These are excerpts from "memories" letters received in mid February, 2005. They are roughly in received order.

From Wendy Krisher:

It's fun to catch up, but I like to look back, too. I like to remember some of our great (and not so great) teachers. Miss Wise (Junior High English). One look from those icy blue eyes, and you felt like crawling under your desk. She had total control of the class. And, Mr. Meyer (Junior High Science)--a most fascinating teacher. He'd be so engrossed in writing on the blackboard, he'd never notice the chalk dust all over his navy blue suit. But, we did. He was one of the great ones. Then, there was poor Miss Pfieffer (Junior High Geography). She must've been about the same age then that we are now. We tortured her so much we chipped in at the end of the year and bought her an alarm clock (of all things) as a retirement gift. I think some of us might believe to this day we had something to do with that retirement.

And, of course, there were the Ingraham brothers. One taught English, but I forget what the other one taught. One liked to make misbehaving students sit in the first seat in the middle row. It was almost "cool" to have to sit there. I got caught reading a Frank Yerby book (oh so risque) that I was hiding behind the book we were studying, and, naturally, up front I went. It's been a source of great pride to me ever since (smile).

And, how 'bout Mr. Smith (Senior High Biology)? We referred to him as "Humpty Dumpty". He liked to call the girls "Miss" so and so. Carol Wolfe and I sat in the back of the room. I was always bending her ear about something or other. One day, he decided to stand in the back of the room, and, as usual, I was talking to Carol. But, instead of yelling at me, he yelled, "MISS WOLFE!" I've felt a little guilty about that to this day.

And there was LaPenta (Senior High Math.) We never called him "Mister", just "LaPenta". He liked to talk football with the guys in the front of the room. That was fine with me; I hated math.

Mr. Kimes (Junior High Math.) Whew! We didn't mess with him. Luckily, we could always count on Terry Lenahan to bail us out with the right answer.

And, how could we ever forget Mr. Valenti? (Senior High History). Hmmmm....there were some unfortunate rumors going around about him and the girls. But, we could never actually PROVE anything.

And, what about Mr. Postpichel (Senior High Typing)? We loved him dearly, but we had absolutely NO respect for him.

Mrs. Vannicola (Senior High Geometry). Man, was she cool, and did she ever know her subject. I didn't understand a thing she taught, but I knew she was a good teacher; I was just dumb in Geometry.

The girls will, no doubt, remember Miss David (Senior High Gym). She terrified us. Well, she terrified ME! I'm not sure about the others.

And, last but DEFINITELY not least, is Miss Brown (Senior High English). She made even Shakespeare interesting.

Then, there were the students--the "rocks", the guys with the pegged pants, D.A.'s, belt buckles to the side and pack of cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve of their T-shirts. Cool, man, cool.

And wasn't Frankie Patton BMOC with his aqua blue convertible? (at least I THINK it was Frankie Patton). He was the coolest.

Best of all were the football games--those chilly, crisp days at a game, especially Lower Merion. If we could beat them, it made our year; if not, we were bummed out till next time. But, the cheerleaders helped keep our spirits up. And, the football players were our "gods"--Jimmy Hodge, Bill Foss, etc. We'll never forget them.

Yes, those were the days.

From Joan Kearns:

I can't help responding to this one! How many of you remember the "side-hill moodies"? That goes back to Mr. Ingrahm and his "discussions" about birds that always walked the same way around the hill leading them to have a shorter leg on one side than on the other. For some reason that scenario has stayed with me for far too many years.
Miss Wise was a great English teacher but, yes, she certainly had control of the class. Too bad the same level of control rarely exists today!

I'm sure that reviewing the list of teachers and their pictures in the yearbook will bring back not only good memories but some less than wonderful memories. That's part of life.

Fred Ingraham taught Algebra and it's a shame the side-hill moodies stayed with me while the algebra didn't! Ed Ingraham taught English.

From Marijane Watson:

Now it can be told--Does anyone remember Mr. Billy, High School Biology teacher? I met him the summer before 10th grade at a wedding (he thought I was a lot older--like a college student) and he made a big pass at me. Then, in September there I was in his 10th grade Biology class--boy was I embarrassed (and he always found ways to knock my grade down which really made me angry!

