Fall 2014 Deerfield Magazine

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“ School meeting at the Starehe Boys’ Centre and School, in Nairobi, Kenya. This year, Hannington Omwanza ’15 comes to Deerfield from Starehe, finding some aspects of Deerfield quite familiar, and others entirely new. For more about Deerfield’s connections with Africa, read “Tanzania, Not As Pictured” on page 10, and “Playing at Violence” on page 26.” Photo: David Thiel

Do You Want to Go? Because We Want You There.

As a “full ride” kid at Deerfield, I was completely out of my element.

I would not trade a minute of it, but my time at Deerfield was often awkward. By all accounts, I certainly looked like a stereotypical prepschool kid—but my background couldn’t have been more distant— and so I was often included in groups and conversations that assumed a great deal of things about my upbringing. I was a foreigner, but no one could tell.

Singing was an exception. It was revered at the school, it didn’t cost anything, and I didn’t need to have started it at age three. It required no special coaches and no special equipment. I enjoyed it immensely and, best yet, it meant we’d get to go sing at other schools—girls’ schools.

I was a pretty good singer, and I was accepted into Deerfield’s advanced Madrigals group in the first few weeks of my freshman year. At the turn of the new year, our choral director, Mr. Bullen, started planning a show on the road: The Madrigals would join the Mellow-Ds for a two-week summer tour of England and Wales.

Suddenly, the safe space of the choral room felt a little foreign.

I couldn’t afford the trip. I told Mr. Bullen that I couldn’t go—and I put it that simply. It was he who figured out why: “Do you want to go?

Because we want you to come.” My discomfort vanished.

Suddenly, I was on an airplane ride—the first of my life—as part of a Deerfield trip. It was amazing: We saw the sights, sang concerts, and enjoyed each others’ company as we travelled for hours by coach.

We even sang on the street—and people dropped money in our hats!

I had never been out of the country before, and I found the quirks of Britain captivating. I returned home to Vermont, nursing an absurd, but mercifully undetectable British accent.

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What happened to me, happens today. In this issue of Deerfield Magazine, you’ll see and hear—on pages 10–21, and with online extras—some of what happens when students go abroad. Gone are the mildly educational and mostly fun trips of my time: Today’s kids are working hard and learning a lot. And they aren’t traveling to vacation destinations—instead, they are engaging with the grittier parts of the world, where they can see the real problems facing us all.

Deerfield’s global reach works both ways. The students we bring from afar enrich the campus immensely. In this issue, we reprint an article by Pacifique Irankunda ’09, showing the perspective he brought to campus—and some of what he brought away. Read it and you’ll see.

Just as when I was a student, students who deserve to be part of a Deerfield trip get to go, regardless of whether they can afford it.

But the Academy is placing more emphasis on the sort of systems thinking that comes from global travel—so needs have increased.

Last year over 100 students went abroad. And then, of course, there are students, international and otherwise, who come to Deerfield and need a little assistance with feeling at home.

And that’s where you come in. This issue is the one where we say thanks. You can see the results of your own generosity on pages 36–43.

As someone who once directly benefitted from the aid of alumni and parents—and on behalf of those who you assist today—I assure you that it means more than you know. //

—David Thiel ’91, President—Deerfield Academy Glee Club (ret.)

This past summer well over 500 of our readers took a survey:

D E PA R T M E N T S

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Albany Road The Common Room

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Tête-à-Tête with Gilbert M. Grosvenor ’49

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First Person: Andrea Leng ’15

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Word Search

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In Memoriam

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Managing Editor Jessica Day Multimedia Specialist JR Delaney eCommunications Specialist Danaë DiNicola Art Director Brent M. Hale Archivist Anne Lozier Director of Communications David Thiel

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“Deerfield Magazine: What Do You Think?”

The responses were both thoughtful and thought-provoking, and (happily!) overwhelmingly positive. Thank you to all those who participated; here are just a few of the comments we received. —JD

My father was a magazine editor (Life); I've worked for Newsweek, read all kinds of magazines, and published dozens of articles in a variety of them. I don't know what kind of magazines are put out by other private schools, but I find Deerfield Magazine to be stunning in its presentation, highly readable, and always a treat. I'm impressed by the layout, the writing, the topics.

You carry not only the heritage of Deerfield, but the heritage of great magazines. It's something out of a more literate age. Hey, maybe I'm out of it, maybe there are hip modern publications that outdo you in some way.

But for pure class, Deerfield Magazine is hard to beat. I've thought this for years, and even more so for the last two or three. If I have one complaint or suggestion, it's my unease about how perfect you make everything seem. The school cannot be that good, and not everyone can be leading a perfect, shining, and successful life. Most of us had a mixed time at Deerfield, and I resist its apparent perfection . . . some hint of trouble and struggle is what glues me to a story. Well, I'm a novelist, I couldn't write without trouble and conflict. Enough of that and back to my basic point: You do a hell of a great job, and I pick up every issue with pleasure.

—Alumnus, Class of 1960

COVER PHOTOGRAPH JR Delaney / Detail of the Von Auersperg Gallery exterior

(Include) more photos. More insight into school initiatives in developing curriculum, co-curricular programs, and diversity.

More profiles on teachers and staff. More photographs and articles about Deerfield and the surrounding region; I think of the river, the valley, and Pocumtuck Mountain as part of my experience, along with the history of the area.—Alumnus, Class of 1969

As an alumna who is too young to have high school age children, I'm only slightly interested in the ways DA has changed since my time. I'm mostly interested in seeing what Deerfield alumni are doing, and not just those in finance, tech, law, entertainment, and other flashy fields.

We have alumni who are farmers, teachers, doctors, journalists, military men and women, artists, and so forth.

These alumni are probably not big donors because they aren't in high-paying, high-power professions; they have made different choices with their careers and are using their

Deerfield educations in different ways than the typical graduate.

I'd love to see a feature that presents many alumni from different classes who are in similar positions. It would showcase a different subset of people and allow for easier networking among alumni.

—Alumna, Class of 2002 I would love to see more articles about what is happening on campus now; interesting articles about what alumni are doing; future plans for Deerfield; current student interviews or examples of student artwork/links to videos of music/theater performances.

—Parent, Class of 2016

NEW LAURELS The Spring 2014 issue of Deerfield Magazine received an Excellence Award from the University and College Designers Association for Cover Design; the cover was then featured at the 2014 UCDA Design Conference in Long Beach, CA.

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JR Delaney & Brent M. Hale

Hess Center Lobby and Auditorium

below: Von Auersperg Gallery

below: Elizabeth Wachsman Concert Hall

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In Honor of Mr. Merriam —A Eulogy Delivered on September 6, 2014

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Bob Merriam died on July 23, not two months after he had celebrated his 90th birthday. How fortunate Meera and I were to have paid the Merriams a visit on our way to the Deerfield Reunions in early June. There Bobby was, frail to be sure, but as sharp and on point as ever. “Why are you here?—he asked me—It’s not a reunion year for you.” Not wanting to give him the advantage of revealing my astonishment at how well he remembered, I explained that we had been invited by the Class of ’54, celebrating their 60th, to speak, along with Dr. Curtis, at a panel on “education today and tomorrow” that Reunion Chair Zeke Knight and his classmate Linus Travers had organized. And then, I said, that Zeke had also asked me to tell the Tom Ashley story to his class later that day. Bob smiled, I suppose just at the thought of all of us, well into our seventies, hearing or telling the Tom Ashley story one more time.

BY Eric Widmer ’57 / PHOTOGRAPHS Deerfield Academy Archives

Mr. Merriam and Mr. Boyden in the Main School Building, 1958.

Mary offered coffee and a plate of delicious macaroons. She was full of gratitude that Deerfield had come by, thanks to the good offices of David Pond, Chuck Williams, Denise Dwelley, and the Physical Plant staff, to construct a ramp outside the back door of their Conway home, making it possible for Bob to get his wheelchair out and into the late spring sun. I like to think of him that way, enjoying those last days amid the western hills that Mr. Boyden always reminded us to look to.

His committal occurred on the morning of July 29, in Laurel Hill cemetery, near the Boydens and so many others over the years who had helped to “bring the school to greatness.”

Mary told me that just then a hawk was circling in the sky overhead. “I think it was Bobby,” she said. I couldn’t help thinking of that line from “Oklahoma” that we all sang in those days “. . . Every night my honey lamb and I, sit alone and talk and watch a hawk, making lazy circles in the sky.”

When I was appointed Headmaster of Deerfield, Bob wrote me a nice note of congratulations, which I treasured so much I’m afraid I forgot to write him back. Of course I would have resolved in any case to pay him a visit up in Conway once I reported for duty. It wasn’t that I had been in his classroom or in his dorm, for I had not. No one needed to be in order to be influenced, empowered even, by this Deerfield/Dartmouth all-American, bent on bringing out the best in all of us—often so much more than we dared to expect of ourselves.

Nor was I on any of the teams he coached until, in the spring of my senior year, by that merciful, invisible hand of destiny after a terrible lacrosse game against the West Point Plebes, I was cut from the varsity and sent down to the JVs—where, of course, Mr. Merriam was waiting for me. Everything that I learned from him in the remainder of that spring of 1957—not just the grit and will to win, but also how to lose well—made possible a fouryear career in football and lacrosse at Williams.

It strikes me that the experience of being a Deerfield student is so strong that something of the child will always remain in all of us.

I think it was on the very morrow of my arrival as Headmaster in the summer of 1994 that I asked Dottie Harris if she would kindly drive me to Conway to check in with Bob. Somehow —imagining myself that seventeen-year-old boy once again—I failed to account for the

It wasn’t that I had been in his classroom or in his dorm, for I had not.

No one needed to be in order to be influenced, empowered even, by this Deerfield/ Dartmouth all-American, bent on bringing out the best in all of us—often so much more than we dared to expect of ourselves.

Excerpts from “Schoolmastering”

by Robert L. Merriam, which he presented during a panel discussion —“Our School at the Millennium” — during the October 3, 1998 Bicentennial Grand Celebration weekend.

FIRST, I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY to thank those who have made possible the Chair in Mary’s and my name. When Eric and Meera announced it in June, I was so overwhelmed that I was speechless. So now I thank you. I don’t often have a public forum, so I would like to take this opportunity to forgive a few people. First, Bill Lane, who when I was a sophomore threw me out in the snow, because I was bothersome to him. Second, Jim Stevens, who dumped a pail of water on me one night in the dormitory. And, third, Brian Rosborough, who would get the entire corridor up when I returned from courting Mary.

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In 1950, Dr. Park at a Baccalaureate turned to Mr. Boyden and said, “It was in 1902, forty-eight years ago, that you first invited me to Deerfield.” I gasped to think of the continuity of which they spoke. Now, here it is 1998, and the forty-eight years since 1950 doesn’t seem so long.

Sometime in the1950s a Dr. Fellenberg described education as “that which embraces the culture of the whole man with all his faculties, subjecting his senses, understanding and passions to reason, to conscience, and to evangelical laws.”

And William Ellery Channing said that education is not just a stimulus to learning. Though talent can be worshipped, if it is divorced from rectitude, it will prove more a demon than a benefit.

