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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Randolph AFB Youth Center - 1961
You are absolutely not going to believe this!!! I found this newsletter when we moved to our new house recently --- It's a newsletter from the Randolph Youth Center dated September 1961. I hope you can see it - Just check out the names --- Mrs. O'Brien for one - remember her (Lovie O'Brien - Carole and Jimmy's mom - she was always there watching over us)... I know this will bring back memories or our fun times at the Youth Center. I remember one night we went outside and waited because someone said the world was coming to an end that night! I was only 12 or 13 - I'd believe anything. Oh, I still do. ha ha. The Newcomers were Tom Allen, Woody Best, Sondra Brown and Ray Lanclos. Remember Playland Park and the Rollercade. I got my first kiss on the bus going to the Rollercade - or was it Playland Park? I remember who it was tho..... Enjoy
Dinner at Gloria and Danny's House
We had dinner with John Hines and Marty and Jeff Lindley on Saturday nite (Dec 19th) at our house and they brought a surprise guest - Tom Madsen. We haven't seen Tom since the reunion two years ago. Tom was about to leave and asked "well when are we taking pictures? I always see you in pictures with Hines and I want my picture on the blog". OK Tom, here you go. I don't know how to explain the presenting of the dog bone tho. Also, in one of the pictures, it seems like Jeff is giving some kind of Italian hand signal. Y'all take care.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
INVENTOR, JEFF LINDLEY '66
Local inventor to sell Micro Mixer on QVC
Eric J. Weilbacher The Herald-Zeitung, Published December 6, 2009
Jeff Lindley, jlindley@satx.rr.com would often lay awake at night, determined to devise a mechanical solution to a problem he had with his microwave.For many years, he saw a need for some way to equalize the distribution of heat from microwaves into the food put into a microwave without having to change anything about the function of the microwave itself. “You go to heat up soup and its always boiling on the top and room temperature on the inside,” said Lindley, a general construction contractor in New Braunfels. Finally, the idea came to him. A simple, stationary mixer that utilizes the movement of any microwave turntable to mix any liquid or semi-liquid food, thus better distributing the heat.He invented the Micro Mixer, a mixing utensil that sticks to the ceiling of a microwave using a simple suction cup. The Mixer stays stationary. It’s the bowl that moves as the turntable spins, mixing the contents of a bowl as it turns in the microwave. The mixer is made of heat resistant rubber.Later this month, Lindley will head to Philadelphia for acting lessons to prepare him for an appearance on the cable home shopping channel QVC. “It’s the idea that sells it,” he said. “QVC will probably sell them for $15.95, plus shipping and handling.”The road has been a long one for Lindley to get this product to market. First, there was the problem with paying for a mold to manufacture the mixer.“People tell me China is the cheapest way to go, and I also tried places in California and back east,” he said, but found the best solution was minutes away from New Braunfels at Stellar Plastics, Inc. in San Marcos, a company that was able to produce the mold at nearly half the cost of Chinese manufacturers. “So, now, not only is this invented locally, it’s made locally in San Marcos,” Lindley said.The next step was to find a way to sell it. Wal-Mart, Target and Bed Bath and Beyond will not take finished products as single items. Instead, they prefer manufacturers to have a whole product line to go with their brand name. He even tried a spot on the reality television show “Everyday Edisons,” and narrowly lost in the finals to go on the show in Atlanta. “They didn’t want anyone with a completed product already, they are more interested in finding people with a design,” he said. He also produced a commercial for it, but ran out of money in production to get it on the air. (See the commercial online at www.micromixer.com.) Finally, he found a QVC representative, and she convinced the channel to bring the Micro Mixer to its audience.Lindley will be on the air in January — a date and time has not been set. “It’s an obsession of mine,” Lindley said. “I’m not going to give up on this thing.”
Thursday, November 26, 2009
PHIL MOSELEY'S DAD PASSES AWAY
November 26th
Subject: My father
"Hi Gloria. My Dad,Wendell Ford Moseley,leader of the Moseley pack, died peacefully the evening of November 25. He was a great fellow. Painter, writer, singer, wood sculptor, furniture maker, pilot and great Dad. We'll miss him terribly, but it's comforting to know that he's in a wonderful place -- hopefully giving my mother a... big spiritual hug, or whatever they do up there to welcome very special new arrivals.
Maybe your Dad will pass him a welcoming beer. I hope you have a happy time with your family on this Thanksgiving day."
"Thanks so much, Gloria. I'll pass the info of the funeral plans on as soon as I can. Right now we are planning a Ft. Sam burial following a Randolph Chapel service. Next Friday, Dec. 4."
Phil Moseley '64
pmoseley@cox.net
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
CONGRATULATIONS TERESA DeARZA GAUGER
Here are a few pictures of Teresa DeArza Gauger ('66) receving an award from General David Petraeus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Petraeus last week. Teresa said, "He is very gracious and very nice to work with and for and extremely well respected throughout the command. He was thanking me for some work I had done for him and I was telling him that it was an honor and privilege to work for him. I am so proud to be a part of Central Command and the important mission here for our country and the freedom we enjoy".