Also, Miss Wise was a real inspiration to me, despite how difficult she was on all of us. Later, at the high school here in Ohio were I was a counselor there was a male counterpart to her--He scared me to death at first (even thou I was his colleague) but then I became great friends with him and watched him pull the best out of many students. I think that's what some teachers that are "impossible" do.

Also, Have very fond memories of Mr. Stinson and his Pop Quizzes in International Relations!

From Wayne Klaus:

I remember him well, so he was hitting on high school girls, speaks well of sexual harrasment in those days.

From Bernie Sayers:

For quite a number of emails I was wondering if I actually went to the same Haverford High as everyone else here. No one mentioned a single teacher I had until Marijane just mentioned Mr. Stinson. Mr. Stinson's EIR class and Dave Crispin's English and Speech Club were the only things I liked about high school. Both of those guys challenged us to think...Does anyone remember getting papers back with Stinson's big "WHY?" stamped on them? What a fantastic class EIR was. I loved every minute.

Both Mr. Crispin and Mr. Stinson taught what is now called critical thinking skills. Those guys were great!!

I wrote 'only things I liked about high school'...that's not quite true. I loved the dances after basketball games when Frankie Patton and his partner would compete with Bobbie Friedman and myself to see who could make the biggest asses of themselves while jitterbugging. Frank, if you are on here, dancing 'against' you was a real challenge.

From Joan Kearns:

I was trying to remember Mr. Billy's name - knew if was an odd one as he was an odd one! He was furious with me the day we dissected frogs because I went right on past the guts to the brain and wasn't supposed to do that. Oh well. I guess I was rebellious then, too.

From Carolyn Taylor:

A couple of years ago the traveling Vietnam Wall was in Franklin NC - about an hour from our home in Marble NC. Don and I went to see it - one of the most moving experiences we've ever had. We found Ed Romig's name from HHS '59. I don't know if there were others besides Ed but he was the only one I knew.

I'm enjoying most of the exchanges. I had lunch with Signe last week and she loaned me her yearbook so I can put faces with names. The main memory for me is what a wonderful time we had. And thanks to all who are sharing and reminding us of these good times.

From Susan Rickard:

We have had a glorious winter day in Northeast Pa today. Went sledding and ice skating with 3 of my grandchildren. Brought back memories of when I went sledding on Merion Golf Course, The only trouble is that I cannot remember who I went sledding with!!!! I know it was with class mates. Maybe Mary Lou, Chip Campbell,Mike Garwood Help Me ...My mind is going. The thousand steps and then over a small bridge,,It was extremely dangerous...My mother would have killed me if she had known..Please respond as these are the things that keep me awake at night.

From Joan Kearns:

I remember those sledding escapades and the thousand steps and climbing back up after that fabulous ride down! Thanks for bringing back those memories, Sue.

From Wayne Klaus:

Sorry I got first name incorrect it was ED Romig any event he passed all to young in all to a violent manner . How sad and pointless "our " war was . I was proud to serve during the "Cold War " in the Strategic Air Command and 1 yr in Southeast Asia ironically 1966 when Ed 's plane blew up after takeoff from Cam Rahn Bay ...all on board perished . It was surmised the VC had planted a phosphous grenade in a urinal . They were up to this nasty type of businees in 65/67 . During the day they worked on our installations and at night well ..........

From Carol Morris:

Wendy, please don't feel guilty about getting me in trouble in biology class because I don't even remember that happening. All I know is that I never liked biology or math, and I loved to talk and listen to everyone other than our teachers. How I ended up working in an accounting office for the federal government as a supervisor; which, by the way, I still am doing, astounds me.

I had Mrs. Vannicola for Algebra 2 which I had to repeat in summer school. She was a wonderful teacher and person, and she tried so hard to get me to understand Algebra. She finally passed me with a 4 which I really didn't deserve, but she knew I was trying my best. I always appreciated that, but that was the end of taking math courses for me....

One of the things I remember is getting in trouble in Madge Nickerson's english class because I was always laughing at the guys in our class. Bob Shirley sat near me and I ended up in detention more times than I'd like to admit for not paying attention.

I remember the steps and sledding also on the golf course. Those are some of my fondest memories. And ice skating on the frozen lakes and ponds every winter. I've taken my grandchildren ice skating, and they're amazed because I've been the one to teach them how to do it. I've roller bladed with them also, which came easily to me because of ice skating.