These statements seem to me to embody what Frank Boyden meant by schoolmastering. And it is my opinion that schoolmastering is what made Deerfield great. Of course, the academic is important, but Frank Boyden’s primary interest was to establish a society, morally responsible, community minded and respectful of others, coupled with learning that would enable the student to make a difference in the world and to accept responsibility . . .

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“ Mr. Merriam, it is so good to see you again!” I said, as I jumped out of the car.

“Well it’s good to see you, too— he replied— but who the hell are you?”

difference of thirty-seven years. When Dottie drove into their driveway, there was Bob, puttering in the backyard. “Mr. Merriam, it is so good to see you again!” I said, as I jumped out of the car. “Well it’s good to see you, too—he replied—but who the hell are you?”

It wasn’t long afterwards, as we started thinking about Deerfield’s upcoming bicentenary and the fundraising campaign that would go along with it, that I found myself thinking with David Pond about the school’s already impressive number of endowed—or distinguished—teaching chairs. “Are all of our distinguished chairs completely endowed?”

I asked David. “Most,” was his reply. “But some are not?” I continued. “Some are mostly,” he answered. But he had left me my opening.

“What about a chair with no endowment, but so compelling that the funding would be assured?”

David knew exactly what I was thinking, and he knew the importance of what I was thinking to me, and to Deerfield. That is the provenance of what in short order led to the announcement at Reunion time in 1998, before all our gathered alumni, of the establishment of the Mary and Robert Merriam Distinguished Chair in American Studies.

(How does anyone know how much he cares

What I said in just a few words about Tom, I would now conclude just as fervently of Bobby: “In whose memory will live forever the ideals of our school.”

about anything? It’s when his voice breaks as he makes the announcement.) Of course Bob and Mary were there, to stand and be embarrassed by the thunderous applause. The eponymous chair would always be as much Mary as Bob, with her deep roots in Deerfield and early American history, and ever a part of the Merriam impact from the days when they began courting, when Bob was mastering in the Old Dorm. The next fall I awarded the chair to Tom Heise, chair of the History Department at the time, Dartmouth graduate, and varsity soccer coach.

And what of the funding? That part of the story had a happy ending earlier this year, in time for Bob to know, that under the leadership of Jim Stevens and the Class of 1954, the Merriam Chair is now fully endowed, and will be a feather in the Deerfield cap in perpetuity.

If I knew, that one day I would be thinking retrospectively about Bob, and perhaps speaking

about him, it hasn’t made it any easier now that the time has come. When I got back to Deerfield that summer of 1994, and reconnected with him in such a Merriam way, I would often wonder, what is it about that man that will long outlast his life? However we answer that question, the emptiness of being without him is helped by the certainty that there is something, more than something, of Bob Merriam in each of us, and in Deerfield, for as long into the future as anyone can see.

Twenty years ago I happened to be walking with a freshman boy into the lobby of the gym, where there is a portrait of Tom Ashley. “Who is that?” he asked, for there was nothing underneath identifying Tom. Of course I told him who it was, and then I wrote an inscription so that everyone would know. What I said in just a few words about Tom, I would now conclude just as fervently of Bobby: “In whose memory will live forever the ideals of our school.” //

Deerfield never had a catalogue and a list of rules, for the only rule was to be a gentleman. It was the same rule that Robert E. Lee had at Washington and Lee. Now I know that would be impossible today, but it did make it possible to make exceptions when rules needed to be broken . . .

Above all, the faculty at Deerfield were expected to be on hand for every activity when school was in session. There was a singleness of purpose for everyone at Deerfield. The students were expected to devote themselves to their work; the faculty and the staff to schoolmastering. For Frank Boyden that singleness of purpose was every day of the year.

Harold Dodd of Princeton and Lewis Perry of Exeter always told the story of visiting Mr. Boyden at the Breakers in Palm Beach, where they found him reading The Pocumtuck . . .

Teaching was what I was taught and I taught what I was taught. Of course, times have changed and the school, just like our society, has changed, but Deerfield still teaches respect for others and has an expectation that the students will be ladies and gentlemen. I am sure there is much good schoolmastering at Deerfield today…

What I have tried to say is that the teaching experience is a learning experience. Hopefully, what I learned from students, faculty, and staff enabled me to be a schoolmaster. //

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All the things you would picture from an “amazing” trip like this are here: the students are seeing sights they never imagined; they are bonding with each other and with local people. They are getting up early and staying up late, laughing and crying and joking their way through weeks abroad. Plenty of photos are being taken. But this trip is more than a travel program or a community service assignment. We’re here to learn about the real problems facing the world—and the real innovations that are required to solve them.

Those things don’t usually show up in a photo album. ST O RY A N D P H O T O G R A P H S BY DAV I D T H I E L

D E R U T C I P S A T O N TANZANIA ,

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left / l to r: Sam Morse ’15, Lucy Lytle ’15, Nahla Gedeon Achi ’15, Katherine Goguen ’16, and Meghan Mozea ’15 spend their last night in Tanzania playing with and tutoring the girls from JBFC. top / Children at the Kitongo public school line up for weight and height measurements. bottom left / The primary school building at JBFC bottom right / Sam Morse ’15 gives and receives dancing lessons from one of the older students at JBFC.

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Kitongo is a tiny village constructed of mud huts with thatched roofs on the southeastern shore of Lake Victoria. The lake is one of the largest freshwater reserves in the world, but its water isn’t safe for drinking—or even wading—since it teems with schistosomiasis parasites.

Hills of 100 feet or so, topped with smooth boulders, dot the landscape around the village, as do patches of forest and field, dirt roadways, and pastures. We have arrived in the first tentative weeks of the rainy season, so for the two weeks of our visit we experience the alternating extremes of dust and deluge that define the annual climate.

In the village there is little electricity, and much of it used to power a PA that blares music or televised soccer from the local bar— at all hours. There are almost no lights at night. Miles away, along the main road, one might be able to scrounge familiar comforts like a warm Coca-Cola, but in the village, plastic lawn chairs are among the only “first world” goods we see. An exception: the Tanzanians sport fashion from GAP and J. Crew—clothing that was donated to Goodwill or the Salvation Army in America and then sold by the container-load to resellers in Africa.

The local public school hosts hundreds of students per teacher—indeed, per room.

Teaching is done in Swahili, but every student takes a national examination given in English.

The facilities here consist of three buildings with dirt floors, a latrine that writhes with snakes, and scant furnishings that are moved between rooms as needed. Students lack basic

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resources—paper and pencil—eliminating the possibility of notes, homework, or study outside of class.

Private homes are one room, with open fires for cooking, creating a smoky miasma dangerous to occupants. Extended families live together, and the array of relatives is difficult to decipher: shorter lifespans, teenage pregnancy, and malnutrition make age difficult to discern. Brother? Uncle? Grandfather? This confusion adds an otherworldly feel to even brief interactions with the townspeople.

The local population subsists on fishing and farming. Fisherman in long, wooden boats trawl the lake, but several drown each year— victims of a non-swimming culture and the pressure of constant production with meager resources. Children and adults suffer from wasting, bloating, and malnutrition—the latter being less visually apparent but more prevalent throughout the community.

top / Fishermen return at midday, toting their catch during a sudden, brief downpour. right / ZZ Salvador ’14 shares his love of soccer with children in the village. far right / Dinner at “Mama Mariam’s” house: rice, beans, chicken, and fried dough.

Yet at houses in the village, we are given a warm welcome—and an enormous feast of chicken, rice, beans and fried dough treats, accompanied by sweet tea.

This first lesson has been learned quickly.

The people, despite their extreme poverty, are gracious and kind, welcoming and happy. The very language brims with energy and life: “Jambo!” means “hello!” We are constantly told “karibu!” (“welcome!” . . . to take . . . to join in . . . to visit . . . to enter). Poverty, we discover, even in this extreme, does not equate with unhappiness—or violence. These people are not “needy.”

This first lesson has been learned quickly. The people, despite their extreme poverty, are gracious and kind, welcoming and happy... Poverty, we discover, does not equate with unhappiness—or violence. These people are not “needy.”

HOW TO SPEAK SWAHILI

/ Maandazi: These “Tanzanian donuts” broke the ice when students visited local homes for dinner.

After all, who doesn’t like donuts? / Maandazi = donuts. / Aandazi = donut.

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Four Problems, Four Projects We are staying and working just outside the village, at a unique island of progress: a school and refuge for girls founded by an inspired American, who, at just 23 years of age, created a successful model that he hopes to replicate throughout Africa. Chris Gates’ Janada Batchelor Foundation for Children (JBFC) focuses on sustainable development—not temporary handouts or short-term solutions. Chris considers the four most important facets of the effort to be healthcare, education, refuge, and permaculture. JBFC is structured on these four pillars; it is a community supported by permaculture, kept healthy through better nutrition, and—funded by agriculture and the skilled work of its students—one that grants an education outstripping anything else in Tanzania.

Chris has a great deal to teach us about the real problems facing the world. JBFC is a perfect lens through which we see the interdependencies of different human systems.

Here, the kids here are healthy and well educated—and to our surprise, the burden of their care is not a burden at all, instead being subsumed within a well-designed system of self-sufficiency. The students at Chris’s school are learning more than arithmetic—they are learning self-reliance.

It is Chris who introduces us to the work we’ll be doing during our stay, faithfully describing the connection between our daily tasks and the long-term, sustainable benefits to the community—indeed, the world. The thirteen of us are spread out over many acres, but we’re together in purpose. There’s lots to do.

Picturing a third-world classroom is one thing, but teaching in one is entirely another.

We teach classes ranging from leadership skills to electrical engineering: this is the “education” pillar of our effort. In the process, we discover firsthand the challenges of working in classrooms where resources such as textbooks, pencils, and paper—and even blackboards—are unavailable. Deerfield students wonder how they can help reinforce students’ skills when the teaching is purely word of mouth.

On the healthcare front, we gather height, weight, and age for hundreds of Tanzanian children as part of a longitudinal study on nutrition. Half of the sample population is ensured two meals a day—but the other half is lucky to eat just once. This aspect of the scientific method seems cruel—but there is simply

WATCH THE VIDEO: deerfield.edu/tanzania-education / Jambo: Literally, “Greetings!” / Asante Sana: Thank you very much. / Rafiki: Friend / Pole Sana: I’m very sorry.

Each Deerfield student (below, Katherine Chen ’15) was paired with a Tanzanian student for afternoon reading hour; the bonds between students grew quickly.

Not only does our experience here defy our expectations, stereotypes, and assumptions, but it awakens us to a whole sea of innovation and utility.

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above / Lucy Lytle ’15 teaches science to JBFC students. top right / A warm smile for Hamburg, Germany, native Mirjam Keochakian ’15 bottom right / David Kim ’14, the tallest Deerfield student on the trip, was paired with the tiniest girl at JBFC in a reading partnership that was beautiful to see.

no more food to provide. While taking measurements, the lack of nutrition shows starkly: Deerfield students and Tanzanians of the same age differ in height by as much as a foot.

“Permaculture” is an agricultural approach that configures plants, livestock, water, and sunlight, in order to maximize the use of abundant resources, stretch scant resources further, minimize workload, and improve yield and nutrition. (The work closely resembles a combination of The Omnivore’s Dilemma and The Square Foot Gardener.) We learn that too much sunlight burns the crops, and there is too little water to sustain them. The physical arrangement of plants and animals has a lot to do with productivity—and the selection of specimens dawns on us as hands-on genetic engineering.

