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KHS65 MAKE IT A HABIT!LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.comBlogger397125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-16089376528333876842023-12-27T22:31:00.003-06:002023-12-27T22:31:55.923-06:00KHS65 AUTHOR PAR EXCELLENCE PUBLISHES YET ANOTHER TOME, SUSAN CROCE KELLY MAKING US PROUD AGAIN!<p><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"> Here is the news release about Susan's latest book. She is not only living in the southern part of our state, not too far from the Ozarks, but she has published a biography of an amazing woman of the Missouri Ozarks. As a person who has enjoyed the area since childhood, I am excited to learn about this woman, her story so beautifully told by our own Susan. I'm taking my copy next time I expect to see Susan so she can autograph it for me! Thank you Susan for being one of our KHS65 STARS, making us look so good for so long. Such a group we are!! Happy New Year to everyone, we all need a GREAT new year, with the rest of the world too~</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>An Independent Woman,
Changing Times, And A Bully Pulpit:</b></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>NEWSPAPERWOMAN
OF THE OZARKS Traces the life of an Ozarks Icon</b></i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Before
the word Ozarks was synonymous with the idea of goofy hillbillies,
fast boats, and family vacations, it was a place where real people
lived their lives day-to-day and learned about the world from their
local newspapers. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lucile
Morris Upton was one of the people who made reading newspapers
worthwhile, and she is the subject of a new biography published by
the University of Arkansas Press this year: </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Newspaperwoman
of the Ozarks: the Live & Times of Lucile Morris Upton,</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">
by Susan Croce Kelly.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"> <span style="font-size: small;">One
hundred years ago (1923), when Upton traded her teaching job for </span><span style="font-size: small;">a
reporter’s notebook, she had no idea that during her career, she
would rub </span><span style="font-size: small;">shoulders
with presidents, fly with aviation pioneer Wiley Post, cover the
worst single killing of US police officers in the twentieth century,
write an acclaimed book on the vigilante group known as the Bald
Knobbers, and chart the growth of tourism in the Ozarks. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Between
and during all that, however, she may have been best known as half of
the Lucile Morris Upton-Betty Love reporter-photographer duo sent by
the </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Springfield News
& Leader</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> to
cover everything from murders and bank robberies to centennial
celebrations and Ozarks folkways, often making the news as much as
reporting on it. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
her retirement, she </span><span style="font-size: small;">put
her experience to good use as a member of the Springfield City
Council, </span><span style="font-size: small;">played a large
part in seeing that Wilson’s Creek became a National Civil War
Battlefield and the Nathan Boone Home in Ash Grove was made a State
Historic Site. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Told
largely through Upton’s own words, this insightful biography
captures the excitement of being on the front lines of newsgathering
in the days when the whole world depended on newspapers to find out
what was happening.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ozarks
folksinger, writer, and raconteur Marideth Sisco says of the book,
“To call this work a significant contribution to the history of the
Ozarks is an understatement. Author Susan Croce Kelly grasps the
importance of Lucile Morris Upton in the development of the Ozarks,
charting the events of Upton’s life with an understanding of the
characters involved in their historical context. This is an important
and enjoyable read.” </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kelly</span></span><span style="font-size: small;">,
a former reporter at Upton’s own </span><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Springfield
News-Leader </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">and the
</span><i><span style="font-size: small;">St. Louis
Globe-Democrat, </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">is</span></span><span style="font-size: small;">
the author of two award-winning books on the history of old US
66: </span><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Route
66: The Highway and Its People</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> (University
of Oklahoma Press), and </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Father
of Route 66, the Story of Cy Avery. </i></span><span style="font-size: small;">She
is also managing editor of </span><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; padding: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">OzarksWatch</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Magazine
</i></span><span style="font-size: small;">for Missouri State
University’s Ozarks Studies Institute.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The
book is available in local book stores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon,
and through the University of Arkansas Press distribution center
(1-800-621-2736).</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>To
talk with the author, arrange book signings, or set up speaking
engagements, contact Susan Croce Kelly at </i></span><span style="color: #0563c1;"><u><a href="mailto:susancrocekelly@gmail.com"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>susancrocekelly@gmail.com</i></span></a></u></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>,
573-569-1585</i></span></p>
<p></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-63383961387253725352023-12-14T10:34:00.002-06:002023-12-14T10:34:55.966-06:00Another of our wonderful KHS65 GIRLS passes away, RIP Susan Wallach Rothenheber<p> <span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">I am so sorry to have to post the way-too-early death of another of our classmembers. Susan Wallach died on 7th December. Please go here: <a href="https://www.stlfuneral.com/obituaries/Susan-Rothenheber/#!/Obituary" target="_blank">https://www.stlfuneral.com/obituaries/Susan-Rothenheber/#!/Obituary </a>to read her obituary and see her photo. You can also scroll down the right side of this blog to the image of our PIONEER yearbook and click it then go to page 220 for Sue's entry. She went to Mizzou too. I am so sorry I lost contact with her in more recent years; for a long time we corresponded regularly. She and her hubby lived in Frontenac, near the border with Des Peres, just off Bopp Road, not far from where I lived for awhile at KHS & later in Harwood Hills. Her dad was a well-known coach around town, either at one of the colleges or another high school...somewhere in my archives I have a record of it, but I think some of our classmates may remember. I hope she did not linger in ill health for some long time, none of us deserves that and she certainly didn't. RIP Sue!</span><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-49470757646245825332023-12-09T15:47:00.006-06:002023-12-09T15:58:48.121-06:00Barbara Pinkley Moore passed away this summer.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> We learned this summer that Barb passed away in Bradenton, Florida where she lived for many years. There was no obituary but I was in touch with a grand-daughter who kept me posted as she encouraged her family to get one written! Finally, a skeletal one was written which she sent to me but she added more information. Here is what we have. So sad that another of our classmates has left us. </span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFiSHrhJ61FlufcbZH7KLcRAjUgXiBe4peu0dxrOyhpJiQf1cHMwjFMDx4x6N9fVQrMMNHwI9shKOooWKWrYwABLNI6lEaprA-he8CTzl9pS0m4597vJVAQ1-fpJMuCz-jGMsuZzZe06SY4BlvLISAxRu_EKfgHffDyECXXJLrMH_gG5sggkwC78gXNyY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1520" data-original-width="1290" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFiSHrhJ61FlufcbZH7KLcRAjUgXiBe4peu0dxrOyhpJiQf1cHMwjFMDx4x6N9fVQrMMNHwI9shKOooWKWrYwABLNI6lEaprA-he8CTzl9pS0m4597vJVAQ1-fpJMuCz-jGMsuZzZe06SY4BlvLISAxRu_EKfgHffDyECXXJLrMH_gG5sggkwC78gXNyY=w398-h468" width="398" /></a></div><p></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-68710356520496605712023-11-13T23:34:00.000-06:002023-11-13T23:34:39.886-06:00Time to share Christmas Cheer and Party Hearty!<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Everyone don your fun <span style="color: red;">Christmas</span> sweaters or <span style="color: red;">Kirkwood</span> garb and join your classmates on December 9th, starting at 6:30pm at sweet Karen Lowe Adams' house for good food, libations, reminiscing and fun. Her address is 1459 Lark Avenue (Sugar Creek Ranch subdivision); Couch Avenue to west on Lark and straight down to her house on the right. Lark is just south of Adams Avenue just west of Kirkwood Park - you would turn left (south) off of Adams onto Couch then right onto Lark - or just follow your GPS! Karen's phone # is 314 965 2909 - please RSVP to her so we have some idea of attendance. Please do not publish her street address or phone # on any of your on-line places. You can certainly ask people to contact you for the information. Karen is always a gracious hostess, and will welcome your food or beverage contribution to the party - appetizers, bottles of wine, etc. etc. but it is not mandatory to bring a food or drink to attend! There is always plenty to satiate us one way or the other and usually leftovers because we seem to love to talk more than eat! And if you find you can attend at the last minute, go ahead and join us! But it will help if we have an idea of the number of attendees. Meantime have a great Thanksgiving, and <span style="color: red;">GO PIONEERS</span>!<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">We are working on finding our classmates that we aren't already in contact with so if you have current contact information on any classmate, please let me know as soon as you can so we don't waste time and effort calling/contacting folks for whom we already have information. Thanks so very much! leslie@khs65.com or 636 220 2442 will find me wherever I am.</span><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-54553638875002303122023-09-13T21:44:00.001-05:002023-09-13T21:44:47.103-05:00SHARON HOLT WYMAN'S OBITUARY 11/16/1946 - 7/22/2022<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks to Pat Moisio I have just today received the obituary of our classmate Sharon Ann Holt Amelung Wyman. I knew Sharon at KHS, I believe we had a class or two together, but later in my computer company days, McDonnell Douglas Field Service Co., I met and worked with her husband Bob Wyman. Bob is now married to our classmate Sharon Merritt whom I knew better as we went to Robinson School together and were in Scouts together. Herewith Sharon's obituary, another gone earlier than should have been.</span></p><p></p><p>"Amelung Wyman, Sharon Ann (nee Holt) died peacefully, surrounded by her family on July 22 at the age of 75. Born to Robert C. Jr. and Lettie Holt on November 16th, 1946 in Nashville, TN, the family moved to Kirkwood in 1955. She was married twice, first to Scott Amelung and later to Robert Wyman, but was a fiercely independent woman in her later years. Each Marriage produced one child: Christopher (Sarah Horton) Amelung and Noelle (Scott Roth) Wyman Roth. She was a lover of music, literature, gardening and animals. She is also survived by her brother Robert (Gay) Holt III, 5 grandchildren, 2 great-grandchildren, nieces, nephews and cousins....In lieu of flowers the family requests donations in Sharon's name to the Endangered Wolf Center, the St. Louis Zoo or the MO Humane Society." You might remember, if my memory serves, that Sharon's brother Bob was a writer/reporter for the St. Louis Post Dispatch in the past. <br /></p><p>I joked with Bob that he had married two KHS65 girls both named Sharon, wondering if there was a reason? There is a good story about how I met Bob and he discovered I too was a KHS65 girl; it's much too long to type, but come to some of our KHS65 "do's" and I might tell it!<br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-27558136883718019012023-06-18T15:52:00.004-05:002023-06-18T15:57:30.354-05:00Poet Laureate Alan Yount and son Arlen writing poetry together - doesn't get much better than this especially on Father's Day!