Am thoroughly enjoying reading these emails and what everyone remembers. I, too, think it would be great to have some sort of memorial page dedicated to those we've lost. I remember going to one reunion having no idea that one of my best friends from high school, Joanie Modica, had died that year from breast cancer. She had not gone to any of our reunions, and we had lost contact over the years. I knew she was still in the area, and I had planned on trying to get in touch with her. It was such a blow learning of her death while looking through the brochure that had been handed out at the reunion. I'd been in her wedding and had spent many happy times with her while we were at HHS.

From Tom Mairs:



Keep dancing!

From Bernie Sayers:

Hey Tom!!

I sent Phil an email. Haven't heard from him. I told him I figured him to be a Luddite and not know how to use a computer. :-D

I've been WB2ZTE for the last 40 years. How could you ever remember that?! I got a note from Steve Schrader a few months ago and he wrote CQ CQ this W3ZLU. You guys have a much better memory than I do. Oh, wait, I did drugs; you drank beer. That explains it.

Great to hear from you. This list is fun!!!

From Bernie Sayers:

Bernie Sayers here: Nobody is W3ZLU. Although I used to be. I got my ticket when I was 12 and had that call up until I went into the Army. Back then one couldn't use a call in any call area like now. I've been WB2ZTE for 40 years...wait you'll know that before you read this! Duh...

Since this Subject is Memories...I remember a party I had and a whole bunch of people came to the basement of my parents house. I'm pretty sure Gail Bonniwell talked to somebody. For some reason, she's the only one I remember actually talking on the rig.

Ham radio is a fun hobby. But it doesn't come close to this Internet thingy. If computers existed back when I was at HHS I would never have kept operating.

More memories: Remember WHHS the school FM station? Tall antenna at the back of the school near the athletic fields. I got my 3rd Class Radio license to be an engineer at the station. Any of those geeks here? Being an Alpha Geek myself I can call them that.

From Bernie Sayers:

I remember sledding that hill, too. I was forbidden to go there. My granddad and father were the Gofl pros at Merion for 35 years. If I got caught sledding the 1000 steps I'd have been in BIG touble. I tell people about that whenever I go sledding. My memory is that it was scary as hell...almost straight down, incredible bumps from the steps and then you had to go across a small bridge or into the water. Am I correct?

Another thing I did on the Golf course that was really, really stupid...considering my family connection to the course...was sneak onto the East course which was the one closer to the P&W line...Ardmore Ave?... I would unchain an access road gate and drive my car onto the course. We'd drive and then park there. Sure beat that other place...Karakong Drive was it??...Getting caught driving onto the course would have a heck of a lot worse than sledding on the 1000 steps. We also used to park over near where Jerry Robertson lived. Some housing development. Anyone remember that? Phil, Phil were are you? You started parking there with Lois ???.

From Bernie Sayers:

Who went to dance on Bandstand? We took the trolley from Brookline to 69th Street and then a subway to the WFIL-TV...Channel 6...studios.

When I was stationed at Ft. Bragg with the 82nd Airborne Divsion dozens of guys would fill the room where there had a TV to watch Bandstand. When I told them I'd danced there...nobody believed me!!

Is there anyone here who went on that excursion?

From Lois MacQuarrie:

I remember that my brother in law(Irv MacQuarrie) threw a frog out the the window and it landed on Mr. Postpichal's car.

I also remember sitting in detention trying to learn the poem "if"for homework and coming to a part and reciting it out loud and getting more detention!

As for Mr. Valenti, when I was in Lynnewood school I came in early after recess one day and found him "involved with another 6th grader". (She was sitting on his lap.)

Also, the girls went thru a phase where we wore our button down sweaters backwards and wore the same color skirt as the sweater and also knee highs the same color. There was also a ban on how wide the hoops skirts we could wear.

Some of us had Ms Davis for homeroom. She always told us not to wer patent leather shoes..Do the girls out there remember why?

From Joan Kearns:

Oh yes - several times. There was also a dance in 69th Street that was a lot of fun. Somehow I remember the regular kids on Bandstand looked better on tv than in person. Another good memory.

From Marijane Watson:

Bernie, I can't remember if I went on your Bandstand excursion--but I did go at least once to dance on Bandstand. I think I had to plead with my Dad for weeks before he would allow it.