And finally, “refuge” sounds soft, but it’s about having a home, and the emotional and psychological welfare that results from feeling welcome and cared for. Without it, none of our efforts can function, nor do they matter.

Here, we work alongside the matrons of JBFC, helping to clean and prepare meals, providing fellowship and emotional support, and building relationships. After a few days, the children begin to open up about their physical and emotional needs, their problems with schoolwork, and more. Without that information, it’s hard to know how to help.

The work is hard, and the adjustment to this environment is no small thing. Yet, after 42 hours of flights and drives and layovers, after bouts of travelers diarrhea and vomiting, after feeling the astonishing intensity of the

equatorial sunlight, after cold showers and no electricity, and after meal after meal of the same beans and rice, everyone is in high spirits.

Despite the scant conditions and tiring days, the group is ebullient and focused.

What we are seeing here is not like National Geographic; it is not as foreign and not as tidy.

Not only does our experience here defy our expectations, stereotypes, and assumptions, but it awakens us to a whole sea of innovation and utility. For example, the sources of energy employed here—and the lack of waste—is astonishing. And the things we take for granted back home are shown for what they are: miraculous.

WATCH THE VIDEO: deerfield.edu/tanzania-healthcare

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Power Plants There is no grid here, so energy sources are chosen and mixed with a precision that comes only from lengthy experience and pure necessity.

Photoelectric solar provides low amperage daily electricity to some of the JBFC campus; it charges batteries and powers modern accoutrements, like lights. Diesel is portable high-output power for motors, pumps, and generators . . . but it is difficult to procure, so it’s used sparingly. Wood fires are used for quick heat, but coal is used to power the hours-long efforts in the kitchens.

Slow, yes, but predictable, powerful, and in endless supply, gravity is an enormous source of energy here. While diesel is used to pump water to the top of the hill, it’s gravity that brings it back down and pressurizes it. Gravity drives sand and charcoal-based water filtering systems on campus, and it is gravity that powers all the irrigation systems we see.

Gravity is at work in less obvious ways too: JBFC is moving all its animal pens to higher ground, so that every rainfall will wash manure

Cultural Conversions into the soil, fertilizing the land below. In another surprise, we had assumed that rainwater catchment systems would consist of pipes and tanks, but that’s not the case. During the rains, the deluge is drawn across durable surfaces (packed dirt, stone, etc.), through a subtle network of berms and swales, allowing gravity to direct it into the rows and channels that irrigate crops.

Everywhere, people are performing labors that would “require” machines elsewhere: digging, moving material, planting and harvesting. There is a clear sense of connection between human labor and nutrition—so efficient agriculture is a critical energy source in the community. That leads us to the biggest surprise of all: the majority of the energy in use here is solar, but not electric. Abundant solar energy is captured with plants, the plants convert the sunlight to calories, and humans convert calories to work. When Chris Gates emphasizes permaculture, what he’s actually providing is a renewable power plant. left / a diesel pump, operated every other day, pumps water to the top of the hill behind JBFC, filling a tank that provides irrigation and drinking water to the school. below, left / the kitchen and dining space at JBFC has just one lightbulb, so some work was done using the flashlights brought by Deerfield students below, right / solar panels harvest abundant sunlight to power modern conveniences, such as lights. far right/ along the main road

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Kitongo farmers plant corn because of ancestral and spiritual mandate—unaware of the fact that corn was actually brought here by Europeans. This directly affects the health of the community: corn tires the soil and offers little nutrition, so each year’s crop regresses the community’s agriculture capacity—and increases its need. The energy equation here is not renewable (humans are the rechargeable batteries in the this system, and corn ensures that their chances at a full caloric recharge constantly diminish).

Similarly, banana trees, which take a year to mature, are traditionally planted in rows.

Adopting circular planting—so that water and fertilizer could be placed in a single, central location—would reduce banana cultivation work by 80 percent, but unfortunately, cultural convention abides, and the rows persist.

(Chris Gates says that local farmers, skeptical of the permaculture practices at work in JBFC, have nevertheless begun to slowly, quietly, copy them.)

And then there’s money. The villagers in Kitongo have only a little need for cash—for goods that can’t be grown or traded within the village. By contrast, JBFC requires cash: compensating teachers, purchasing medical supplies, and procuring and maintaining technologies—water filters, solar panels, generators, and motors, for instance. Here, innovative thinking is at work: by establishing a fine dining restaurant, JBFC converts their farming output to cash—at a high markup—while simultaneously providing their students with work opportunities and professional development. The restaurant also brings wealthy outsiders to JBFC, where they see and purchase cottage goods made by students and villagers.

Outside of agriculture, the Tanzanian economy is powered by exploitative industries like mining and tourism. Tourists visiting the country to see its landscapes and animals stay in fancy bungalows or tent camps—and that mostly benefits Western owners. Money and natural resources depart the country at a rapid rate— and the risks of “economic development” to Tanzania are only increasing, as China and America look to East Africa as a new resource: an African bread-bowl.

Illustration: Brent M. Hale

TOO MUCH LIGHT, TOO LITTLE WATER The equatorial sunlight in Tanzania is so bright, and the days are so long, that the ground gets dried and burnt, requiring more irrigation. Sunlight is abundant, but water is not.

A one acre plot, when planted with standard ground crops, results in one acre of food. A fruit tree might add an acre’s worth of leaves to the plot, yet still not shade the ground completely: Now one acre of sunlight can grow two acres of crops. Add more layers— trees, shrubs, and ground crops—and you might harvest four or five acres of crops from a single acre of ground.

This approach provides more than density: The shade of the larger plants prevents evaporation, keeping plants and soil moist and reducing irrigation requirements.

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1. The JBFC dining hall drains its dishwater outside. While not fit for drinking, this water is perfectly suitable for plants.

2. T o capture this “greywater,” Deerfield students dug a small canal, leading from the dining hall drain into an open field.

3. The canal descends 4. Manure piled at as it progresses the top of the canal along an inward provides effort-free spiral, letting fertilizer to the gravity do the work entire plot. of distributing the water.

5. P lantings around the canal mean easy access to water and nutrients—and each plant filters sunlight for its neighbors.

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The People The Maasai that act as security at JBFC are gentle, unusually quiet men, dressed in plaid shuka. When they speak, they speak a little English, a little Swahili, and a third language of their own. Each carries a golf-club-sized hardwood stick, worn smooth through years of handling. Traditionally, the Maasai are nomadic, pastoral people—famous for lion hunting—and so rugged and successful are they at surviving in unforgiving conditions, that Oxfam recommends their methods be examined as defense against climate change. Yet here they are carrying our bags.

One Massai man has become the maître de at JBFC’s restaurant. Are we exploiting them, or are they exploiting us?

We can’t help but note that JBFC, in some ways, resembles an antebellum southern plantation. (Chris Gates finds this analogy exciting, because it means we’re thinking about these problems from both sides: we “get it.”) The twist is that Chris, already planning his next location for development, is insistent that local people run the organization. Further, he only admits students to JBFC if they plan to remain in Tanzania.

And what of the volunteers? “Voluntourists?”

Do they help or hurt—and is that what we are? It’s hard to tell. When we arrived at JBFC, the younger girls ran to embrace us, asking questions and offering friendship with all the precociousness you’d expect from the under-tens. In contrast, the older girls are not just circumspect: they are—rightfully—suspicious. They have learned that groups like ours appear for a couple weeks, form “friendships that last a lifetime,” have “amazing, life changing experiences” . . . and then pretty much forget all those feelings on the flight home.

Yet, on the last night of our trip, the older girls appear—singing and weeping at our impending departure. They share their stories with us, as a final lesson to carry on our way.

In the hysteria, it becomes difficult to discern heartfelt emotions from teenage drama. But the effect is the same. We decide we’re not like the others. We plan “Tanzania Tuesdays” back at Deerfield. We’re going to write letters and raise funds. We’ll never forget what we’ve learned here. (continued on page 21)

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clockwise, top left / Older JBFC students; Maasai security guard; girls in the JBFC dining hall—freshly painted

by Deerfield students; despite the stark conditions of the local school, the children are joyful—and fascinated with cameras; the prinicpal of the local school is warm, friendly, and big on formality.

The Deerfield group was formally introduced to each teacher in the school. The bottlecaps on the principal’s desk are collected to make “counting necklaces” for younger students working on integers.

/ Habari! A greeting, literally: “News?!” / Nzuri: The “everything is good” response to a greeting of “habari.” / Ndio/Hapana: Yes/No

In diaries and blogs, Deerfield students captured and reflected upon their Tanzanian experience as it occurred…

Countdown till the end: 3 days, 72 hours left.

So much to do, so little time.

As Katherine Chen, sitting next to me, stresses over all the things that she has left to do at JBFC in such a short amount of time, the reality dawns on me that this trip is coming to an end. I always knew that this blissful feeling of living in Tanzania with the JBFC girls would have to come to a close, but I never anticipated that it would come so swiftly and unexpectedly.

Sitting on the floor during Prayer Circle I begin to tear up. I am able to keep myself from crying, but just barely. I try to push the thought of leaving out of my head, but it is impossible. I know now that eventually I will have to leave. The girls continue to sing; they are spectacular. Their voices rise above my sad thoughts and lift my spirits.

Nakupenda, nakupenda! (I love you, I love you!) It is impossible to remain sad while looking at something so beautiful. I realize that being in Tanzania has been the experience of a lifetime. I will never feel this way again. For maybe the first time in my life I really feel that I have a purpose. I am doing something to help others and there is no other feeling like it. Helping these girls and being a part of their lives for even a short amount of time gives me an inexplicable feeling that is much more powerful than just happiness. But the closest explanation that I have is pure blissfulness.

Truthfully, I don’t want to leave. The joy that the girls exude engulfs everyone around. I have been completely surrounded by the delight of these girls. They are close and comfortable, I feel safe and warm in their company. It makes me incredibly sad to think of having to leave this place.

“Time is pretty precise.” Ms. Cabral We still have so much to do in the constrained time that we have. We must complete the painting of the dining hall with the girls as well as continuing the greywater system. Connecting with the girls is an ongoing process and I look forward to more time one-on-one with them. These experiences have forever shaped me and these last few days will continue to change my perspective and my life.

Sadly, this can’t last forever.

Meghan Mozea ’15

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The Reciprocal Nature of Service —Nahla Gedeon Achi ’15 This trip to Tanzania exposes us, thirteen Deerfield students, to the realities of extreme rural poverty and to the difficulties people face in developing countries. We came to JBFC to do “service;” we teach classes and cook food and plant trees and dig canals. We brighten a girl’s day by making a friendship bracelet or by reading a book or by learning Swahili. But, in the grand scheme of things, our impact in alleviating rural poverty is minimal. What is more important is the perspective we gain on this trip, because, maybe, in the future, this perspective will empower one or two or three of us to really dedicate him or herself to addressing an issue prevalent in third-world countries.

I realize this is a broad statement. Basically, I am trying to say that the service we do here is reciprocal in the sense that we gain the knowledge and understanding to do something “big” by ourselves in the future.