Teresa M. Gauger, Senior Program Manager
Civilian Expeditionary Workforce
HQ USCENTCOM/CCJ
MacDill Air Force Base, Florida
Thursday, November 19, 2009
JUDITH SHEPARD CHAPMAN
http://www.judithchapman.com/Home.html
THE TROUBADOURS OF DAYTIME ... http://www.welovesoaps.net/2009/11/wls-review-troubadours-of-daytime.html a group of daytime actors who love theatre just did another fundraiser for my LA Theatre Company...ROGUE MACHINE THEATRE... http://www.roguemachinetheatre.com/ Check it out
The Rogue Machine Theatre is the hottest new theater company in LA. Only original work on the main stage. They just closed the second season.
Also check out http://www.theyoungandtherestless.com/specials/specials_detail_5016.html
Judy graduated from RHS in 1969
msjujubelle@gmail.com
THE TROUBADOURS OF DAYTIME ... http://www.welovesoaps.net/2009/11/wls-review-troubadours-of-daytime.html a group of daytime actors who love theatre just did another fundraiser for my LA Theatre Company...ROGUE MACHINE THEATRE... http://www.roguemachinetheatre.com/ Check it out
The Rogue Machine Theatre is the hottest new theater company in LA. Only original work on the main stage. They just closed the second season.
Also check out http://www.theyoungandtherestless.com/specials/specials_detail_5016.html
Judy graduated from RHS in 1969
msjujubelle@gmail.com
Wewer's (Dee Wewer) First Book of Fiction
Subject: New Book
Hi Gloria -- My first fiction book is out -- it's a little book, a stocking stuffer, about my girl Isabel. "Sure to be your pet's favorite bedtime tale".
Here is the code for a special 20% discount only for Rohawks directly to the publisher. This discount is good through December 24, 2009.
https://www.createspace.com/3408181z
use code: Y4TQ859Z
Dreams and art are windows to the soul, creating self awareness and allowing us entry into the true nature of Self.
www.wewerart.com
wewer, Class of '65
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Robert DeMotta Announces Engagement of Son, Chad
ROBERT and JAN DeMOTTA ANNOUNCE THE ENGAGEMENT OF THEIR SON, CHAD, to ELISA ALVAREZ ---- CONGRATULATIONS!
CAROL ANN HINES '65 Announces New Granddaughter!
OUR NEW GRANDDAUGHTER:
Towne Leigh Bratton
Born: November 12, 2009 6:03 p.m. in Austin, TX
6 lb 3 oz, 18 inches
Everyone is doing well!
Ken & Carol Ann Hoffman
BOB WHITE '66
November 2, 2009
S/V Silver Moon
Red Hook, St Thomas, USVI
Thank you. No, no….Thank you
I’m back in the islands preparing for the new charter season here in the islands in hopes that world economic issues do not impact business in as drastic a fashion as they did last year. With the upcoming season comes the unending list of projects to bring the boat, Silver Moon, into charter-ready condition which is no small task let me tell you.
“But,” you may gasp, “Cap’n Bob, it has been so very long since we last heard a peep out of you…. what in the world has been going on with you?” I thought you’d never ask…. and perhaps you never would have, but when has your disinterest ever deterred me from speaking my piece in one of these infrequent missives?
The past charter season wrapped up for me in late August. It had been a good first effort for Silver Moon and, all in all, we came out of things feeling pretty positive about the boat and our ability to deliver an excellent product at a very competitive rate. This next season, no longer the new kid in the neighborhood, we go up on those rates by a nice chunk, which hopefully will translate to a more attractive business for the owners. After securing Silver Moon in a protected marina on Tortola I headed to Texas for some much needed R&R.
As we approached San Antonio for landing, the dry and parched scene below shocked me. On the taxi ride to town I got to feeling like I was in Arizona what with dead grass, cracked dirt where grass used to grow, dying or dead shrubbery, livestock that preferred to just lay around rather than eat that dried out crap….geez, did I get off in the wrong city? I had certainly expected dry, but it was much worse than I had pictured.
Some of you may not have known that I have been suffering a bit from arthritis in my hips over the past year. I doubt many of you didn’t know because I’m a disgusting whiner and have taken all opportunity to expunge sympathy from everybody I’m in contact with. I am not a good sick person…not a good employee either, but that’s another story. Hey, the cartilage in my hips has long gone and I’m bone on bone and that my friends is not how it is supposed to go down. Sorry, I digress in self-aggrandizement. The short story is that I chose to fly down to Costa Rica where I had the ball and socket joint on my port side removed and replaced with titanium hardware The entire adventure was a success and I’m now walking upright without a cane like a modern man rather some Neanderthal beast of burden. That was a big part of what I’ve been up to over the past two and a half months. Post surgery I spent with my wonderfully supportive parents at the lake house on Canyon Lake and about ten days with my marvelous daughter and her crew in Keller just north of Fort Worth. Being surrounded by loving arms was huge in the healing process.