When I occasionally watch American Dreams on TV I'm reminded of not only Bandstand but much of what we remember about Philadelphia in those days!

Also, I wanted to say to all you Male Athletes--having been on the faculty side of high school for 37 years--one of the best and classiest coaches I've ever know was Mr. Juenger. I've seen all kinds and he certainly ranks in my mind as one of the best!

From Jeanne Dimidio:

I can't remember if it was with you, Bernie but I too went to Bandstand. I remember the girls and guys were really snotty and didn't like us very much. I also have a picture of you and me at a 9th grade prom. At least I had one if I could find it. I still love to dance and have competed in International Latin. What a blast.

From Murray Feldstein:

Dave Crispin was the one teacher who mad me reappraise the way I looked at the world. I rank him up there with one the most influential people in my life.

Does anybody remember Mr Rodney Sells, in German. Shy and nervous, but a good teacher.

From Bernie Sayers:

Hi Jeanne!! I remember the prom with you. I know I have our prom picture stashed in the attic...somewhere. And, yes, I remember that the 'regulars' on bandstand were very aloof...well, after all, they were TV stars of a Reality show. There was a bit of a social gap between HHS kids and the regulars. Most of the girls were from some Catholic school, St Maria Garretti pops into my mine. Although, you know, 'preppy' kids like us from the Main Line probably had a bit of an attitude too,

Does anyone who went to Bandstand remember the layer of chewing gum covering the sidewalk in front of the entrance to the station? That sight has stuck with me all these I guess it should.

From Bernie Sayers:

Dave Crispin was definately one of the most influential people in my life. Does anyone here remember his Speech Club and the time we attended the Temple University High School speech conference and competed against kids from all over the Delaware Valley? Murray, I recall you went to that. We were broken into male/female 'contestants' for different aspects of speech...poetry reading, extemporaneous speech, debate, public speaking. Mr. Crispin forced us to participate in discipline different from the one we like best. I was on the debating team and he told me I had to do public speaking for the Conference. Our debating topic that year: "The United States should adopt the essential features of the British educational system."

As some of you may remember, I didn't actually graduate from HHS in '59, having problems at home that I couldn't deal with, I took off hitchhiking across the country to California and Mexico... playing the role of Neal Cassidy and Jack Kerouac from 'On the Road'. I ended up joining the Army but I always stayed in contact with Dave Crispin. While in the service I decided to go to college. Dave Crispin went to Oberlin College and he wrote a letter very much supporting my application. I got accepted!!! All without a high school diploma.

From Carol Kunik:

Getting late into the loop. Sue - I think I was on that sledding expedition. I remember a full moon and bouncing down steps and landing in a creek of some sort. Pretty cold and miserable, I would say. Scary too. I remember dancing at the Well in 69th street and the sock hops after the basketball games. Much fun. Congrats on your Latin Competition Jeanne. I have taken ballroom dancing and love latin. If I could just find a latin dance partner, life would be complete.

Bernie - I have a picture of you and me and another couple - taken by the Philadelphia Inquirer after a major snowstorm. . . .somewhere in the attic as well. I'll send it to you, if it ever resurfaces again.

From Wendy Krisher:

Yes, Marijane, I remember both Mr. Stinson and Mr. Billy. Never had them for class, though, but remember Mr. Stinson was tough with the boys and Mr. Billy was a big hit with the girls. I didn't realize it was reciprocal, however. Yes, I can relate to your embarrassment in 10th grade. But, oh, what I'd give to have some of those teachers teaching my grandchildren today.

From George Workman:

I went with a small group of HHS59 via trolley and train to wait in line outside WFIL to get into bandstand. What I remember was while waiting in line, one of our great female dancers - can't remember which - got into an argument / shoving match with one of the Bandstand female regulars. Yes she won the shoving match but we were not allowed in. Was that you - Jeanne Timmons?

From Susan Rickard:

Bernie, I was there..In fact I lied and told them it was my birthday so my parents would see me on TV. I danced a slow dance with Duke Frey...remember it Duke? When I got home the only thing my mother said to me was "What a ham". So much for my quick thinking!!! I remember we were followed to the subway by the regulars..thought there was going to be a fight. Is my memory serving me correctly?

From Wendy Krisher:

Oh, Carol, it was so great to read your e-mail. I knew Joanie Modica, too, and am so sorry she passed away.

