war of choice” continues to bury young men in South Texas. Oh, guess I was confused as to why we went to war. Must be my advanced age. The ol’ brain doesn’t seem to comprehend much any more. I turned 69 in November.
Richard L. Graff still lives in South Carolina. His new e-mail address is Graffhhi@aol.com in case you would like to contact him.
Joe Rill is no longer missing, if he ever was. He is retired from the military and alive and well in Virginia. E-mail him at JoeRill@aol.com.
Gary Wechter used to be retired. No longer. He’s teaching political science part-time at Mount Union College. So, what do you think he did during the week of the Mount Union-JCU football game? Wore a JCU T-shirt to class, that’s what he did! He and wife Rita are at GRWechter@neo.rr.com.
John Hanson had a rough 2004, but is looking at the bright lights of 2005 with new life. Wife Tarri broke her back, and John had a heart attack. All the children are doing well, as is the ski shop. We had some sad news here in San Antonio. One of our outstanding citizens, David D. Madorsky passed away on November 23 a week after his 68th birthday. David was known as “Doc the Clown,” a member of the local Alzafar Shrine Temple clown brigade. David spent a lifetime as a physician treating infectious diseases and brightening the lives of many unfortunates. His many accomplishments — from being a lay leader for Jewish soldiers in the U.S. Army, to over 35 years as a member of the Masonic Brotherhood, to a board member of the Shriners Hospitals for Children in Houston, to active membership on the board of Jewish Family and Children Service of San Antonio — were in keeping with the JCU tradition of service. San Antonio will miss our classmate. He leaves a son and daughter and relatives in Cleveland. The last time I spoke with him on the phone I said, “We need to get together for lunch sometime, David.” We never did. I always thought there’ll be a tomorrow. Didn’t realize that all we have is today.
I write this on October 19. The Spurs play their first home pre-season game (We used to call them exhibition games.) tonight; the Astros lead the Cards three games to two; the high today will be 91; Kerry and Bush are tied; young Americans are still dying in our “war of choice.” When you read this you will know if the Spurs are any good now that the Lakers are no longer the Lakers of the past; if the Astros pulled it off; if cool weather ever came to South Texas; if there’s a new resident in the White House; and if we are still loosing our friends and neighbors to the brutality of war.
So, in alphabetical order, here’s the news. Speaking of things military, Bill Doran is still a retired U.S. Army Colonel living outside Washington, DC, although he seems to spend much time with Judy on extended vacations in the mountains of New York. He claims to be spending time looking for Irish and Slovenian ancestors. Hmmm.
Richard Graff is also retired, but does some volunteer tutoring. He’s living with Carol in Hilton Head claiming to be spending his free time playing golf and bicycling, but I suspect that their six grandchildren take some of his time.
Some people don’t toot their own horn. Chuck Jacobson is a case in point. His wife Margee contacted me with not only factual information about what Chuck has been doing, but also with some very moving comments from one who is “honored to have been his wife for 45 years.” He is active in his church; has served as a Kiwanis Governor of the three-state Mn-Dak district; provides tax services for seniors and the less fortunate; has served as president of the Rochester Day Makers Club; acts in the Rochester Civic Theatre and educational films for Mayo Clinic. Most important, “he has remained a wonderful husband of 45 years, father of seven and grandfather of nineteen.” What more can one ask! Thanks, Margee, for sharing this with us. Any other proud wives out there willing to share with us?
Pat Mingarelle is living in Erie, PA with Carol (not the same Carol that Richard Graff is with). His time is spent as a federal mediator and instructor at the Erie campus of Penn State.
Harold Sheehan is still close to JCU – if Gates Mills can be considered close. Hal is a financial adviser – but aren’t we all? I guess he’s an “official” one – that is when he is not playing golf, running, and traveling.
Roy Streetz calls Willoughby Hills home. He and Marlene – you remember Marlene Laurich a VA graduate who he met at a high school dance — have four children and five grandchildren, ages eight to 17. The grandchildren, that is. Roy actually got his degree in ’59, but was considered by many of us to be our classmate at Carroll, as well as St Joe’s.
That’s it for now, October 19, 2004, the date in 1953 when Arthur Godfrey fired Julius LaRosa, and in 1945 when Superman was still up against Atom Man, and in 1955 when Johnny Dollar was solving The Chesapeake Fraud Matter. “We’re running a little late folks. Good night.”
On the road to the big FIVE O.
Had a nice Christmas letter from John Hanson. He wised up and decided to get out of town (Gresham, OR) for Christmas to a better climate – Tampa Bay. Daughter Mary Beth joined them for the first Christmas in 20 years. He and wife Tarri are pursuing their goal of visiting all of the lighthouses along the Oregon coast. Now, if I find out that there are only two, somebody’s in big trouble. What would you need lighthouses in Oregon for? What’s to see?
Bill Doran (and Judy) report that they are still in Virginia outside the D.C. beltway and having a great time in retirement. (The Army in ’85 and The Raytheon Company in 2001). Busy with golf, tennis and travel. They made it to Germany, Slovenia, Italy
then down under to Australia and even visited Cleveland, OH, once. Among other things went to hear the Cleveland Orchestra (for the first time) at the renovated Severance Hall. I envy you in Cleveland – our San Antonio Symphony Orchestra went “belly up” this year and had to cancel the season. Didn’t even get a refund on my season tickets. But, the Spurs are doing well and the Rodeo makes much $$$$$$. I guess it’s a matter of priorities.
Stay out of spider holes. Peace, JEC
I am writing this in February and there is no war – only plans for a war. I wonder what the world will be like when you read this. Will there have been a war? I guess I need to say “stay tuned” to find out. I am teaching a public speaking class at Brooks AFB here in San Antonio, and the past months 4 of the 16 students have been shipped out somewhere.
