Heidelberg High School Newsletter
The Early Years, Classes of 1947 to 1965
John Hogan ’65 sent the image above, along with another one we used in Fall 2010.
Half of the Very First Class at HHS Has Moved
(see Address Changes, page 10)
Peggy Johnson Thurman ’47 (October 22, 2011): We have moved. We are in a retirement community near Lexington
KY where I spent my childhood and near our daughter who lives a short distance from us.
Ella Keller Chambers ’47 sent us her new address, in Arizona.
Margaret Raymond Peck ’47 (September 2011): Thanks for the latest edition of the newsletter. We have moved to a
retirement community. I enjoyed reading about the reunion in Heidelberg, even though I didn’t know anyone who
attended. We went to the 50th anniversary in 1996 and had a great time. One classmate of mine, Larry Russell, also
attended, so one-third of our class made it!
Class of ’54: Enough News for a Section of Its Own
Bill Petrini, husband of the late Glenda Casey Petrini ’54, wrote to Bob Hines ’54 (September 2011): Dear Friends, I
truly enjoyed receiving the Heidelberg High Newsletter, and reading about all the good friends I made on our trips to
Heidelberg. I really miss that wonderful town. I also miss being a part of the Newsletter “folding.” I am enjoying life up
here in Maine with my daughter and family. Two of my three grand kids are now in college. The weather has been
excellent all spring and summer. It has been in the sixties and seventies, and we missed the hurricane. Hope you and your
families are doing well, and perhaps someday we will see each other again. My very, very best wishes! Bob responded:
Hi Bill. I thought about you just before the reunion and was wondering if you decided to go and visit the people you know
so well. We miss you too. I'm glad life is good with your kids and grandkids. Is the oldest girl in college now and where
did she go? We miss both you and Glenda and those wonderful lunches prior to folding and licking.
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Yvonne Vigneras Duiker ’54 (September 2011): I so enjoyed the last HHS newsletters. I was amazed to read that
Professor Tierney had taught at HHS prior to my arrival in the fall of 1953. I learned so much from his art classes on the
Semester-at-Sea spring voyage of 1989 as he is extremely knowledgeable and an inspiring professor. Do you have his e-
mail address? [No, but he welcomes calls: 801-272-3311 (h) or 801-232-3382 (c). See Fall 2011 newsletter. – Ed.]
I also want to thank my ’54 classmate, Bob Hoagland, for his gallant words. I also recall Bob, and that solid
geometry class, with fond memories. Unfortunately, 57 years have altered my “parallelepiped” figure. Although I do
enjoy exercising, I’m afraid I enjoy my cooking and evening martini more!
My husband of 51 years, Bill, and I continue to enjoy our life here on the OBX (Outer Banks of North Carolina),
despite the occasional hurricane. We keep busy revising Bill’s World History text book which for the past 20 years had
been used in colleges all over the US. It is not only fascinating to have to read about the world but the income has
afforded us to continue our global travels.
We brought up our two daughters with the maxim: “18 and out.” And, they must have been listening, as one lives
in CA and the other in Italy. This allows for extended family holidays here at the OBX beach as well as interesting trips to
So far we have been most fortunate with our health despite a few replaced parts. I consider 5 essential ingredients
to a happy life: health, love, time, money, and purpose. So far, so good, and I wish the same to all my ’54 classmates and
HHS alums. I recall my one year at HHS and exploring the beauty of Heidelberg with joy, although it seems like another
lifetime. I thank all of you who work so diligently to keep the newsletter alive and well.
Rita Wycoff Zener ’54 (January 2012) is still busy. The Montessori teacher training course she wanted to teach in
Phoenix opened up in September 2011. She and Karl spent 7 weeks there, enjoying daily classes and warmth and
sunshine, and will return this June. They have also taken several vacations, to Mexico and elsewhere, over the past year.
Bob Hines ’54 (September 2011 – an update on his and his son’s serious weekend auto racing activities): My son
finished 3rd at the national championships at Road America, in Wisconsin. Race started in the rain and then track started
to dry and our tires got too hot and kind of gave up.
Jim Moyers ’54 (in a holiday letter): 2011 has, by and large, treated us well despite some health concerns. Cora has had
some bone marrow disorder – fortunately properly diagnosed and under appropriate treatment. Jim has had some vision
problems due to diminished peripheral sight in the left eye. That should be able to be corrected, hopefully in early 2012.
In short, given our ages and levels of activity, we can’t really complain. After all, we’ve prayed and labored to reach this
point in our lives. It doesn’t seem cricket then to carp because we can’t accept the aches and pains associated with it.
The economy still is a handicap for some of our family. However, the outlook now doesn’t seem as grim as was
the case a few months ago. Please join us in prayers that all who are similarly situated can be up and running again in a
more robust economy. Let’s pray also that our government can try to come together on a meaningful program and not
continue to throw the country under the bus while trying to score some partisan
We had a nice lengthy visit from daughter Yezmin this summer, capped off by
a lot of us getting together in Radford, Virginia, the current address of the two
oldest granddaughters, Hannah and Bina. While on the subject of those lovely
ladies, it’s time to announce that the elder, Hannah, has announced her
engagement! The nuptials will be in early August 2012.