Yes, iceskating was the big thing then. Remember Earle's Lake? I think I went there once or twice and nearly froze to death.

And, there was always rollerskating, of course. I remember many a Saturday afternoon at Chez Vous. I could never pick up a guy, but all the other girls always could.

It's amazing you ended up in an accountant's office. Better you than me. And I'd forgotten we got NUMBERS on our report cards instead of letters like the other schools. What a memory!

From Jeanne Dimidio:

Oh, George, I would NEVER shove anyone. Are you crazy? Inocent me? Please!!!! Actually, I do remember getting in and dancing but don't know with whom.

From Ernie Meade:

Hey kids, easy on the Bandstanders. Before I was lucky and switched to Haverford, I went to Bandstand regularly, first it was Bob Horn and then Dick Clark, even attended the Bandstand picnic at woodside park. Also went to Chester for the Grady and Hurst show. George somewhere I have pictures of your old Chevy Convert with Chrysler tail lights. How could anyone leave out Shiplett and the PoD class or Mr. Donahue with his Chemistry class, or Mr Herter or Mrs Vannicolo for math. They inspired me along with Mr. Junger and Mr Keyser or Mr Barney. They inspired me so much, I have taught Physical Education and Math for the past 35 years. How about Chick Olson, I bumped into him about 40 years ago while I was in the Navy, we were on the same base, He was a Chief Petty Officer then. and I haven't heard from him since. Talked to Jimmy Wassel, he lives in Exton, Pa, but we never got together. After Bonner Haverford was great, who remembers cutting afternoon classes to go swimming at Paoli Quarry, or cutting class and heading to the shore with Debbie Beatty and Reanie Tinkler and Curt Rossler. Sorry for being so long winded but for me Haverford was a great experience. And yes I remember dances at Holy Cross and the well, and even the Brookline Fire House, or duck en out of school to have lunch at Dick Toppie's by the post office. How about ice skating trips to Earl's Lake or Dove Pond. Lots of memories in these old memory banks. Anyone know where Mitch Migats is located, or Dick Zulzer. I read most of the E-mails, I think they are great.

From Bernie Sayers:

Susan... memory seems to be failing on some stuff but I do remember a confrontation of sorts and 'regulars' followed us. I also remember that I didn't slow dance with Duke. Something happened at the subway station that caused me to walk into one of the large, square pillars and get a mark on my head. I remember that, too, because I had to explain the bump to my parents and kids the next day in class.

I thought I was the one who is a ham! CQ CQ

From Mary Lou Shannon:

Sue, I was not with you sledding down the steps at Merion, or I would have remembered that for sure. I do remember weaving thru the trees on my Flexible Flyer down that steep hill behind Glen Gary Lane in Westgate Hills, the one that went down to Darby Creek. I do remember flying in my car, or your Dart, over that small bridge driving to Earle's Lake. Amazing that we all made it!

The day at Bandstand was memorable, especially when Sue told them it was her birthday so she could get out on the dance floor, and when Big Ro and Little Ro escorted up to the Ell to get us out of there. And what a dump it was!

Miss Meachum was my hero. She was a beautiful lacrosse and hockey player, and very modest about her achievements, one of which was to be on an All American team. I guess I learned to type in Mr. Postpichel's class, and thank heavens I took it, but his classes were out of control.

From Murray Feldstein:

Bernie: You and I were on the same team. I don't remember whether we were pro or con, or whether we won or lost. Nonetheless I'll never forget the debate, my fright going in, my pride going out. And if I'm not mistaken, we both were quoting from "On the Road." You had the guts to actually go, though. Have you any idea if Dave Crispin is still alive, or where he ended up?

From George Workman:

I remember with great warmth the football team and the big guys. I can remember that famous game in our senior year, when it looked like we had a
chance at becoming state champion. Ridley Township, I think we went there, and in the first half their half-back "Dozier" ran though our defense twice for 80 yard touchdowns and before you knew it we were down 4 touchdowns.. Even though Bill Foss through some great passes, Jimmy Hodge dodged them for a couple of touchdowns, we still couldn't win. Weeks after the game I remember drinking a lot of beer with Sam Nangle, Dee Peabody, Paul Gorski, Mike DiPuppo, Jim Stafford, Tom Mairs and some others bemoaning how Dozier dodged right though our great defense. I'm sure Frank Patton was there drinking beer with us too.