<p> From my Facebook post of today, 18 June 2023:<br /></p><div><div dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":Rahlaul9l5bb9l5qq75b5klbaH2:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Oh my goodness, KHS65 folks AND anyone interested in jazz music, Duke Ellington, trumpets or just easy listening, check this out. I've been waiting for 2 months to post this today but had to wait until it was first published on Jerry Jazz Musician website. Our class poet, Alan Yount (The Count from our high school dance band years), and his son have written poetry together. It is published today as Sunday Poem but really it's a series of several, about Alan and his dad's <span><a tabindex="-1"></a></span>visit to a performance of Duke Ellington in 1964. Even if you're not a big poetry fan, you should read it. Read it with your father or son if one is at hand. At the end of the poems Arlen and Alan read the poetry so you can hear the words. There is a blurb about each one of them at the very end. I am so excited to be able to bring this to you all. Alan had a serious heart attack awhile back and can't travel much, and if you read my posts you may have seen that Alan's mom recently died at age 102; dying of natural causes very peacefully and not in any pain or distress. Check back a couple of months on my FB posts. A wonderful family, and Alan is still playing that trumpet! Think back to the dances on Friday nights at the KHS cafeteria OR the gym when his band played for our dances! Fond memories - <span><span class="x1n2onr6"><div class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz" role="button" tabindex="0"><span style="color: #f1765e; font-weight: bold;">congratulations </span>to US for having such talented contemporaries, still making a difference! Enjoy and again Happy Father's Day! The below link takes you to the page where you'll see Sunday Poem on the right then scroll down a bit to see the beginning of the poem on the left....then keep reading until you've seen the short bios of both Alan and Arlen.<br /></div><div class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz" role="button" tabindex="0"> </div><div class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz" role="button" tabindex="0"><a href="https://jerryjazzmusician.com/the-sunday-poem-duke-ellingtons-big-band-orchestra-live-at-basin-street-east-new-york-city-summer-1964-by-alan-and-arlan-yount/" target="_blank">https://jerryjazzmusician.com/the-sunday-poem-duke-ellingtons-big-band-orchestra-live-at-basin-street-east-new-york-city-summer-1964-by-alan-and-arlan-yount/ <br /></a></div></span></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><div class="x1n2onr6" id=":Rahlaul9l5bb9l5qq75b5klbaH3:"><div class="x1n2onr6"><div class="xmjcpbm x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z"><div class="x1nb4dca x1q0q8m5 xso031l x1exxf4d x13fuv20 x178xt8z x78zum5 x1q0g3np x1n2onr6"><div class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x1iyjqo2 xw2csxc x1odjw0f xz9dl7a x1pi30zi xsag5q8 x1swvt13" id=":R5pkkpqhlaul9l5bb9l5qq75b5klba:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><a href="https://jerryjazzmusician.com/the-sunday-poem-duke-ellingtons-big-band-orchestra-live-at-basin-street-east-new-york-city-summer-1964-by-alan-and-arlan-yount/" target="_blank"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x x4zkp8e x676frb x1nxh6w3 x1sibtaa xo1l8bm xi81zsa x1yc453h" dir="auto"><br /></span></a></div><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x1lkfr7t x1lbecb7 x1s688f xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><span class="x1lliihq x6ikm8r x10wlt62 x1n2onr6 x1j85h84" style="-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; display: -webkit-box;"><div>The
Sunday Poem: "Duke Ellington’s Big-Band Orchestra: Live at Basin Street
East, New York City. Summer 1964" - by Alan and Arlan Yount - Jerry
Jazz Musician</div></span></span></div><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xi81zsa x1yc453h" dir="auto"><span class="x1lliihq x6ikm8r x10wlt62 x1n2onr6" style="-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 3; display: -webkit-box;">The poet Alan Yount and son Arlan write about a live 1964 performance by Duke Ellington and His Orchestra</span></span></div></div></div><a aria-labelledby=":Rbj99jlalaul9l5bb9l5qq75b5klba:" class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz x1heor9g xt0b8zv x5yr21d x10l6tqk x17qophe x13vifvy xh8yej3 x1vjfegm" href="https://jerryjazzmusician.com/the-sunday-poem-duke-ellingtons-big-band-orchestra-live-at-basin-street-east-new-york-city-summer-1964-by-alan-and-arlan-yount/?fbclid=IwAR0ggxAphIESspsjtI56VIWPmrVPe0gMyYS0CaJkCy5sDzH5B4OA-Y_Z3pQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank"></a></div></div></div><div class="x6ikm8r x10wlt62"><br /></div></div></div><div><div class="x168nmei x13lgxp2 x30kzoy x9jhf4c x6ikm8r x10wlt62" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic"><div><div><div><div class="x1n2onr6"><div class="x6s0dn4 xi81zsa x78zum5 x6prxxf x13a6bvl xvq8zen xdj266r xktsk01 xat24cr x1d52u69 x889kno x4uap5 x1a8lsjc xkhd6sd xdppsyt"><div class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x1iyjqo2 x6ikm8r x10wlt62"><span aria-label="See who reacted to this" class="x1ja2u2z" role="toolbar"><span class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x1e558r4" id=":Rahlaul9l5bb9l5qq75b5klbaH5:"><span class="x6zyg47 x1xm1mqw xpn8fn3 xtct9fg x13zp6kq x1mcfq15 xrosliz x1wb7cse x13fuv20 xu3j5b3 x1q0q8m5 x26u7qi xamhcws xol2nv xlxy82 x19p7ews xmix8c7 x139jcc6 x1n2onr6 x1xp8n7a xhtitgo"><span class="x12myldv x1udsgas xrc8dwe xxxhv2y x1rg5ohu xmix8c7 x1xp8n7a"><span class="x4k7w5x x1h91t0o x1h9r5lt x1jfb8zj xv2umb2 x1beo9mf xaigb6o x12ejxvf x3igimt xarpa2k xedcshv x1lytzrv x1t2pt76 x7ja8zs x1qrby5j"></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><span aria-label="See who reacted to this" class="x1ja2u2z" role="toolbar"><span class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x1e558r4" id=":Rahlaul9l5bb9l5qq75b5klbaH5:"><span class="x6zyg47 x1xm1mqw xpn8fn3 xtct9fg x13zp6kq x1mcfq15 xrosliz x1wb7cse x13fuv20 xu3j5b3 x1q0q8m5 x26u7qi xamhcws xol2nv xlxy82 x19p7ews xmix8c7 x139jcc6 x1n2onr6 x1xp8n7a x1vjfegm"><span class="x12myldv x1udsgas xrc8dwe xxxhv2y x1rg5ohu xmix8c7 x1xp8n7a"><span class="x4k7w5x x1h91t0o x1h9r5lt x1jfb8zj xv2umb2 x1beo9mf xaigb6o x12ejxvf x3igimt xarpa2k xedcshv x1lytzrv x1t2pt76 x7ja8zs x1qrby5j"></span></span></span></span></span><span></span><div class="x1c4vz4f x2lah0s xci0xqf"></div><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 x2lah0s x1qughib x1qjc9v5 xozqiw3 x1q0g3np xykv574 xbmpl8g x4cne27 xifccgj"><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 xdt5ytf x2lah0s x193iq5w xeuugli xsyo7zv x16hj40l x10b6aqq x1yrsyyn"><br /></div></div>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-28207916572098950052023-05-26T22:47:00.001-05:002023-05-26T22:47:27.218-05:00Kirkwood's Hall family making the news once again, Class of 1969 and 1965 star pupils and their wonderful family!<p> I know our classmate Mattie (Carol) Hall is very proud, another honor for her family! From the current KHS Alumni newsletter sent via email:<br /></p><div class="widget widget-text-paragraph var-paragraph-standard" id="w-5830607136"><div class="pagegrid"> <div class="row"> <div class="six columns alpha omega"> <div class="content"> <h2 class="theme-p-title theme-color3" data-clicktarget="#" data-target="title">
Kirkwood School District Foundation’s KTOC Scholarship
Receives Donation from KHS Alumni in Honor of Reverend William Edward
Hall </h2> <div class="theme-p theme-color-4" data-target="content"> <p>Kirkwood
students will benefit from a $5,000 donation by Henry Edward Hall in
honor of his father, Rev. William Edward Hall. Rev. Hall was a product
of Kirkwood’s Booker T. Washington School and became principal of the
school and an active leader in the local civil rights movement. </p><p>The
Booker T. Washington School opened in 1870 on Adams near Geyer Rd. to
serve the community’s African-American children. Rev. Hall, who was born
in Kirkwood in 1912, attended Booker T. Washington School for all of
his local public education. He then pursued higher education, graduating
from Lincoln University in Jefferson City with a Bachelor’s in
Education, from New York University with a Master’s in Vocational
Guidance & Counseling and extending his studies to St. Louis’ Stowe
Teachers College and the Teachers College at Columbia University in New
York. In Kirkwood, he served as principal of the Booker T. Washington
school twice, once from 1940-1942 and again from 1946-1948. In June
1950, the school closed and the students were transferred to the J.
Milton Turner School in Meacham Park.</p><p>The Kirkwood School
District Foundation (KSDF) Named Awards program is one of many ways KSDF
works to enrich the lives of Kirkwood students. </p><p></p><p><strong>For more about Rev. Hall and KSDF's Named Awards <a data-id="l-5390117169" href="https://www.kirkwoodschools.org/site/default.aspx?PageType=3&DomainID=4&ModuleInstanceID=52&ViewID=6446EE88-D30C-497E-9316-3F8874B3E108&RenderLoc=0&FlexDataID=32819&PageID=1" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">visit our website. </a></strong></p> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="clear"></div></div></div> <table><tbody><tr> <td align="center" class="gallery-image-cell"> <div class="framed-image-container " data-clicktarget="#"> <div class="pic-wrapper"> <a class="fancy-pic skip-tracking" data-description="Rev. William Edward Hall in 1944
" data-html-description="%3Cp%20style%3D%22text-align%3A%20left%3B%22%3ERev.%20William%20Edward%20Hall%20in%201944%3C%2Fp%3E" data-title="" href="https://cdn.smore.com/u/ea15/49287e7ff14335d683cffa43300b238c.jpeg" rel="gallery" style="position: relative;"> <img alt="Gallery image" class="framed-image lightboxed" src="https://cdn.smore.com/u/thumbs/ea15/thumb-49287e7ff14335d683cffa43300b238c.jpeg" title="Gallery image" /> <div class="pic-border" title="Gallery image"><div class="magnify"></div></div> </a> </div> </div> </td> <td align="center" class="gallery-image-cell"> <div class="framed-image-container " data-clicktarget="#"> <div class="pic-wrapper"> <a class="fancy-pic skip-tracking" data-description="(From left) - Stephanie Collet, KSDF Executive Director; Roberta McWoods, Master Mentor for KTOC; Mildred Jones, William Halls’ sister-in-law; Jeremy Mapp, KSD Executive Director of Diversity, Equity and Inclusion who is displaying a 1943 picture of Rev. Hall; and Mary Loida, KSDF President" data-html-description="(From%20left)%20-%20Stephanie%20Collet%2C%20KSDF%20Executive%20Director%3B%20Roberta%20McWoods%2C%20Master%20Mentor%20for%20KTOC%3B%20Mildred%20Jones%2C%20William%20Halls%E2%80%99%20sister-in-law%3B%20Jeremy%20Mapp%2C%20KSD%20Executive%20Director%20of%20Diversity%2C%20Equity%20and%20Inclusion%20who%20is%20displaying%20a%201943%20picture%20of%20Rev.%20Hall%3B%20and%20Mary%20Loida%2C%20KSDF%20President" data-title="" href="https://cdn.smore.com/u/0eac/a1b6c5aae988521cbb4475f096e2e70a.jpeg" rel="gallery" style="position: relative;"> <img alt="Gallery image" class="framed-image lightboxed" src="https://cdn.smore.com/u/thumbs/0eac/thumb-a1b6c5aae988521cbb4475f096e2e70a.jpeg" title="Gallery image" /> <div class="pic-border" title="Gallery image"><div class="magnify"></div></div> </a> </div> </div> </td> <td align="center" class="gallery-image-cell"> <div class="framed-image-container " data-clicktarget="#"> <div class="pic-wrapper"> <a class="fancy-pic skip-tracking" data-description="Henry Edward Hall, KHS Class of 1969" data-html-description="Henry%20Edward%20Hall%2C%20KHS%20Class%20of%201969" data-title="" href="https://cdn.smore.com/u/20b9/f015c740b76ebbd3809981f8ead4d533.jpeg" rel="gallery" style="position: relative;"> <img alt="Gallery image" class="framed-image lightboxed" src="https://cdn.smore.com/u/thumbs/20b9/thumb-f015c740b76ebbd3809981f8ead4d533.jpeg" title="Gallery image" /> <div class="pic-border" title="Gallery image"><div class="magnify"></div></div> </a> </div> </div> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="gallery-content-cell"> <div class="theme-p theme-color-4 gallery-description" data-empty-if-target="url1" data-target="description1"> <p style="text-align: left;">Rev. William Edward Hall in 1944</p> </div> </td> <td class="gallery-content-cell"> <div class="theme-p theme-color-4 gallery-description" data-empty-if-target="url2" data-target="description2">
(From left) - Stephanie Collet, KSDF Executive
Director; Roberta McWoods, Master Mentor for KTOC; Mildred Jones,
William Halls’ sister-in-law; Jeremy Mapp, KSD Executive Director of
Diversity, Equity and Inclusion who is displaying a 1943 picture of Rev.