We continue to live at a very leisurely yet active pace in western Florida, just
south of Tampa. We have ample local cultural venues, both here in Sun City
Center as well as in nearby Brandon and Tampa. We have excellent local talent
here in our backyard as well as the Met in HD opera movies in nearby Brandon.
We still visit the Orlando area occasionally although, for the moment, we’ve
become a little tired of the Disney scene. There’s a lot in Orlando to see, however,
that doesn’t entail Disney. There is also a very lovely and fairly inexpensive
French restaurant there and we simply must sample their comestibles anew!
We have just returned from a one week Princess cruise where we
had the attached photo taken. Blessings for you and yours in 2012 and in the years
to come. Cora and Jim Moyers
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Remembering the Late Keith Walters (’52)
by his daughter, Alta Walters
As kids, we were regaled with his high school stories of European travels and basketball, skiing, mountain
climbing and hunting. We knew the names of the memories, and a picture of some of those great American-German
friends graced his desk until the day he died. I sent it to Bill Cagle that week (the only one left for whom we had a known
address), so that photo could stand in testament to those connected German experiences for so long as one of them lived.
Writing an obit for my father, Keith Walters, is the toughest writing assignment I’ve ever been given.
He was a success. Defining that concept for himself took the better part of his life but the journey was well worth
the occasional dead end and detour. He was a man who believed that he should be shaping his life, but frequently life’s
events overtook him and the measure of him was in how he played the hand he was dealt.
He was an only child, raised partly by his mother and partly by his grandparents. They all spoiled him. If he didn’t
like what his mother made for dinner, he’d go to his grandmother’s to check the menu there. When his mother met and
married a career military man, it changed his life. He had a father and his father’s profession came to help him create a
sense of family. That’s what high school in Germany was to my dad, a sense of family. On his return to the States, Keith
was cut a little adrift from the tight knit crew from his high school days. He attended college in Marquette, Michigan and,
of course, played basketball. Though he did well enough there, college didn’t settle him – he was footloose and without
roots – except for his love for Houghton/Hancock and Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. One summer he got a job selling
bibles (of all things) and there met the little Irish wench who shaped much of his life. He didn’t finish his degree. He
married Patricia Kelly who shared his love of reading, of aesthetics and debate and before long he was a father – and then
again and again and ... Five in all, four daughters and a son, smack dab in the middle.
We were a wild tribe – finally a family that helped define him, even as we were a restricting force. My parents
were very young with five kids born in six years. The early years were a struggle. He found himself in the wedge of
middle-management – a dispatch manager for General Electric. They bought a house just over the border, in Canada. My
parents lived frugally, believing that something worthwhile was worth waiting (and saving) for and that if you wanted
quality and knew what you wanted, you could always make it yourself. That, and tight circumstances, made my father
explore furniture building, a love that he developed throughout his life. I remember my father reading poetry to us, and to
my mother. We had traditions – certain poems in the spring, some in summer and some (along with singing) for the
winter. Concerned that the kids needed strong reading skills, my dad disabled the television. He took out some of the
tubes and we all became readers. We were permitted television only in leap years–so he could watch the winter and
summer Olympics and then finish the year out watching the election returns.
Two things that he endured – Keith, with a continuing love of basketball and a fine singing voice, had a tribe of
kids who were tone deaf and clumsy. We participated in sports, but none with the fine edge of coordination that he so
loved. So he had kids who were cross-country runners and a couple of gymnasts who were like poetry on the floor, but
with two left feet in the rest of life. I believe we all just had heads so full of ideas that we weren’t paying attention. My
dad thought we took after our mother – not so bad after all, since he loved her.
In the late sixties he and my mother ambitiously decided to double the size of our house. He hired, and paid, a
wonderful family of Italian carpenters to build it. They sang and laughed as they worked and the shape of our new big
home rose quickly. Halfway through the project they went on a vacation – a huge family reunion in Western Canada – and
a terrible accident killed the entire family. We were left with a partially built house and no money. It was such a shock,
such a tragedy, that we couldn’t even be angry over our predicament. Once again, my dad rolled up his sleeves and spent
the next seven or eight years finishing the house. It turned into who we are, and today the Radivini brothers have left their
imprint on everyone in the family. We all build. My dad learned, sometimes the hard way, how to build, wire, plumb,
drywall and finish a house. His skills grew. His woodworking matured and became increasingly beautiful.
As his kids grew, so did his career. By the seventies he had risen to executive management and life was easier.
Once the kids weren’t always underfoot, he and my mother returned to exploring together. They took up judo, pottery, and
college classes at night. They became accomplished potters, my mother a prize winner in Ontario. Keith continued to
build furniture. They had a saying, he made the living and she made it worth living. Together they took courses in geology
and then we’d all pile into our Volkswagen van to explore the footprint of glaciation or other geologic features within a
day’s drive. He loved folk music and complex harmonies and cringed when we started bringing home rock’n’roll. But
sometimes it wasn’t so bad after all. He ended up expanding his musical tastes in keeping with a tribe of wild kids.