Here is a snapshot of Esther’s past: As a four-year-old, Esther arrived at JBFC weighing sixteen pounds. She was extremely malnourished. Yet tonight, she was the one feeding me—ironic, yes, but she was doing me a service. We all know the saying “money doesn’t buy happiness” and we all realize that people can be happy with very little. Until tonight, however, my everyday mindset hadn’t really soaked this reality in. I am grateful to Esther for the part she played in ensuring that, in the future, I will never forget this reality.

In diaries and blogs, Deerfield students captured and In Kitongo, if kids miss lunch at school (six did yesterday), they reflected upon their Tanzanian experience as it occurred… can’t just dig into their backpack for a granola bar or go back home and grab a cookie from the shelf. Yet regardless of how little they have, these kids persevere in their enthusiasm and It is dinnertime. I am sitting on the steps just outside the dining hall. the eagerness with which they tackle everyThe plate in front of me is filled with beans and rice and I am about to day activities. Every boy and girl at this school begin eating with my spoon. Esther saunters over and drops herself will respond to your greeting with a smile. As down next to me. After some Swahili-English practice with the words long as they have the basic necessities for “beans” and “rice” and “spoon,” Esther turns her attention to the con- survival, they are happy. So, the next time I tents of my plate. According to her, my bean to rice ratio is completely shop online for a new sweater or order a meal off. After seeming troubled for a couple seconds, she comes up with a at a restaurant, I will pause and remember solution: She forms small balls of rice with her hands and transfers their smiles and Esther. I will think of that them from her plate to mine. To ensure that I eat them, she pries the dinnertime moment before using things I don’t spoon away from me and urges me to eat with my hands. When I slow necessarily need.

I have this bizarre belief that if we, people down my eating pace, she compensates by actually bringing the food up living in developed countries, all slightly to my mouth. In that moment, the roles seemed reversed.

I can’t define exactly what these roles are; a close approximation altered our perspective on spending in this would be “the person helping” and “the person being helped.” Before way, global issues (poverty, lack of water and leaving for this trip, we talked a lot about the way in which service sanitation, malnutrition, lack of education, etc.) should be delivered. In the context of NGO-colonialism, people argue would slowly improve. Realistically, there are that service should be aimed at providing individuals or communities too many factors that play into creating these with the tools to help themselves rather than directly helping them with issues… (but) if the people here can live with donations of money or food or medicine. As a group, we agreed that for so little, surely I can restrict myself, and, by service to be beneficial, the person providing it should understand the restricting myself, I may help to break the different factors that play into the problem they are trying to address. vicious cycle that drives some people into poverty Service should be reciprocal, with both sides gaining something from it. in the first place. //

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The trip was not about guilt or entitlement. It was not a group of haves, trying to help the have-nots. Instead, it was a gateway to innovative thinking and real problem solving— borne from witness and direct experience. The issues of energy and resources, of culture and tradition, of exploitation and assistance, are central to Africa’s development— and to our own.

WATCH THE VIDEO: deerfield.edu/tanzania-refuge / Asante Sana: Thank you very much.

It’s Complicated One thing we’ve learned is that it’s complicated.

We’ve gained a new understanding of systems thinking, externality, unintended consequences, and untapped potential. The trip was not about guilt or entitlement. It was not a group of haves, trying to help the have-nots. Instead, it was a gateway to innovative thinking and real problem solving—borne from witness and direct experience. The issues of energy and resources, of culture and tradition, of exploitation and assistance, are central to Africa’s development—and to our own.

Deerfield students are thoughtful and caring, worldly in their youth, and still full of the sort of naïve idealism that can sometimes move mountains.

But the comfortable airline seat, widely available hot showers, and the distraction of iPhones—let alone the pressures of schoolwork and college

prepration—drives a wedge between the immediacy of our third-world experiences and the follow -through we all imagined. The emotional intensity of that last night has faded. We haven’t written letters.

We haven’t raised funds. We haven’t sent anything.

But we haven’t forgotten what we’ve learned.

And that’s why it’s so important for Deerfield to go back. While it’s exciting to see new places, and the joy that comes from service has no duplicate, these Deerfield students learned that this trip was about understanding their own responsibilities to the world. The issues of sanitation, sustainability, education, and healthcare in Tanzania are stark— but the same issues exist at home. And by seeing how the Tanzanians leverage meager resources, we gain strategies for handling our own.

How was the trip? It wasn’t just “amazing” . . . it was more. //

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BY THE NUMBERS Total enrollment: 629 students Boarding students: 5 56; Day students: 73 Male: 329; Female: 300 Students come from 40 states and 37 countries; US students of color: 26.7%; foreign citizens: 12.5%; students living overseas (US and foreign national): 18%; legacy students: 29% of the entire student body is legacies or siblings of current or graduated students.

ADMISSION STATISTICS: Inquiries: 5829 Students interviewed: 1902 Applications: 1966 Admitted students: 312 Matriculated students: 185

At Deerfield, we presume to know each other . . .

As we turned to introductions, I offered students the following advice as they prepared to meet their teachers and one another, as well as truly beginning their Deerfield experience the next day—their first day of classes:

MAKE CONNECTIONS / student to student, student to faculty; know that you are part of something bigger than yourself.

SEEK PARTNERSHIP / see adults as allies, not assessors.

DEMONSTRATE CURIOSITY / there is a story behind every name, every location— seek out these stories.

SHOW EMPATHY / take the time to look each other in the eye, check in, listen, and engage.

Your experience at Deerfield will be richer if you make the effort to do these things.

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Instructions for Freshmen

(and Sophomores, and Juniors, and Seniors) “At Deerfield, we presume to know each other,” I said. One hundred eighty-five girls and boys sat on the floor of the Hess Center lobby, encircled by faculty for the new student welcome—an old tradition in a remodeled setting. First faculty are invited to introduce themselves—name, department, where they are from originally—and then all new students, called in random order, are invited to stand, repeat their names, and share where they are from.

Prior to these personal introductions we were treated to an account of Deerfield, the village, offered this year by History Department Chair Joe Lyons. Mr. Lyons’s message, with pictures of beautiful tree-lined Main Street as a backdrop, was to “take solace in beauty,” and he urged all of us to look up and around, even as our busy lives often distract us from doing so. Furthermore, having shared the often violent history of this seemingly peaceful village, he urged all of us to “move beyond first impressions” in order to maximize our experience at school. Then Dr. Curtis issued an invitation to take advantage of all that Deerfield offers. She said, “Deerfield Academy is a rich gift—we live in a tightly interconnected, shrinking world, where knowledge and understanding of other cultures is indispensable, where awareness and appreciation of others, and particularly of those who are different from us, are the only ways to foster the sense of mutual responsibility that a healthy society requires… As we begin this exciting journey together, let's not retreat into comfort. Let's seize the opportunity to make new connections, to ask questions, and to listen carefully; to subject our own views to critical examination and remain open to new perspectives and possibilities. In short, let's pay attention to one another, because attention, as French philosopher Simone Weil has said, is the ‘rarest and purest form of generosity.’”

Just three days later, the Sunday New York Times ran an article by Frank Bruni, entitled “Demanding More from College.” Its premise, that “in a world of many separate camps, college can and should be a bridge,” also invites an answer to the question, “Why boarding school?”

The value of college, Mr. Bruni suggests, is that especially in the face of an increasingly “polarized” world, exacerbated by the Internet, (which, research shows, facilitates an ironically narrow interaction with the world by indulging people’s instincts to align with those like them, not unlike them), college environments provide a safe place, at an opportune time in students’ lives, in which to test intellectual ideas and challenge cultural assumptions as a result of being exposed to, and ultimately learning from, people of many different backgrounds. He concludes by suggesting: “Now more than ever, college needs to be an expansive adventure, yanking students toward unfamiliar horizons and untested identities rather than indulging and flattering who and where they already are. And students need to insist on that, taking control of all facets of their college experience and making it as eclectic as possible.”

The same is true of boarding school, especially at Deerfield. We are privileged to compose this community with incredibly interesting and talented students from all over the country and world. They come to us from many different backgrounds and perspectives, brimming with accomplishment and simultaneously full of potential; for all they have achieved, they come wanting more—including wanting to be part of something greater than themselves.

It is our hope, as we welcome the Class of 2018, that these new students, encouraged by those around them, will discover that in their everyday acts—asking good questions, lingering after class, stopping on the path to ask someone how he or she is, offering to help or accepting help, by stretching themselves in new ways—will enrich their own and others’ lives at Deerfield and beyond. //

BY Dean of Admission Pamela J. Safford

KATHERINE BURD

Sarah Tarrant Madden

Katherine Speed

English Teaching Fellow Favorite flavor of ice cream: Homemade Blueberry

College Advising Favorite flavor of ice cream: Cherry Garcia

Theater Teaching Fellow Favorite flavor of ice cream: Chocolate Devotion (Chocolate ice cream with brownies, fudge, and chocolate chips!)

Kim Butz

CJ Menard

William Speer

Director of Information Technology Favorite flavor of ice cream: Chocolate Pudding

Dean of Advancement Favorite flavor of ice cream: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

Math Favorite flavor of ice cream: Cookies and Cream

Juliana Comacho Espinosa

David Payne

Andy Stallings

Spanish Favorite flavor of ice cream: Burnt Sugar and Butter

Visual & Performing Arts Favorite flavor of ice cream: Mud Pie

English Favorite flavor of ice cream: Huckleberry

Here's the Scoop . . . On New Faculty New faculty orientation included a “get to know the area” trip to nearby Northampton (MA) for brick oven pizza and world-famous ice cream. Pertinent information on this enthusiastic group

David Thiel

of educators follows, and go to deerfield.edu/directory for additional details.

JD Devaughn-Brown

Maaja Roos

Jennifer Taylor

Intro to Computer Science Favorite flavor of ice cream: The world may never know…

Music Director Favorite flavor of ice cream: Coffee (preferably Espresso!)

Science Favorite flavor of ice cream: Vanilla Bean

Amy Lareau

Jill Schaffer

Megan Washburn

College Advising Favorite flavor of ice cream: Peppermint Stick

Director of the Summer Program Favorite flavor of ice cream: Raspberry Sorbet

Science Favorite flavor of ice cream: Salted Caramel

Juan Diego Lopez

Spencer Washburn

Math Teaching Fellow Favorite flavor of ice cream: Vanilla

College Advising Favorite flavor of ice cream: Chocolate Pudding

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BRINGING THE HAMMER Up until two years ago, the Big Green owned a football schedule that was etched in stone. For two decades—since Hotchkiss and Taft signed on in 1993—it was the same old, same old. Back in the day, it would have taken a hammer and chisel just to change a starting time.

Since last fall, however, Athletic Director Chip Davis has needed a jackhammer to keep up with the alterations. In just two seasons, the Big Green has bid adieu to nearly half— three of eight teams—of its opponents, due in large part to smaller rosters. The facelift began in 2012 when both Taft and Avon departed Deerfield’s schedule to join the Erickson League, which is comprised of smaller Connecticut-based schools. Those voids were filled by Cushing and Worcester academies.

This fall, longtime rival Northfield Mount Hermon will be MIA atop the Big Green schedule. The Hoggers, who first fielded a football program back in 1933 and had been competing against Deerfield for what seemed forever, opted to drop the sport entirely this past spring due to a dwindling number of participants. Davis then reloaded the schedule by bringing Brunswick School on board.