Hall; and Mary Loida, KSDF President </div> </td> <td class="gallery-content-cell"> <div class="theme-p theme-color-4 gallery-description" data-empty-if-target="url3" data-target="description3"> Henry Edward Hall, KHS Class of 1969 </div></td></tr></tbody></table>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-88853311739435853552023-05-10T21:50:00.003-05:002023-05-26T22:47:51.150-05:00Bill Mueller, another classmate gone way too soon...<p><span style="font-family: arial;">As I traveled last month our wonderful classmate Jim Day let me know that Bill Mueller passed away. I am so sorry it has taken me so long to get it posted, just a busy time. I drove 3700+ miles and spent much time on the road, in hotels and visiting good friends and a cousin, but most of all with my adorable grandson in Maine. Please know I normally try to get news posted in a more timely way, but sometimes it just doesn't happen. What a shame that another of our favorite classmates has left us too soon. Thanks as always to JD for keeping his ears to the ground to keep us posted on our friends.</span><br /><br /><br /> Mueller, William Bryant (Bill), 75, of Midland, Texas, passed away on Thursday, April 13, 2023. A visitation will be held from 4 to 6 p.m. on Friday, April, 21, 2023, at Nalley-Pickle & Welch Funeral Home. Memorial service will be at 11 a.m. on Saturday, April 22, 2023, at St. Luke’s United Methodist Church.<br /><br /> Bill was born in St. Louis, Missouri, to Roy and Daisie Mueller. He grew up in Kirkwood, Missouri, and was a standout athlete and student at Kirkwood High School. He attended The University of Tulsa, where he earned his bachelor of science degree in geophysics and joined the lifelong brotherhood of the Sigma Chi Fraternity. <br /><br /> It was at TU where he met his soulmate and wife of 53 years, Ann Brooke Sloss Mueller. Bill is survived by his children, Bryant and Bridget Mueller, Aaron and Ireland Mueller, and Ashley and Brandon King. He has been blessed with seven wonderful grandchildren: Ali, Mason, Peyton, Brooke-Ann, Braxton, Brylee, and AJ.<br /><br /> Bill loved all sports and was a staple at the local gym. He began his career with Union Oil Company, which led to a successful 35-year journey around the globe searching for and finding oil and gas. He then followed a dream and co-founded Antlers Exploration, LLC, an independent exploration company where he continued to be an industry leader in the field of geophysics. He was very active in his alumni associations for TU and Sigma Chi, and industry associations such as SEG and SIPES.<br /><br /> A dedicated husband, father and grandfather, Bill was a generous philanthropist and passionate supporter of the Midland Children’s Rehabilitation Center.<br /><br /> Bill is preceded in death by his loving parents, Roy and Daisie Mueller; James and Elizabeth Sloss; and sister-in-law Kate Tabor. <br /><br /> In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to Midland Children’s Rehabilitation Center: www.midlandchildrens.org.<br /><br /> Arrangements are under the direction of Nalley-Pickle & Welch Funeral Home & Crematory in Midland. Online condolences may be made at www.npwelch.com. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFj-779qoqe5H7sSSpkqkgmH_Cv4oLrPuBLy8nHylS_e666q8RVoRyYFkJ0UI00M8QJqobfXCyrbxPws6ALkvRtu3Fsy9qqoDS8lgBQPZeb76Coq-6YUTIOayfXtjlE9cFfHyfjsxCi582ISgwJzPvRSiSti86wNM997Hv9HbDs63kYLXFd6YdEgpN/s267/bill%20mueller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="200" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFj-779qoqe5H7sSSpkqkgmH_Cv4oLrPuBLy8nHylS_e666q8RVoRyYFkJ0UI00M8QJqobfXCyrbxPws6ALkvRtu3Fsy9qqoDS8lgBQPZeb76Coq-6YUTIOayfXtjlE9cFfHyfjsxCi582ISgwJzPvRSiSti86wNM997Hv9HbDs63kYLXFd6YdEgpN/s1600/bill%20mueller.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-43561579033619794772023-03-29T22:01:00.002-05:002023-03-29T22:01:29.735-05:00Jane Harris Yount, age 102, dies - her funeral information...the mother of our classmate Alan "the Count" Yount<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> Dear dear Mrs. Yount, with whom I had the nicest chat in February, has died at age 102. Please read her obituary - what a life she led!!! Alan inherited a lot of his 'good' from his parents. His dad and mine were acquainted at MAC back in our childhood. Mrs. Y remembered my dad's picking up her husband in his Morris bus in which he drove a carpool of Kirkwood MAC men to "the plant" on weekdays. I was amazed when Alan said she remembered that! Please keep Alan and his sister in your thoughts and prayers. I'll be at Bopp Funeral Home Saturday to pay my respects and visit with Alan...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">May she rest in peace, we know she was very much loved and will be missed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://www.boppchapel.com/obituaries/Jane--H--Yount-?obId=27587313#/obituaryInfo">https://www.boppchapel.com/obituaries/Jane--H--Yount-?obId=27587313#/obituaryInfo </a></span><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-87064442341697155662023-03-13T21:52:00.001-05:002023-03-13T21:55:23.731-05:00Kirkwood School District Foundation Grant program benefits from generosity of KHS65 Classmate to pay it forward!<p><span style="color: red; font-family: arial;"> This was posted via email by the Kirkwood School District Foundation today; please read down and note in the 3rd paragraph under the photo - the Mr. and Mrs. Rodger Riney are better known to us as Rodger and Paula Fauks Riney. They are often found paying their goodness forward in the Kirkwood realm. Thank you Paula and Rodger! You are among the group of KHS65ers who continue to make us all look good! We're proud to know you!</span><br /></p><div align="center" class="alignment" style="line-height: 10px;"><img class="big" src="https://bloomerang-bee.s3.amazonaws.com/images/clapton_cysx6cjdvalm_us_west_2_rds_amazonaws_com_kirkwoodschooldistrictfoundation/IMG_0793.JPG" style="border: 0; display: block; height: auto; max-width: 100%; width: 600px;" width="600" /></div><table border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" class="divider_block block-14" role="presentation" style="mso-table-lspace: 0; mso-table-rspace: 0; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td class="pad"><div align="center" class="alignment"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" role="presentation" style="mso-table-lspace: 0; mso-table-rspace: 0; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td class="divider_inner" style="border-top: 1px solid #bbb; font-size: 1px; line-height: 1px;"><span> </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></td></tr></tbody></table><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="text_block block-15" role="presentation" style="mso-table-lspace: 0; mso-table-rspace: 0; width: 100%px; word-break: break-word;"><tbody><tr><td class="pad" style="padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 10px;"><div style="font-family: sans-serif;"><div class="" style="color: #b5262f; font-family: Arial,Helvetica Neue,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.2; mso-line-height-alt: 14.399999999999999px;"><p style="margin: 0; mso-line-height-alt: 14.399999999999999px; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 20px;">KHS COLLEGE KICKSTART GRANT</span></strong></p></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="image_block block-16" role="presentation" style="mso-table-lspace: 0; mso-table-rspace: 0; width: 100%px;">
<tbody><tr><td class="pad" style="padding-left: 0; padding-right: 0; width: 100%;"><div align="center" class="alignment" style="line-height: 10px;"><img class="big" src="https://bloomerang-bee.s3.amazonaws.com/images/clapton_cysx6cjdvalm_us_west_2_rds_amazonaws_com_kirkwoodschooldistrictfoundation/IMG_9748.jpg" style="border: 0; display: block; height: auto; max-width: 100%; width: 600px;" width="600" /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="font-size: 14px; margin: 0; mso-line-height-alt: 21px;">
<span style="font-size: small;">On Thursday, March 9th, the Kirkwood School District Foundation (KSDF)
awarded a $5,000 grant to the Kirkwood High School (KHS) College
Kickstart Program. KSDF representatives surprised grant applicant,
Melinda Hall (KHS Social Worker), and her colleagues with the award
during National School Social Work Week.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p style="margin: 0px;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><em>“We all know how expensive it is to send a child to college for the
first time with heavy upfront expenses for various items such as
bedding, electronics, clothing, personal care items, etc. The College
Kickstart Program will help relieve this upfront burden and help our
kids feel confident and comfortable as they begin their first semester
at college," said Hall. </em></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
donation was made possible by a generous gift to KSDF from Mr. and Mrs.
Rodger O. Riney, made in honor of retiring Principal Dr. Michael
Havener and his years of dedication to Kirkwood students. Dr. Havener
expressed his desire that a portion of these funds in his honor be
directed to the KHS College Kickstart Program.</span></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-11881777598582340812023-01-03T01:24:00.005-06:002023-01-03T01:25:48.667-06:00Alan Yount on David Sanborn - and WoodStock<p><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> I've been cleaning up my email files again - I had a nagging feeling I had something from Alan "The count" Yount I wanted to post and didn't...so here it is. Thanks Alan for always keeping us up to date on music and poetry!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="DefaultFontHxMailStyle"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">"DAVID SANBORN PLAYED ALTO SAX AT THE WOOD STOCK MUSIC FESTIVAL.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="DefaultFontHxMailStyle"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"> He played on the third day, afternoon. He played with the “Paul Butterfield Blues Band.” Paul played a great blues harmonica. Sanborn stayed with him for several years. I think Sanborn stayed because this helped him get into Time Warner, Reprise, Electra records for the next 30 years.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="DefaultFontHxMailStyle"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"> On the internet, I saw a great picture of Sanborn under a tarp along with the tenor sax player.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="DefaultFontHxMailStyle"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"> I think I did mention before, you can get the 3 CD album, “Anything You Want” of 30 years of Sanborn’s pick of his albums."</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="DefaultFontHxMailStyle"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></span></p><p></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-38028533953369253182022-12-31T13:16:00.000-06:002022-12-31T13:16:01.757-06:00UDELL CHAMBERS KHS66 REMEMBERED<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I am forever trying to catch up with myself, cleaning off my ultra messy desk or some such. Story of my life! This time I find a folded up front page of the St. Louis Post Dispatch for 11/14/22, an issue with looks back to things Veterans of course. The first page headline that day was "This veteran's story is about more than war." There is a 5" x 7" color photo under the headline which shows Udell's portrait photo in uniform, the flag from his funeral and no fewer than 9 medals/awards. The sub-title is "Udell Cambers hit .325 in the minors, then died in Vietnam". The first line of text is "His name was destined to be on a baseball card, but it ended up on a tombstone first." Udell had siblings in other classes, Ted and Larry in our class for example. You may remember them as singers. Udell signed with the Atlanta Braves soon after graduation. In 1967 he hit .325 for their Class A affiliate. In 100 games he hit 13 homers, stole 28 bases. OPS was .952. "He was drafted that fall and dead by summer." In Feb. 1968 he was assigned to the 1st Infantry Div., 1st Battalion, 7th Field Artillery Regiment arriving in Viet Nam during the Tet Offensive. On June 21, 1968 the Atlanta Braves played in St. Louis against the Cardinals; that is the day Udell died.<br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Folks from Meacham Park would flock to Kirkwood to watch him play. He hit homers at Turner School, fans wondered how he could play so well, only 5' 8" and 150 pounds but so nimble, and humble. There were 7 children, and while not wealthy, sister Josephine is quoted as saying "With the small amount of money, we never saw a hungry day. We never really knew we were poor." Udell signed for $500 per month and had dreams of buying his parents a house someday. Udell left a legacy for KHS though, his great niece played softball for KHS, she wore #19, Udell's number too. Sadie drew a U in the dirt each time she stepped up to bat. She later played for St. Louis U and finished her career this past season, one of the best ever to play for the Billikens. In 2020 she set the school record for batting average, .438. In 2022 she made third-team All Region. Her father is Mike Wise, the son of Udell's late sister Mardell. I love the close of the article, which I have paraphrased for brevity, by Benjamin Hochman of the PD staff, "[Sadie's grandmother, Udell's mom] would love to watch Sadie play...she would say that Sadie reminded her of Udell because they could both dominate during the game but were very humble and unassuming as soon as the game was over." Another wonderful, notable Kirkwoodian, gone too soon. And yet another veteran gone in that awful war. War is such a terrible thing. Perhaps if older men, politicians, military gurus, etc. were the ones being drafted, rather than the youth of the world, war would become more unpopular! Udell is buried at Jefferson Barracks; next time you're there you can easily look up his location and pay your respects. </span></span></span><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-86922073119686990812022-12-31T11:42:00.000-06:002022-12-31T11:42:25.271-06:00RINGING OUT 2022, LOOKING FORWARD TO A BETTER YEAR AND SO LONG FAREWELL TO YET ANOTHER CLASSMATE<p> </p><ul aria-hidden="false" class="x1n0m28w x1rg5ohu x1wfe3co xat24cr xsgj6o6 x1o1nzlu xyqdw3p"><div><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi xjkvuk6 x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_b"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xdj266r x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Well friends, another year has come and gone. For many gone is a good word for 2022. For Jack and me it was a year of chaos with no kitchen save fridge, microwave and toaster oven for half of it - it's finally finished and beautiful! Let's all look forward to a happy, healthy, sane New Year. As one of the youngest members of our Kirkwood High School Class of 1965, I finally turned 75 earlier this month. UGH is all I have to say. Yes, I know I'm very fortunate to be this old and in at least as good shape as I am, while not as good as I'd like to be. Maybe '23... did you get that rhyme? I don't do poetry and now you <span></span>see why, but in looking through some papers the other day I realized I hadn't posted any recent poems from Class Poet Laureate Alan Yount lately. I went on a search and don't see any new ones, but ran into this one below that Alan posted when he turned 74 last summer. It resonates with me now, just change a digit of the year! Alan treated us to so much wonderful music in years past - remember his band playing at our Kirkwood Kettles? In the cafeteria on Friday nights and at our dances...such fond memories. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Waxing nostalgic on this yet another New Year's Eve, now we way too often are remembering our classmates who are passing all too frequently. You'll see on my Facebook page and below that Christmas Eve brought the death of classmate Donna Heckelman Halsband, still living in Kirkwood, a member of the local Kiwanis group and a retiree of Meramec Community College. May she rest in peace - and on a happier note perhaps some of our classmates are having a nice party up there in heaven, celebrating the great lives we have had in our shared past! May your New Year be everything wonderful!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><b><i>"Happy Birthday, Finally</i></b></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">……………..“For My Seventy-Fourth”</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">……………..“June 6, 2021.”</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">it still seems amazing to me</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I try to play the trumpet everyday</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">and can still make it..to high “c.”</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">*****</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">awhile back I had my old horn</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">professionally cleaned & worked on.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">it’s so good to play on it looking forward.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">it seems now there is no more old arthritis in the slides</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">and the sticking values are all fixed.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">*****</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><b>I now feel I still have some more notes to play!</b></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><b>and feel, also for sure now I have</b></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><b>just a few more poems to play & sing out high, like high “c.”</b></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><b> </b></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><b>[Alan's poem resonates with me right here, even after the not-so-welcome milestone birthday I do feel this way, thankfully - even if I don't carry a high "c"!!! I hope you all do too... lvr] <br /></b></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Postscript: A very sincere birthday wish. My hope, is a wish for a lot</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">of people, who survived the virus era. Those that made it both mentally and physically. And now the wish is, they all feel a lot better, finally!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> by Alan Yount"</div></div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><div><div class="x168nmei x13lgxp2 x30kzoy x9jhf4c x6ikm8r x10wlt62" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic"><div><div><div><div class="x1n2onr6"><div class="x6s0dn4 xi81zsa x78zum5 x6prxxf x13a6bvl xvq8zen xdj266r xktsk01 xat24cr x1d52u69 x889kno x4uap5 x1a8lsjc xkhd6sd xdppsyt"><div class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x1iyjqo2 x6ikm8r x10wlt62"><span aria-label="See who reacted to this" class="x1ja2u2z" role="toolbar"><span class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x1e558r4" id="jsc_c_e"><span class="x6zyg47 x1xm1mqw xpn8fn3 xtct9fg x13zp6kq x1mcfq15 xrosliz x1wb7cse x13fuv20 xu3j5b3 x1q0q8m5 x26u7qi xamhcws xol2nv xlxy82 x19p7ews xmix8c7 x139jcc6 x1n2onr6 x1xp8n7a xhtitgo"><span class="x12myldv x1udsgas xrc8dwe xxxhv2y x1rg5ohu xmix8c7 x1xp8n7a"><span class="x4k7w5x x1h91t0o x1h9r5lt xv2umb2 x1beo9mf xaigb6o x12ejxvf x3igimt xarpa2k xedcshv x1lytzrv x1t2pt76 x7ja8zs x1qrby5j x1jfb8zj"></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><span aria-label="See who reacted to this" class="x1ja2u2z" role="toolbar"><span class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x1e558r4" id="jsc_c_e"><span class="x6zyg47 x1xm1mqw xpn8fn3 xtct9fg x13zp6kq x1mcfq15 xrosliz x1wb7cse x13fuv20 xu3j5b3 x1q0q8m5 x26u7qi xamhcws xol2nv xlxy82 x19p7ews xmix8c7 x139jcc6 x1n2onr6 x1xp8n7a x1vjfegm"><span class="x12myldv x1udsgas xrc8dwe xxxhv2y x1rg5ohu xmix8c7 x1xp8n7a"><span class="x4k7w5x x1h91t0o x1h9r5lt xv2umb2 x1beo9mf xaigb6o x12ejxvf x3igimt xarpa2k xedcshv x1lytzrv x1t2pt76 x7ja8zs x1qrby5j x1jfb8zj"></span></span></span></span></span><div class=""><span class="x4k7w5x x1h91t0o x1h9r5lt xv2umb2 x1beo9mf xaigb6o x12ejxvf x3igimt xarpa2k xedcshv x1lytzrv x1t2pt76 x7ja8zs x1qrby5j x1jfb8zj"></span></div><div class="x6s0dn4 x78zum5 x2lah0s x17rw0jw"><div class="xnfveip"></div><div class="xnfveip"><span class="x4k7w5x x1h91t0o x1h9r5lt xv2umb2 x1beo9mf xaigb6o x12ejxvf x3igimt xarpa2k xedcshv x1lytzrv x1t2pt76 x7ja8zs x1qrby5j x1jfb8zj"></span></div></div><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 x2lah0s x1qughib x1qjc9v5 xozqiw3 x1q0g3np x150jy0e x1e558r4 xjkvuk6 x1iorvi4 xwrv7xz x8182xy x4cne27 xifccgj"><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 xdt5ytf x193iq5w xeuugli x1r8uery x1iyjqo2 xs83m0k xg83lxy x1h0ha7o x10b6aqq x1yrsyyn"></div></div><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 xdt5ytf x193iq5w xeuugli x1r8uery x1iyjqo2 xs83m0k xg83lxy x1h0ha7o x10b6aqq x1yrsyyn"></div><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 xdt5ytf x193iq5w xeuugli x1r8uery x1iyjqo2 xs83m0k xg83lxy x1h0ha7o x10b6aqq x1yrsyyn"></div><div class="x9f619 x1n2onr6 x1ja2u2z x78zum5 xdt5ytf x193iq5w xeuugli x1r8uery x1iyjqo2 xs83m0k xg83lxy x1h0ha7o x10b6aqq x1yrsyyn"></div></ul>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-68904711607964651542022-12-04T16:08:00.098-06:002022-12-04T18:01:13.673-06:00How the Frisco Bell came to be the Prize for the winner of the Turkey Day Game<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: red;">After I posted on Facebook about the Pioneers' huge win over the Statesmen last week I offered to tell the story of how the bell came to be the prize. Several readers wanted to know so here it is courtesy of Ron Krieger and published in the Autumn 2022 <i>Kirkwood Historical Review</i>, the newsletter of the OTHER KHS, the Kirkwood Historical Society. I will paraphrase and direct quotes will be so marked, it's a long article!</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: red;">First Editor Ron gave an introduction to set the stage. Some of he following information was taken by Ron from the <i>Webster-Kirkwood Times</i>, Nov 21, 2003. The source at that time was Peter Bredehoeft, a fellow KHS53 classmate of Ron's. The occasion to write the story was the Class of '53's 50th reunion.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: red;">Early in the 1953 school year, Murl Moore, principal, received a letter from the Frisco Railroad asking if the school would like to have a bronze bell from a steam locomotive due to be decommissioned because steam locomotives were being replaced by diesel. [See my commentary below, this is not the complete story, ed.] You may recall that Bev Sarff's father (she our classmate of course) was the assistant principal and he asked the Student Council if they thought it should come to the school...according to this article the Council's mood was that anything free is worthwhile, but had no idea what they'd do with it. Peter had a trailer used to haul equipment for his business so he was designated to go the rail yard and retrieve the Bell. It was on a skid next to the train, but too heavy for anything but a forklift to move. "The Frisco employees volunteered to make a rolling stand for the bell in their shop." When Peter returned in a couple of weeks, the railroad folks "could not have been more accommodating or nicer." The bell arrived at the school and was displayed outside Mr. Moore's office, which proved problematic. "Some daring students thought it was great fun to wait until the officials were all in the office, sneak up to the bell and give it a few healthy rings and then run like the devil. The bell very quickly became a liability, not an asset to the school administration." No kidding...</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: red;">Soon it was relegated to "...the bowels of the school near the boilers and out of harm's way."</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: red;">Peter said he wasn't sure where the idea came from to give the bell to the winner of THE game, but obviously it seemed like a good one and it stuck. Peter continues, "As an aside, I am sure that the school administration was glad to see it go. Mr. Moore contacted the folks at Webster and the deal was struck." "...in 1953 a tradition was born, thanks to the generosity of the Frisco Railroad and the Class of 1953. <i>(More information is written in Shawn Greene's book "Turkey Day Game Centennial 1907-2007" page 107.)ed. Thus ends the Kirkwood Historical Review article.</i><br /></span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: red;">If any of you don't know, Shawn Greene is the son of our classmate Phil Greene and his wife Caroline, also a pal of mine. So there we have it, and Kirkwood now has the bell for the 9th year in a row. Last I saw, it reposed in the library, but that's been awhile back. We know it's somewhere! If you didn't know, this year's score was 56 - 7. I do not remember ever knowing this story in the past, but maybe it was well-known and we've just forgotten, sure has been a fast 57 years since we were hanging around the hallowed halls of dear old KHS!</span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After typing all of that, it dawned on me to go look at page 107 in Shawn's book! I own the late Jim Olson's copy autographed by Alvin Miller. I had a copy Phil & Caroline gave me, but I believe I passed it on to a KHS65 alum who was green with envy, no pun intended. Later, Jim gave me his copy, now a treasured memory of our friendship.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Back to THE BELL. .. Page 118 of Shawn's book is headed Bring Back The Bell! And it begins thusly: "In the fall of 1951, [Mr. Moore] was contacted by an old neighbour and friend, Robert Stone, who was the VP of the Frisco RR Co. The Railroad was in the process of replacing its steam locomotives with diesel and Stone asked Moore if KHS would be interested in having one of the bells from a replaced locomotive...the Student Council accepted the gift." Note this says fall of 1951. The article goes on to tell about Peter Bredehoeft, KHS53 and his being chosen to get the bell because of his flatbed truck and this article goes along like the above. "It became an obligatory prank of the students to ring the bell and quickly flee before Moore could catch them. This may have necessitated a decision for a use for the bell." A bit different (I read that as tongue-in-cheek) but similar to above. According to this article by Shawn Greene the bell was <u>introduced</u> at the 1951 Turkey Day Game, won by Kirkwood 33-0, but was awarded for the first time to Kirkwood in 1952 after the game ended in a 0-0 tie. Kirkwood was awarded the bell by default because Webster had the Little Brown Jug from the previous year's loss. Thus the first team to actually <u>win</u> The Bell was Webster in 1953, winning 33-13. At the time of the publication of Shawn's book, 2007, the Bell had changed possession 25 times and only five graduation classes never had it during their tenure: Kirkwood 1966, 1972 and 1973, Webster alumni 1984 and 1990.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I have spent too much time on this today so will stop here. There is more "lore" about The Bell and the Turkey Day Game. I believe there is a copy of Shawn's book at the Kirkwood Library. There should be, I am pretty sure I ended up with another copy which I donated to them not too many years ago! What a fun bit of memories...in looking at the pix of the teams over the years, I see SO many names I know...our Football Maids, our players, the coaches and others. What a place that Kirkwood is! </b></span></span><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-29535507408077444802022-10-04T21:32:00.005-05:002022-10-04T21:32:29.981-05:00"GOD BLESS AMERICA" - THE FIRST TIME<p><span style="font-family: arial;"> In looking for something tonight on my computer I ran across some saved emails to me in past years from our dear departed classmate & cross country star and KHS Alumni Sports Hall of Fame member Jim Olson. This one was particularly nice tonight as the news is so full of badness, this gave me a lift. It was sent to me and Jim aka Speed Herb on 12/14/2016 - forwarded to Jim from someone else, not his text:</span></p><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5863"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5862"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5861"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5860"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5859"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5858"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5857"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5856"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5855"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5854"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5853"><div id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1479050669043_5852"><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><b><span>Frank Sinatra considered Kate Smith the best singer of her time, and said that when he and a million other guys first heard her sing "God Bless America" on the radio, they all pretended to have dust in their eyes as they wiped away a tear or two.