In 1976, he and my mother took the plunge. Their children were growing up – only one left at home. They bought
an unfinished house in Copper Harbor, Michigan with the idea of starting a seasonal gallery. They pulled up stakes and
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invested in their dream. It was a disaster. The gallery was a success, but mid-life issues, empty-nest, and the strains of
living and working together splintered their marriage. After only a couple of years, they’d split.
Faced with having to decide what he wanted to do when he grew up – and the time to do it, Keith decided to go to
law school. He moved to California and enrolled at Golden Gate University in San Francisco. I got to see this part first
hand, because I’d finished my undergraduate degree and was headed out myself for law school. We were simultaneously
the oldest and youngest students at Golden Gate. As painful and disruptive as their divorce was, it was also the best thing
for them. My dad could be overbearing; my mom wasn’t good at making her voice heard. His force of personality left
little room for dissent. Separation and finding his way without her taught him a lot. He dated but it was unfair. He
measured others by the standard of that little Irish wench. In a school full of bright uppity women, he learned that he liked
his old uppity woman best of all. In his absence she found reason to love him again and to make room for the full measure
of his personality, just as he came to his senses to make room for hers, too. They did divorce, but it didn’t take. By 1980
they’d moved back together and in 1982 they remarried. My dad changed their saying – now it was if he kept her happy,
she made him happy. It was that simple. They got a dog.
They bounced around the country a bit, before he found work back in Michigan that let him take advantage of his
life experience and his law degree. The next few decades were the sweetest of their lives. They travelled. My dad got to
take my mother to Europe to share his old German haunts. They fell in love with France and returned repeatedly. They
went to Strasbourg for language classes – German for him, French for her. While finishing up their working years in the
Grosse Pointe area, they designed and built another house back up in Copper Harbor. It was their last house, the house
they wanted for them. My dad got to build all of the interior – custom cabinetry and furnishings throughout. My mother
continued in her pottery and made the tiles for this, their dream home. They connected with their children, and then
grandchildren. My father was proud that his kids were still wild and opinionated, talented and offbeat. He wouldn’t have
wanted it any other way.
When he retired, they finally settled in Copper Harbor. There they worked and played. They picked berries and
made jam. My dad cut and chopped their firewood – heating through the Northern Michigan winters with a woodstove.
They lived their love for the north woods. My mother watched birds – my dad built her a pulley driven birdfeeder outside
their dining window. They spent hours there, dreaming and planning. They volunteered in the community and served in
public office. In their last years together my parents taught me how to live, how to live fully – to work some every day
and to make time for reading and debate and good wine and food and friends. Mostly it was a pleasure to see that my
father, who’d struggled from time to time at fitting into the universe, had found his place and his heart with my mother in
Copper Harbor. They were in love as much in their everyday as any couple could ever be.
When Keith got sick, they were a team. They fought it together as long as they could. In the weeks before he died,
when it was clear the fight was over he told her that the rest of it was okay, but that he just hated leaving her. He kept his
spirit and humor until the day he died. A class act. Hard shoes to fill. He is missed.
Captured by the French
by Dave Murphy ’53
On summer weekends Keith Walters, Bobby Moore and I would sometimes hop on a steam train at the
Heidelberg Bahnhof and get off at some remote village from which we would traipse into the mountains for a few days of
hiking and camping. We might visit a castle, climb a peak, or just look for some other adventure.
On one such excursion we were hiking along a fire road about two-thirds of the way up a valley when we noticed
six or eight soldiers in uniform below us about a half mile away. We paid little attention to the fact that their helmets did
not look like the standard US Government Issue. We decided to try to get them to chase us. We yelled and made some un-
gentlemanly gestures and started running away from them. We giggled as they chased us. After about twenty minutes this
first group of soldiers was nowhere in sight.
We then got a glimpse of a somewhat larger group so we again scampered away. After about ten minutes we were
convinced we had once again eluded both groups and sat down to rest. We had not been sitting down long when these
strangely dressed soldiers appeared. We got up to run again only to find another group coming from the opposite
direction. We were surrounded.
They approached us said: “Venir avec nous” and motioned for us to follow them, which we meekly did. They
marched us to a crossroads and motioned for us to sit down. We obeyed.
A French officer approached and we explained we meant no harm and only wanted to have some fun. He was not
amused. “Please wait” he said and motioned for us to sit once again, which we did. After what seemed to be a very long
time, but was probably only about a half hour, a US Army jeep came down the road towards us.
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As it was abreast of us Keith yelled: “This war stinks.”
The jeep, by now already past us, screeched to a stop and backed up to where we were sitting. We repeated our
story to the driver and asked if he could “free” us. He had a brief private conversation with the French officer and then
told us to climb into his jeep. He drove us to the train station where we had arrived that morning and told us to go home
and not make any more trouble.
It seems we were in the middle of combined-forces war games and that our little diversion was not appreciated by
those in charge. Neither was it appreciated by our fathers, but nothing else ever came of it.
Keith should have worn glasses for distance, but did not. There was however nothing wrong with his color
perception. In those days my vision was 20/15, i.e. better than normal. On the other hand I had poor color perception. Our
joke was that I would identify a distant object and Keith would tell me what color it was.