“Up until last season, we’d gone 20 years without making a single change to our football schedule,” said Davis, “now we’ve made three changes in just two years. Unfortunately, declining numbers in football is something many prep schools are facing and we’re seeing it as well.

“Our football program use to field around 80 players,” added Davis. “We’d have probably 35 to 40 players on the varsity level and another 40 on the JV level, which gave you two full-size squads to work with. Over the past few years, the number of players has dropped to probably 60 to 65 and with as many as 40 players on the varsity roster, it makes it difficult to field a deep JV program.”

Rounding out this fall’s eight-game schedule was a bit easier said than done because getting all the right teams

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in all the right places to secure four home games and four away games was important to Davis. And so, he convinced Cushing to move up from its seventh-game slot to fill the opening-day (September 20) vacancy left by NMH. With that accomplished, Davis then penciled Brunswick into Cushing’s former spot (November 1).

“I think Brunswick will be a great addition to our football schedule,” said Davis. “Having lost to Andover in last year’s Class A Super Bowl Game, they’ve proven to be an outstanding football program and should be a very competitive opponent.”

Despite coming off a 3-5 campaign, Mike Silipo, who earned his 200th career prep school coaching victory last fall, is hoping his squad can be pretty competitive as well, and take a shot of at least flip-flopping last year’s record to 5-3. And the Big Green mentor has not one but two good reasons to feel optimistic about a turnaround. According to Silipo, “we’ll have a great quarterback and a lot more size up front this season.”

Silipo’s quarterback this fall will be Brett Stewart, a 6-0, 190-pound postgraduate out of Garden City, Long Island.

Stewart is coming to Deerfield following a senior season that saw him earn a spot on the Golden 11, which is Long Island’s version of a scholar/athlete all-star team, and the New York Class B All-State team.

Stewart earned his postseason laurels by leading his team to a 9-2 record and a county championship. Individually, he accounted for 2273 yards in total offense while being directly responsible for 26 touchdowns. Through the air, he completed 88 of 184 passes for 1395 yards and 14 TDs; on the ground, he scampered 181 times for 878 yards and a dozen scores.

But that was nothing compared to Stewart’s junior year campaign, when Garden City captured the Long Island Class B championship with an 11-1 showing. That season, Stewart logged 2595 yards in total offense and was held accountable for 32 touchdowns. He connected on 131 of 241 passes for 1,676 yards and 23 touchdowns. On the ground, meanwhile, he ran the ball 178 times for 919 yards and nine touchdowns.

So, over a two-year, 23-game stretch, of which he won 20, Stewart chalked up 4868 yards in total offense and was responsible for 58 touchdowns. That’s impressive.

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“I’m really excited about playing football at Deerfield,” said Stewart, who graduated this past spring in top of his class with his bags packed for Dartmouth. The bigger Big Green recruited two other freshman quarterbacks, however, so Stewart altered his game plan.

“Due to the circumstances, Coach (Buddy) Teevens, (Dartmouth’s head coach) thought it would be good if I took a postgraduate year and enter Dartmouth as a freshman in the fall of 2015,” explained Stewart. “He recommended I try to spend that postgraduate year at Deerfield.”

That recommendation should not come as a surprise if you have followed Deerfield football over the decades: Teevens is a Deerfield grad (Class of ’75) and quarterbacked the football team to an undefeated season in the fall of 1974.

As for the added bulk this season, much of it belongs to a trio of new faces. The most goes to Brandon Scott ’17, a 6-4, 277-pound two-way tackle. He’ll likely line up next to Kevin Stadler ’15, a 6-2, 225-pound tight end/defensive end.

Bob Law ’15, who stands in at 6-2, 225, is another two-way tackle. They will join in the mix with returnees Chris Schade ’15, a 6-2, 215-pound center, Chase Swinerton ’15, a 6-0, 195-pound guard, and co-captain Liam Morris ’15, a 6-2, 225-pound two-way tackle to supply Silipo “with one of our biggest lines in recent memory.”

The added size should translate into added protection for Stewart, who will have two experienced wide receivers to throw to in co-captain JC Pardo ’15 and Harrison Lane ’15.

Deerfield’s running game, with the exception of Stewart, will have to be rebuilt. Last year’s top two backs—John Jackson and Zack Twitchell—graduated. Jackson, who was the recipient of the Thomas Ashley Memorial Award for an unprecedented two consecutive seasons, paced the Big Green by averaging more than five yards per carry and chalked up six touchdowns. //

BY BOB YORK

BULK BY-THE-NUMBERS

9-2 6'- 0" 190lbs

Brett Stewart ’15 / QB

senior season + county championship

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Brandon Scott ’17 / T, DT

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Chase Swinerton ’15 / G

6'- 2" 225lb

Kevin Stadler ’15 / TE, DE

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Liam Morris ’15 / T, DT

6'- 2" 215lbs

Chris Shade ’15 / C

6'- 2" 225lbs

Bob Law ’15 / T, DT

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PLAYING AT VIOLENCE

BY PA C I F I Q U E I R A N K U N DA ’ 0 9

Reprinted from The American Scholar, Volume 82, No. 3, Summer 2013. Copyright © 2013 by Pacifique Irankunda.

Photo illustration by Brent M. Hale; controller, Inked Pixels; AK-74, Media Image Photography; texture, STILLFX

On a fall afternoon a few years ago, inside my dorm room at Deerfield Academy, I started hearing gunshots. I had been warned that in America people hunt with guns. I comforted myself with this thought at first, but the sounds went on and on and grew increasingly familiar.

It can’t be hunting, I thought. Why would anyone be hunting on the grounds of a Massachusetts prep school?

I threw my door open and rushed outside the building, but I couldn’t hear the sounds anymore. I saw students chatting and laughing as if everything was normal. Was I just dreaming?

I went back inside the dorm. Walking down the hallway, I heard the sounds again. Oh, it must be a student watching a movie! I thought and returned to my room, closing the door. Idiot! I laughed at myself—where was I going to go anyway? I had just come to America, and I could hardly find my way around the campus. Even if the gunfire had been real, I would have had no idea where to run.

As I sat at my desk, the sounds brought back images from my home village in Burundi. This disturbed me. Finally, I covered my ears. From time to time, I would uncover them, hoping the movie had ended, but the sounds went on and on. A movie of gunshots and nothing else?

I wondered. What type of movie is that?

As dinnertime approached, students started emerging from their rooms, and I joined them in the hallway. “Were you just watching a movie?” I asked one of my dorm mates.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Was it loud?” he said.

“No, no!” I said. “I just was curious to know what movie you were watching.”

“It wasn’t actually a movie,” he said. “I was playing video games.”

Huh, I thought. I did not ask for an explanation. At the time, I didn’t know what video games were, only that they made noises that sounded like gunfire.

There was a time when silence reigned all over my village. Rivers were loud, but their rhythmic sounds were part of the silence. People worked in their fields with hoes. There were no cars, no factories. I imagine that to Westerners that time and place would have resembled the Stone Age. Planes flew over the village, but never more than once a week. There was another season that broke this silence. It was the time of crops growing. From the early stage of the seeds’ sprouting, parents would send their kids into the fields to make noise and chase away the birds that ate the seedlings. This went on for a month, and after that the silence would come again. I enjoyed the quiet, but it did not last. Another season erupted and broke all the silence. It was the season of war. It came in the fall when I was four, and it lasted for more than a decade.

In this new season, just as in any other, some things died and others were born.

Everything was transformed. When the militia attacked a village, it left behind the remains of the dead—people and animals—and the houses

in ruin. People moved from their houses to live in the forests. New words appeared—ibinywamaraso (“the blood drinkers”) and ivyamfurambi (“deeds of the wrong first born”)— and new expressions: kamwe kamwe ku ruyeye ku rwembe (“one after another, gently on a razor”). This slogan and others like it said not to worry if you did not kill many people. The secret was to keep killing.

This new season made children my age wish they had been born blind and deaf so they couldn’t see their houses being burned and their mothers being raped before being killed, or hear the sounds of bombs or their parents screaming and crying. But at other times, you wished you had the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a deer, so that you could distinguish, in the dark, a black stump with branches from a man dressed in black pointing a gun, or a thin string tied to a mine from a long blade of grass lying across your path. These were times when you needed to know that the sound of raindrops falling on leaves wasn’t that of militiamen approaching on tiptoes.

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hazing differed from one school to another, the objective of hazing was the same everywhere: to embarrass new students. Usually a group of returning boys and girls would gather in a circle around a new student, ordering him or her to tell vulgar jokes.

This worked best with girls, who would often start crying halfway through a joke and be doubly embarrassed. Some new boys enjoyed telling dirty jokes, but all boys were embarrassed if they were made to cry in public, and if you were a boy, no matter how tough you were, you were unlikely to leave the center of the circle without wiping your eyes. Every word—every gesture—was treated as an insult by the hazers, and the penalty was for one of them to rap his knuckles on your head.

If you were a girl, you often had to do more than tell a dirty joke.

You might also be commanded by one of the boys, “Date me until I fall in love with you!” The hazers would tell you to caress the boy who had said those words. And then that boy would scream and call out, “She is harrassing me!

Please stop! Stop! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” Other times the boy would make noises as if he were having sex and say things like, “What a whore!”

A person was assigned especially to haze me. His name was Chrysostom. Most of the hazers wanted to inflict only psychological pain. Chrysostom was different.

If, for example, you saw a new girl cradling her breasts in pain, you knew that she had been hazed by Chrysostom.

I met him on my first day at that school. He came up to me and yelled,“Kinyuzu!” The name designated a new student who, according to the rules of hazing, did not deserve a proper name.

I did not reply.

“ Are you surprised I know your name?” he asked. “ Well, yes, because we just met,” I replied. “ Do you know my name?” “ No,” I said. “ Because mine is too unimportant to know, but yours …

You’re a big shot, huh?”

“Why don’t you open your mouth and say, ‘Yes!’ ” I kept quiet.

Chrysostom looked puzzled, as if I had done something not only incomprehensible but absolutely stupid. He then laughed ironically and called me by my proper name. “All right, Pacifique.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Are you surprised I know your name?” he asked.

“Well, yes, because we just met,” I replied.

“Do you know my name?”

“No,” I said.

“Because mine is too unimportant to know, but yours . . .

You’re a big shot, huh?”

Chrysostom was short but strong. He had a thick, muscular neck, and when he laughed, the muscles around his neck would get bigger and bigger as if air were being pumped into them.

He was the boy who could get away with offending anyone, no matter how strong the other person was. Students would tell you: “Unless you intend to kill him, you should not try to fight Chrysostom.” Whether you started the fight or he started it, it was for you to end it. You had to accept humiliation and ask for mercy.

Otherwise the fight would never end. He would never quit.

From the moment we met until the end of the year, Chrysostom never let a day go by without spending some time with me. He made me his closest friend, in his special way of companionship.

He always wanted me to tell him jokes, but he also made sure I did not go to sleep without being beaten up. Unlike others who often were not interested in jokes but only in inflicting humiliation, Chrysostom would listen to my jokes and would laugh when they amused him. If someone else had beaten me up, he did not need to beat me again. I only needed to

Photo illustration by Brent M. Hale; texture, STILLFX; portrait, Tomalu

For a while you wished for something, and after another while you wished for the opposite. You learned to cover your eyes in the day; you learned to see in the dark.