</span></b><span> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /> <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><b>Here are the facts.... The link at the bottom will take you to a video showing the very first</b></span><b><span> public singing of "GOD BLESS AMERICA". But before you watch it, you should also know the story behind the first public showing of the song.</span></b><span> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /> <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><b>The time was 1940. America was still in a terrible economic depression. Hitler was taking</b></span><b><span> over Europe and Americans were afraid we'd have to go to war. It was a time of hardship and worry for most Americans.</span></b><span> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /> <br /><b>This was the era just before TV, when radio shows</b> <b>were</b> <b>HUGE, and American families sat</b></span><b><span> around their radios in the evenings, listening to their favorite entertainers, and no entertainer of that era was bigger than Kate</span></b><span> <b>Smith.</b> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /> <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><b>Kate was also large; plus size, as we now say, and the popular phrase still used today is in</b></span><b><span> deference to her, "It ain't over till the fat lady sings".<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /></span></b><span> <br /><b>Kate Smith might not have made it big in the age of TV, but with her voice</b> <b>coming over the</b></span><b><span> radio, she was the biggest star of her time.</span></b><span> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><b>Kate was also patriotic. It hurt her to see Americans so depressed and afraid of what the</b></span><b><span> next day would bring. She had hope for America, and</span></b><span> <b>faith in her fellow Americans. She</b></span><b><span> wanted to do something to cheer them up, so she went to the famous American song-writer, Irving Berlin (who also wrote "White Christmas") and asked him to write a song that would make</span></b><span> <b>Americans feel good again about their country. When she described what she was</b></span><b><span> looking for, he said he had just the song for her. He went to his files and found a song that he had written, but never published, 22 years before - way back in 1917. He gave it to her and she worked on it with her studio orchestra. She and Irving Berlin were not sure how the song would be received by the public, but both agreed they would not take any profits from God Bless America. Any profits would go to the Boy Scouts of America. Over the years, the Boy Scouts have received millions of dollars in royalties from this song.</span></b><span> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /> <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><b>This video starts out with Kate Smith coming into the radio studio with the orchestra and an</b></span><b><span> audience. She introduces the new song for the very first time, and starts singing. After the first couple verses, with her voice in the background still singing, scenes are shown from the 1940 movie, "You're In The Army Now." At the 4:20 mark of the video you see a young actor in the movie, sitting in an office, reading a paper; it's Ronald Reagan.</span></b><span> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /> <br /><b>To this day, God Bless America stirs our patriotic feelings and pride in our country. Back in</b></span><b><span> 1940, when Kate Smith went looking for a song to raise the spirits of her fellow Americans,</span></b></span><b><span><span style="color: red;"> I doubt whether she realized just how successful the results would be for her fellow Americans during those years of hardship and worry..... And for many generations of Americans to follow.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /> </span></span></b><span style="color: red;"> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><b>Now that you know the story of the song, I hope you'll enjoy it.</b> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><b>Many people don't know there's a lead in to the song since it usually starts with</b></span></span></p></div></div><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"God Bless America ....." So here's the entire song as originally sung..... ENJOY</span>!</span></b></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: red;"> <span class="yiv8576133976apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size: 9.0pt;"><br /> </span><span style="font-size: 24.0pt;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TnQDW-NMaRs?rel=0" id="yiv8576133976m_-6698460842150967634m_-6263951847512769221m_360649469101189269m_-6186635899678925702m_5612064254027224765m_-1336907715258492461m_6477096884680012548yiv0407399758m_-4394026936299074391LPlnk977955" target="_blank" title="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TnQDW-NMaRs?rel=0"><span style="color: purple;">https://www.youtube.com/embed/ TnQDW-NMaRs?rel=0</span></a></span></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";"> </span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><br /></div><p></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-60270472842523669292022-09-27T23:34:00.004-05:002022-10-04T21:20:02.478-05:00KHS65 PARTYING IN OCTOBER 2022, READ IT HERE!<p> Well, I cut and pasted this from my Facebook page, it didn't copy very attractively but at least it is accurate. It's going to be casual and fun, you can get there a bit earlier to eat dinner before the partying starts. I'm not sure at this moment whether or not there will be music, but actually we don't need it, in our advancing years it seems most would like to TALK! Come and see and be seen, it's always a great group!!!<br /></p><div class="m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><span style="color: red;">KHS65</span>.…..It’s party time! </b></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Join your classmates for a fun evening walking down Memory Lane!</b></span></span></div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Sat., October 22, 2022, 6pm-10pm</b></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>612 Kitchen and <span></span>Cocktails (AKA: The Loop Lounge) <br /></b></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>612 W. Woodbine, Kirkwood - just west of Geyer on south side of street<br /></b></span></span></div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Classmates coming from K.C., Dallas, Michigan, Minnesota and who knows where else! RSVPs appreciated but not required.</b></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Questions? Contact <span><a class="qi72231t nu7423ey n3hqoq4p r86q59rh b3qcqh3k fq87ekyn bdao358l fsf7x5fv rse6dlih s5oniofx m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk srn514ro oxkhqvkx rl78xhln nch0832m cr00lzj9 rn8ck1ys s3jn8y49 icdlwmnq cxfqmxzd d1w2l3lo tes86rjd" href="https://www.facebook.com/beverly.boggs.167?__cft__[0]=AZWQkmvgznlwSzxGJ5fxIDK53cfxdpXw0EBD_BYK_f0GFqBYQ5Q3e8SVQiGKSAFUtw4c9p5CxfG1HinVLOYdMlyK1TGQ6L3XQmUYn2MrL0O6eQOkDC5P-UvEMA6RcZwcEKA10p6-l_B5cQ0VP22tpvivQIEZcIrvF17EVelaexRAuiVq9fZW5DV0yPlAbkRTZlI&__tn__=-]K-y-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="rse6dlih"><span>Beverly Boggs</span></span></a></span> (Bev Pfitzinger), <span><a class="qi72231t nu7423ey n3hqoq4p r86q59rh b3qcqh3k fq87ekyn bdao358l fsf7x5fv rse6dlih s5oniofx m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk srn514ro oxkhqvkx rl78xhln nch0832m cr00lzj9 rn8ck1ys s3jn8y49 icdlwmnq cxfqmxzd d1w2l3lo tes86rjd" href="https://www.facebook.com/leslie.wainwright.9?__cft__[0]=AZWQkmvgznlwSzxGJ5fxIDK53cfxdpXw0EBD_BYK_f0GFqBYQ5Q3e8SVQiGKSAFUtw4c9p5CxfG1HinVLOYdMlyK1TGQ6L3XQmUYn2MrL0O6eQOkDC5P-UvEMA6RcZwcEKA10p6-l_B5cQ0VP22tpvivQIEZcIrvF17EVelaexRAuiVq9fZW5DV0yPlAbkRTZlI&__tn__=-]K-y-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="rse6dlih"><span>Leslie Bright Wainwright</span></span></a></span>, <span><a class="qi72231t nu7423ey n3hqoq4p r86q59rh b3qcqh3k fq87ekyn bdao358l fsf7x5fv rse6dlih s5oniofx m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk srn514ro oxkhqvkx rl78xhln nch0832m cr00lzj9 rn8ck1ys s3jn8y49 icdlwmnq cxfqmxzd d1w2l3lo tes86rjd" href="https://www.facebook.com/leslie.vandermeulen.richards?__cft__[0]=AZWQkmvgznlwSzxGJ5fxIDK53cfxdpXw0EBD_BYK_f0GFqBYQ5Q3e8SVQiGKSAFUtw4c9p5CxfG1HinVLOYdMlyK1TGQ6L3XQmUYn2MrL0O6eQOkDC5P-UvEMA6RcZwcEKA10p6-l_B5cQ0VP22tpvivQIEZcIrvF17EVelaexRAuiVq9fZW5DV0yPlAbkRTZlI&__tn__=-]K-y-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="rse6dlih"><span>Leslie Vander Meulen Richards</span></span></a></span> or <span><a class="qi72231t nu7423ey n3hqoq4p r86q59rh b3qcqh3k fq87ekyn bdao358l fsf7x5fv rse6dlih s5oniofx m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk srn514ro oxkhqvkx rl78xhln nch0832m cr00lzj9 rn8ck1ys s3jn8y49 icdlwmnq cxfqmxzd d1w2l3lo tes86rjd" href="https://www.facebook.com/KarenLoweAdams?__cft__[0]=AZWQkmvgznlwSzxGJ5fxIDK53cfxdpXw0EBD_BYK_f0GFqBYQ5Q3e8SVQiGKSAFUtw4c9p5CxfG1HinVLOYdMlyK1TGQ6L3XQmUYn2MrL0O6eQOkDC5P-UvEMA6RcZwcEKA10p6-l_B5cQ0VP22tpvivQIEZcIrvF17EVelaexRAuiVq9fZW5DV0yPlAbkRTZlI&__tn__=-]K-y-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="rse6dlih"><span>Karen Lowe Adams</span></span></a></span></b></span></span></div>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-3392209175786924282022-08-17T21:52:00.004-05:002022-08-17T21:52:59.221-05:00Larry M. Barnett, a life really well lived - his obituary<p> Please know Larry's obituary is located here:</p><p>https://www.porterloring.com/obituaries/Larry-M--Barnett?obId=25611199#/obituaryInfo</p><p>It is also easily visible on my personal FaceBook page. SO sad that the good guys are going too soon...</p><p><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-5133179859751082552022-08-13T12:24:00.001-05:002022-08-13T12:24:23.053-05:00MORE SADNESS<p> I can't even think of a new title for my posts when another of our classmates passes away. Every death is sad, of interest to many if not all of us, and news we don't want to hear. <span>Jim </span><span>and </span><span class="bnpdmtie diy96o5h" spellcheck="false">Linda Day</span><span> alerted me this morning, as has </span><span class="bnpdmtie diy96o5h" spellcheck="false">Paul Silman</span><span>, that our wonderful Robinson and KHS friend Larry Barnett died last night. He and his family have been in San Antonio for years but he was in touch with several KHS and other childhood friends. He had COVID and in the course of that treatment learned he had an aggressive form of cancer, was in hospital for a day or two and passed away last night. We are once again grieving for a much loved and respected classmate. His was a Kirkwood family for sure. Tim Lapping is also in San Antonio so hopefully they have been in touch but Jim will let Tim know. </span><span class="bnpdmtie diy96o5h" spellcheck="false">Mike, Tim's brother and a bit behind us in school, will likely</span><span> remember Jim and Linda Girard Day too. We were all little kids together, and it's just so difficult to absorb that we are aging as we are....it seems like our lives have flown by! And yet we all have wonderful stories to tell and so many of us have lived good, long lives with great beginnings, we have much to be thankful for. And our memories of those now gone are so rich, we are indeed blessed. Larry will rest in peace and love I'm sure. I will add more info as it becomes available. I have asked Jim to call me next time with some good juicy gossip rather than another piece of sad news. But it appears in this, the last quarter of our lives, as Bruce Antle kindly described it to me recently, death and illness are going to be prevalent subjects in our correspondence. When I began doing this, as we planned our 1975 10th reunion in 1974, it never crossed my mind that staying in touch with our classmates this long would be something I would treasure and then would make me so sad. What a group we are and have been- fun, interesting, smart, adventurous, talented, and now so many gone from that group. </span></p><p><span> I have lost two of my older good galpals in the last month, which is sad in itself, but at least those I expected over the years. When we are young I don't think we realize what older years are going to bring; yes, the obvious, but perhaps not the sadness that comes with losing our friends. I'll never forget the words of a former-grandmother-in-law who, at age 104, said to me "I am so angry, I have no one to talk to, no one who cares about what I know or want to say, and the doctor won't even let me walk to the bar [just down the street] and have a beer!" She died not long after vociferously pronouncing that to me! I'll never forget it because it was an eye-opener - once we get too old there really isn't much we remember that will also be remembered by those around us. Jack and I talk about that often as we ruminate through our lives. STAY WELL everyone! BTW I am sure the reason that 104 year old woman lived so long is because she always loved beer and of course beer is full of B vitamins; I think her nutrition stood her in good stead! :-))<br /></span></p><p><span> </span><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-31138432935381719092022-08-13T11:56:00.003-05:002023-01-17T22:15:13.030-06:00HAPPY JUNETEENTH - BILL HALL KHS66 AND BROTHER OF MATTIE CAROL HALL FEATURED FOR THE CELEBRATION<p> Hi everyone, today 8/13, I was about to post something new when I discovered this post never made it out of the draft status! There was a great photo of Bill and I must have loaded it incorrectly...if you are on Facebook, it's there back in June; I'll try to get it reposted here. The news is now old but the story is great, I hope you feel it's worth the read! lvr <br /></p><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_b"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Heads up Kirkwood, MO folks, both our KHS65 group and plenty of others! I've just received an excellent tribute to KHS66 member Bill Hall, the brother of our beloved KHS65 member Mattie <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/carol.hall.7374?