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Blog 143 GOD SAVE THE QUEEN AND OLD SONGS…

Blog 143 God Save the Queen and Old Songs…

        and Who are these People?

Not asking God to save old songs, just the Queen.

“It has sometimes been observed that what leaders do for their people today is government and politics. But what they do for the people of tomorrow—that is leadership.” Amen. I heartily agree. That statement could stand alone for all aspiring leaders.

Queen Elizabeth’s comments came at the commencement of the recent global conference on global warming. She concluded her brief comments with “I, for one, hope that this conference will be one of the rare occasions where everyone will have the chance to rise above the politics of the moment and achieve true leadership.”

 

Songs for People Getting Older

In a couple of recent blogs, I lightheartedly dissed poetry, poets, and the teachers who taught poetry in high school. Yet I have repeatedly linked to a variety of songs that seem to reflect on our lives over the past many decades. More songs are on the horizon. Finally, I have realized that I like poetry when expressed in songs.

Speeding down the freeway last week, radio volume at alert, I perked up and paid attention to the song that ought to be the theme song for us oldsters: “Yesterday, When I Was Young.” A lot of people recorded it—Glen Campbell, Willie Nelson, Dusty Springfield, and Roy Clark, who probably has the best-known version. It was written by a Frenchman, Charles Aznavour.

Reading the words, I thought that the metric of the words is awkward, so I recommend that you click on one of the two versions below and fully enjoy the message.

Roy Clark version https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEY4LxORCeo

Willie Nelson version https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Q-CxOn2ubg

“Yesterday, When I Was Young”

Yesterday, when I was young
The taste of life was sweet
Like rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if
It were a foolish game
The way an evening breeze
Would tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built to last
On weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned
The naked light of day
And only now I see
How the years have run away

Yesterday, when I was young
There were so many songs
That waited to be sung
So many wild pleasures
That lay in store for me
And so much pain
My dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time
And youth at last ran out
And I never stopped to think
What life was all about
And every conversation
That I can recall
Concerned itself with me
And nothing else at all

Yesterday, the moon was blue
And every crazy day
Brought something new to do
And I used my magic age
As if it were a wand
And never saw the waste
And emptiness beyond
The game of love I played
With arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit
So quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all seemed
Somehow to drift away
And only I am left
On stage to end the play

Yesterday when I was young
There were so many songs
That waited to be sung
So many wild pleasures
Lay in store for me
And so much pain
My dazzled eyes refused to see
There are so many songs in me
That won’t be sung
Cause I feel the bitter taste
Of tears upon my tongue
And the time has come for me
To pay for yesterday
When I was young

 

One for the record…78 rpm, that is.

I have one other ditty for you today.

as I was brushing my teeth. That takes two minutes with an electric toothbrush, so my mind was wandering (it has not wandered completely off yet), and I thought how boring it is to do this daily chore multiple times. It is just tedious. And into my mind popped the song below. It is more a monologue than a song. It too was recorded by a variety of artists, including Walter Brennon, Hank Williams, Jr., Peter Lind Hayes, Doc Watson, even the Muppets. The first up was Carson Robison in 1948.

Somebody tell me you remember this one:

“Life Gets Tejus’, Don’t It?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkLQsO3kXpU

The sun comes up and the sun goes down
The hands on the clock keep a-goin’ ’round
I just get up and it’s time to lay down
Life gets tee-jus, don’t it, hmm

My shoes untied but I don’t care
I ain’t a-figurin’ on goin’ nowhere
For I’d have to wash and comb my hair
And that’s just wasted effort

The water in the well just gettin’ lower and lower
Can’t take a bath at six months more
But I’ve heared it said and it’s true, I’m sure
That to much bathin’ will, will weaken you

I opened the door an’ the fly’s swarm in
Closed the door and I’m sweatin’ again
And in the pros… (a huchh) crack my shin
Just one darn thing after another

Old brown mule he must be sick
I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick
He humped his back but he wouldn’t kick
Now there’s something cock-eyed somewhere

A mouse a-chewin’ on the pantry door
He’s been at it fer a month or more
When he gets through he’d sure be sore
‘Cause there ain’t a darned thing in there

 

Hound dog howlin’ so forlorn
Laziest dog that was ever born
He’s a-howlin’ ’cause he’s a-settin’ on a thorn
An’ just to tired to move over

The tin roof leaks and chimney leans
An’ there’s a hole in the seat of my old blue jeans
And I ett the last of the pork and beans
Just can’t depend on nothin’

Cow’s gone dry and the hens won’t lay
Fish quit bittin’ and it’s Saturday
Troubles are pilin’ up day by day
And now I’m gettin’ dandruff

Grief and misery, pains and woes
Debts and taxes, yea, so it goes
I think I’m gettin’ a cold in my nose
Life gets tee-just don’t it?…

A few more songs come to mind, such as “It Was a Very Good Year” from Frank Sinatra, “September Song”, and the one my grandmother was always singing, “Silver Threads Among the Gold.” Others will come to mind after this is posted, including one by George Strait that is buzzing in the part of my head where the recall button is supposed to be located.

Who are these people?

Here are a few photos from the vault, taken at various times over the years. Whom do you remember? As far as I know all are still with us, though one is on the lost list. If you cannot guess who they are, just ask. Or if someone wants to name them, just do it.






 

Blog 142 One-stop Shopping, Brands Gone Kaput, and Old Teachers, Again

Blog 142 One-stop Shopping, Brands Gone Kaput, and Old Teachers, Again

One-stop Shopping and Brands Gone Kaput

Brushing my teeth earlier today, I noticed I was using Colgate. Colgate and Crest are the two major brands on most retail shelves, though each has so many variations to fight decay, to whiten, to refresh your breath, that you almost need to be a dentist to make an informed selection.