And then there was rain. I left dry and parched central Texas to arrive in the throes of the rainy season in San Jose, Costa Rica…. and I was not disappointed…. rain it did. Most days were replete with hours of steady, cool, wet, soothing rain. I was moved to do a quick music video during one such rain and those of you who dare expose yourselves to my musicality may do so at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgO4CVnOHh0
While you’re there check out other new vids featuring friend Ben Johnson. Upon my return to Texas, well what do you know, it started raining and we had some really wonderful afternoon showers with my dad’s rain gauge showing 5 inches after one two day period. Lo and behold, the parched earth came to life with long hidden wild flowers poking their noses up to grab some sun, livestock got up during the day to graze on green, succulent grasses and everything responded like you wouldn’t believe. Green… verde…verdant. Oh it was nice.
But after ten weeks stateside it was good to be back in the tropics, on the water, in the wind. Thankfully no drastic weather came through these hills while I was gone and Silver Moon was in fine fiddle when I arrived except for the gnarly growth of mildew and mold throughout the interior and a dinghy that was flat as a flitter (am I the only one who uses that term?…and what the heck is a flitter?). I’ve spent the past week addressing those issues and now it’s time to get her Bristol for the upcoming yacht show where charter brokers from around the globe come for meet and greet time with boats and crews. My best island friend and buddy Mary will be joining me as chef/mate on all charters this season so no more single handed gigs where I sail, cook, wine and dine ‘em all by my lonesome. We do well as a team and I’m confident that it will translate to increased business and profitability for all.
As I write this I’m sitting in the main salon, the western horizon has risen to hide the sun leaving the sky is ablaze in color, the 5:30 pm ferry to St. John just left the dock with three long somber blasts of his horn and a gentle breeze is coming in through the open hatch. Beans and rice for dinner, I’ll be in bed by 9. I do like it out on the water folks.
.
While in the states I’m always taken aback when sales clerks, waiters and folks on the federal payroll at the post office smile as they provide assistance and thank me for my business. It just sets me back a bit. “Why?” you might ask. Here in the islands, the U.S. and British Virgin Islands anyway, one is almost never thanked for one’s business patronage. We get in the habit of thanking them…. to which they respond with a “you’re welcome.” I don’t know if it peeves others around here like it does me - I’ve not really brought this subject up with others - but get this...I’m here to hand over to you my very hard-earned dinero, to support this business, your job and your family, to put food in your dog’s dish…and I’m thanking you? And you have the nerve to, without so much as a smile or often even eye contact, to tell me I’m welcome? I know this sounds like such a petty issue to those of you who live in a world of retail, of consumerism, of stuff, a world of competitive struggle, but it has become a big deal with me. The BVI office of tourism spends hundreds of thousands of dollars on consulting studies of how to improve their image, how to grow their economy and I can save them some of that money with this simple concept….learn to say thank you to those who make your job your livelihood.
I’ve decided…. no more thank you’s from the ole capitan when the stream should be running down hill if you get my drift.
But to those of you who have been supportive of my craziness through the years, who have offered a place to stay to a wayward sailor running from the storm, who put up with my cigars for so many years, who prayed for me when I was laid up in a Spanish- speaking hospital with a heart that had decided to go wicky wacky, who smile and tap their foot to my sometimes not-so-steady beat…. you know who you are…to you I just want to say a heart felt “thank you.” No, no…. thank you!
Fair Winds To You,
Cap’n Bob
www.silvermoonsailing.com
340-513-3174
S/V Silver Moon
Red Hook, St Thomas, USVI
Thank you. No, no….Thank you
I’m back in the islands preparing for the new charter season here in the islands in hopes that world economic issues do not impact business in as drastic a fashion as they did last year. With the upcoming season comes the unending list of projects to bring the boat, Silver Moon, into charter-ready condition which is no small task let me tell you.
“But,” you may gasp, “Cap’n Bob, it has been so very long since we last heard a peep out of you…. what in the world has been going on with you?” I thought you’d never ask…. and perhaps you never would have, but when has your disinterest ever deterred me from speaking my piece in one of these infrequent missives?
The past charter season wrapped up for me in late August. It had been a good first effort for Silver Moon and, all in all, we came out of things feeling pretty positive about the boat and our ability to deliver an excellent product at a very competitive rate. This next season, no longer the new kid in the neighborhood, we go up on those rates by a nice chunk, which hopefully will translate to a more attractive business for the owners. After securing Silver Moon in a protected marina on Tortola I headed to Texas for some much needed R&R.
As we approached San Antonio for landing, the dry and parched scene below shocked me. On the taxi ride to town I got to feeling like I was in Arizona what with dead grass, cracked dirt where grass used to grow, dying or dead shrubbery, livestock that preferred to just lay around rather than eat that dried out crap….geez, did I get off in the wrong city? I had certainly expected dry, but it was much worse than I had pictured.