__cft__[0]=AZUJWwQybdnf_XZaCndifRdA2Pljy-trK1CjgdLgm_3nM6jUCA-jWs1fIfMNvtPGaNPNereB9uGq-oigh7NptXgcFTOoDBklJpi4VAMSjpiQbVtdfPFH0zFsykGgxkkSBZLD5Sg_ddqwWno-yfpg06db9opZmw2PAnxeOtDIQng-Uw&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6"><span>Carol Hall</span></span></a></span> in honor of JUNETEENTH! Mattie was my first friend in second grade when we returned to the St. Louis area from Wichita after a 3 year hiatus for dad's career. Mom took me to school in February, 1955 to my first day of George R. Robinson School, 2nd grade, Miss Clark's class, with no paper or pencil. I was seated behind Mattie and she turned and handed me one of each as Miss Clark announced we were to produce same to begin writing! I am still grateful for Mattie's rescuing me that day...what a wonderful friendship to have for all of these 67 years! We're so glad to have Mattie back in our KHS65 bubble, if not in our backyards, after her years away conquering her world! Thanks for the memories Mattie and thanks SO much for sharing Bill's insightful view of our world. He's a winner for sure! HAPPY JUNETEENTH!</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div class="pmk7jnqg kr520xx4" style="height: 100%; left: 0%; width: calc(((500/261)/1.9157088122605364)*100%);">"Let’s celebrate and honor our ancestors by loving one another, and working together for justice, equality and peace… Below is the link to an article I’m sharing from my ‘hometown’ newspaper, about the holiday’s history, featuring my brother, KHS’66, Professor William Hall - “Bill Hall,” in St. Louis."<img alt="Juneteenth" class="i09qtzwb n7fi1qx3 datstx6m pmk7jnqg j9ispegn kr520xx4 k4urcfbm bixrwtb6" height="261" src="https://external-ort2-2.xx.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?w=500&h=261&url=https%3A%2F%2Fbloximages.newyork1.vip.townnews.com%2Ftimesnewspapers.com%2Fcontent%2Ftncms%2Fassets%2Fv3%2Feditorial%2Fa%2F80%2Fa8052c92-ed76-11ec-bc53-37c28c317f78%2F62ab2d623cf12.image.jpg%3Fcrop%3D800%252C420%252C0%252C354%26resize%3D800%252C420%26order%3Dcrop%252Cresize&cfs=1&ext=jpg&utld=townnews.com&_nc_oe=704bf&_nc_sid=505865&_nc_o2e=1&ccb=3-6&_nc_hash=AQESMSXjJyPJXCwf" width="500" /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><div class="l9j0dhe7"><div><div class="b3i9ofy5 l9j0dhe7"><div class="j83agx80 soycq5t1 ni8dbmo4 stjgntxs l9j0dhe7"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gmql0nx0 gpro0wi8 datstx6m k4urcfbm" href="https://www.timesnewspapers.com/webster-kirkwoodtimes/juneteenth/article_4c8a3b5a-ed76-11ec-ba72-9bfd1a2f0586.html?utm_medium=social&utm_source=email&utm_campaign=user-share&fbclid=IwAR3kYBl1b13wAbu1Zpa4aH9NEI5cNapnV1b9os5NzipWCMmGQgUXMr18uEA" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank"><div class="linmgsc8 opwvks06 i09qtzwb rq0escxv n7fi1qx3 hzruof5a pmk7jnqg j9ispegn kr520xx4"></div></a></div></div></div><div class="o0s42vec pmk7jnqg ehxjyohh b4oskaiq"><div aria-label="More" class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gmql0nx0 gpro0wi8" role="button" tabindex="0"><div class="bp9cbjyn cwj9ozl2 opwvks06 hop1g133 linmgsc8 t63ysoy8 cmek9o9a p7f4f6cj c8oo3d72 r15kkdkt oo9gr5id j83agx80 mudddibn taijpn5t ciadx1gn"><span class="tojvnm2t a6sixzi8 abs2jz4q a8s20v7p t1p8iaqh k5wvi7nf q3lfd5jv pk4s997a bipmatt0 cebpdrjk qowsmv63 owwhemhu dp1hu0rb dhp61c6y iyyx5f41"><i class="hu5pjgll lzf7d6o1" data-visualcompletion="css-img" style="background-image: url('https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v3/yb/r/zZy_cDj1YyY.png'); 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Instead I am posting more about deaths lately than graduation fun or memories. My memories of June 10, 1965 are very vivid because of my father's coming here from Florida to be with me, the following drive the next morning back to Florida with him and the special night at the Jefferson Arms, swimming at Cool Dell (by which I drive quite often lately) and breakfast at Teutenbergs, which is no longer. But now so many of us have holes in our memories because of the missing friends, and of course our aging brains which, if you are like me, are getting crowded and pushing some of those wonderful memories of our youth out of our heads! Today I am sad to say that our classmate Jim Persons, husband of </span></span><span class="diy96o5h" data-offset-key="4s6al-1-0" spellcheck="false" start="852"><span data-offset-key="4s6al-1-0"><span data-text="true">Judy Lillard Persons</span></span></span><span data-offset-key="4s6al-2-0"><span data-text="true">, passed away February 27, just a bit before his 75th birthday. Jim was part of the Robinson School crowd, living not far from Thebes, our 'corner store', bike meeting place and candy counter center of our young universe. The store was just down the block from "Mouse" House's Mobil Station at which </span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span data-offset-key="4s6al-2-0"><span data-text="true"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5m2a5tQ9omMZGmsWK9-GAeI4at6WUxxNNDiTRzfpQOJFQhN6jpzyv2LbVexHGq360r7eDBiso7QBf9XuiKrBjmNfLfc0wKEXV1bou8fLKJY4dsvXkkfAxooIUL5bMR9zJ6_QESmP2ShI3Rm-mWfS4_mjIx4L1UmJ7zUjuPKlkGbqFVo7jZytK8CQ/s2165/KHS65%2040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1588" data-original-width="2165" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5m2a5tQ9omMZGmsWK9-GAeI4at6WUxxNNDiTRzfpQOJFQhN6jpzyv2LbVexHGq360r7eDBiso7QBf9XuiKrBjmNfLfc0wKEXV1bou8fLKJY4dsvXkkfAxooIUL5bMR9zJ6_QESmP2ShI3Rm-mWfS4_mjIx4L1UmJ7zUjuPKlkGbqFVo7jZytK8CQ/s320/KHS65%2040.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><span data-offset-key="4s6al-3-0"><span data-text="true">most</span></span></span><span data-offset-key="4s6al-4-0"><span data-text="true"> of our parents from Adams Ave to Robinson School down Couch Ave traded. Jim's nephew is classmate Ron Persons who let me know about Jim. As I recall Jim was actually Ron's uncle, I believe their fathers were brothers, Jim I think a younger son of the eldest brother and Ron the son of the youngest. Anyway, they lived close to one another and went to Robinson. Judy kindly told me "...Jim was a great husband, father and grandfather." She also told me he suffered from a rare disease, chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy which means he was paralized in the lower extremities and in pain. Even though he is no longer suffering the world will no longer know his kindness and goodness. His ashes will be interred in one of the National Veteran's Cemeteries, perhaps in Lake Worth, FL, near where they lived and the family still does, or here in JB. </span></span></span><p></p><div data-contents="true"><div data-block="true" data-editor="cpv1l" data-offset-key="3pjno-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3pjno-0-0"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span data-offset-key="3pjno-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="cpv1l" data-offset-key="1mn2d-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1mn2d-0-0"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span data-offset-key="1mn2d-0-0"><span data-text="true">Meanwhile I hadn't heard from Ron in awhile and I'm both sad and happy to report on him. He came down, in 2017, with Non-Hodgkins Lymphona from Agent Orange contracted during his Naval career in Nam. It's been dormant for nearly 47 years but its effects are showing now. Jim says his immune system is low but he feels ok, just tired in the afternoons. Luckily the chemo he underwent didn't do any damage, and he figures his good genes will keep him going to about 95 - a great optimist he. Living the good single life in Alabama 8 miles from the Gulf...as long as hurricanes don't get him... Jim and Ron were Navy Veterans and Ron promises some stories for my veterans posts. I'm sorry for the blurry photo but it's in a frame. Just recently I was looking at this and noted that we'd only lost 2, Diane Gorbel, far left top, and sweet Sharon Lowe. Jim is the 2nd one in from the right on top and just above my head is Ron. We've taken many "Robinson" pix over the years; I have to wonder what the next one will be like. Stay well and happy as you can everyone! As I used to say to my kids when they were little, "Life is short...and then you have to brush your teeth."</span></span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1mn2d-0-0"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span data-offset-key="1mn2d-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red;"><i>(Jim is the second from the right top row, Ron just above my head. Diane G is far left back row in black.)</i></span></span><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1mn2d-0-0"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span data-offset-key="1mn2d-0-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></span></div></div></div>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-45472672225126225552022-05-26T23:16:00.002-05:002022-05-26T23:16:43.686-05:00Carol Stalzer Koch, another classmate leaves us - a life well-lived<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <b><i>Thank you</i></b> to Sharon Merritt Wyman for letting me know that our classmate Carol Stalzer has passed away. I was out of town so not able to post this before today, but I don't believe we have anyone living near where Carol did who could have attended her service.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCpM6_vZvdz_KHNTAlCiFteoZIeOlx6SX41_LNjuDzVHlEMIttrCesNsrar-osZmcsUnyq8z5ve5PkUKu5F-MdtKrw1KCmZp9LK5y1fMwSTEz04O7EdPgGpglSESCxfDGq9cHRRaMj89mvLRyCqyfT-BbCSftm_SlTtqEqOZrBYvDMrSRcaYsPklN/s489/carolkoch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="378" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCpM6_vZvdz_KHNTAlCiFteoZIeOlx6SX41_LNjuDzVHlEMIttrCesNsrar-osZmcsUnyq8z5ve5PkUKu5F-MdtKrw1KCmZp9LK5y1fMwSTEz04O7EdPgGpglSESCxfDGq9cHRRaMj89mvLRyCqyfT-BbCSftm_SlTtqEqOZrBYvDMrSRcaYsPklN/s320/carolkoch.jpg" width="247" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />. She never attended a reunion that I can recall, but she was in touch with me in the past few years via email and Facebook. I knew Carol at KHS, not well, but we had a class or two together. It's easy to see from her obituary that she was a brainiac and I do remember her as a very smart classmate! Here is her recent obituary:</span><p></p><div class="obittitleV31">
<h1 class="obitnameV3">Carol J. (Stalzer) Koch</h1>
<div class="obitdates"><span class="dob">March 4, 1947</span><span class="dtsep"> ~ </span><span class="dod">May 17, 2022</span><span class="ob-age"> (age 75)</span> </div><div class="obitdates"> Carol J. Koch (Stalzer), age 75 of Woodville, (OHIO) passed away Tuesday,
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the daughter of the late Ted and Geraldine (Crump) Stalzer.</div></div><div class="frame" id="obframe"><div id="obcontent"><div class="obsn" data-ld="1" id="sn-obituary"><div id="obtext" style="padding: 10px;">
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Carol was a professor for many years at Bowling Green State University,
where she taught a range of subjects from astronomy, mathematics, and
English. She had a true passion for teaching, especially astronomy. Her
love of anything astrological was also shown through her artistry, as
she painted many pictures of stars and galaxies. Throughout Carol's life
she also enjoyed traveling, reading, playing cards, doing her nails and
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Carol is survived by her husband, Ronald Koch, whom she married December
28, 1991 in St. Louis, MO; step daughter, Michelle Howey
step-grandchildren: Lisa (Adam) Lowery, and Joshua (Mallory) Howey step
great-grandchildren: Uriyah Lowery, Kingston Lowery, Dayne Howey,
Brystol Howey, Coltyn Howey, and Brooklyn Howey; brother, Larry (Sandra)
Stalzer; niece, Kate; and great-niece, Olivia.</p>
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In addition to her parents, Carol is preceded in death by her step-son, David Koch, and brother-in-law, Samuel Koch.</p>
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funeral service beginning at 6:00pm at Foos Funeral Home and Cremation
Service, 504 E. McPherson Hwy, Clyde, OH 43410.</p>
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<p><strong>To the family for funeral expenses</strong><br />504 E. McPherson, Clyde OH 43410<br /><strong>Tel:</strong> 1-419-547-6616</p></div><p></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-36600552644849618712022-05-17T23:53:00.000-05:002022-05-17T23:53:57.366-05:00News of another death in our class and interesting story of two Army Veterans<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;"><i><b>HI EVERYONE, HERE IS A WONDERFUL POST FROM CLASSMATE Rocky Reece received just this week. We have had a nice email chat and I hope Rocky will elaborate more in the future! </b></i></span></span> <br /></p><div>"Greetings Leslie. I didn’t know you [at KHS] at least in part because I
only went to Kirkwood my junior and senior years. I’m not a regular on
your site but I do drop in now and again and wanted to let you know of
the passing of fellow classmate Reed Stites. Reed and I went into the
Army together in June of 1966 on what was called the “Buddy Plan” which
allowed friends to go through “Basic Training” together. If you
enlisted four four years you also got to choose your field of training
and where, in general terms, you would be stationed. We chose armor and
Germany. With the situation in Vietnam, Germany seemed a good choice
Tanks on the other hand don’t translate into any civilian occupation.