I can remember after the football season responding to a challenge from the Lower Merion football team to meet them at Dove Pond to play a game of ice hockey. I got to play with the big guys. I remember taking the puck and skating towards their goal, when a big LM guy put a vicious cross block and I went flying across the ice, all 140 pounds of me. When I got up there was a great standoff, and Paul Gorski stood up for me and threw the LM football guy who took me out across the ice. It was great. I sure miss Paul Gorski, who dissappeared while running a boat (his business) off the New Jersey coast. Paul, where ever you are, "Thank You Buddy".

I can remember Jimmy Stafford playing football and playing in that ice hockey game. Remember going to his house, probably the oldest house in Haverford Township? Built it something like 1790. What a loss hearing about his depression and death while we were at Penn State. I remember in our senior year, my sister being grounded but with Jim coming to our house to take her out, she crawled out the upstairs window and jumped off the front porch roof to go out with him. Jim had that kind of effect on women. We miss you.

From Bernie Sayers:

Murray: I don't remember if we won either but I do know how much fun it was working with you! We always challenged each other; I liked that. The last I heard of him was at least 25 years ago. He was a professor at Temple shortly after HHS and then went to U of Indiana or Indiana State. I lost contact after that. I've spent many hours...literally...googling for him but haven't tracked him down. He grew up in south jersey which is where I am. Lots of Crispin's nearby but none that I've spoken to over the years know of him. In another email I mentioned that I found Joe Schmuckler, who, strangely, wasn't actually lost. He's 78 and still teaching a Temple. If anyone wants Joe's email I'll pass it along. We could all mail-bomb him. He'll think he got hit with a virus. Great to see you here, Murray.

From Joel Perlish:

Yes, and also we have as part of our website an all-school email listing, where anyone (even folks not members) can be listed... also, i see joe schmuckler relatively often, and he is still going great guns, still has that great huge smile, and still has that wonderful outlook on life.... joel
ps. if you want to be listed on the hhs alumni website, please email me directly. ( / website:

From Steve McLaine:

It was interesting to hear George speak about the Ridley Township game. I don't know if he remembers, but Shiplett benched Jimmy Hodge and David Howe for the entire first half for no reason whatsoever. At the time we were too naive and trusting to realize what was really going on, but years later as we matured it became apparent to us what really happened, which i won't go into at this time. Jim and i who are life long friends have often discussed this situation, and it has certainly left a bitter taste after all of these years re: Jim Shiplett.

Fortunately the good times certainly outnumber the bad. I always felt a kinship with George Irvine, Steve Schrader,Phil and Chip campbell, Eddie davis, Bill Foss, and Frankie "the kid" Patton, and Charlotte patton. Jimmie Stafford and I were great friends, and i miss him.

I see that Dorrie Lippman is in the Baja doing the Mexican Hat dance. I hope she hasn't forgotten some of the steps that I taught her!

From Wendy Krisher:

Does anyone remember when Chatham Park was a golf course? My father used to take my sister and I sledding there back in the 40's.

From Wendy Krisher:

The Hot Shoppe in 69th Street
Fisher's on West Chester Pike in Broomall
Going steady. The girl got a "friendship ring" or a class ring she wore around her neck on her finger using lots of adhesive tape so it would fit.
Pin curls
The Brookline Boulevard Theatre
Wearing crimson and gold on game days
Mr. Kessler (Science)

From Ken Petrella:

I was reminded of "Senorita Perkins" the other day when Carol McFadden was lamenting that, for all of her other life joys, she still feels unfulfilled for lack of a good Latin man - she says she just wants to dance with him (but has she recently shown her true colors by taking a poke at Don Jacobson's virility?). The good Senorita settled for dancing with Mike DiPuppo (at that time, aside from "Fidel" Capolino, maybe as close to a Latin "boy" as we had in our class) ... I'm pretty sure he ended up with a better grade in Spanish II as a result! My most admired High School teacher was Elizabeth Bold - she took individual care to convey the importance of developing good, clear writing skills, knowing of course that effort to write effectively would also positively influence one's "thinking" process.

Shipplet was a narrow-minded excuse for a man, though he did manage to dub a nickname on me (perpetuated by Schrader, Irvine and others at Penn State) that has managed to survive to this day.