Brushing away, I recalled brands that have disappeared from our lives. Whatever happened to Ipana, “made with Irium,” and Pepsodent “You’ll wonder where the yellow went when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent.” And don’t forget Squibb, “recommended by most dentists.” I would be remiss not to mention one of the very early Do It Yourself (DIY) home solutions of mixing salt and baking soda.

Here is what happened to some of those bygone brands. Way, way back, when we were all tadpoles, shopping was a series of trips to different stores to get our home needs. We went to the grocery store for food (that was all they stocked), on to the Summers Rexall Drug Store for hygiene needs—you recall those days.

Sometime in the late fifties or early sixties, some brilliant marketing strategist in the grocery industry had an epiphany—why not add drugs and other products to their shelves. Shoppers could buy toothpaste and soap and Band-Aids at one place without an extra stop at the drugstore.

Manufacturers of some brands jumped at the new marketing ploy and switched allegiance from drug stores to grocers. Not all did, however, and those brands begin to disappear. Squibb remained on the druggists’ shelves, but teethbrushers quit making the second stop on their route and Squibb disappeared from the scene.

What is the lesson here? It was one of the early lessons in the importance of distribution channels. If you want to sell your product, stay attuned to change and go with the flow of where people buy.

I don’t know what happened to Ipana, who sponsored Bob Hope’s radio show. I also know that none of us are distributing product, but you would not be reading any of this had I not looked at the tooth paste tube this morning.

Old Teachers, Again—and More Recollections on Poetry.
If you read and if you remember my last blog, I mentioned our 105-year-old teacher Mamie Brawner
from Freshman English class. A couple of you asked if I meant Mattie Sharp Brewer, but no, Mattie Sharpe was only 82 and taught senior English. I had intended to get out the year book and scan in Mamie’s photo so that you might recall her. As might be expected, the photo in the yearbook was taken when Jefferson opened in 1932 and did not truly represent her appearance. If time presents, I may scan her and other teachers later.

Reflecting on Mamie, I remembered that her poetry discussions is where we learned about tintinnabulation and onomatopoeia. Almost seventy years later, I have no clue what they mean, but I do remember the words—and I was able to write them here thanks to the spell-checker.

Mattie Sharp Brewer was beloved by most and was far and away one of the top two or three teachers at a school where almost all of the faculty were the cream of the crop.

Thinking about the superb teachers we had at Jeff, other memories come to mind, but those I will save for another installment.

Until next time…

Blog 141 Confessions, Poetry, and Lunch

Blog 141 Confessions, Poetry, and Lunch

I have a brain filled with trivia and lots of useless information that fills the crevices, nooks, and crannies of my brain. People often ask, “how do you remember all those things from years ago?” I don’t know. I just do.

Now here is a true confession.
I have never cared much for poetry, ever since freshman English with Miss Mamie Brawner. I remember Miss Brawner. She was 105 years old and looked every bit of it. Digressing, she retired while we were at Jeff, because her picture disappeared from the yearbook. I think she was 107 when she retired. But back to poetry…she had us read some poems and then asked what the poet was telling us. I had no idea and cowered down in my seat as she began to call on classmates for a response. Fortunately, Warner Fassnidge
raised his hand and gave some reply. Miss Brawner went into raptures about his response, which I did not comprehend.

Next confession
is that I do not read poetry. Forty years or more ago, I bought a book of the complete poems by Robert Frost. Someday, I may open it, but in the meantime, it impresses (I hope) visitors to our home, as the spine faces toward the room in our book table.

The Sunday newspaper publishes a poem every week. One recent poem caught my eye, and I actually read it. More importantly, I identified with it, because it talks about the long-forgotten events that hide within your brain. For your reading pleasure, I copy it below.

The Stain, Dave Garroway, and Everything Else

I remember the high school buffet

at my date’s country club

where I could never belong

and the mustard I spilled on the table,

ruining a girl’s puffy white dress

so long ago. I wonder if she remembers too.

The brain holds on to everything, it’s said:

the 2nd grade classmate’s football-shaped cake,

Dave Garroway announcing Stalin’s death,

a winning basketball shot in junior high,

Daddy’s cigarette smoke as he played the piano,

Mother’s note—”should anything ever happen to me I sometimes keep money

under the ironing board cover,”

among all the ordinary, strange, and hurtful

things I’ve ever seen, felt, or done.

They float up from the deep, trying to speak,

to remind me of the world that was—and still is,

the lost and found opportunities, the mistakes,

and all the good that keeps waving its arms

in the crowded past, trying to get my attention.

Ending the poetry jag, I do remember bits and scraps of poems that we tried to find meaning for. Carl Sandburg wrote about the fog in Chicago, “creeping in on little cat’s feet.” There was Blake’s “Tiger, tiger, burning bright” and a few others. Rest in Peace, Miss Mamie Brawner.

I may add a few more lines about memorable and not so memorable teachers the next time.

Class Lunch Our class lunch last Thursday was a good one. We missed our unofficial photographer, Patsy Patterson, who now lives in Tulsa. I took some photos and I asked all to take out their smart phones and take a selfie and a photo of the person(s) sitting near them. A few did, with the results posted below by our classmates and me.

Bob Huff Selfie

Dorothy Akers, Margot Rocha, Sylvia Cueva

Sam Bell
Reggie & Genevieve Brooks
Dorothy “Tas” McGraw

Fritzi Connolly               
 Warner & JoAnn Fassnidge

Fritzi Connolly & Larry Byrd
 Edward Davis

    Johnny & Sarah Coyle
Patsy & Don Martin

Cerene & Chuck Slagle
Jane Cobb

Pat Wiseman   
Servando & Amelia de la Garza

John & Betty Russell

Blog 140 A great discovery, Ann Hundley Nelson, and Skipper Quick

Blog 140 A great discovery, Ann Hundley Nelson, and Skipper Quick

Pay phone Redux:
Who remembers my last blog? I noted the passing of the pay phone from our culture, recalling how we searched them out as kids and the of joy of finding a coin in the slot.