Anyway, let’s get to our 45-year reunion, which will take place June 12-15. This is being billed as the rehearsal for the biggie which arrives in 5 years – the big Five-O. The reunion committee, chaired by Tom Krukemeyer, has been meeting and making plans. There will be food, beverages, golf (for those who are mobile), more food and beverages, possibly an Indians game as they are home that weekend, and more food and beverages. Be sure to make your reservations. Check it out by following the appropriate links at www.jcu.edu.
John T. Dockery, member of the JCU Institute of Radio Engineers in ’58, reports that he has retired from the Federal Government and is living with wife, Charlotte, in Reston, VA. John received his M.A. and Ph.D. degrees after Carroll, has three very grown children, and even remembers that he played in the band at JCU.
Also retired is former band member and president of the JCU Institute of Radio Engineers, Charles Jacobson. Charles has been doing some contract programming and teaching computer classes at a local college in Rochester, MN. He has discovered that he should have participated in theatre at JCU as he has recently taken up that profession as an avocation. We would have welcomed him in the LTS. By last count he had seven children and holding. He’ll be attending the reunion in June, and we hope to see you there also.
Take care. Peace, J.E.C.
In a little less than seven months, we will be celebrating the 45th reunion of the Class of 1958! I still don’t know how that is possible when I am only 39. I guess that’s why I didn’t take many math classes at JCU. Never was much good at counting. Algebra and trig were enough – the bare minimum. In case you are already making plans for 2003, the dates are June 12-15, so write those dates in our new 2003 calendar. The first reunion committee meeting was held back in September, and plans are underway for the big bash. Larry Dietz, Bob Nix, and Gary Wechter are working on the committee. They could use some help, if y’all have a few hours free. E-mail me and I will send them your name as a volunteer. You do NOT have to live in the Cleveland area to be on the committee. There are 323 of us out there, although some seem to have vanished, or at least, seem to be in hiding. If you know where any of the following classmates are, please let us know. John Boehnlein, David Buckis, William Cantion, George Dann, Donald Emmerich, John Evans, Robert Fedor, John Fitzgerald, John Flanagan, James Geary, Peter Golash, Daniel Grapenstein, Harvey Gregoire, William Gschwend, Paul Hayden, Richard Hiller, Frank Johnson, Herbert Johnson, Gerald Kavanaugh, Ray Keller, Paul Kelley, Richard Kent, John Koteles, Bob Kruger, Ronald Leary, Ronald Leavitt, Tom Makovic, John McGinness, Pat McGinty, Bob Mellert, George Metz, John Moran, Daniel Murphy, George Novak, Arthur O’Neill, R. Tomas Reilly, Ted Richardson, Joseph Rill, Joseph Shannon, Albert Strok, Richard Terzola, James Thompson, Charles Tramont, Robert Vieweg, John Vitale, Thomas Weber, E.J. Zilionis. We are looking to have a generous 1958 class gift to give to the school in June. So don’t forget to send in our class gift pledge.
I heard from someone who did not graduate with us in ’58, but who attended for three years. David P. Connolly left JCU at the end of our junior year to attend medical school at Loyola University in Chicago. David has been a credit to our class since graduation from med school. He did annual overseas volunteer surgery for twelve years in such places as Mali, Nigeria, Kenya, Tanzania, Brazil, Paraguay, and Nepal. He traveled with a group named Surgicorps, taking his own operating instruments, staff of nurses, recovery room specialists, anesthetists, etc. to perform 50 to 60 operations a week. David is still married to Cooky, is granfather of three, and speaks with great fondness of those he knew him at Carroll during those three years. Seems to me he’s at least due an honorary degree. I, for one, am proud to have him as an “unofficial” member of my Class of 1958.
Take care, see you next year. Peace, J.E.C.
On that graduation day in June of 1958, you probably didn’t look too far ahead. You were consumed with the problems of getting a job, paying off the academic loans, and who was going to drive you home after the party that night. If you had looked ahead 45 years, you would have seen 2003, which is what we will be seeing next year. Yes, it will be 45 years next year. Seems like only 40 years ago. Or does it seem like 50? You have probably received a card in the mail asking for information about yourself and letting you know about the reunion year 2003. Be sure to send in the card. Stay tuned as we countdown to 2003 and the 45th reunion. More information will follow in the next column.
William A. Kysela reports that for over 5 years he has been working on a Christian Job Corps called “Youth With Vision” (Juventud Con Vision) in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico. It is a residential vocational training program for homeless youths. “We now have 20 members, both boys and girls, enrolled in the program and have built boys and girls residences, a vocational school, a sport court for soccer and basketball, and a productive tortilla and tamale factory called El Milagro. Now the mayor of Ciudad Juarez is trying to arrange for us to get 5 acres to build the same program but on a much larger scale. I am requesting your prayers on behalf of all the efforts being made. I can’t thank all the teachers I had enough for the many things I learned. Never did I think that I would be building these projects in Mexico – most especially I thank all the sisters and priests and professors and fellow students for their Christian example of faithfulness and prayer that was always present. Don’t lose the visions that the Lord gives you.” If you are ever in the El Paso-Ciudad Juarez area, you can contact William at BILLYBOYK@JUNO.COM.
Before leaving, I wish to send condolences to the family of Stephen F. Halas who left us late last year. Stephen was “into science” (as we would say today) while at Carroll. It was a pleasure to have known him. I also wish to pay tribute to Gene O’Donnell ’55, who graduated a few years before me. He was my brother-in-law for over 40 years, and a better husband for my sister, Donna, one could not imagine. Gene passed away in January.