In the hallway at Deerfield, the boy, whom I’ll call Luke, went on talking about video games, as we waited for our classmates to join us for dinner. Almost everything Luke said was so confusing that I asked him: “What do you mean by saying you killed so-and-so?”

“Well, my enemies. Paci, how often do you play video games?”

“Actually, what are they?”

The other students looked at each other and smiled.

“Come on, Paci!” Luke led me to his room. He took up a little device in his hands and turned on his computer. He pointed at the computer screen, at images of people with guns. “Once you press this button, they start moving and you hunt them, see?”

Out of the computer’s speakers came the sound of shooting, the sound of war.

“You’ll have to play with us, Paci!”

I faced the computer but lowered my eyes. I didn’t want to offend him, but I didn’t want to watch what was happening on the screen.

Instead, I watched his fingers moving, handling the device.

“What are you doing with this thing?” I asked, pointing at the little device in his hands.

“I’m playing! That’s how you play!”

“So you’re actually doing the shooting?”

“Yeah! Here, you try it.”

“No, no. Thanks. Let’s go to dinner.”

In the seventh year of war in Burundi, I went to a public boarding school by the shore of Lake Tanganyika. At that school and many others, returning students hazed incoming ones.

Although the rigor and form of

“ C hrysostom was short but strong.

He had a thick, muscular neck, and when he laughed, the muscles around his neck would get bigger and bigger as if air were being pumped into them. He was the boy who could get away with offending anyone, no matter how strong the other person was. Students would tell you: U nless you intend to kill him, you should not try to fight Chrysostom.�

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he never said that he himself killed or had fought for the FNL, in his stories he sometimes used “we.” He would imitate the sounds of different guns and would keep doing it for such a long time that his voice would get hoarse.

He repeated one story often. He never seemed to remember that I had already heard it. He laughed while telling it as if it were new every time.

“Back home, my friends, the FNL,” he would start. “You know the FNL, right?”

I would nod.

“When we catch people . . . oh it is so funny . . . the soldiers . . . those for the government . . . oh dear! Ntakintu kiryoshe nkico, wohora uraraba! Nothing else on earth could be more amusing!

You know how a cat, when he catches a mouse, you know how he can play with the mouse knowing that the mouse won’t go anywhere? It is just like that.

Oh, boy!” Then he would laugh and laugh. The muscles around his neck would swell. When he stopped laughing, he would go on: “We ask them questions, you know, and when they hesitate . . .

You know, in the eyes!” He would stretch out his arm and point his long fingernails at my eyes. “And then after . . .” He would interrupt himself with laughter again.

“The FNL would never waste their bullets, you know, they would use a rope, you know, even a shoelace, and put it around their neck, and . . .” Saying this, he would grab my neck and squeeze it. “And . . . strangle the idiots!” Then, as if hit by an electric shock, he would release my neck and fall backward onto his bed, and laugh so hard that tears came from his eyes. “I miss home!

I very much look forward to vacation.”

I could see he was absorbed by his story, as if he were right back

there strangling someone. He did not realize that I was shivering the whole time.

“What do you do on vacation?” he would ask me. For me, going on vacation did not mean going to my family’s house, but rather joining my mother and brother in the forest, where we hid from Chrysostom’s friends, the militiamen he always told me about.

I could not tell him this, of course.

I would change the subject.

I tried to please Chrysostom, hoping he would stop abusing me, but he was not aware of what I felt. I would take him to a restaurant, buy him soda and cookies, but it was like caressing a stone. He would often put his arm around my shoulders, and we would walk around while I told him jokes. He would listen very carefully and would laugh and even give me a high five.

Students who saw us walking side by side thought we were the best of friends. In fact, Chrysostom himself seemed to think I was his best friend. When he learned I was going to another school for my remaining years of high school, he told me: “I will miss you! You are very sweet. I do not feel I will have someone else to spend time with and have fun.”

And I could see in his face that he actually meant it.

It was an interesting friendship, but I am glad that it ended.

That evening at Deerfield, on the way back from dinner, Luke asked me to go play war video games with him. “No,” I said. “I have a lot of work to do.” I did have work to do. But I had other reasons for staying away. I thought that the boys who played the video games probably took drugs, that they were gangsters who pretended to be innocent.

One evening, I was having trouble with my computer, and I went to Luke’s room to ask him

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go see him and tell him I had already been beaten, and then tell him jokes.

There was a particularly vulgar joke that hazers found funny, so new students told it often. The joke went like this: two children are playing outside their house on a sunny afternoon. It is a hot day, and their parents are napping —windows wide open. All of a sudden, funny noises come out of their parents’ room; they are making love. One child runs over, looks through the window, and calls to his sister: “Mom and Dad are fighting!” The other child joins the first at the window.

After a while, the children begin to cry. As they cry, the sister watches Mommy grabbing Daddy’s shoulder, and then she shouts, “Go, Mummy, go!” The brother grabs his sister, and a real fight begins—the kids are taking sides.

After the parents have “come to peace,” they hear their children fighting outside. They rush out and separate them and angrily question them, and the kids reply, “But you were also fighting!” This was the punch line.

When I told this idiotic joke to Chrysostom, he didn’t laugh.

After a moment of awkwardness, he asked me, “Were the kids seriously fighting?”

“The story goes that they fought to their bleeding,” I said.

Then he broke into laughter. If there was anything related to violence in a joke, Chrysostom always wanted to hear more about it.

Another interesting thing about Chrysostom was that he wanted to tell me stories, too. He told me he lived in Bujumbura Rural, a province where a group of militia called the FNL (Forces nationales de libération) camped. He would tell me how he enjoyed watching the FNL combatants— whom he called friends—fighting with government soldiers. Though

“ T here was a war back in my country,” I told him

. . . there was excitement in his face, which surprised me, and frightened me a little.”

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“ I think back to the season of war and remember how we fled deep

into the jungle, far from any people. That was how we managed to survive, by hiding, by turning our backs on the rest of humanity.

Those parents who sent their children into the jungle to protect them from the bloodshed—they would have envied the peace that Luke and others like him took for granted.�

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for help. I found him in the midst of shooting imaginary people.

After he fixed my computer, he asked me if I wanted to watch him play for a little bit. I said I did not and tried to explain: “You know, I’ve seen the real thing. So I’m not really interested. I’m sorry.”

“Wait, you . . . How?” He stopped playing.

“There was a war back in my country,” I told him. “I was little when it started, and I grew up in it. So I saw a lot of that.”

“Wow!” he said. He asked me to tell him more. There was excitement in his face, which surprised me, and frightened me a little. When I first came to school in America, I assumed that I would never talk about the war in Burundi. Doing so might refresh my bad memories. And wouldn’t the other students think that I was violent myself?

Besides, who would want to hear about such horrible things?

He wanted me to tell him about the war. I said I would tell him some other day, knowing that day would never come. It would have been like telling jokes to Chrysostom. Was this boy like Chrysostom? Was he addicted to violence, too? “And thanks so much for fixing my computer,” I said and quietly left his room.

Over the next few months, I realized I was wrong about Luke.

He and my other dorm mates who liked playing violent video games weren’t gangsters at all.

They were just young, inexperienced, innocent. It took me some time to realize that the shooting wasn’t real to them. They were just playing. For them the games were “mindless,” as one friend told me. Many kids at the school played the same kinds of games.

So there was nothing unusual about Luke. He was just doing

what many American kids did.

I felt relieved, but I was also puzzled by what seemed to me like an odd sort of entertainment. How could violence so easily be turned into a game? How could companies invent such games in the first place? And how could parents buy them for their children?

I lived through 13 years of civil war. I know that violence can become almost a culture in itself, and that it twists not all but many of the people who are trapped in it. Of course, not all the children who grew up in the war became violent. How you responded to your own resentments, whether you seethed with thoughts of revenge, how your parents, neighbors, and friends responded to the bloodshed—all of these things helped determine your own taste for violence. I was lucky. Many others were not.

Maybe Chrysostom was a particularly sadistic case. I don’t really know. Maybe he would have been a bad guy wherever he grew up.

But he was not born violent, and certainly the war helped shape him. I don’t know what happened to him as a child, but I imagine that since he himself grew up in that season of war in Burundi, he probably underwent a transformation and adapted the way a plant adapts. Violence in my country and in neighboring Rwanda and Congo had a similar effect on soldiers and militiamen, and especially on children drafted into armies or rebel militias.

I remember how Nyandwi, a schoolmate and a neighbor who had joined one of the militias, hunted my family. When we escaped from him, he killed his own sister, apparently out of nothing more than frustration.

I recall how Nyandwi, when he was no longer a militiaman,

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would proudly tell stories of how he killed 30 children with machetes in a single night. It was how his militia colleagues had initiated him, he explained.

I remember how Gilbert, a neighbor and Nyandwi’s friend, enjoyed telling similar stories of when he was in the militia. How every one of his reactions, when he was back in the village, was violent and how he always laughed after he had done something violent. How he would heat a nail and stab the feet of his sisters to find out the truth if he suspected they had told him lies. To many young people, violence became easy and fun. It became one of their hobbies, as it seemed to have become Chrysostom’s hobby.

It is hard to allow yourself to imagine that you could become one of those young people, but you have to admit that you could, when you remind yourself that the children who are twisted by war were once lovely three-yearolds who smiled and charmed with their innocence.

I think back to the season of war and remember how we fled deep into the jungle, far from any people. That was how we managed to survive, by hiding, by turning our backs on the rest of humanity.

Those parents who sent their children into the jungle to protect them from the bloodshed—they would have envied the peace that Luke and others like him took for granted. Most of all, they would have envied the fact that these lucky children did not know the true devastation of war. That they only played at violence. //

Pacifique Irankunda, who moved to the United States from Burundi, graduated from Deerfield and from Williams College, where he doublemajored in political science and psychology.

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Happiness Is…

by Reed Horton ’14

Show Your Work The Class: “Short Shorts: Current Writings,” a senior writing elective.

The Assignment: Write a story in second person—YOU. Narrow the focus to one place and one occasion; let the "you" be someone other than yourself; pick an incident that lets you, the writer, look deeply at you, the protagonist.

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The music blares through your speakers and the wind whips through your hair. You've been driving all day, but haven't tired of looking out at the flat plains; you can see so far and wide, you don't feel isolated like you do walking around in the city. Slowly, the mountains in the distance get bigger and bigger as you come closer and closer. The mountains where you grew up, tucked away from everything, look exactly same as when you last saw them twenty years ago.

Then, packing your stuff into a small, beat-up Volkswagen Beetle, which was bought for you after the whole family spent weeks fundraising, you set off for the world of suits and businessmen. In New York, you learned how to invest money and talk like a lawyer. You finally started a family, although perhaps not a functional one, and bought a house.

But all these things just brought more and more worries.

Instead of enjoying the beauty of your kids, you simply worry about how they're doing in school and whether they're popular. At work, although promotions seemed like something that would make you happy, instead, they tend to bring more responsibilities, and more worry with them. The city is indeed a concrete jungle, closing in from every side.