Like Mark Twain’s premature obituary, I bemoaned too soon the passing of the pay phone. Instead, we should just consider them an endangered species. In Glacier Park in August, I came across two pay phones but found no coin in the slot. Actually, I am not certain that coins are accepted as payment any more. Here is proof that they are not gone.


In passing, Glacier is magnificent. This was a trip planned for 2019 but cancelled because forest fires broke out the week before we were to depart. This trip, forest fires in Oregon, Canada, and California covered the area in a significant haze most of our days there, but the day we went to the top was clear, mostly, and the views and scenery memorable.

One very sad difference from the planned trip in 2019 is that Jack and Marsha Davis were going to tour guide us all over the area. Sadly, Jack is no longer with us. We did drive by and salute their home, which supported a for sale sign.

Skipper Quick
Carol Quick sent an update on Skipper and their life in Victoria. Carol writes: Skip and I are still kicking but just not very high anymore.  Skip has very bad diabetes and traveling isn’t easy for him.

Take some pictures and send them if you get a chance.  We have moved to a Senior Community.

Hope there is still a good turnout for these luncheons.  Skip and I will celebrate 65th anniversary the end of August—where has all the time gone???

We feel very blessed to have lived long enough to see 8 grandchildren and now 8 great grandchildren.  Anyone wanting to drop a note to Skip—he would love it!

Note: Anyone who wishes to call or write Skipper can email me for the number or address, preferring not to post it on line. I am at jeff-54@satx.rr.co

Another passing. Ann Hundley died a month ago, with her memorial service September 18th. I did not know Ann but was aware of who she was. She married Louis Nelson, who was a year ahead of us, during our senior year. What I recall about Ann happened years later when she was horseback. The horse acted up, was spooked, or stumbled unexpectedly and Ann was thrown. Her neck was broken and she spent months in the hospital and rehab, but recovered. She was one tough lady. Here is her obituary.

 

Catherine Ann Hundley Nelson

September 7,1935 – August 8, 2021

 

 

Ann Nelson

935 – August 8, 2021

Catherine Ann Nelson, 85, of San Antonio, Texas left this earth on August 8, 2021, to be with her beloved husband Louis and her daughters Cathy and Susan. She is survived by her children, Debbie, and Robert (Buzzy) Nelson, along with six grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren whom she adored. Ann is also survived by her brothers, George and John Hundley, and her sister Roberta Hundley Walters, along with numerous nephews and nieces.

Born to Robert and Roberta Hundley, Ann was raised with her brothers, sister and cousins on the Hundley Dairy Farm, which no doubt inspired her life-long love for animals and the outdoors. At the age of 13, she was introduced to her future husband and at 17 began their marriage of nearly 65 years; a feat rarely accomplished but according to Ann, “Marriage is easy when you marry your best friend!”

Ann and Louis never passed up the opportunity to experience a different country and culture; however, their top travel priority was attending as many of their grandchildren’s football and baseball games as possible. Following in her parents’ footsteps, Ann’s summers were spent in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, where she led her family on every horseback ride and never failed to out-catch anyone brave enough to fish alongside of her!

Ann was a mother, aunt, and dear friend to many and will be remembered for her infectious smile, beautiful spirit, and her overwhelming love she had for her family.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Jackson Hole Wildlife Foundation at jhwildlife.org

Funeral Service

Saturday, September 18, 2021

2:00PM – 3:00PM

Porter Loring North Chapel
2102 North Loop 1604 East
San Antonio, TX 78232

 

Class Lunch:
It is Thursday. Hope to see a bunch of you there.

 

Blog 139 Bits and Pieces

Blog 139 Bits and Pieces

  • Classmates
  • Lunch coming up
  • Obituaries
  • Whimsey

Classmates:
Connie Mays Dyer
and
I spoke the other day. Connie has had a tough row over the last couple of years. She lost her husband and son fairly close together. Then three weeks after Byron passed, Connie fell on her driveway. Connie related, “Here I was lying in my driveway at 7:30 PM and my phone was in the house. I live on a very quiet street with little traffic. I could not get up and I was wondering if I would lie there till the next morning, when my housekeeper came. Fortunately, after a short while, my neighbor came out to close his garage door and found me. He got me to the hospital.” Connie had broken a bone she did not know existed—the bone that connects the thigh bone to the hip bone. Connie was in the hospital for five weeks.

I would probably know the name of the bone if I could remember the words to “Dem Bones”—you remember, “the neckbone is connected to the shoulder bone, and on down the body to the hip bone is connected to the _____ bone and the _____ is connected to the thigh bone,” etc.

Connie says she was fit before the fall and back to normal, except for all the titanium in her hip area. I asked Connie if she were driving again and there is another sad tale. Connie’s license expired while caring for Byron and was non-renewable after two years. So she has started over, studying the rules and taking the written test. She had just arranged a date for the road test when we spoke and admitted being nervous. Knowing Connie, she will excel.

Here is something I bet many of you do not know about Connie. At The University of Texas, Connie was a geology major. There were only a handful of female geology majors at that time. For years, Connie has been on the school of geology advisory council. If that does not impress you enough, Connie has also served for years on the Board of the Methodist Hospital system in Houston. She is now an honorary board member. My own accomplishments seem small in comparison.

Laura Moore Brusenhan
is just now recovering from a badly broken ankle bone, which she told me about last week. Laura was awaiting an elevator at her residence and she fell and blanked out. She thinks there was some reaction to a medication. On awakening, she was told not to move, as her ankle was obviously broken with bone showing. Laura has been recovering at home. Like Connie, she is packed with plates and pins. The prognosis is that she will not be able to walk on the foot until October, which seems a long way away. Laura is in good spirits, though, and upbeat as always whenever we chat.