Some of you may not have known that I have been suffering a bit from arthritis in my hips over the past year. I doubt many of you didn’t know because I’m a disgusting whiner and have taken all opportunity to expunge sympathy from everybody I’m in contact with. I am not a good sick person…not a good employee either, but that’s another story. Hey, the cartilage in my hips has long gone and I’m bone on bone and that my friends is not how it is supposed to go down. Sorry, I digress in self-aggrandizement. The short story is that I chose to fly down to Costa Rica where I had the ball and socket joint on my port side removed and replaced with titanium hardware The entire adventure was a success and I’m now walking upright without a cane like a modern man rather some Neanderthal beast of burden. That was a big part of what I’ve been up to over the past two and a half months. Post surgery I spent with my wonderfully supportive parents at the lake house on Canyon Lake and about ten days with my marvelous daughter and her crew in Keller just north of Fort Worth. Being surrounded by loving arms was huge in the healing process.
And then there was rain. I left dry and parched central Texas to arrive in the throes of the rainy season in San Jose, Costa Rica…. and I was not disappointed…. rain it did. Most days were replete with hours of steady, cool, wet, soothing rain. I was moved to do a quick music video during one such rain and those of you who dare expose yourselves to my musicality may do so at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgO4CVnOHh0
While you’re there check out other new vids featuring friend Ben Johnson. Upon my return to Texas, well what do you know, it started raining and we had some really wonderful afternoon showers with my dad’s rain gauge showing 5 inches after one two day period. Lo and behold, the parched earth came to life with long hidden wild flowers poking their noses up to grab some sun, livestock got up during the day to graze on green, succulent grasses and everything responded like you wouldn’t believe. Green… verde…verdant. Oh it was nice.
But after ten weeks stateside it was good to be back in the tropics, on the water, in the wind. Thankfully no drastic weather came through these hills while I was gone and Silver Moon was in fine fiddle when I arrived except for the gnarly growth of mildew and mold throughout the interior and a dinghy that was flat as a flitter (am I the only one who uses that term?…and what the heck is a flitter?). I’ve spent the past week addressing those issues and now it’s time to get her Bristol for the upcoming yacht show where charter brokers from around the globe come for meet and greet time with boats and crews. My best island friend and buddy Mary will be joining me as chef/mate on all charters this season so no more single handed gigs where I sail, cook, wine and dine ‘em all by my lonesome. We do well as a team and I’m confident that it will translate to increased business and profitability for all.
As I write this I’m sitting in the main salon, the western horizon has risen to hide the sun leaving the sky is ablaze in color, the 5:30 pm ferry to St. John just left the dock with three long somber blasts of his horn and a gentle breeze is coming in through the open hatch. Beans and rice for dinner, I’ll be in bed by 9. I do like it out on the water folks.
.
While in the states I’m always taken aback when sales clerks, waiters and folks on the federal payroll at the post office smile as they provide assistance and thank me for my business. It just sets me back a bit. “Why?” you might ask. Here in the islands, the U.S. and British Virgin Islands anyway, one is almost never thanked for one’s business patronage. We get in the habit of thanking them…. to which they respond with a “you’re welcome.” I don’t know if it peeves others around here like it does me - I’ve not really brought this subject up with others - but get this...I’m here to hand over to you my very hard-earned dinero, to support this business, your job and your family, to put food in your dog’s dish…and I’m thanking you? And you have the nerve to, without so much as a smile or often even eye contact, to tell me I’m welcome? I know this sounds like such a petty issue to those of you who live in a world of retail, of consumerism, of stuff, a world of competitive struggle, but it has become a big deal with me. The BVI office of tourism spends hundreds of thousands of dollars on consulting studies of how to improve their image, how to grow their economy and I can save them some of that money with this simple concept….learn to say thank you to those who make your job your livelihood.
I’ve decided…. no more thank you’s from the ole capitan when the stream should be running down hill if you get my drift.
But to those of you who have been supportive of my craziness through the years, who have offered a place to stay to a wayward sailor running from the storm, who put up with my cigars for so many years, who prayed for me when I was laid up in a Spanish- speaking hospital with a heart that had decided to go wicky wacky, who smile and tap their foot to my sometimes not-so-steady beat…. you know who you are…to you I just want to say a heart felt “thank you.” No, no…. thank you!
Fair Winds To You,
Cap’n Bob
www.silvermoonsailing.com
340-513-3174
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Post from Wewer '65
Hi Gloria!
My book, Artful Dreaming is now available in a full color edition via amazon AND
the black and white version and Nightscapes journal have been reduced in price for the holidays. If you want a picture of the new color cover,
let me know. Here's where the Rohawks can find the books:
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=wewer+keohane&x=11&y=22 (direct link to books)Hope all is well.
love, wewer
Dee Wewer '65
My book, Artful Dreaming is now available in a full color edition via amazon AND
the black and white version and Nightscapes journal have been reduced in price for the holidays. If you want a picture of the new color cover,
let me know. Here's where the Rohawks can find the books:
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=wewer+keohane&x=11&y=22 (direct link to books)Hope all is well.
love, wewer
Dee Wewer '65
Post from CHUCK ELSEY
Wanted to send you this video of my vacation back in July at Oshkosh. Really had a great time. For those of you that love airplanes as I do............this is the place to be. This video captures the flavor of the event. Can't wait to smell that fresh Jet A & 100LL next year. http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=nKU0uQki5Dc
Hope all is well with everyone.