Now, as the mountains begin to take up more and more of the horizon, those thoughts begin to melt away. Worries like what high school your daughter will get into, or how your son's baseball team is doing seem to be picked up by the wind and carried into the desert. Among the tall Joshua trees and the small tumbleweeds, they sit, ignored and overlooked, until someone driving back through the desert and away from the serenity of it all picks them up and takes them off to their stressful life. The long, straight road takes little effort to navigate, and your thoughts wander; they wander into crevices in your brain that haven't been visited for a long while…

How do your parents live like this? Without Internet or phone, you only talk once or twice a year, and only for a brief amount of time. You talk about your wife and kids, seeking advice, trying to remember what they did when you were a kid. They talk about how it rained yesterday, and the wildlife they saw today; much like what preoccupied you as a child.

Playing in the dirt and the mud, things like how the NASDAQ was crashing, or that the White House's foreign trade policy was decreasing trade with China never crossed your mind.

Instead, you occupied yourself with what the birds were saying, and what the trees whispered. Life was slower. Your parents spent the day farming or cooking and never worried about where to send you to high school or whether you were making friends. You took on those concerns when you decided to move out East for college and graduate school.

Your parents simply went along with everything, saying: "We want you to do whatever you want to do."

Maybe your parents knew what they were doing out here after all. Maybe, isolated from the rest of the world, they were free to enjoy whatever they chose to without thoughts of the future keeping them from the present. Life in the city is busy and hectic, full of hustle and short conversations.

Now, out here, on a winding road that snakes between mountains, as your cell phone loses bar after bar of service, you realize that over the past twenty years of living in the city, you've forgotten how to live. So caught up in the future, you've failed to notice the here and now. Now, isolated in your car, fading radio signal, and mountains looming up on each side, you have nothing to pay attention to other than your surroundings.

As you pull into the driveway of their house, your parents sit on the porch, rocking back and forth. The house looks the same as it did twenty years ago. You see the tree out front that you fell from on your tenth birthday and broke your wrist. From behind the house, you can hear the creek that you cooled off in on hot summer days. In your parent's hands, a drink; they look out at the sun as it begins to fall behind Mount Vivacidad. "Oh my," your mother says, momentarily looking away from the sun, "If you had only made it here a few minutes earlier! An eagle flew just above the peak and was silhouetted by the sun—it was magnificent!"

Getting out of your car, you smile and laugh. It has been twenty years since you last saw each other, and there are no questions about how life is, just a comment about what's going on.

Reed Horton is currently taking a gap year before he matriculates at Dartmouth next fall. After spending the summer working as a deckhand in Cape Cod, he is now hoping to spend time traveling and further exploring his interest in engineering.

Brent M. Hale

L ET ' S TA L K A B O U T LU N C H

S I T D OW N AT TA B L E 47 If you had to eat the same thing at sit-down lunch for a month, what would it be? Why? "I would eat berry crisp for

" I would definitely eat buffalo chicken for a month, because buff chick is buff chick."—Nigel Andrews ’16

the whole year because it is hands down my favorite dessert on this planet!"

You smile every time

" It would be corn chowder and banana bread, just because they are so good." —Phoebe Morss ’15

the Dining Hall serves...

"Mac and cheese!

It reminds me of my childhood . . ."

—Ally Edwards ’17

What’s the funniest thing that happened at Table 47 recently?

"Charlie does not eat apples, but he eats apple crisp. The other day when he got up to do something, we put a small piece of apple in the crisp part to see if he would eat it . . . Nope! He realized it was there and didn't eat it. It was pretty funny!"

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Lessons in Modern Philanthropy

Deerfield Academy Archives

By: JULIA ELLIOTT | Graphs: TYLER LITTWIN ’98 / Blake Ink

When Rob Hale was a student at Deerfield, he ran for senior class president. He lost.

“I had to sit and wait in line for the pay phone to call my parents and tell them . . . For a while, you think everyone’s saying, ‘Man, there’s that kid who lost the presidency.’ And it stinks; it hurts. But within a couple of weeks, you move on.”

Flash forward to the spring of 2002. Mr. Hale’s company, Network Plus, had just filed for bankruptcy. The loss was devastating, but rather than declare defeat, he immediately started Granite Telecommunications. Twelve years out, the Massachusetts-based company consolidates and manages telephone services for some of the country’s biggest businesses, and is on track to declare annual revenue of $1 billion.

Mr. Hale credits Deerfield for his resilience —he graduated in 1984—and for taking a “happy -go-lucky kid from Northampton (MA)” and instilling him with a deep sense of confidence.

“Deerfield gives you an environment where you can take chances,” says Mr. Hale. “Whether it’s intellectually, socially, politically, athletically— there’s a host of ways you can challenge yourself.

And sometimes you succeed, and sometimes you fail, and I think both are important lessons.”

He is also quick to point out that what truly shaped him at Deerfield were the people behind those opportunities and lessons, and the powerful relationships he developed with faculty and friends; those relationships are one of the reasons he and his wife Karen have been happy to support the school both financially and with their time.

The Hales are not alone—willingness to support Deerfield is a commonly held sentiment, one that may explain why 2013-14 was another remarkable fundraising year: Altogether, $34 million was raised toward Imagine Deerfield ’s goal of $200 million.

One particularly visible achievement of the past year is the completion of the Hess Center for the Arts, which opened this fall. A $33 million project, the center is one of many community spaces that have been renovated as a result of Imagine Deerfield. “We’ve built another world-class building, which is wonderful,” says Mr. Hale, “And now we are ensuring that the students in that building are equally world-class.”

When it comes to ensuring that Deerfield is able to attract and keep the best students, regardless of their means, no one has done more than Mr. and Mrs. Hale. Out of a deep commitment to diversity and a desire to afford more students a chance at a Deerfield education— and that sense of confidence he gained—the Hales have made an astounding $25 million gift earmarked for financial aid. Eventually, their fund will support approximately ten percent of Deerfield’s financial aid recipients.

“Rob has elevated financial aid and its endowment to another level,” says John Knight, who departed in July as the Academy’s Director of Alumni Relations and Annual Giving. Knight, Class of ’83 and himself a recipient of financial aid, cites Mr. Hale’s willingness to serve as a model for other donors as an example of his leadership. “I think he’d like for other people to say, ‘financial aid really is that important.’”

Out of a deep commitment to diversity and a desire to afford more students a chance at a Deerfield education . . . the Hales have made an astounding

$25 million gift to support financial aid.

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Mr. Hale has also given freely of his time— most recently as this past year’s National Chair for Imagine Deerfield. He very much saw himself as an ambassador for Deerfield, traveling the country to meet donors and supporters: “Deerfield has an energetic, enthusiastic group of parents, alumni, and students. It’s delightful to meet with them and chat about their lives, and our school, and tell them thank you. I was privileged to have that role this past year.”

Every Gift Counts Leadership gifts like the Hales’ are a cornerstone of Imagine Deerfield, but Betsey Dickson ’94, Director of the Annual Fund, is emphatic when she points out that the Alumni and Development Office is grateful for the smaller gifts, too: “Thousands of gifts that are $250 and less, that really adds up to a lot. It’s about everyone participating at whatever level they can; they’re part of the success of Imagine Deerfield.”

“ To say, ‘I believe in what the school is doing and what the school provided me with, so I’ll chip in, even if it’s just ten bucks as a show of support,’ that’s important. It’s important to students, it’s important to faculty, and it’s important to Deerfield’s legacy.”­—Dan Garrison ’94

Annual Giving National Chair Dan Garrison ’94 also stresses the importance of participation and strong alumni support.

“Whether it’s a $10 gift, or a $100 gift, or a $10,000 gift,” Mr. Garrison says, “it all counts the same when you’re looking at what percentage of the alumni body sees fit to support this institution every year. To say, ‘I believe in what the school is doing and what the school provided me with, so I’ll chip in, even if it’s just ten bucks as a show of support,’ that’s important.

It’s important to students, it’s important to faculty, and it’s important to Deerfield’s legacy.”

CJ Menard: A New Dean Joins the Team

When CJ Menard toured the Deerfield campus with Dr. Curtis, he noticed something: “Almost every student that we passed,” he recalls, “she not only greeted by name, but in so many cases asked them some specific question: ‘How did you do on your test?’ or, ‘I heard you sing last week—you were wonderful.’” He recognized right away that Deerfield is a special place, distinguished by a “deep commitment among everybody on the faculty and staff to the institution and to the students.”

This past July, Mr. Menard joined in that commitment to Deerfield as Dean of Advancement. At the end of the fall 2014 term, when Associate Head of School for Alumni Affairs and Development David Pond hands over his duties to focus on closing out Imagine Deerfield, Mr. Menard will assume oversight of all development and alumni relations activity for the Academy.

Mr. Menard brings to Deerfield decades of fundraising experience at prestigious institutions of higher education. His resume includes Trinity College, Colgate University, Harvard Law School, Northwestern Law School, and Boston University. “I see this as a wonderful next, and hopefully culminating, step,” he says. “Deerfield’s reputation and the generosity of its alumni and parents makes this a pretty remarkable job in my field.”

Mr. Menard’s first priority is to become as well acquainted with the Academy—its students, faculty, staff, alumni, and parents—and its goals for the coming years as quickly as possible. He knows that one of the most effective ways to understand Deerfield is through the school’s loyal alumni and parents, and foresees as much travel to as many cities as his schedule will permit. Already in the works is a five-city tour of Asia with Pam Safford, Dean of Admission and Financial Aid. “Deerfield is truly an international school with an increasingly global focus that is so important in preparing our students for the world in which they will live and work; support from alumni and friends around the globe plays an important role and sends an important message,” says Mr. Menard, and he knows from experience.

At Boston University, he held the post of vice president for Global Leadership Development, focusing on international fundraising as part of a billion dollar campaign. He worked in South Africa for seven years, and is part of an informal group of international development officers from schools including Harvard, Stanford, Princeton, Exeter, Andover, and now, Deerfield.

Even so, Mr. Menard knows he has a lot to live up to when David Pond retires. Recognizing Mr. Pond’s many years of service to the Academy, capped by Imagine Deerfield, Mr. Menard says he is confident that the transition will be a smooth one: “David has been incredibly welcoming, and has adopted the role of Deerfield mentor. It’s an incredible luxury and benefit that we have an overlap this year. It gives me the opportunity to both spend time getting to know the institution from within, and get out on the road to meet as many people as I possibly can.”

When not traveling or hard at work in Ephraim Williams, Mr. Menard, a longtime Massachusetts resident, looks forward to being in Deerfield and indulging his love of the outdoors.

He enjoys hiking and horseback riding, and long walks with his Scottie, Logan. Above all, Mr. Menard is excited to join Dr. Curtis and Deerfield’s faculty and staff in their commitment to the school and its students: “I am deeply honored, excited, and delighted to be here at Deerfield, and I hope that this will be a long and successful collaboration between this amazing place and me.” //

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These small gifts add up to big opportunities for the “people piece” of Imagine Deerfield: faculty. “It’s not just about salaries, which are important,” says Associate Head of School for Alumni Affairs and Development David Pond, “but about opportunities for faculty development—ways in which we can provide our faculty with a living and learning environment that allows them to be as great as they can possibly be.”