Lunch Coming Up:
After a two-year hiatus caused by the covid, another class lunch is on the schedule for September 9th. You should know about that already, but you may not have responded about your attendance. Among others, Larry Byrd is coming over from Houston and a strong possibility of Bruce Cassel in for a visit from California. We hope to see the usual crew coming in from Austin, College Station, Georgetown, and other points.

Whimsey:
While maybe not truly whimsical, various flashbacks or triggers on the memory pop into my erstwhile brain from time to time. If I am not driving, I will jot them down and share here. The only problems with this method is that the memory jogs often occur while driving, or, if they do get jotted down, the issue becomes finding those notes when wanting them.

While I do not find the notes at the moment, I will regale you with something that will puzzle any sane person. For years, I have saved memorabilia—stuffed into a box for later perusal and not looked at for decades. By now it is a pretty big box. But as we all start to age of out of things, I have been sorting and mostly tossing stuff that has little value any more. Most recently, I came across a three old calendars. One of them was for our senior year. Maybe a few entries from our Senior Class Week will not bore too much. So here goes:

May 23. Baccalaureate Sunday. Schools cannot do this anymore.

May 26-28. Final exams.

May 29. Junior Senior Prom

May 31. Class Day, Senior Movie, Dance given by Bobbie Tate. A full day. I will talk about Class Day and the Senior Movie in another blog.

June 1. Senior bar-be-que, followed by a bunch going to Playland Park. I don’t recall the barbecue, but the calendar notes that I took Marilynn Black
as my date. Hope you are not embarrassed, Marilynn.

June 2. Senior dance. No more naming date names.

There were other activities of interest. One was a “Kid Party.” I cannot recall attending that, though it is on my calendar. Along the way, someone gave me a bunch of photos taken at the party, classmates of 1954 and 1955 dressed as kids. I posted these photos a couple of years ago, and since I do not remember the party, I probably was not there. The folder with the photos had Jackie Kindrick written on it. A few years back, I asked Sammie Kindrick for Jackie’s address so I could send her the photos. Sammie said she has no clue where Jackie is, that no one has heard from her for years.

In the calendar for the next year when I was a college freshman, I noted that I was in town for a dance jointly given by Larry Fly and Bruce Parker. I mentioned this to a classmate who remarked, “What are guys doing giving dances?” I don’t have a good answer except maybe they knew about the Me Too and other movements to occur in seventy years.

Here is a bit of
nostalgia
that tickled me. I especially like the captions.


Obituaries:
The most frequent question I hear is “Has anyone died recently.” We probably all read obits now, except they are becoming extinct. With San Antonio’s million and a half population, hundreds die daily. But the daily newspaper may have none to maybe thirty on a Sunday. Part of the reason is cost. This morning a neighbor whose wife just died told me a short obituary with a photo cost $1,000. That is outrageous and probably a major inhibitor for posting the obit. I think changing customs is another reason. Younger generations use social media and don’t find the formal announcement of value.

I hear about classmates passing on by the occasional obit, and word of mouth. In those instances, one can type in a name and obituary into Google or other browser. If there is one a funeral home or newspaper will usually be cited. All funereal homes have a website now, and they almost always have listed or archived obituaries of their clients. Is client the right word for the mortuary? Customers does not sound right, nor does “those recently embalmed or baked.” Send your suggestions.

Closing with a shocking thought:
When we graduated in 1954, we ranged in age from 17-19. High school graduates today were born between 2002 and 2004! I have been retired that long.

Blog 138 The Golden Age—We Lived It

Blog 138 The Golden Age—We Lived It

I received this from a friend the other day and thought some of you will enjoying reminiscing with me. This article says we were unique and special.  And we were, in so many ways.  There won’t soon be another generation like ours.   

Born 1930 – 1946

Special Group / Born Between 1930 – 1946.  Today, they range in ages
from 75 to 90.  

You are the smallest group of children, born since the early 1900s.


You are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which
rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.

You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.

You saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.

You saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.

You can remember milk being delivered to your house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch.

You are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of grieving neighbors whose sons died in the War.

 You saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their little houses.

You are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, you imagined what you heard on the radio.

With no TV until the ’50s, you spent your childhood “playing outside”.

There was no little league.  There was no city playground for kids.

The lack of television in your early years meant, that you had little real understanding of what the world was like.

On Saturday afternoons, the movies gave you newsreels sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.

Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines) and hung on the wall in the kitchen or on a table in the foyer…..(no cares about privacy).

Computers were called calculators; they were hand cranked.

Typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage and changing the ribbon.

INTERNET’ and ‘GOOGLE’ were words that did not exist.

Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on your radio in the evening.

As you grew up, the country was exploding with growth.

The government gave returning Veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.

Loans fanned a housing boom.

Pent up demand coupled with new installment payment plans opened many factories for work.

New highways would bring jobs and mobility.

The Veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.

The radio network expanded from 3 stations to thousands.

Your parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities
they had never imagined.

You weren’t neglected, but you weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus

They were glad you played by yourselves until the street lights came on.

They were busy discovering the post-war world.

You entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where you were welcomed, enjoyed yourselves and felt secure in your
future, though depression and poverty was deeply remembered.

Polio was still a crippler.

You came of age in the 50s and 60s.

You are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland.

The second world war was over and the cold war, terrorism, global warming, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with
unease.

Only your generation can remember both a time of great war, and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty.

 
 

You grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better.

You are “The Last Ones.”  More than 99 % of you are either retired or deceased, and you feel privileged to have “lived in the best of
times!”

AMEN!