Chuck Elsey
Class of '67
Hope all is well with everyone.
Chuck Elsey
Class of '67
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
JERRY BALL '65
Gloria,
Two weeks ago, my oldest son Richard and his family flew down from Virginia to visit for a week. My daughter Janna drove over from Houston and, of course, Daniel lives with us. On Saturday afternoon, Richard and his wife Kathy said they were headed out to Starbucks for some coffee, but they really went to the airport and brought my second son Scott back to spend the weekend. It was a total surprise. It was the first time I had all four of my "kids" together since 2001.
This shot was taken at my parents' house. In the back row are my parents, Kathy, Richard, Janna, and Scott. In the front row are my sister Janet (RHS '67), Daniel, Richard and Kathy's daughter Ava sitting on Calla's lap, and me.
I think you met Richard, Kathy, Janna, and Daniel when you came to my retirement worship service.
Interestingly, I hadn't told my parents in advance that Richard, Kathy, and Ava were coming so when we arrived at their house I asked Mom if it was a surprise. She said, "Well, not really. I saw on Richard's Facebook page that he had bought tickets for Texas, so I figured we'd see him soon." I hadn't known that Mom did Facebook!
Jerry
Friday, September 25, 2009
NANCY OLSEN GIAMBALVO '65 - NOW A GRANDMA!!!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
CIVIL FLY-IN - RANDOLPH AFB, TX
Hi Gloria,
Knowing that there are many civil pilots among the Randolph alumni, you may want to post the following letter informing aviators of a civil fly-in at Randolph on October 10th. This event was originally scheduled to occur in April, but weather forced a cancellation.Hope your dad is doing well.
Blue skies,Doug Greenleaf
Fellow Aviators,
Hello again from Randolph Air Force Base! As promised, the event you all signed up for in April is back on and rescheduled for 10 Oct 2009. Up until the 11th hour I was looking forward to the vast amount of GA aircraft that planned to land on this base. If you are able to take that Saturday of the Columbus Day weekend and make it out here, I would love to try this one more time and have your airplanes on the ramp.
The process is the same as before regarding the simple Form 2402. Please provide all the requested data on the front and back of the form. Specifically, fill out Block 2 (User) Section b (Individual or First Corporate Officer) and then on the back Block 5 (Remarks). This form needs to be mailed back to the address on the back of the form and received no later than the Wednesday (7 Oct) prior to the event.
Please circulate the attached flyer to anyone you know that might be interested in the event.
I look forward to meeting you all once again and seeing some of those awesome airplanes from the local area. If you have any questions you can contact me at the number and email below or at flight.safety@randolph.af.mil.
Respectfully,
Hambone
DOUGLAS A. HAMLIN, Lt Col, USAFChief of Flight Safety, 12FTW/SEFDSN: 487-2224Comm: (210)652-2224Email: douglas.hamlin-02@randolph.af.mil
NOTE FROM GLORIA: Could not get the forms on this post at this time. I'm sure if you email the person above he can provide same. Thanks
Knowing that there are many civil pilots among the Randolph alumni, you may want to post the following letter informing aviators of a civil fly-in at Randolph on October 10th. This event was originally scheduled to occur in April, but weather forced a cancellation.Hope your dad is doing well.
Blue skies,Doug Greenleaf
Fellow Aviators,
Hello again from Randolph Air Force Base! As promised, the event you all signed up for in April is back on and rescheduled for 10 Oct 2009. Up until the 11th hour I was looking forward to the vast amount of GA aircraft that planned to land on this base. If you are able to take that Saturday of the Columbus Day weekend and make it out here, I would love to try this one more time and have your airplanes on the ramp.
The process is the same as before regarding the simple Form 2402. Please provide all the requested data on the front and back of the form. Specifically, fill out Block 2 (User) Section b (Individual or First Corporate Officer) and then on the back Block 5 (Remarks). This form needs to be mailed back to the address on the back of the form and received no later than the Wednesday (7 Oct) prior to the event.
Please circulate the attached flyer to anyone you know that might be interested in the event.
I look forward to meeting you all once again and seeing some of those awesome airplanes from the local area. If you have any questions you can contact me at the number and email below or at flight.safety@randolph.af.mil.