We ended up in different parts of Germany on three year tours but it
wasn’t long before Reed found he didn’t like Germany and he volunteered
for Vietnam. He spent his time on an M42 Duster in the thick of it for
two tours reaching the rank to Staff Sargent.</div><div><br /></div><div>More
to the story but that will wait for another time. We both made it home
with very different experiences. Below is Reed’s obit.</div><div><br /></div><div>On
a lighter note I have a short story about my son Jesse’s first day at
daycare. My wife Kat and I live near Cedar Creek in the Kingdom of
Callaway and drove to work together in Columbia MO. We were
apprehensively taking Jesse to a woman who cared for infants in her
home. All went well and as we headed out the front door I saw Alan
Yount and wife with baby in arms (daughter I soon learned) coming up the
walk. We both recognized one another. I was 37 and a long way from
high school. Life’s funny. Thanks ~ Rockford Reece KHS65"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><h2 style="clear: both; margin: 0.5em 0px; padding: 0em 13.09375px; text-align: start;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-size: 23px;"><img alt="William Reed Stites" class="obit-fullsize" src="https://travisfuneralchapel.com/clients/images/2162/large_thumb.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgb(85, 85, 85) 0px 0px 0.5em 0.3em; border-bottom-left-radius: 75px; border-bottom-right-radius: 75px; border-top-left-radius: 75px; border-top-right-radius: 75px; border: 0px; box-shadow: rgb(85, 85, 85) 0px 0px 1em 0.3em;" /></span></h2><h3 class="obit-name" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0em 13.09375px; text-align: start;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-size: 23px;">William Reed Stites</span></h3><p class="obit-dates" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px; text-align: start;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">May 3, 1947 - February 7, 2020</span></i></p><div class="obit-text" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">William Reed Stites, age 72 of La Plata, Missouri, passed away unexpectedly Friday, February 7, 2020.</span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Born
May 3, 1947 in Lansing, Michigan, the son of Dr. Joseph Gant Stites Jr.
and Lucy Gray (Cates) Stites who proceded him in death. On January 6, 1996 in La Plata, Missouri,
he was united in marriage to Carole (Lofblom) Van Hara who survives.</span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Also
surviving are four daughters, Jaime L. Rader (Roger) of La Plata,
Missouri, Jessica C. Benedict (Jason Campbell) of Memphis, Missouri,
Gina Van Hara of Kirksville, Missouri, and Sydney E. Stites (Nick Ford)
of Kirksville, Missouri; One son, Mikel J. Glaspie (Lisa) of La Crosse,
Wisconsin; three sisters, Mary F. Morgan (Michael) of Elk Park, North
Carolina, Ruth S. Lutz (Gary) of Columbia, Missouri, and Lucy S. Baker
(Paul) of Long Beach, California; eleven grandchildren and several
nieces and nephews.</span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reed
served in the United States Army from 1966 to 1970. He served two tours
of duty in Vietnam where he was awarded the Purple Heart and Bronze
Star Medal. After living in Columbia, Missouri and Kirksville, Missouri
he moved to La Plata in 1984. He owned and operated Stites Interiors for
many years. He was a member of the Baptist Church.</span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reed was a good man and a friend to many. He loved blessing his friends with his cooking, and loved his family dearly.</span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A
graveside service will be 12:00 p.m. Tuesday, February 11, 2020 at the
Missouri State Veterans Cemetery in Jacksonville, Missouri. Visitation
will be Tuesday, February 11, 2020 with the family receiving friends
from 10:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. at Travis Funeral Chapel in La Plata,
Missouri.</span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In
Lieu of flowers, memorials in memory of William Reed Stites may be made
to the Missouri State Veterans Cemetery in Jacksonville, Missouri. They
may be sent to or left at Travis Funeral Chapel, 125 S. Church St., La
Plata, MO 63549.</span></i></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As they say, this is the rest of the story. As I was reading this from Rocky in the back of my mind was niggling that Reed, as we knew him at KHS, was married to one of the Barnard girls who I have connections to through Des Peres Presbyterian Church or else to one of the daughters of Mary Ellen and Don Barnard, he owning the Mobil station at Geyer & Manchester and she and I, later in life, encountering one another in our DAR chapter. Don was one of my step-father's good buddies, but I never knew Mary Ellen until I later encountered her at a DAR meeting. Turns out Reed's first wife was indeed one of the daughters of Don and Mary Ellen, I confirmed this when I spoke to a current good friend who is married to a Barnard from this tribe. I always say, when one stays in the same place all of one's life, the tentacles are very long and interconnected. I kept thinking there was something wrong with my memory so I asked my current Barnard friend for help and she straightened me out! But then, my memory also told me that Reed married/dated the [Barnard] girl who lived across the street from me on Claychester Drive..but according to my current pal, that part of my memory is wrong....but then!!!! I looked at my '65 yearbook....Reed signed it, we'd known one another from a class or two, Spanish maybe I think, and called himself my "practically" neighbor.... a bit of library research would straighten out my memory but it doesn't matter. I had the right couple in my memory, they unfortunately just didn't stay hitched! It amazes me how much detritus, as hubby Jack calls it, resides in a brain when it reaches our advanced age! But the great richness of those tentacles and connections is incomparable. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.5em 0px 1.2em; padding: 0em 13.09375px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I asked Rocky a complicated question about Senor Skip Day - his experience wasn't what I thought maybe it was, an incorrect memory thread on my part, but we both admitted that our SSD involved water and alcohol! Maybe some day I'll post about that, but it involves others of our classmates who might not want to be named :-)) THANKS to Rocky for the memories and information about his and Reed's Army experiences. The more the merrier!!! All you Veterans send me yours! OH and ALAN YOUNT, isn't that funny that all those years later they ran into one another....which leads me to running into one of our classmates in an elevator in a downtown Chicago highrise office building one day many years ago...and we too recognized one another...Rocky's right, life can be funny that way!<br /></span></p></div>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-80862879495742518292022-04-30T23:29:00.080-05:002022-05-18T00:08:19.621-05:00HOW A BOY FROM NORTH MET A GIRL FROM NIPHER - 57 YEARS LATER AND A GREAT STORY plus more of course!<p><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I have been privileged to have some great correspondence with Bruce Antle for several years. He is a wonderful writer, must be all those sermons he had to write over the years! And he has many growing-up-in-Kirkwood stories to share. He and wife Darlene Petri, KHS66, are retired and living in Missouri these days. I'm going to publish some of our correspondence, but mostly want to share an article he wrote for me but I'm having trouble getting it posted due to the format it's in so for now I'm going to give you a glimpse into their lives as told by Bruce. Keep reading below and you'll see I finally got the story he wrote posted. Here are some random snippets:</span></span></p><p><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Since being
retired (still do a little real estate with friends and family)
and some pulpit supply, but mostly take care of Darlene and that
is my primary job. 4-2-22 </span></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It is hard to believe we are in the "4th quarter"
of our life or the "last chapter" or on the "25 yard line" with
25 and goal to go, all of us within field goal range if we are
so lucky. Darlene has outlived her parents and on my side 85
seems to be the magic number, so barring anything unforeseen we
should have another 10 years of somewhat independent living.
</span></span></i></p><div>
</div>
<div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Sooo sad to see the senseless and indiscriminate killing of
innocent lives on the other side of the world. Why can't we
all just live our lives in peace? </span></i></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">
</span></i></span></span><div>
</div><p><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Darlene and I are both doing fine. Thanks for asking. We
both have our issues, but who doesn't at this age? Mine seem
to be below my knees with what they call neuropathy. One foot
doesn't want to cooperate like it is supposed to. I have
conversations with it, but it wants to be lazy. Going down is
easy, getting up needs a helping hand. Probably caused by all
those years I used to jog or when I was doing a lot of
physical labor. I used to love to run, but what can be good
for the heart, we later discover, if we live long enough, can
be tough on other parts of the body. Last year I asked Darlene
to pick me up a cane for balance. 4-3-22</span></span></i></p><p><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It [some physical ills] started about 10 years ago for both
of us and like age, progressive. Darlene is still my 16 year old
girlfriend and for someone turning 74 next month still has a
cute figure and as pretty as ever. We eat sensibly which
helps and we enjoy each other's company which is also very
helpful, especially the last couple of years with Covid. </span></span></i></p><p><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: black;">This is the wonderful response I received when I asked Bruce to write the charming story of his and Darlene's beginning as a couple:</span> </span></span><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></i></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;"><i>The last
person who asked me to do so might be sorry she did. </i></span></span></span></p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;"></span></span></span><div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;">Actually that isn't true. My daughter asked me to write
down some stories and 800 pages later .... she got probably
more than she thought she wanted. Although she tells me she
is very appreciative. Most are family related. My two
favorite authors are James Michener and Laura Wilder. Laura
wrote the Little House series of books, with large print and
pictures. Books they say for children. I loved them all.
James on the other hand, historical novels, with a lot of
depth and research, small print, few pictures and many, many
pages. My dad also did a lot of family genealogy back before
computers with letter writing and visiting cemeteries. I took
up the mantle after he passed, adding my research to his.
Then Darlene asked me to do the same for her family. She
always thought she had some Cherokee in her ancestral
background. She didn't as we later discovered. However, what
we did discover was she was a great, great granddaughter x 6,
to Daniel Boone. </span></span></span></i></div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;">
</span></span></span></i><div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></span></span></i>
</div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;">
</span></span></span></i><div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;">For the family I wrote a series of 6 books, third person,
in the style of the Little House books with lots of photos
from the photo albums Darlene kept, tying the photos with a
narrative. I then followed it with my Michener style, three
part Family History of 800 plus pages. I had to divide it into
three parts because of the size. Again, a lot of photos,
along with family trees dating from the colonial days to the
present. This is still a work in process as I edit and move
around stories. 4-3-22</span></span></span></i></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">As a genealogist, he is one of my idols! I would love to do what he has done but I keep myself too busy to do it! Isn't he just amazing??? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">After Bruce sent me his article I had two suggestions, he said the number of graduates in our class was about 1,000, but it was really about 785 and he mentioned Cyranos being downstairs from the music store and I corrected him to "down the block" as in 1996 I opened a small antiques shop down the street, DeMun Avenue, so drove by where Cyranos had been 5 or more days a week HOWEVER, he was correct, the restaurant was below the music store and just down the street from other businesses. Here is his response to that message:</span></span></p><p><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;">And yes,
Cyrano's was down the street, beneath a music store, later
moved to Big Bend, now in Webster Groves, Old Orchard, and
still has the Cherries Jubilee and World's Fair Eclair, or
at least the last time we ate there which was a couple years
ago. I could have added "down the street," and you are
welcome to do so but figured anyone in our class who went
there would know it. [The mother of the fellow who opened the Cyranos on Big Bend became a pal of mine thru my antiques biz and later the fellow who, with a partner, opened it in Webster was a pal of mine through our mutual membership in the Symphony Volunteer Association! - sooo many connections - sooo typical in Kirkwood and environs! lvr]</span><br /></span></span></span></i></p><div>
</div><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">
</span></span></span></i><div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: red;">Cyrano's was a customer of mine. My dad was the sales
manager of a company that manufactured melamine ashtrays.