 

Blog 137 Odds and Ends

Odds and Ends

  • Flashback
  • New People Finder
  • Lost and Found Classmates
  • Found and Lost Classmates
  • More classmates check in

Flashback!
After passing from a drive-thru and before powering up the heavily tinted window, a very bright sun hit me on the left side of my face. I was also hit with a flashback. Who recalls driving around all summer with our left arm a lot tanner than the right arm? Remember those days when we relied on open windows and wind rushing in to cool us a bit? We drove with our left arm resting on the window and got first a burn and then a tan as the days heated up.

Air-conditioning relegate those days to distant memory. It also recalls a time in the late 60’s when visiting San Antonio. My wife wondered why everyone was driving around with the windows rolled up in ninety-plus degrees weather. Hailing from the Midwest, she was not attuned to cars with air conditioning.

New people finder.
Quite by accident, I came across a new people directory on the Internet that is actually free and simple to use. In the not-so-long ago past, there were a number of these data bases that were free but now for a fee will provide everything about a person but their underwear size. Cheap as I am and lacking prurient interest in divorces and jail sentences, I eschew the pay-to-locate a person. This new data base for your interest is www.fastpeoplesearch.com Another is www.nuber.com which was formerly quite good but now offers more for pay than for free.

Lost and Found Classmates.
With the above data base, I found apparent matches for thirty-eight classmates from our lost list of eighty. It will take some time to verify, once I get a goose to start. Those found are male or female with a married name in our database. These people include Ann Adams, Shirley Auer, Arnold Barnett, Charles Cress, Bonnie Hirsch, Mabel Jew, Burt Klayman, Manuel Spector, and Bob Stoltz, among others. More names next time.

Found and Lost Classmates.
Two more were found from the database and listed as deceased. These would be Beverly Wolf
and Barbara Ziegler. I found obituaries, which will be included after comments from classmates.

More classmates check in. Here are comments from friends and acquaintances who wrote after the recent class blast email.

Marilynn Black Warren:
my news is getting more and more boring…I live here in Fairview Tx by Dallas in an Adult Community…….my house is what they call “A Villa” here in Heritage Ranch which is the name of this area.  It is a very active community with all houses …no apartments…….I sing with the Chorale Group here, Play Bridge three times a month, play Bocce Ball, Bowl with the league from here, and take care of my critter (a darling little Guinea Pig named Bernie).  No more dogs for me as I can’t go through losing another one…..it is just too traumatic and awful!!!  Little Bernie is supposed to live 8 or 10 years and he is 4 now!!!   I also play Mahjong with a group every Thurs Evening and my family gets together for “Game Night” quite often!!!  My step Granddaughter lives here with two of my Great granddaughters and my youngest son lives here also….my other oldest son has a ranch down close to Yorktown and raises exotic animals as well as longhorns and Black Angus cattle.  I am well and still love to cook so I’m very hearty looking these days too!!!  Take care dear one and keep these notices coming cause I LOVE hearing from you!!!!  Blessings Always, Marilynn B. (Marilynn sent along a pic of her guinea pig, not included here.)

Pete Sweet: I had Sept 9th marked on the calendar and we were excited to be able to see everyone again, but now we won’t be in Texas that week. Our son in Tennessee has invited us to Nashville to celebrate Carolyn’s birthday.  Please give my regards to everyone and let me know when the next luncheon has been scheduled.

Barney Cline:
Nancy and I enjoy good health, vaccine protection, and the pleasures of rural life near Blanco, Texas.  Grandkids are in nearby Dripping Springs, but daily our ranch family (five Longhorns, three donkeys and a big white dog) remind us how fortunate we are.

Anxious to resume travels abroad, we are eying Santorini and Crete in the Fall.

Robert Huff:
Thanks for the link. We drove by Jefferson last week and noticed the fountain.

Dorothy Darrah aka Dot Putnam:
I just read thru all your blogs in one sitting! Interesting info I must say😊. I wish I could be there for the luncheon in Sept. but living in Colorado makes that a long drive! I am well and still fairly active for almost 85. I have lived with my daughter and 21 yr old granddaughter whose still in college for the last 3-4 yrs and it keeps life active and moving along. Plus we have 3 dogs and a cat. Fortunately we also have 3 floors of living space and a good size yard! I for one really appreciated the Jan 6 blog. Expressed my feelings perfectly. Am hoping for better things in 2021.

Dorothy and granddaughter

Margaret Reming Metcalfe:
Just to let you know I am still around, though not getting around as lively as I used to. I live by myself in Austin, and enjoy it. Two of my children are nearby–one in Austin and one in Dripping Springs. The third is in Maryland. I retired 18 years ago after 16 years of working for the United States Government. Before that, I worked for the State of Texas for several years. Anyway, I am thankful that I am fairly healthy and able to get  around on my  own.

Marcia Dickinson Hudson:
I am spending 3 days at the Oregon beach to escape the 116 degrees in Salem. In all my years in Texas. I never had 116 degrees. And no airconditioning here. Its lovely and cool at the beach. Hope you have a wonderful luncheon.  Best to all. (Note: I asked Marcia how she ended up in Oregon.) She replied: After traveling all over with Air Force for 20 years, we moved to Oregon near my husband’s parents to start a new life in the wine business. Bought 40 acres, planted grapes, and opened a vineyard and winery.  Unfortunately, my ex-husband drank too much of his own product and I finally said “enough” and got a divorce. Went to college, and worked for the State of Or for 21 years and then retired in a place I love. Cool and green and covered in trees.  Say “hi” to all for me. Think of Jeff times often.

Mike Esparza:
I’m still in good health BUT I may have told you I have a hearing problem. There are many causes but I tell people most of the damage was done while I was stationed in Tucson which invited the Air Force Thunderbirds to perform there every spring.