Respectfully,
Hambone
DOUGLAS A. HAMLIN, Lt Col, USAFChief of Flight Safety, 12FTW/SEFDSN: 487-2224Comm: (210)652-2224Email: douglas.hamlin-02@randolph.af.mil
NOTE FROM GLORIA: Could not get the forms on this post at this time. I'm sure if you email the person above he can provide same. Thanks
Saturday, August 29, 2009
MARY-LOU SWEZEY '66
Graduated class of '66 at Randolph High. Went on to attend the University of Hawaii, but lasted only a few weeks as I met my husband to be the second day after I arrived in Hawaii in June. We were married in February of '67 in Michigan (I was too young for Ohio). Five pregnancies from eighteen to twenty-three and three beautiful children. We will celebrate our 43rd anniversary this February! Worked for the Erie County Clerk of Courts for almost nineteen years (fifteen as supervisor of the Erie County Auto Title Department). Had to retire ten years ago with a medical retirement and have just been taking it one day at a time since. That's my life since graduation in a nutshell. Hope I didn't bore anyone.
Mary-Lou Swezey DeWitt
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
JERRY BALL '65
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Gloria,
I got to travel with my sister Janet (RHS, '67) to Fort Benning, GA this month to give the oath of office to Jan's daughter Lori Montgomery as Lori graduated from Officer Candidate School. I also swore Lori into the Army in 2003 when she enlisted so this was a special treat to be asked to participate again.
This picture was taken right after I administered the oath next to the flagpole. I was signing the paperwork while now-2Lt Montgomery beamed in the background.
I am so proud of her - and all the men and women who wear "the Nation's cloth."
Jerry '65
Monday, August 17, 2009
THE BEACH BOYS KOKOMO REMIX
This is very well done ... The Beach Boys Kokomo Remix
This is what happens when you have U.S. soldiers and Marines with a little free time on their hands with audio-video equipment with a great sense of humor. You just gotta' LOVE our young servicemen working in those horrid conditions and still have this GREAT sense of humor ! Turn on sound click on attachments and enjoy.... SUPPORT OUR TROOPS
Submitted by Carol Turnipseed Haberle '64
This is what happens when you have U.S. soldiers and Marines with a little free time on their hands with audio-video equipment with a great sense of humor. You just gotta' LOVE our young servicemen working in those horrid conditions and still have this GREAT sense of humor ! Turn on sound click on attachments and enjoy.... SUPPORT OUR TROOPS
Submitted by Carol Turnipseed Haberle '64
WOODSTOCK STORY
I don't know if this is true or not - but it could have been. DID ANYBODY HERE GO TO WOODSTOCK? - I know I didn't because I was having a baby. I guess I could have had her there at Woodstock but instead I opted for San Antonio. Read on ~~~ Peace
To Be Old and in Woodstock
By GAIL COLLINS
http://www.nytimes.com/ref/opinion/collins-bio.html
Forty years ago this weekend, I was at the Woodstock concert, and now I am getting alarmed about all the retrospectives. They’re beginning to make me feel like Frank Buckles, the 108-year-old last surviving veteran of World War I. Although I will never come up with a line as good as Frank’s secret to a long life. (“When you start to die, don’t.”)
Also, it has brought back my concern about the fact that I do not have any memory whatsoever of having heard any music. Woodstock-wise, I am the walking definition of anhedonia.
I spent a lot of time trying to talk a state policeman into helping me charge the battery on the car I had borrowed from my boyfriend. And, having left the picnic basket behind on the front porch, I was in charge of finding food for myself, my brother and the six friends who came with us. This took a great deal of time, and involved making my way to a little town down the road, where the store shelves had been stripped nearly bare and the people seemed to feel as if they were living out an episode of “The Twilight Zone.”
Fortunately, it turned out that eight people could live on peanut butter and marshmallow fluff for much longer than you might imagine.
But it was still a great adventure. The lesson I took away from it is that whenever anybody asks you to do something off the wall, you should really try to do it — unless it involves being unethical or a two-plane connection. You might not enjoy it while it’s going on, but somewhere down the line the anecdotes will always come in handy.
When I was actually at Woodstock, it never occurred to me anybody was going to want to discuss it 40 years down the road. In fact, the only time I envisioned the concert having any impact on my future was on the way home when I decided all of us were going to die in a massive traffic jam.
It was already dark when a girl walked up to my car — which was easy to approach, since we hadn’t moved for several hours — and said something like: “All the people ahead are going to sleep, so you might as well just settle down for the night.”
Then she gave me a flower and walked away. This was a sweet gesture, but I was so overwhelmed by the wish that the flower was, say, a saltine cracker, that I didn’t really respond.
As the hours slowly ticked by, I decided that the cars were never going to move again — and that months later rescuers would find our desiccated bodies, some collapsed behind the wheel, others slumped over the glove compartment where they expired while searching for a stray cough drop.
I fantasized that this mass tragedy would cause all the people over 30 to regret the terrible way that they had ignored the wise advice that the younger generation had been offering on how to run the world. Then the much-discussed revolution would finally occur, the world would achieve peace and harmony and we would be remembered as the Woodstock Martyrs who made it all happen.
Or, you know, we might just decide to get out of the cars and walk.
The Woodstock-mania must drive young people crazy since it is yet another reminder that the baby-boom generation is never going to stop talking about the stuff it did, and that when they are old themselves there will probably still be some 108-year-old telling them how everybody slept in the mud but that it was worth it because Janis Joplin sounded so awesome and the people were all mellow.