Keith was justifiably proud of his position on the high school basketball team, but he also liked to ski. One winter
holiday the two of us went to Garmisch for several days on the ski slopes. Keith skied particularly conservatively, because
it was the middle of the basketball season and he wanted to avoid any injury that might restrict his playing. After skiing
for a few days, we arrived back at the Heidelberg Bahnhof. Keith was congratulating himself as we left the station with
our skis over our shoulders. Keith stepped off the curb and turned his ankle. Fortunately it healed rapidly and did not keep
him off the basketball court for long.
Keith was a loyal friend with whom I hiked, skied, camped, traveled, drank and double-dated. My sadness at his
passing is softened a bit by the above and other fond memories I have of our time together.
In memoriam: Will Roosma ’53
Will’s funeral at Arlington Cemetery in September 2011 was attended by his large extended family, including of course
his twin brother Garry ’53, and many, many friends. Several classmates from West Point were there, and from HHS came
Rita Wycoff Zener ’54 with her husband Karl, Mark Smith ’55 with his wife June, John Holsenback ’55, and Jan
McLin Clayberg ’59. One of Will’s nieces (Garry’s daughter), now Lt. Col. Roosma, graduated from West Point as well
and sang with the West Point Alumni Glee Club during the service. Stories told at Will’s funeral proved him to be a
remarkably generous, thoughtful superior officer to his junior officers and men, as well as a deeply committed Christian.
Once, Will also made a bit of history: As a colonel involved with arrangements for Ronald Reagan’s second inauguration
in 1985 and facing record cold for an inauguration day of -2° with wind chill temperatures of double digits below zero,
Will made the difficult decision to move the ceremony indoors and cancel the parade. (The only other inauguration moved
indoors was Taft’s in 1909, but because of heavy snow rather than bitter cold.) Although the troops and school bands
sorely missed the glory of marching down Pennsylvania Avenue, Will’s decision saved them from truly dangerous cold.
Will and Garry were only the second set of twins to graduate from West Point in the same class. See also the next
item, which appeared in the HHS Early Years Newsletter of September 2005:
HHS CLASS OF 53 AT WEST POINT AS THE CLASS OF 1958
by Garry Roosma ’53
Heidelberg High School was well represented at West Point in the Class of 1958. From the HHS class of 53
were Claude Fernandez, Mike Davall, John Hill, Lucky Jenison, Hal Lyon, Dave Parsons, Garry Roosma, Will
Roosma and Dick Schomberger. The HHS Class of 54 had Bob Dey, Bob Finkenaur, Bob Gall, Bill (Sanders)
Graf and Paul Schomberger. The HHS class of 51 gave us Buddy Davenport giving us a total of 15 that
graduated in 1958. Bill Henning and Larry Burchell started with us but dropped out. Larry went into the Class of
1959 and graduated with them.
Thoughts and Memories from the Class of ’55
Chick Williams ’55 (Christmas Day, 2011, Palmetto Bay, FL): Outrageous beautiful day 80/64. One of the nice things
about going for my coffee on Christmas Day and New Year’s Day – there is no traffic! I think I only saw 3 cars and a
bus. But like last year there is a surprising lack of kids out trying out their new Christmas gifts. As a matter of fact there is
NOONE out this morning. Back in Oklahoma, the streets were full of kids no matter how cold it was on Christmas
morning. [Too true. Today’s kids, and many parents, are indoors staring at their electronic devices…. – Ed.]
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Phyllis Boyd Mitchell ’55 (September 2011): When I read the newsletter from HHS, it is indeed with bittersweet
memories. I have never read about any of my classmates either at Heidelberg or Kaiserslautern HS. (Only one, a few years
ago. We exchanged greetings and I can’t remember his name.) People like Danny Pickett,
Pat Towers, Phyllis and Margaret Funk, Silvia Laurence, Dick Shipley, and of course
Joan Kiernan who I bunked with at the Heidelberg dorm and who married Dick Shipley
later. He is now deceased, and Joan and I still communicate, a 60-year friendship!
Our first dorm house was a quaint, beautiful home in Heidelberg, 37 Quinckestraße. Then
we moved into the newly constructed dorm and stayed there until the Kaiserslautern school
was opened. All of us lived in Vogelweh housing, and the school was in another apartment
that was being readied for occupancy. Biology class was in the kitchen.
This picture at right
was taken at Vogelweh
where I am sitting on a
park bench with my little
three year old brother,
I am still looking for
a picture of Joan and me
outside the school.
Amazing how things just
get lost in my little house
and my memory! Can’t remember where I put
I am constantly amazed at the successes that
we brats have accomplished and I for one would credit
the excellent education we received, and the discipline. Oh, we tried pranks and occasionally challenged authority but it
was the 50’s you know and this was the Army. Has anyone discovered statistics of how many of us entered college,
became language proficient, started businesses, etc.? [A great idea, but challenging. Any volunteers?]
My best to all of you, those I loved and those I forgot to remember. Hopefully someone will turn up that attended
Kaiserslautern HS. [We have put her in touch with one alumni group from there. – Ed]
Updates and Memories from More 1950s Classes
Patsy McInerney Whitaker ’50 (September 2011): As always so grand to receive the newsletter – such fond memories.