The latest development is that the hearing aid for my right ear no longer works. I forget when I bought it and I have an appointment at the hearing clinic in two weeks. When I speak to people I turn my left ear toward the speaker.

I also forget the names of friends, movies, street intersections here in Aurora, CO for a few minutes or a few days. I have a few good features: I stopped smoking after my first daughter was born, quit smoking a few years later, don’t have diabetes and still weigh 165 pounds.

To the sad part.

Barbara Ziegler Mercer

July 18, 1936 – June 18, 2020

 

 

Barbara Ziegler Mercer, age 83, passed away on Thursday, June 18, 2020 in San Antonio, Texas. Barbara was born July 18, 1936 in San Antonio, Texas to Ida Lynn Caywood and William Ziegler. Barbara was preceded in death by her parents; grandson, Dallas Barlow; and brother-in-law, Jack Bessellieu. She is survived by her husband of 63 ½ years, Gary W. Mercer; sons, Robert and Randall Mercer; daughter, Lori O’Dea (Paul); grandchildren, Brandon Barlow (Jovette), Amanda Sime (David), Mathew and Michael Mercer; 7 great-grandchildren; older sister, Billie Lynn Bessellieu; younger brother, Fred Ziegler (Susan); and numerous nieces, nephews, and extended family members.

Beverly Grace Wolf Russell

August 2, 1936 – January 15, 2018

 



Beverly Grace Wolf Russell passed away January 15 at the Brookdale Alamo Heights Assisted Living facility after a brief illness.
Beverly was a long-time resident of San Antonio and a former school teacher, where she retired from Teddy Roosevelt High School. She is survived by her son, Chuck and Eileen Russell of Waco; daughter, Candace Sue and John Boothby of Newnan, Georgia; and sister, Margaret Bates of San Antonio. Her parents, Henry and Clara Wolf have been deceased for some years.
She is also survived by nieces Sarah and Pete Jackson, Cindy and Don Cutrer, and nephew Bill and Lisa Sims; friends Gene and Margaret Russell; grandchildren Tori Russell, and Noah and Kristen Russell, and great grandson Weston Russell.
Beverly loved the Lord. She grew up in First Baptist Church San Antonio and then served the Lord most of her adult life as a pastor’s wife. In her later years, she was an active member of First Baptist Church Universal City. She was a 1954 graduate of Thomas Jefferson High School in San Antonio and a 1957 graduate of Baylor University, which she supported with pride throughout her life. Next to serving the Lord, Beverly’s passion in life was family and friends.


MJR

Sophomore Scholastic

Society

“A” Band (Historian)

Math Club

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blog 136 On Tap Today

Blog 136 On Tap Today

Which classmate was an altar boy?

Thespian Island redux

Who is cornstalke and where is wolfpainter?

More classmate greetings

Which Classmate was an altar boy?
This tidbit came up in a conversation with one of our classmates, male obviously. It is someone I would not have guess, even given a multiple choice with two names. The answer may surprise you. I will reveal it somewhere near the end of this blog, just to keep your attention.

 

Thespian Island redux
Do any of you recall the class email and blog comments about Thespian Island? This is that little triangular-shaped island across the walk up to the front-door entrance to school. It was non-descript during our day, and my best memory of it is where bus riders were let out in the morning and picked up after school. The blog and email offered a short video on its renovation.

The renovation is now completed and was featured in a recent newscast. Thanks to the Jeff historian, David Segura, who forwarded the reference to the news spot. If you wish to view the revitalized Thespian Island, click on this website: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJAYBHpOA9M

Who is cornstalker23 and where is wolfpainter?
Whenever I send out an email blast to the class, one or two emails bounce back as undeliverable. Several times now, wolfpainter36@yahoo.com pops up as undeliverable. It belongs to Beverly Wolf Russell. Cornstalker was part of an email attached to Munson Fuller
(segue to the next section, coming up). It is incorrect, so if anyone knows of a classmate with cornstalker as part of the email address, please let me know.

Speaking of Munson, I called and had a totally excellent chat with him. Munson is a still practicing ENT doctor in Tulsa. I asked why he chose Tulsa for his practice and learned that his family was Oklahoma bred, but that a war job brought them here during WWII. The family roots beckoned them back to Tulsa, almost the day after our graduation. Munson went to college and dental school in Oklahoma. With the incorrect email address from him, Munson had not heard from our class in quite a long time. If anyone wishes to contact him, give me a shout for contact information.

A bit before that, I had a good conversation with David Bamberg. Like Munson, David moved after graduation to Birmingham, went to Samford U there and married a Birmingham girl, Rose. Penny and I used to lunch with them when we visited our son and family in Birmingham. David is well, though he was recently knocked of a loading dock by an inattentive driver. Fortunately, David has healed without lasting injuries.

More classmate greetings—Last blog included a bunch of classmate greetings in response to one of my emails. Here are the remainder,

Bill Crocker
Still unpacking boxes and getting squared away in our new house.  When you drive north through Marble Falls, the biggest intersection is with FM 1431 which goes northwest to Granite Shoals and Kingsland.  We are just off that road just before you get to Kingsland, on Lake LBJ. 

Gerry Gabehart
I r here. Fat and sassy. Looking forward to joining everyone

Jimmy Worley
(sent by Cheryl Worley) Just a quick reply to let you know that Jim is doing well.  He had a mild stroke on Christmas Day 2018 that didn’t cause any physical paralysis, but affected the communication center of the brain, so he deals with Aphasia.  He can talk but sometimes words are scrambled.  He has been busy in the garden.  He always has a big beautiful garden and loves doing that!  Here you can see a couple of photos.  With all the rain we have had we are sure to have a great bounty of vegetables!

Toni Hair Ritter
I live with my daughter Georgia and family in Lantana, TX.  My other children John, Laura and Cash are all nearby.