Current younger generation, I know you would be equally good-natured if you found yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere, cut off from the world with 400,000 other people and a bunch of bands. But it will never happen because although you will have many, many fine adventures of your own, you will never be cut off.
My sister-in-law Laura just got back from the Lollapalooza concert in Chicago, which was the exact opposite of Woodstock in the sense that it was an extremely pleasant way for a middle-aged person to spend a weekend.
The thing that struck her most — besides the misting tents, the lobster corndogs and the truffled popcorn — was that “at any point you could look around and 50 percent of the people were texting or reading a text. Which is fine for keeping in touch, but I wonder how truly involved you can get with the music.”
As the person who went to Woodstock and didn’t see the concert, I can’t really comment on that last point. But 40 years ago, I knew eight people who would have killed for that lobster corndog.
To Be Old and in Woodstock
By GAIL COLLINS
http://www.nytimes.com/ref/opinion/collins-bio.html
Forty years ago this weekend, I was at the Woodstock concert, and now I am getting alarmed about all the retrospectives. They’re beginning to make me feel like Frank Buckles, the 108-year-old last surviving veteran of World War I. Although I will never come up with a line as good as Frank’s secret to a long life. (“When you start to die, don’t.”)
Also, it has brought back my concern about the fact that I do not have any memory whatsoever of having heard any music. Woodstock-wise, I am the walking definition of anhedonia.
I spent a lot of time trying to talk a state policeman into helping me charge the battery on the car I had borrowed from my boyfriend. And, having left the picnic basket behind on the front porch, I was in charge of finding food for myself, my brother and the six friends who came with us. This took a great deal of time, and involved making my way to a little town down the road, where the store shelves had been stripped nearly bare and the people seemed to feel as if they were living out an episode of “The Twilight Zone.”
Fortunately, it turned out that eight people could live on peanut butter and marshmallow fluff for much longer than you might imagine.
But it was still a great adventure. The lesson I took away from it is that whenever anybody asks you to do something off the wall, you should really try to do it — unless it involves being unethical or a two-plane connection. You might not enjoy it while it’s going on, but somewhere down the line the anecdotes will always come in handy.
When I was actually at Woodstock, it never occurred to me anybody was going to want to discuss it 40 years down the road. In fact, the only time I envisioned the concert having any impact on my future was on the way home when I decided all of us were going to die in a massive traffic jam.
It was already dark when a girl walked up to my car — which was easy to approach, since we hadn’t moved for several hours — and said something like: “All the people ahead are going to sleep, so you might as well just settle down for the night.”
Then she gave me a flower and walked away. This was a sweet gesture, but I was so overwhelmed by the wish that the flower was, say, a saltine cracker, that I didn’t really respond.
As the hours slowly ticked by, I decided that the cars were never going to move again — and that months later rescuers would find our desiccated bodies, some collapsed behind the wheel, others slumped over the glove compartment where they expired while searching for a stray cough drop.
I fantasized that this mass tragedy would cause all the people over 30 to regret the terrible way that they had ignored the wise advice that the younger generation had been offering on how to run the world. Then the much-discussed revolution would finally occur, the world would achieve peace and harmony and we would be remembered as the Woodstock Martyrs who made it all happen.
Or, you know, we might just decide to get out of the cars and walk.
The Woodstock-mania must drive young people crazy since it is yet another reminder that the baby-boom generation is never going to stop talking about the stuff it did, and that when they are old themselves there will probably still be some 108-year-old telling them how everybody slept in the mud but that it was worth it because Janis Joplin sounded so awesome and the people were all mellow.
Current younger generation, I know you would be equally good-natured if you found yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere, cut off from the world with 400,000 other people and a bunch of bands. But it will never happen because although you will have many, many fine adventures of your own, you will never be cut off.
My sister-in-law Laura just got back from the Lollapalooza concert in Chicago, which was the exact opposite of Woodstock in the sense that it was an extremely pleasant way for a middle-aged person to spend a weekend.
The thing that struck her most — besides the misting tents, the lobster corndogs and the truffled popcorn — was that “at any point you could look around and 50 percent of the people were texting or reading a text. Which is fine for keeping in touch, but I wonder how truly involved you can get with the music.”
As the person who went to Woodstock and didn’t see the concert, I can’t really comment on that last point. But 40 years ago, I knew eight people who would have killed for that lobster corndog.
FOR AIRPLANE LOVERS
The airplanes in the attached video are all airplanes like the one I just built & fly. I watched this as it was taking place over Oshkosh Air Adventure 2009. It makes me very proud that I could build & fly and airplane of this caliber.
Chuck Elsey, 67'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWIMXXXRYro
Chuck Elsey, 67'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWIMXXXRYro
Saturday, August 15, 2009
ROBERT ('65) and JAN DEMOTTA
August 12, 2009
Hi, Gloria,
Took a little trip to Colorado to get away from the Texas heat. We drank a couple glasses of wine and decided to go to the top of the mountain on horse back for dinner even though we don't ride! At the end of the night we thought we were Roy Rogers and Dale Evans!