The summer before our senior year I would go down to the
plant, load up the trunk of my car and peddle them to
restaurants and bars in and around St. Louis. Cyranos was
one of my wonderful discoveries ... those were the days
when people smoked, especially at a coffee shop. The
steep outside stairs leading down, the basement rafters
concealing everything in the rafters all painted black,
and yummy desserts made it a very special place. I am
guessing it made more money than the music store above
it. It was never the same after it moved. My sales
career came to a quick halt after selling a truck-load of
seconds to Grandpa Pigeons when my dad's sales rep who
covered the area reported I had encroached on his
territory. My dad never dreamed I would go to a Grandpa
Pigeons and thought I was just fine going door to door to
little mom and pop businesses. 4-5-22</span></span></span><br /></i></div><p><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of course that led to a discussion of Tom Holley, whose family owned Grandpa's, earlier Grandpa Pigeon's:</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><i>All history is related for those who might
be interested. Grandpa Pigeons was also the grandpa I believe
of one of our classmates ... Tom Holley. My dad commented he was impressed because he could read
Tom's signature, apparently on a purchase order sent to the
company and I guess, like me selling ashtrays my dad made, Tom
was working for his grandpa at the store. It was a fun store.
So many people just scribble their name, my dad was impressed
when he learned Tom was a classmate who took the time to legibly
write his name. Funny
isn't it, what goes through that gray mass above our neck. It
has been awhile ... as you know. </i></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><i>Well, as you can see, I was waylaid in getting this posted, a trip to Atlanta, prep for that trip and now after a week, still unpacking. Here is the romantic tale of Bruce and Darlene in his words posted 15 May: <br /></i></span></span></span></p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN"></span></b>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>How a Boy from North Met a Girl from Nipher</b></span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYz8EIILFZ0BNRU72mXxnnQTJziDfmosUW6TgjdikGgj7yy1S30jEsr9zq32KUnMIHHKzja327Vt3FXZuOzkWWgWSjhRFQABzFzRbXvkTnXg3KAXrD8HQHtRfShmD8oXtQPmNQ5_zK_3pTjQFdmT-3do8jbzbZc5bLLRpLUOSAo9cQw-AR4Cf8ZdR2/s214/Picture1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="154" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYz8EIILFZ0BNRU72mXxnnQTJziDfmosUW6TgjdikGgj7yy1S30jEsr9zq32KUnMIHHKzja327Vt3FXZuOzkWWgWSjhRFQABzFzRbXvkTnXg3KAXrD8HQHtRfShmD8oXtQPmNQ5_zK_3pTjQFdmT-3do8jbzbZc5bLLRpLUOSAo9cQw-AR4Cf8ZdR2/s1600/Picture1.jpg" width="154" /></a></div><br /> I guess this story could start as boys
standing in line waiting to receive our high school diplomas and asking, “Who
is that cute girl?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a large
graduating class back in 1965.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe
close to 1,000.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Add to that number,
grades 10 and 11, when KHS was sophomore - senior classes and a combination
from North and Nipher Junior High, it was not unusual to NOT know someone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And speaking from a purely boy perspective,
KHS had a lot of cute girls!<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN">Darlene came from Nipher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I came from North.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mom, my brother, my cousins Pat and Becky
Wall <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(KHS 60 & KHS 63</i>) all
attended Nipher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mom attended when it
was the high school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My cousins not only
attended but later taught at Nipher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When it was my turn, North Junior High was brand new, and a little further
to walk than Keysor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lived on a street
called Wilcox, a street off of Essex. Our house was about 3 or 4 blocks from
the high school, depending on if you took the pipe over the ravine to get to my
house and a lot farther to North Junior High. [I had a wonderful high school romance with a resident of Wilcox, whom I used to walk to that pipe over the ravine after school sometimes, then high-tail it back to KHS Essex parking lot to catch my ride home. lvr]<br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"> I was in my senior year at KHS when Tom Friel
asked if wanted to go to an “away” football game.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMRdsZd7FjuQIZthwy_N_xilrp0_JgAYsRHbRF20vnk6h_G_wCG2wWhch0FeOdMQW9nKaEK1_uFfKWYbidoJc0p6JdCe9LaaFPWybvQFjJSZX9XORMtYShl9uTzyVoYHQlODGPg0Q_Dzm1p2aPGIuxNNK4HT3BQ26ZAosYuG7NZxNlk1s7iobIT3n/s227/Picture2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="227" data-original-width="153" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMRdsZd7FjuQIZthwy_N_xilrp0_JgAYsRHbRF20vnk6h_G_wCG2wWhch0FeOdMQW9nKaEK1_uFfKWYbidoJc0p6JdCe9LaaFPWybvQFjJSZX9XORMtYShl9uTzyVoYHQlODGPg0Q_Dzm1p2aPGIuxNNK4HT3BQ26ZAosYuG7NZxNlk1s7iobIT3n/s1600/Picture2.jpg" width="153" /></a></div><br />think we were playing Ritenour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat on the visitors side and in front of
us on Tom’s side were two really cute girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They were Juniors. Tom seemed to know them both, at least he knew their
names and started talking to the one close to him. My eye was on the one
farthest from me, a really cute strawberry blond. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN">(I later
learned it was a color that often changed.)</span></i><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN">On the way home Tom told me her name was Darlene
Petri.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He remembered her last name,
possibly from the associated with what we learned in biology as a Petri dish,
named after a famous bacteriologist. </span><span lang="EN"></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"> Over the weekend I couldn’t wait for school on
Monday in hopes of seeing her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With no
luck on Monday or Tuesday, I devised a plan. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3iQ4R9PTbY47X_-US8Rg_Wu3myaNiA0_RlZSAUscEWKrVYQkTZC5uk-ryBUSvaEJ0ekkgRx9RBgnj2ablWwn2678EAdm3yEpl2_YdC1xxlzoXKn2_9KpaNlcNSwho4nBQOF7IYvU0BlWjw9iMCmsPYA3YAe9qbxN6UXqvhJPNHLljW_AE1Fet-Z8/s258/Picture3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="191" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3iQ4R9PTbY47X_-US8Rg_Wu3myaNiA0_RlZSAUscEWKrVYQkTZC5uk-ryBUSvaEJ0ekkgRx9RBgnj2ablWwn2678EAdm3yEpl2_YdC1xxlzoXKn2_9KpaNlcNSwho4nBQOF7IYvU0BlWjw9iMCmsPYA3YAe9qbxN6UXqvhJPNHLljW_AE1Fet-Z8/s1600/Picture3.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><span lang="EN"> </span><span lang="EN"><br /></span><p></p><span lang="EN">I was on the “Call” staff as the business
manager and free to come and go to solicit ads for the paper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mrs. Conley, also my English teacher, led the
“Call” as well the “Pioneer” and we would meet for 6th period. I decided to go
to the office and ask if a note could be sent to Darlene to meet her at her
locker.</span><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN">Darlene had recently been photographed for the
“Pioneer” in a full page layout.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
student in the office was more than happy to help out, as well tell me where
her locker was located.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Darlene got
the note, she had no idea who this Bruce Antle guy was, so after class she
raced to her locker hoping to avoid him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN">No such luck, I was there to meet her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was excited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t know what to do. When I asked if I
could carry her books and walk her to the parking lot, she seemed relieved and
vaguely remembered me as the “other guy” on the bench next to Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said okay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><span lang="EN"> Our first date was a movie at the Esquire,
followed by a flaming Cherries Jubilee downstairs at Cyranos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was one of those cool, crisp fall
evenings. I asked if she would mind if I put the top down? She had never been
in a convertible and thought it sounded fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We rolled up the windows and put the heater on, then a slow ride home down
Clayton road, with the stars shining bright in the night sky and soft music
playing on the AM car radio from Wood River.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was magical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drove as slowly
as I could not wanting the evening to ever end. </span>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN">We dated that fall and winter for about 4 months,
falling madly and passionately in love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We broke up when things got too serious. 16 & 17 was a little too
young for marriage. After graduation I was heading off to college. We would
date others, but never stopped seeing each other, knowing if we ever got back
together it would be for keeps. </span></p><span lang="EN"> Four years later I was standing in a different
graduation line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time from
Washington University.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the audience
my mom had invited Darlene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN">A year later we were married. That was 52 years ago!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN">Looking
back, it was also the first and only time either of us had gone to an “away”
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and Darlene</i><p></p>
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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-83084194435829922832022-04-30T16:47:00.024-05:002022-04-30T23:32:02.870-05:00Joanne Hautly Cross, KHS64 and widow of our dear late friend Chuck<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Here is the link to Joanne's obituary in the Post Dispatch: <br /></span></p><p><a href="https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/stltoday/name/joanne-cross-obituary?id=34435617&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=obitsharebeta&fbclid=IwAR2nMxXspQvp7NRYKPeo-CodCa6eB2tPyHSRKh6vW0eoUwArBiQjOQ2iapo"><span style="font-size: medium;">https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/stltoday/name/joanne-cross-obituary?id=34435617&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=obitsharebeta&fbclid=IwAR2nMxXspQvp7NRYKPeo-CodCa6eB2tPyHSRKh6vW0eoUwArBiQjOQ2iapo</span></a><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Another trip to Bopp to mourn the loss of a great gal who leaves behind four wonderful daughters, grand-children and other relatives and many friends. Joanne was closer to our class than her own because she basked in the light and fun of hubby Chuck whom so many of us loved. I personally didn't know Chuck at KHS but in our later reunion activites we became very good friends. When I needed friends after my divorce, Chuck was always there. He renovated the kitchen of the house I bought so that my mom, who initially moved in with my children and me and had to eat frequently, could have a much-needed up-to-date kitchen. Chuck provided that, nevermind the fire as he was working but that's another day's story! It was a lovely kitchen and mom could cook to her heart's content. But back to Joannd, who was also the first cousin of our KHS65 classmate Linda Hautly, who I understand is doing well and still in Wisconsin, although not able to get to town for the funeral. Wednesday night I spent time with youngest daughter Becky Jones who is the secretary in the office at Paul Schroeder Park, the city park in Manchester. Becky told me that Joanne was doing fine, but had breast cancer in 2019 from which she recovered well with good treatments and care. However she later came down with lung cancer and one upper lobe was removed. Again she seemed to do well but that had metastasized and on March first she had a seizure which was a stroke from brain cancer. She was at home, with her girls each taking turns to care for her full time, until the last two weeks when she entered hospice care. The girls produced a great video of Joanne's life, from baby and little-girl photos to recent pictures with her children and grands. And, of course, several with Chuck. I noticed in several photos a lovely gold heart locket around her neck, which I had seen her wearing in her casket. She looked very life-like too, almost as if she was smiling up at me, lying there peacefully surrounded by the aroma of beautiful flowers. Gone too soon but leaving behind a legacy of love and wholesome family life. <i>So long Joanne, rest in peace surrounded by love and when you meet up with Chuck please tell him I said HI and thanks for being my friend.</i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i></i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWN3uZPP7IJMkxp8hSVm2pipF3g_7aVgq6U4q5Navma9FjHMorZq2LNR32-cpNqRjiZHGJYpAdRKHDvashXesDF4kO98UXqYxainfYxAja5XwwU7b6P7qASmGt_RdAsPFAXFQ477dAoXIKo-IJ-wVajLE_4IQvV3-I5m3nHdkaQCIH9BxexzgiuZWK/s3300/Joanne.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2550" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWN3uZPP7IJMkxp8hSVm2pipF3g_7aVgq6U4q5Navma9FjHMorZq2LNR32-cpNqRjiZHGJYpAdRKHDvashXesDF4kO98UXqYxainfYxAja5XwwU7b6P7qASmGt_RdAsPFAXFQ477dAoXIKo-IJ-wVajLE_4IQvV3-I5m3nHdkaQCIH9BxexzgiuZWK/w247-h341/Joanne.jpg" width="247" /></a></i></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /> </i></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955598923101354302.post-89235405710255670482022-04-16T22:09:00.002-05:002022-04-16T22:09:34.196-05:00Kirkwood School District Administrative Services Center on the move<p><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> I just saw today a notice in the Spring Alumni eCall that caught my attention because the Alumni staff have moved - I'd have stopped into the wrong place if I wanted to visit! J MILTON TURNER BUILDING, 1099 MILWAUKEE STREET, KIRKWOOD (314 213 6100) BUT the regular alumni office phone # remains 314 213 6123..khsalumni.org and alumni@kirkwoodschools.org are also the current online methods to reach the alumni staff.</span></span></span></b><br /></p>LeslieAlicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094918033628116723noreply@blogger.com0