So sad, however, to read of my special friend Doug Dwyre’s illness. After Heidelberg when Doug went to West Point, he
was in my oldest brother, Jim’s company. We kept in touch. Also the death of Will Roosma. I did know his older brother,
John, who was also a classmate of my brother Jim and his lovely wife, Diane. We did have a wonderful McInerney
reunion at West Point this past August. My husband, Bill Fannon, passed away in 1993 and I met a widower, Hubert
Whitaker and we’ve been married for 17 years. I love to play golf and travel. Best regards, Patsy.
David A. Roth ’50: Thanks to you all and your colleagues for your splendid achievements in keeping the special spirit of
Heidelberg High so robust. I was a freshman in the first class at the old University School location. So my memories go
Walt Parsons ’52 (November 9, 2011): Looks as you all had a great time in Heidelberg. Sorry we missed it, but were in
the throes of a move. [See Address Changes.] FYI, St. Michaels is a great place to live, especially if you are right on the
water. Kind of touristy but not a large town like the Outer Banks.
Jim Baker ’52 had hoped HHSers could join him at the 2011 Oktoberfest at Ft. Belvoir, VA, but it was too late to plan.
Not so long ago, Joan Dickson ’58 and others from HHS met at Oktoberfests in the DC area. If you’d like to resume that
local tradition in fall 2012, call or write Jim at 703-640-6847 or firstname.lastname@example.org and mark your calendars for the first
Saturday in October. Meanwhile, at the Oktoberfest in 2011, a good time was had by all, as Jim tells us:
Kathie and I went with our two grandsons, C.J. (13) and Griffin (7). Despite the misty rain, we had a great time. I
was surprised at the number of people who were there. The Beer Tent was full. I took two of the liter beer mugs I acquired
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from the Hofbräuhaus in Munich with me and asked them to fill them. They were selling a half liter of beer for $5.00.
They let me have the first fill up for $5.00 each but said they would have to charge me $10.00 each for a refill. Of course,
one liter was our limit! I met one 1970 Heidelberg graduate who was going to get me in touch with a group that he
belonged to. His last name was Wrinkle (I believe – but don’t hold me to it!). I hope his friend gets in touch with me but
my hope is beginning to fade since I haven’t gotten an email yet. I’ll let you know if I make contact.
Cherri Bowers Oberhelman ’56 writes that she lost her husband of 48 years and has moved. When her husband died, she
says she discovered two things immediately: that she can’t deal with the memories, and she couldn’t take care of the boat
and all the things that you need to do with a lake house. She sends best wishes to all.
Frank Edrington ’58 celebrated his 70th with his brother Peter and sister Pam in Germany, England and Scotland. In
Heidelberg, their hotel near the Schloss had a view of the Old Bridge. Frank’s retired Navy ID got them into PHV, where
by ringing a bell at the school door, they even got a tour of the elementary school Peter had attended. A magical trip!
Max Elias ’57, teacher and sculptor, on the Internet: In “How GDS Got Its Mascot: The true story of the grasshopper,
more or less” in Georgetown Days, Spring 2002, Max tells how an insect he sculpted evolved into the “Mighty Hopper”
of Georgetown Day School in Washington, DC. Max taught science there for decades. Max and some of his sculptures
can be seen at fuscofourmodern.com, the website of the Boston gallery Fusco & Four Modern.
Joan Kasdorf Brooks ’58 (October 11, 2011): I received the last HHS Newsletter last month and have been meaning to
send you a new (also my old) address [see Address Changes ]. After being in California for around 15 months, I have
returned to my home in SC. I am still doing much of the same work for the Wildlife Waystation that I was doing out there
in my capacity of Director of Development. But I have given away all the moving boxes and plan on staying put this time.
And this week was the 54th anniversary of my arrival in Germany – a date I never forgot. [Same here – Ed.]
Pam Brundage Meek ’59 (September 4, 2011): Ron had a wonderful orthopedic appointment and was given the green
light to do whatever he wanted...easier said than done! It is time to get serious about walking as everything is healing well
and the effort is there MOST of the time!! [Ron was gravely injured in 2009 by a car while taking a walk in Hawaii,
where he and Pam were visiting their daughter. His recovery has been a gradual miracle – Ed.] He will continue to do
physical therapy three times a week until mid-October and then he’s on his own OR more aptly put, “I’ll be on his case”!!
We will, no doubt, continue to go on our own to keep up with all of the exercises which are so very important.
I might add we had the most wonderful surprise for our 50th wedding anniversary. All three of our children and
six grandchildren (the oldest had to work – darn it), sister Natalie, brother-in-law David, cousin Eddie and some friends
surprised us at Ron’s favorite BBQ place, Duke’s BBQ in Orangeburg, SC. It was a memorable celebration & we were,
indeed, shocked! Perhaps I can get a lesson in placing a photo on this page so you can see our beautiful family....
The golf cart is all clean and just waiting for the Ronman to take hold of a club and go down the fairway!!
Progress is always good and any step forward for Ron is miraculous...we are on the road to recovery.
Thanks go to those of you who continue to support, love and pray for us during this “long haul”.
