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Jimmy, as I knew him back at Brookline School, was a good friend in our elementary school days, and although we drifted apart in later years, I always enjoyed his company. In the front of his house on Delmont Ave. in Beechwood, there was a giant oak tree with his initials -- "JAS" -- carved into the trunk. The initials and the tree remained for many years after the Suter family moved away. A good man, gone too soon.
Rick and Leslie, I hope you’re savoring your grandson’s quarterbacking prowess. All the best, Bill
I first met Gary in 5th grade at Brookline School, and we became friends in the next few years, shooting baskets at the 9-foot hoop in the driveway of my parents' house not far from his home on Earlington Rd. and shooting pool in my basement. Although I hadn't seen Gary since our 50th reunion, we exchanged emails from time to time and notes on Facebook. From all Gary's posts, it's crystal clear how much he loved his family and the travel adventures they shared. A good man, gone too soon.
As Bob Evans reminded me, Terry was a Haverford Township "sanitation engineer" along with us in the summer of 1966, picking up the trash throughout the streets of Haverford Township. Terry was always great company with a warm-hearted sense of humor and a fun loving spirit. He was also unbeatable on the tennis court and in ping pong. I can also remember playing touch football behind the high school in a game in which Rob Kulgman and I lost to Terry and Larry Fair. Although we hadn't been in touch since high school, it was heartening to read about all the students and athletes he inspired in the classroom and on the tennis courts.
As Bob Evans reminded me, Terry was a Haverford Township "sanitation engineer" along with us in the summer of 1966, picking up the trash throughout the streets of Haverford Township. Terry was always great company with a warm-hearted sense of humor and a fun loving spirit. He was also unbeatable on the tennis court and in ping pong. I can also remember playing touch football behind the high school in a game in which Rob Kulgman and I lost to Terry and Larry Fair. Although Terry and I hadn't been in touch since our trash hauling summer, it was heartening to read about all the students and athletes he inspired in the classroom and on the tennis courts.
Randy and I were friends at Oakmont School -- 1st grade through 4th grade -- and we often traded baseball cards at his home near the American Legion. Although we didn't remain close after I moved on to Brookline School, I remember him as a fast quarter-miler in junior high and, possibly, high school and an excellent student.
Posted on: Sep 20, 2020 at 4:42 PM
Forever young at 73, Rob! Welcome to the club.
Dick, I’ve sent you a private message via this web site with some information on Jerry, whom you can find on Facebook.
Posted on: Dec 20, 2019 at 10:46 AM
Happy birthday, Nick: I hope it's the start of an excellent year -- with good health, happiness, fun and frolic. All the best, Bill
Happy birthday, Gator! All the best, Mox
During our years at Haverford, Fred and I had only a passing acquaintanceship, but after high school, we got to know each other playing racquetball at Riverside and the Franklin Plaza Hotel. On court, Fred was a gritty competitor -- powerful (as Nick Settanni can attest), mobile, determined and fair. Off the court, I enjoyed our talks about Haverford, our mutual friends and growing up.
Ron was a great friend and an equally excellent doctor. In 9th grade -- long before quaffing beer and girls began to dominate our weekends -- Ron, Kingman Davis, Rob Klugman, Jeff Carter and I -- would often gather on Friday nights in the den of Ron's home on Earlington Rd. to play Risk. I can also vividly recall Ron and Kingman competing against each other one summer in the 440-yard dash at the junior high school track. Having spent several hours with Ron in the days before out 50th reunion, I knew that he had been grappling -- with courage and determination -- with a host of serious medical issues. I also learned during our lunch that day what a proud and loving father and husband he was. Whenever one of our classmates dies, especially someone like Ron whom I considered a friend, I always think of the John Donne work, "No Man is An Island." It's worth reading if you have the time.
That's such sad news about Tom: I first remember him as a rugged wrestler in junior high school. I think he wrestled at 138 pounds in 9th grade, and he was tough, agile and hard to beat on the mat. In high school, I occasionally had to cover Tom in lacrosse, and that was always a challenge.
I last saw him one night in college -- I'm guessing this would have been in the late 1960's, possibly 1970 -- sitting at the bar in Burke's on Eagle Rd. talking about what we'd been doing in the years since high school. Tom was a good man, who seemed to let his actions -- particularly in sports -- speak far louder and more meaningfully than his words.