Small world! As we were leaving the Denver airport we ran into Bill B. and Mike W.! Should have taken pics but were trying to catch the plane!
Hi, Gloria,
Took a little trip to Colorado to get away from the Texas heat. We drank a couple glasses of wine and decided to go to the top of the mountain on horse back for dinner even though we don't ride! At the end of the night we thought we were Roy Rogers and Dale Evans!
Small world! As we were leaving the Denver airport we ran into Bill B. and Mike W.! Should have taken pics but were trying to catch the plane!
Jan and Robert DeMotta ('65)
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
LIEBERMAN, BOWERMAN and BUEKER
John Lieberman came to visit his mom and dad in San Antonio and asked me to facilitate a lunch for him and try to find a few of his friends.... voila! (the only French I know after two years of French). Lunch at Macaroni Grille in Selma.These guys hadn't seen each other in 42 years! First we found Jeff Bowerman who had been hiding in Schertz all these years. Jeff '66 married Jan Bueker '67 forty years ago. Jeff enlisted in the Air Force right after graduating high school. He eventually became an air traffic controller and was actually stationed at Randolph for 7 years. Jeff was medically discharged after 22 years. Jan (a nurse who works at the VA Hospital in San Antonio in the spinal cord injury ward) and Jeff have 2 sons and 6 grandchildren. Through Jeff and Jan we found Jan's brother, Bob Bueker '66 and his wife Terese (a retired oil and gas analyst) who have also been married 40 years. Bob graduated from Texas A&M as an architect and is semi retired. Bob and Terese live in Houston, have one daughter and 3 grandsons. 
We spent 2 hours catching up and taking pictures. Many thanks to Kathy and Linda for being there ... and for being very dear friends and thanks to John for notifying me of his trip here from Shreveport, La where he resides. (Click on these pictures to see emails for Bob, Jeff and John).
We spent 2 hours catching up and taking pictures. Many thanks to Kathy and Linda for being there ... and for being very dear friends and thanks to John for notifying me of his trip here from Shreveport, La where he resides. (Click on these pictures to see emails for Bob, Jeff and John).
WOW! What a great gathering. I can't thank you enough, Gloria, for helping to put this together. It was the first time I'd seen Jeff since our mini-reunion at the Officers' Club back in '85 and the first time I'd seen Bob and Jan since Graduation in '66. It was great to see you and Kathy and Linda again, too, after our big gathering in New Braunfels last September. I'm hoping to make it home again somewhere around Thanksgiving. I'll let you know as plans come together. Maybe we can do it again -- with a few more additions! 8<{)John Lieberman
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John,
I am elated to have made contact with a few of my fellow Ro-Hawks and begin to reconstruct some of the past, the memories of which I have misplaced somewhere in my addled brain. I have little capacity to recall past events by my own efforts, but the recall of others seems to stimulate my ability to recall those specific areas of loss. In a way it's a little funny - I didn't lose any limbs or organs in the wreck, but I did lose portions of my memory.
I am looking forward to the next get together and will stay in touch.
Bob Bueker
I am elated to have made contact with a few of my fellow Ro-Hawks and begin to reconstruct some of the past, the memories of which I have misplaced somewhere in my addled brain. I have little capacity to recall past events by my own efforts, but the recall of others seems to stimulate my ability to recall those specific areas of loss. In a way it's a little funny - I didn't lose any limbs or organs in the wreck, but I did lose portions of my memory.
I am looking forward to the next get together and will stay in touch.
Bob Bueker
Saturday, August 01, 2009
DAILY QUESTIONS ON AGING CARE
http://www.agingcare.com/?utm_source=DailyQuestions&utm_medium=Email&utm_term=July+31%2c+2009&utm_campaign=DailyQuestions%2B-%2BJuly+31%2c+2009
This link has helped me a great deal on caring for and understanding my parents as they've aged.
Gloria
This link has helped me a great deal on caring for and understanding my parents as they've aged.
Gloria
JUKEBOX MUSIC FROM THE PAST
http://www.upchucky.com/
Check out this web site - some cool things - Especially the Jukebox.... music for any era. Enjoy!!!
Check out this web site - some cool things - Especially the Jukebox.... music for any era. Enjoy!!!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
DONNA GRIECO MURRELL '65 - A Saturday in July
Donna and Gloria at Chic-fil-A in Selma/Universal City, Tx
How does this thing work anyway?
Donna Grieco Murrell met me at Chic-fil-a for lunch on Saturday .... and some of you know how much I LOVE Chic-fil-a..... we had a great time catching up. On the way to the restaurant we passed Carl Meade Parkway = so that's me taking a picture of the street sign and the parkway.... that leads to a park in Universal City. I knew there was a street named after Carl but I had never actually seen it. (Remember? Carl is a '68 grad and a former astronaut). Anyway, I digress - Donna still lives in Universal City with her husband George. Donna is still working but is fortunate to be working from her home on her computer. Donna's dad has passed but her mom is still with us and living at Autumn Winds in Universal City.
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