HHS Class of ’59 in the New York Times: Recently your editor was on the Times website, seeking more crossword
puzzles. A “classic puzzle” from August 19, 1999 popped up. The clue for 21-across was “TV actress ___ Elias”; sure
enough, the answer was “Alix.” Alix Elias ’59 also appears on the Times website for roles in 18 TV series, 7 movies,
and many plays, and in May 2009 for winning a best actress award in Feeding Time at the Human House by David
Wiener at the New York City 15-Minute Play Festival. Alix has written and acted in several videos that have been posted
on YouTube since her YouTube piece mentioned in our newsletter several issues ago. Check them out.
Jeri Wright Baldwin ’59 and Ron will celebrate their 50th anniversary in February 2012. They met in 1960 on the boat to
Germany, when Jeri’s parents were returning to Heidelberg and she and her sister Judy Wright Harris Hays ’58 came
along for the summer. This was one shipboard romance that grew into a lifelong love story.
Jan McLin Clayberg ’59: Rushing to a concert in October, I slipped and broke my hip, but two rods inserted surgically,
plus PT at home, kept me vertical and active. I sang in a choral concert a month later using a walker and a cane, and I am
now back solidly on my own two feet, thanks to doctors, nurses, and an encouraging physical therapist. In November, my
mother, Elva Bell McLin (HHS faculty 53-54) broke her leg, because of a failing old hip replacement, and had surgery,
too. Now she walks without pain for the first time in years. Even at 94, a person’s health can improve!
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News and Memories from Classes of the 1960s
Anne Knauerhase ’60 (October 3, 2011) has moved – “After more than thirty years!” See Address Changes.
Randy Loftin ’60 reports a frustrating reason to change an e-mail address: “If you’ve received an email from me in the
last 24-48 hours without a subject line and link to open DELETE IT immediately. It is spam. Please accept my
apologies. Unfortunately, this email account [email@example.com] was hacked. In the future this account will not be
valid. Please email me at Randy@theloftingroup.net. Thank you.”
Paul McLin ’61: Sorry to learn of John Medwed’s passing. [John was class of ’60.] I knew him from 6th through the
11th grades. He used the same bus stop from PHV as we did. His last name was pronounced medd-vedd. I knew John
early on because he always bowled. He was on the Heidelberg team in the “Traveling All-Stars” bowling league, which
featured the best “junior” bowlers (under 18 at the start of the summer season) from each participating post in our area.
We had teams from Kaiserslautern, Pirmasens, Baumholder, Heidelberg, Zweibrücken and some other places, 10 teams in
all, that traveled to a different base each Sunday afternoon. I was president of the league for its first 4 years of existence,
which was pretty amazing considering that I was 12 years old at the start. John aged out before my last year.
John’s father must have been a civilian because he was in Heidelberg for at least 6 years. Richard Ingram was
the only other person that I knew longer there. Of course, Richard’s dad was a principal in Heidelberg and then the
Superintendent when he moved to Kaiserslautern.
In leafing through the 1958 Erinnerungen, I noticed John “Ding-Dong” Bell on the Heidelberg football team and
on the Kaiserslautern basketball team, so he was a mid-year transfer. He was a neat guy, a good athlete, mature, and with
great social skills. I don’t know if he is on the Heidelberg roster (and I don’t have any contact with Kaiserslautern’s
alumni group), but I wouldn’t bet on it. Guys named John Bell are pretty hard to locate. Just ask Mother! [Our mother,
Elva Bell McLin (faculty 53-54), has found many, many Bells in her family history research, but not this John Bell. He is
not on our HHS early years mailing list, or the all-years HHS list, or the KAHS mailing list, either.]
Charles (Morris) Pelham ’61 (September 2011), after an afternoon on Google and Google Earth looking for the pistol
range he remembered, sent us his memories and comparisons of Germany then, in the 1980s, and now:
All the articles/maps I found are about the major buildup of American Military forces after 1945, the change from
defeated enemy to NATO ally in 1955, and the huge drawdown of forces from 1990 to 1995. Among all those huge shifts
of people and bases, the small Leimen rifle/pistol range does not merit a mention and Google/Google Earth cannot find it
altho there is a blank Facebook page for it. I did learn much more about the drawdown of the military in Germany and
read a 50-page study by a German-American academic group that described the 1990-95 drawdown after it finished and
drew lessons from the changes. In those five years we went from 210,000 Army troops to 70,000 and from 70,000 Air
Force to 30,000 and dropped more than 500,000 dependents. Literally hundreds of scattered US military installations
closed and were given back, most of them readily and happily taken over by Germans because of a housing shortage.
Only the air bases were “white elephants” that were unwanted and very expensive to destroy.
I am very happy that I took my wife to Germany when I did – October 1985. We drove the Autobahn in a rented
Fiat and stayed in German hotels and she loved all of it. We discovered that all four places where I had lived had been
preserved just as I had left them nearly 30 years before, while the surrounding German cities had changed almost beyond
recognition. We used good Michelin maps and I practiced my rusty German a little bit and we had a wonderful time. In
Heidelberg, we got a map at the Bahnhof showing Patrick Henry Village and drove there. It was just as I remembered it,
every detail preserved just like a museum nearly 30 years later. I found the apartment building we lived in, the tennis
courts and parking lot, everything. However, I couldn’t find the high school; I knew it was a school bus ride there and
back but had no idea which direction it was. I also couldn’t find the shooting range, in the tangle of roads outside
PHV that were all new. I was happy just to find PHV and amazed to find it absolutely unchanged, while the German area
outside PHV was completely changed.