Carolyn Pope Boitnoit
We are still at our same address but may be moving in a year or so to a retirement community.  Our four story three/four-bedroom house is more than we need and getting harder to keep up with.  We still can make it up the stairs and are well for our age. Will let you know when/if we move.  

Ron Bridges
Count us in-been too long since last party.

Peggy Page Murry
Look forward to hearing all news  Thanks

Ben Williams
I don’t think I am dead yet. Still having fun.

Chuck Slagle
Still kicking. Hopefully, will see you in Sept.

Gilda Ackermann Gunz
Forgive me for not letting you know that I thoroughly enjoy reading your messages. Please keep them coming.  We followed the kids to East TX after 45 years in the same house in Corpus Christi. Life was good there, but I never enjoyed the wind and humidity. The best part of going to the beach was coming home to the shower. Today I would rather live right where I am in Tyler than anywhere else in the world.

When I lost all my hair to chemotherapy, the oncologist prescribed a “cranial prosthesis – diagnosis:  alopecia of chemotherapy.” In case you find that an unusual prescription, it is commonly called a wig. To my surprise, insurance covered the cost. I’ve enjoyed saying I didn’t wear a wig, but a cranial prosthesis.

Mike Esparza
I’m still here and have some news. I stopped driving, mostly for my own health, and my oldest daughter and her husband are in the process of selling my 17-year old Acura TL. That’s all this time.

Johnny Coyle
Good to hear from u, Jack!  September 9th is on our calendar— looking forward t it😊.

Also checking in: Rudy Alvarez, Patsy Hatch Patterson, Mike Gill, Bob Blake, Bobby Hunt, and Warner Fassnidge

Who was an altar boy? Have you guessed? He was Danny Sciaraffia! He was not the only one, however. Both Edward Davis
and George Pierce
were also, assisting at St. Mark’s. I don’t recall about Dan.

See you next time. Thanks for reading.

 

Blog 135 Classmate Updates and Other Ramblings

Blog 135 Classmate Updates and Other Ramblings

Note: blog subscribers who are not from the TJHS class of ’87, today’s effort is mostly about past and present classmates.

Regarding Facebook:
I have little use for Facebook and spend almost zero time on it, but that is gist for another time. Last Friday, I found something useful. It was Gordon Jamison’s birthday. I had not heard from Gordon for several years, though he used to call Ben Williams
and me somewhat regularly. At that time Gordon was living in a double-wide in Pflugerville. He moved to Bastrop to be close to children, and that is when he dropped out of sight.

Reading the Facebook comments, I discovered that Gordon died in February, 2019. Sadly, I cannot offer more, other than I captured two photos off Facebook and publish them after the Shoutout below. I will also relate what I recall from some of my conversations with him. The other timely Facebook notification urged wishing Joy Robertson
a Happy Birthday. Joy died in 2010, but every year, the reminder email appears.

Shoutout First, though, here is a Texas-sized thanks to those who have sent greetings after the last two class blast emails from February and April. Many of the notes were written in February during the severe winter storm across Texas. I am making the assumption that no one will object to being quoted here and perhaps more tenuous is the assumption that most of you will find the greetings and updates of some interest. They follow in the order they were received. Half the comments today and the other half in a day or so.

Jerry Cline Jerry reported having both vaccine shots and was looking forward to joining family and friends. He sadly recalled the deaths of Bobby Chalman, Richard Kaufman, and Jerry Harris. Jerry is still in California, while brother Barney lives in Blanco.

Jerry Stephens Jerry quickly volunteered to set up a virtual meeting for all who wish to participate. He is still working on it, but I think it is like herding a bunch of cats to get all the pieces to fit. Thanks for keeping at it, Jerry.

Bill Carls Bill wrote “Jo and I are still well and kicking. The only problem is that when I do some work I take longer breaks. I would be happy to join in on a virtual reunion.

I don’t know if I ever told you before but I graduated from the University of Michigan with an Electrical Engineering degree in 1964. After Jeff I went into the Navy for 4 years with one year in school for fire control radar and then traveled the Pacific for almost 3 years. After that I worked for RCA aboard a converted liberty ship with the last 6 months traveling the Caribbean. After graduation I went to work for the Jet Propulsion Lab, a NASA facility, until I retired at the age of 62. It doesn’t seem like I’ve been retired for 23 years. I guess time flies when you’re having fun.” Bill has driven down from Leander for the last Jeff lunch in October 2019.

Sue Elo Settles From Sue:” I’m missing the lunches as I’m sure most of those who were able to participate are also missing but understand the reason. I would be interested in a virtual get together, but don’t know how it works.

We have had a whirlwind of happenings since moving back to TX, my husband Jim passed away last year and our whole family had the COVID-19 in Nov but thankfully all survived. We are moving along into 2021 and as you know we are experiencing a unheard of winter storm as I write this note, just thankful it is not sleet and snow which would be even worse.

Genevieve Brooks Reggie and I are still here and rolling with the times.  As of last November we now have 11 Great Grands. It’s like we have to rent a hall to have a family get to gather.  It would be great to have a class get to gather again.”

Nancy Driesslein Pierce Enjoyed the info on improvements around Jeff since I  grew up only 3 blocks away on Furr Drive but haven’t been there in a while.  Loved the fish in the pond on Thespian Island as a kid.  (Kids could bike and walk around by themselves then.)  Thanks for the memory. 

Marcia Dickinson Hudson Hi all. Still alive and kicking(sometimes). Got my first covid shot last week. Hope you are all well.

Delbert Phillips Thanks for the update.  I live in Houston and was a good friend of Jerry (Harris). We’ve been without power off and on since Monday, usually 14 hours off and 3 hours on at a time..  Jerry Harris and I worked together  in the past and were good friends but didn’t know he passed.

Robert Huff Thanks for keeping us informed. I wish to stay on your distribution list.