A Jimmie Stafford story - as some knew, he had married soon before he left this world in 1976. While visiting Jim's mom before our 20th, I was pleasantly surprised when a blond 3 1/2 year-old kid walked into their old Manoa Road home (built in 1688 as "Old Haverford Friends Meeting House", George) with his own mother, Sylvia - I got to meet and play with for a while, "Albion James Stafford", a carbon copy of Jim's corresponding-age childhood pictures.

An older "Walnut" story - being driven to Junior High in a snow storm by his dad in the family station wagon when we see Alice Moore walking. Jim was unimpressed with his father's choice of cars - a Nash Rambler - and, not wanting to be associated with the car, pretended not to recognize her, so poor Alice had to trudge the rest of the way on foot!
I also miss him, still.

For my own part, my efforts between now and then [the 50th reunion] will be focused on changing my name (to something like Amellio or Ernesto) and taking Salsa lessons ... all on the outside chance that Carol hasn't found a real Latin by 2009.

From Janet Hensle:

Marylou, It is good to hear from you. I too remember the Glen Trail, down towards Darby Creek. As a matter of fact, Ken Morrison and I just walked that trail a couple of weeks ago and looked out to see the 'Big Rock' still there, despite encroaching construction of new homes where the quarry and race tract were. Eddie Macamoile ( sp? ) is still living there in his old house.

We also drove past Linnwood school, and that candy store is no longer there...darn.

I saw Tyrone Gorski, Paul's brother On Long Beach Island last summer and he looks and talks just like Paul. He owns a seafood restaurant in Surf City on 5th st.

I thank Mr Schmuckler for all his help and Mr Smith. Without Them, I never would have been a biochemist, married a wealthy doctor, divorced, married again, raised alpacas, widowed, and now raising flowers in Rhode Island and seeing my very first boyfriend (5th grade), Ken Morrison again. We are going skiing together in Steamboat Springs next month. Life sure has a funny way of leading you.

From Bernie Sayers:

Your Jimmie Stafford story reminded me of him. In our junior or senior year--can't remember which--I talked my grandfather into hiring Jim to work in the Sayers family golf club making business where I worked every day after school and on Saturday. Jim quickly endeared himself to my grandad who told me more than once, "That Stafford boy is an artist; he's exceptionally good with his hands." Grandad had a way of appreciating one's talent by how they held a hammer and chisel or other tool while working on making hand-made clubs. Years later, maybe '72 or so, Phil Campbell and I travelled to NYC to visit Jim in his loft. The loft was a huge, cavernous place with easels and sculpture all over the place and a very high--maybe 16-20 feet--ceiling. I walked around the loft for quite some time admiring all of Jim's creations. What a talent he had!! In one area of the loft he had suspended a long rope from the ceiling and connected other ropes from the walls to a 'device' which rotated and gyrated and produced a very pleasant sound when a breeze blew in the window. My grandad sure pegged Jim correctly for being a person with talent.

I must admit that Jim and I took more than a few hits on some dynamite weed...which, as I recall, Phil was not interested in sharing.

I think by the time we went to NYC he had a Masters in fine arts or sculpture. I went on manuevers with the Army to New York state and took a few days off to visit Jim at Syracuse. It was always a thrill and an inspiration being in his company. I'd say he influenced me heavily in my own design work...mostly, giving me push to invent and create as a living. I spent many hours philosophizing with him about art and creation. One hell of guy!

Yes, I miss Jim and often think of his talent. And...a wonderful guy.

From Don Jacobson:

someone mentioned ty gorski on lbi ty and I are very close friends paul was my oldest daughters godfather. ty has a son that is pauls reincarnation youd think we were in 1959 again and paul was alive. ty sees quite a few haverford alums at his rest. and is a great host as well as cook. I talked to jimmy hodge about getting paul in the hhs sports hall of fame.

From Carol Morris:

Steve, I, too, remember Seniorita Perkins because I got mono in our senior year and kept falling asleep in her class in the afternoons before they finally figured out what was wrong with me.

From George Workman:

Hey that was in 7th Grade!! Remember the "Innocence of Youth". That will be my defense in court.

It is amazing as you get to our age group, the little events that happened 50 years ago can be remembered.

From Wayne Klaus (anonomously):

Innocence of youth're still a P-I-G and my money says you ,if given half a chance, would trap Miss Jeannie in the cloakroom in a heartbeat.