Since then I have talked to/seen photos and descriptions from people who have returned recently and had
wonderful, cruise-boat-type tourist experiences but found their homes and schools and other familiar places either hidden
behind security fences/guards [as HHS and PHV are now – Ed.], or occupied by Germans, or torn down or unfindable. Of
course it has been more than 50 years now, and almost everything has changed almost everywhere, but in 1985, before the
big drawdown, our US Army installations were almost unchanged from 1958-59-60-61.
Today in Germany so much has changed that people I know who have gone back have not found much. My
Nürnberg high school is German now, and so is my Augsburg high school. Fortunately the internet has photos of the
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schools and the housing areas as they are now, and I am active in the Nürnberg and Augsburg groups (and run a Yahoo
group for my Augsburg classmates) who all look for info/photos and share what they find. We are even in touch with
some German people who now live in the houses we used to live in. Google Earth is absolutely wonderful!
[In response to a comment from your editor:] 3 high schools in 3 years was too many, but not too unusual either.
Heidelberg seems to have been more stable with longer tours, perhaps because it was a headquarters. Nürnberg and
Augsburg had many more like me, some who had to transfer schools in the middle of the school year and many who had
to finish the last year of high school as a stranger in a strange civilian town back in the US.
Jim and Penny Wortham (both ’62) have moved to Oregon (see Address Changes) and say “Thanks so much – the last
newsletter was fantastic – Regards, Jim”
Wilbur A. “Bill” Jones ’62 found us in August 2011: I can’t express how disappointed I am that I just came across the
HHS website and found I had missed probably the best opportunity ever to revisit my alma mater and again meet some of
my “seasoned” classmates. My graduating class was 1962 and we are creeping up on the 50th anniversary of our
graduation. Do you know of anyone in the reunion group I might contact regarding any celebratory activities? Any
information would be greatly appreciated. I'm anxious to check out the pics from this summer’s event. Maybe I’ll
celebrate the 50th reunion by taking my wife to Germany and having a cold one in honor of the class of 1962!
Bob Hines ’54 wrote him back with tips on planning a reunion (it isn’t easy), and Luke Williams ’58 sent him
contact information for the only ’62 at the 2011 reunion, Martha “Marty” Huber. Maybe she and Bill and others can
arrange a 50th party for 1962. To reach Bill, see Address Changes or e-mail him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Larry Line ’65 (Sept. 15, 2011): I sold my house in the San Francisco bay area and moved to the Sierra Nevada foothills
(see Address Changes). I am presently in a transitional phase and will be moving again within the next couple of months.
Therefore, I would like you to use my mother’s address; she lives nearby. Thanks for changing my address and for all
your hard work with the Early Years group. I have worked with a variety of nonprofits, professional and community
organizations and realize how much effort it does take. I am sorry that I was not able to attend the reunion this year.
Unfortunately, a business conflict precluded me from attending.
A Death in the Family
Bea Luckenbach Ackenbom-Kelly ’58 (from her daughter, Kathryn Lester): My mother passed away on 1/20/2011 of
cancer. Her husband Sidney Kelly passed away just 2 days prior on 1/18/2011 of congestive heart failure. They were both
home in Winston-Salem, NC, with the assistance of family and hospice. [Bea and I spent several happy days exploring
Rhein-Main AB on our own in the summer of 1956, waiting for flights to the States. My family was leaving for a few
weeks and returning to Heidelberg, but the Luckenbachs were on PCS (“permanent change of station” for our descendants
who may not know the term). Years later, my youngest son learned to sail at Camp Skipjack, which I then learned was run
by Bea’s first husband, Chuck Ackenbom. Small world. – Jan McLin Clayberg ’59]
HHS in 2013: The Very Last Graduating Class, and a Reunion? Robin Avella Risemas ’89 wrote us: A few of
us have been talking on Facebook and we’ve suggested an all years’ reunion in Heidelberg in 2013 to commemorate the
last graduating class. We’d like to get together and help “close” the school as well as have a dance in the castle. Not sure
if this is something you can help us announce and get interest in. We’ve got some positive responses through Facebook,
but we need to be able to reach a lot more people in order to make it worth the money. Any help you can provide, even in
the way of just announcing the plans, would be greatly appreciated. Thank you in advance. [We put Robin in touch with
others from the early years and from her time in Heidelberg and will keep you posted.]
New Classmates Found: Laura Hunter Davis ’54, Sheila McDonald ’61, and Bill Jones ’62 have found us; see
Address Changes. They are now on our newsletter mailing list. Sheila says, “I just spent my junior year there (1959-60),
but loved it. You have my permission to share my info. Thanks so much for your prompt reply.”