Kathy Lentz Miller
DICK TURNED 90 FEB 23 AND I WAS 86 NOV 26 WE ARE DOING ALRIGHT. I HAVE  DOXY WHICH DR TAlKs TO YOU BY PHONE. I DO NOT HAVE VIRTUAL. WE WERE MARRIED 64 YEARS This PAST JANUARY. ALWAYS GLAD TO HEAR FROM YOU. I THINK THIS IS A GREAT IDEA. KATHY LENTZ MILLER

Bruce Cassell Thanks for Jerry Stephens’ efforts putting this (virtual meeting) together. At this stage of my life, I have a lot of flexibility in my schedule.

Living way out West, I don’t have contact with our classmates (other than Rich Kaufman who recently passed away).

Still in Coppell (Dallas suburb).

Ofelia Villarreal Siordio
Have added September 9th on my calendar. Still driving to SA. Praise the Lord!

Betty Davis Russell
Hooray!Hooray!  Great news about the lunch.

Jeanine Price
I am still here.

Fritzi Connelly
Good to hear from you, good health to everyone.

Frank Hagan
I am still here. 👍👍

Tas (Dorothy) Crawford McGraw
Good to hear from you Lunch in September sounds good.

Priscilla Tate
I’m still here! And getting ready to fly to my beloved Maine on June 5.  I’ll stay until mid-October and come back when the heat is mostly down to the 80s.

I’m so lucky to be in good health; I’ve had one knee and one hip replaced and walk at least a mile every day.

Gordon Bartley Still here and kicking but not very hard

More comments next time.

Remembering
Gordon Jamison




I did not know Gordon well at Jeff, but here is my recall of conversations since then.

In later years Gordon adopted “Buffalo” as his middle name, not officially, but when he added his name to something, it was always “Gordon Buffalo Jamison.”

When putting together the class book of memories after our sixtieth reunion, I asked Gordon about sending his input. He began telling me about his life and I jotted down as much as I could as he rambled.

Succinctly, Gordon graduated from UT in 1959, sold insurance for a number of years, married, divorced, and married a Jeff grad a few years behind us (sorry, I don’t have her name.)

Gordon was in two serious auto accidents with long rehab periods. Afterward, he taught school for a couple of years, moved his family to California, back to Texas in 1970, and returned to selling insurance. After being widowed and retiring, Gordon moved to Guatemala for nine years and later to Honduras for a year or two. Too much rain brought him back to Austin, and hence to Bastrop. RIP Gordon.

“I shall return.”
Douglas Macarthur

Blog 134 Diversions

Blog 134 Diversions

Time flies. Like fireflies, time lights up and disappears. No heavy news to report, so here are some things on my mind, either here or next time:

Words and music

Texas boasts

San Antonio Monopoly

The Case of the Lost Mask

Foolishness

 

Music with words:
It seems that today everyone needs to listen to music all the time. People wear earbuds and stream music into the ears and brain and each has a playlist of favorites. I don’t, except when in the car with the radio tuned in. The other day, Cole Porter’s great song “Anything Goes” played and the words struck a chord regarding our society today. Quoting one verse:

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking

But now, God knows
Anything goes

Good authors, too, who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
Writing prose
Anything goes

 

Keep in mind that the above was written in eighty-odd years ago. The title perfectly describes our society today, when obscenities screamed from the silver screen, television and newspapers make no apologies over vulgarities, and books let us visualize the words.

In 1959, a shipmate invited several of us to weekend at his home in Hickory, North Carolina. The novel The Spanish Gardner
by D.H. Lawrence had recently been republished and was being banned everywhere in the US. The book was racy for the time but oh so tame by today’s standards. One evening in Hickory, we sat around the kitchen table in a discussion with our host’s sister, Susie. She was an English professor at a local college. Susie maintained that we should be free and comfortable to use profane words in casual conversation and not be chagrined. I was not convinced then and not now, although our sensibilities are deadened by constantly being bombarded with profanities that no longer have meaning and no longer shock.

Words:
I have two books to recommend, neither filled with four letter words. First is The Thursday Murder Club, in which the characters are just like us—septuagenarians and octogenarians. It takes place in a posh retirement community in England and is filled with laughs and good manners. No four-letter words, but good observations and philosophy. For example, one proclaims that if one is in professional sports today, it is mandatory to get covered in tattoos. It is well written by an English television writer.

The second book someone gave to me: Murder on the Riverwalk. Yes, it takes place on our SA Riverwalk and is full of references to places and streets around town. It is not a bad book and again pretty much devoid of four-letter words.

And ends the discourse about authors who once knew better words. Next time I will tell how I learned the origin of the f-bomb from Bishop Pike in a church service.

If you want to listen to Ella Fitzgerald sing Anything Goes, click here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=as-whCYL4ns

San Antonio Monopoly:
Parker Brothers has announced a new Monopoly version featuring San Antonio place names and streets. I suspect Boardwalk will become Broadway, and the missions will replace the railroads, we will see Houston and Commerce Streets. I believe people can send in suggestions. I thought of sending Stutts Street. Truly, Stutts Street does exist somewhere near the Freeman Coliseum, believe it or not.

Foolishness:
Below is a cartoon someone sent across the internet. It may not show up when the blog is posted. If not, it says “My wife asked me why I spoke so softly in the house. I said I was afraid Mark Zuckerberg was listening! She laughed. I laughed. Alexa laughed. Siri laughed.”

There is so much truth in the fact that business and our government know all about our movements, our habits, and some of our thoughts, just by what we post on social media or check out on internet. Shades of Big Brother from George Orwell’s 1984.


Will wrap this blog up and continue next time with Texas Boasts, The Case of the Lost Mask, maybe more words and music, and what Bishop Pike taught me about the origin of the F-bomb.