Help Us Find Lost Classmates: W. Hue Rainey ’61 (892 Edelweiss Drive, Helen GA 30545l) and James Chipps ’63
(9000 Belvoir Woods Parkway, Apt. 208, Ft. Belvoir, VA 22060). Does anyone know a later address for them? The
phone numbers we had for them are no longer in service.
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1947 Peggy Johnson Thurman, 158 Wesley Drive, Wilmore KY 40390
1947 Ella Keller Chambers, 4255 E. Pecos Rd. Apt 1038, Gilbert, AZ 85295
1947 Margaret Raymond Peck, 2751 Regency Oaks Blvd., Apt C-403, Clearwater, FL 33759, 727- 400-6711
1950 Jackson Keim, PO Box 3685, Flagstaff, AZ 85003
1950 Florence Currier Levesque, 2645 E. Southern Ave. Apt 584,Tempe, AZ 85282
1951 Helen Jordon Heffernan, 1400 Hillcrest Dr., Blacksburg, VA 24060
1952 Walt Parsons, 407 Bentley Ave., St. Michaels, MD 21633, 410-745-5507
1952 John Phillips, 5022 Soquel Dr., Aptos, CA 95003-3115
1953 Mike Fowler, 450 Water Works Rd., Jamestown, KY 42629
1954 Phyliss Luando Honda, 98-707 Iho Place, #2-401, Aiea, HI 96701
1954 Laura Hunter Davis, Box 217, Hudson, MA 01749
1955 Phyllis Boyd Mitchell, new e-mail address: email@example.com
1955 Oakley Cheney, Jr., 651 Bering Dr. Unit 1504, Houston, TX 77057
1955 Robert Perez (corrected address), PO Box 161497, Sacramento, CA 95816-1497; firstname.lastname@example.org
1955 Mary Judith Rhea Wiley, 332 Trillium Rd., Williston, VT 05495
1956 Cherri Bowers Oberhelman, 2 Dornoch Lane, Bella Vista, AR 72715
1958 Joan Kasdorf Brooks, 3605 Fire Ring Court, Myrtle Beach, SC 29579
1958 Frank Edrington, 12136 McDonalds Lane, Hume, VA 22639, 540 -364-9621, email@example.com
1960 Anne Knauerhase, 101 Clark Street, Apt 4K, Brooklyn, NY 11201-2738; same phone: 718-522-4674
1961 John Ammon, 7106 91st Street, East, Palmetto, FL 34221, 941-721-3011
1961 Sheila McDonald, 6505 Westheimer Rd. #135, Houston, TX 77057, 713-953-1021, firstname.lastname@example.org
1962 Bill Jones, 3444 Airport Rd, Waterford, MI 48329, (h) 248-673-6609 (c) 248-505-1928, email@example.com
1962 Kathy Truex, new e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
1962 Jim Wortham and Penny Kennedy Wortham, 133 Furnace Street, Lake Oswego, OR 97034, 503-908-0305
1963 Karen Sue Thomas Willnitz, 1351 Plantation Trail,Gastonia, NC 28055
1965 Larry Line, 118 South Fork Way, Folsom, CA 95630, (916) 877-4981, email@example.com
Donations: Joan Millward Reading Asboth ’63 helped us stuff envelopes for Fall 2011 and followed that up with a
donation. Bob Hess ’52, Yvonne Vigneras Duiker ’54 and David W. White ’54 sent us generous donations and
compliments. More donations and kind words of appreciation came from David A Roth ’50, Phyllis Boyd Mitchell ’55,
Robert Perez ’55, Michael Abel ’60, Randy Loftin ’60, and Mary Williams Schaller ’61. Randy, at HHS in 58-59, says
“Thanks again for all the work you and the others do to stay in touch. I appreciate it a lot.” Judith Melcher Brunstrum
’58 sent a nice donation, saying: “Thank you for your hard work. I appreciate the newsletter. It’s fun to find out what’s
happening to old friends.” Your generosity covers newsletter printing and mailing costs. You may well wonder why we
don’t just send the newsletter by e-mail. It’s because not all have e-mail, and because e-mail has no forwarding address.
Even with U.S. mail, every issue brings more “lost” HHSers, not all of whom are found again. Donations can be mailed to
our treasurer, Bob Hines (see his address below), and checks may be made out to HHS Early Years. Thank you!
Thanks to the stalwart envelope stuffing crew: For Spring 2011, Bob Hines ’54 did it all (800-plus envelopes)! For Fall
2011, Rita Wycoff Zener ’54 and her husband Karl, Joan Millward Reading Asboth ’63, Steve Johnson ’55, and three Bobs, Bob
Flores ’71 who heads the HHS all-years group, Bob Muschamp ’54, and Bob Hines, all helped. Jim (’52) and Kathie Baker and
Joan Wauchope Orvis ’51 have helped before and will again. Stuffing party = mini-reunion = mirth and great conversation.
This newsletter was founded by Joan Dickson ’58 in 1983, who edited it devotedly until she died in 2006. Glenda Casey Petrini ’54
succeeded her as editor until her own death in 2007. Past issues of this newsletter since 2003 are at www.HHSearlyyears.com.
Please send items to the editor by August 15, 2012 for inclusion in the Fall 2912 issue.
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