“Bringing on more faculty,” adds Bill Barry ’77, Director of Parent Giving, “so that departments could have more time to plan, to visit each other’s classes, to create new courses that are getting our students focused on critical thinking, collaboration, and communication skills . . . That gets really exciting for people— the fact that they can see how much the student experience is growing from an academic standpoint.”

From Mr. Barry’s perspective, parents have indeed seen that Imagine Deerfield is creating amazing academic, athletic, artistic, and leadership-building opportunities for their children, and they have responded generously. This past year, parent giving to the annual fund was a record-breaking $2.4 million. “It was huge!” says Barry. He credits all of the parent volunteers for the fundraising success of 2013-14, but especially recognizes Kathy and David Ilsley ’76 P’16,’17, and Karen and John Wood P’10,’13,’17, for the terrific example they set as heads of the Parent Annual Giving Committee.

Mr. Barry also singles out Margaret and Andy Paul P’14, and Sheri and Robert Fleishman P’07,’11,’14, co-chairs of the Senior Parent Giving Committee, as “terrific ambassadors, cheerleaders, and leaders by example.” Under their direction, parents of the graduating seniors gave $2.1 million to an endowment that will grant the Student Activities Committee a budget of close to $120,000 per year. These funds will support cultural events on campus, as well as access to off-campus events.

“We have our parents for a very short period of time,” notes Mr. Barry, “so we ask them to make Deerfield a priority for their philanthropy while their children are here, at whatever level they can. And we’re fortunate that many parents have done that. We’re incredibly grateful.”

“Collaboration is paramount when it comes to Imagine Deerfield’s successful year . . . Alumni giving rose to $3.3 million, the total dollar amount received from 3568 gifts of various sizes. Ultimately, thanks to alumni, parents, and friends of the Academy, a record-breaking $6.8 million was raised for the Green and White—a million dollars more than in 2012-13.”

Collaboration is paramount when it comes to Imagine Deerfield’s successful year, though.

“It’s a collective effort,” Mr. Barry points out, and one that includes Deerfield’s alumni—big time. Alumni giving rose to $3.3 million, the total dollar amount received from 3568 gifts of various sizes. Ultimately, thanks to alumni, parents, and friends of the Academy, a record-breaking $6.8 million was raised for the Green and White—a million dollars more than in 2012-13.

Reasons to Give As president of the Executive Committee of the Alumni Association, Sara (diBonaventura) Ofosu-Amaah ’01 is well aware that tremendous relationships with faculty members are a hallmark of every Deerfield student’s experience, and she celebrates the school’s commitment to faculty development: “Given all the demands and pressures on what it means to be an excellent teacher, coach, dorm parent, and advisor, we need to make sure we’re creating systems and lifestyles that are sustainable and will bring the best talent to Deerfield.”

And when discussing his motivation to give back to Deerfield as National Chair for Annual Giving, Dan Garrison recalls the formative relationships he had with faculty members.

He singles out Orlando Pandolfi for cultivating in him a deep love of arts and music, Bob Hammond for “carrying [him] on his back” through calculus, and Suzanne Hannay for forging his connection with American literature. “These were people who not only educated me in the subject matter of my courses, but who were character educators as well,”

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he says. “(They taught) how to be as you think about going out into the world. It’s not that I am where I am, it’s that I am who I am in large part because of formative experiences that I had at Deerfield.” Mr. Garrison reaches back even further to recognize Bob Merriam, Robert Crow, and Helen Childs Boyden—teachers who had a deep impact on his father, Richard (Bink) Garrison, Class of ’66.

Ultimately, however, Mr. Garrison says he is motivated less by his own or his father’s experiences than by the teaching happening on campus today: “You can see that the kids are having the same kind of mind-expanding and soul-enriching educational experiences at the hands of these incredibly gifted and dedicated people as I did 20 years ago,” he says. This continued legacy of excellent faculty at Deerfield is why, Mr. Garrison says, “I don’t have to think twice when it comes to showing my support for Deerfield, both by my own contribution, but also by asking and encouraging others to contribute as well.”

“I think alumni loyalty and fondness for the institution is absolutely a key reason for ongoing success,” says Timm Zolkos, Director of Capital Giving and Imagine Deerfield Campaign Director.

Ms. Ofosu-Amaah agrees, and sees her work with the Executive Committee as an “amazing opportunity” to reconnect all alumni with Deerfield, but she does have one group to single out: “I want to really thank young alumni who, at a time when they are still building their lives and careers, have prioritized Deerfield for philanthropic giving and continued support.

I encourage those who haven’t yet to reach out and engage with the campaign to do so; it’s something that’s pretty incredible to be a part of.”

Katherine McKay, Director of Gift Planning, is also grateful to young alumni, noting that previously, recent grads put off estate planning.

Now, she says, “we’re getting tremendous response from students in younger classes.

They say, ‘Deerfield made this commitment to me and gave me this education, and now I can make this commitment to Deerfield.’”

Overall giving to the Boyden Society, established to recognize those individuals who provide for Deerfield through deferred gifts, has been notable recently: Twenty-five new members joined last year, raising over $5 million and bringing the total planned giving dollars raised for Imagine Deerfield to nearly $18 million.

When David Pond looks at the extraordinary $184 million in gifts to Imagine Deerfield over the past five years, one number stands out, and that is the roughly $100 million earmarked for the endowment. Because, Mr. Pond notes, “really our campaign is about financial sustainability, and making sure that whatever we build into our budget, we can sustain over the long haul.”

“The students who are here are here because decades and decades of alumni have been generous to Deerfield,” Ms. McKay says.

“When people make an estate gift, it means that they continue to give to Deerfield beyond their lifetime, and that’s meaningful.”

When David Pond looks at the extraordinary $184 million in gifts to Imagine Deerfield over the past five years, one number stands out, and that is the roughly $100 million earmarked for the endowment. Because, Mr. Pond notes, “really our campaign is about financial sustainability, and making sure that whatever we build into our budget, we can sustain over the long haul.”

Rob Hale agrees with the fundamental importance of a robust endowment: “Sustainability is the way I would think about it. When you can admit the best kids and not worry about the funding; when we endow faculty development, and we can focus on making the teachers better, not worry about, ‘where is the money going to come from?’—that financial sustainability is a liberating and powerful force for us.”

This fall marks the beginning of the final year for Imagine Deerfield. In fact, the campaign has been such a success that it is wrapping up a year earlier than planned—a great achievement that David Pond attributes in no small part to the amazing work of his alumni and development staff.

Timm Zolkos says he is optimistic about meeting the $200 million campaign goal in the coming year: “I say that because of the good will that’s out there, whether it’s the volunteers, the leadership, or the alumni and parent support—they all want to see Deerfield succeed, and I’m confident that it will happen.”

And if the average of $33 million raised per year holds steady, Imagine Deerfield is on track to exceed expectations. In anticipation, the Academy is beginning to look beyond the needs identified under the campaign and dream big.

“When we did our strategic plan five or six years ago,” explains David Pond, “we had $330 million in needs. We decided at that point that we could raise money to support about $200 million of that. We still have well over $100 million of unmet needs. It’s really about how many more needs can be underwritten and supported than we thought five or six years ago.”

As the Academy looks forward to the possibility of funding even greater opportunities as a result of Imagine Deerfield, Mr. Pond continues to keep the focus simple: “The driving force of the campaign is how to support the people of the school. That’s what the emphasis will be in the next year. Really, it’s about finishing up strong.” //

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“The older you get, the less you have to live on. Still, it’s a great life. Just keep busy, laugh, love, and keep breathing. A partner is helpful, too!”—Howard Smith ’36 1949 “I greatly regret we couldn’t attend Reunions. Orthopaedic problems resulting from a bad fall five years ago have left me unable to stand comfortably or walk any significant distance; Reunion activities would have been impossible. Though basically homebound now, fortunately my wife Fay and I were able to do a lot of traveling before, including a dozen trips to Europe over the years, and multiple trips to California and other parts of the West. We are blessed with five wonderful grown children and seven grandchildren from our first marriages. All in all, then, life has treated us very well. I think of Deerfield often and fondly.

All the best to all my classmates.”—John Gray

43 Leonard Rich ’43 Sent a picture of his great-grandkids, who live in Las Vegas. Three more live in New London, CT. Joe Caldwell ’47 Celebrated 85th birthday by opening new art gallery in Hudson, NY, with wife, Marcy, and son, Jay ’81.

Dick Boyden ’52 Celebrated 80th birthday with a six-day stay at The Reefs in Bermuda.

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1951 “My wife and I visited George Dill in April. We both spent our senior years housed at the far (southern) end of E-1, the first floor of the East Wing of the ‘New Dorm.’ (In time renamed Plunkett?) When that building was demolished, George acquired its entry door. Frame, trim, glass, and door were all shipped to his home in Texas. That door seems to have handled the years better than we...”—TC Reed

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Whitey Wilson ’52 “Downsized” and moved into a retirement community; Whitey says: “Does anyone have a used walker I can buy?

I don’t need it yet, just want to be prepared.”

Charles Cummings ’53 Supporting Conservation International with his poetry: thenaturalworld.info Paul Hannah ’54 Teaching at Norwalk (CT) Community College.

Asko Puumalainan ’54 Planning a visit to Deerfield to celebrate his 80th birthday.

Dick Balch ’54 Closed his retail business in Fredericksburg, VA, on January 31, 2014.

“The truths and lessons we learned at Deerfield are becoming important and valued once again. With great sense of pride I read the excellent profile by Julia Elliott in the Spring 2014 Deerfield Magazine about our classmate Philip Greer. What I like about this article is Julia’s subtle ‘capturing’ of Phil’s leadership and his wisdom. Phil Greer is a very modest man. His accomplishments are varied and many. He wears his success lightly and with great modesty. Phil is, in my opinion, a true example of the values that have been and are such a critical part of Deerfield’s ‘DNA.’ Let’s all give Phil a big thank you for his leadership of the Academy as he steps down from his presidential role. He lives, by example, those two behaviors we all remember hearing from the Boydens: ‘Finish up strong’ and ‘There is no substitute for excellence.’ Hats off and three cheers for our classmate!”—Bob Mobley “I’ve turned into a whirling dervish a friend told me. I can’t seem to smell the roses or watch the sun set. I’m too busy working on my sequel to Love And Treachery In Palm Beach, aptly titled More Love And Treachery In Palm Beach (available on Amazon and select book stores). When not doing that, I’m trying to get my play, Palm Beach Odyssey produced. I’ve also rekindled my acting career and am appearing in A.R. Gurney’s play, Love Letters, in Florida (Fort Lauderdale, Sarasota, The Villages, and Tallahassee) and Saranac Lake, NY.”—Bernie Moran Tom Penchoen ’52 gave a tour of his garden near Hood River, OR, to Else Allen, wife of classmate JR Allen / Classmates Tom Penchoen (left) and JR Allen / “Fun to make a new Deerfield acquaintance during my time in Florida.

Doug Cruikshank ’83 and I are 30 years apart but we both had many fond memories of our time as residents of Ashley House.”—Dick Towne ’53

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1954 “Fifty-one years ago, I left New York City on a cargo ship bound for Santos. Deerfield ’54, Yale ’58, and a short stint in the Army preceded my decision to accept a job offer in Brazil. It was the beginning of an international learning experience that continues to this day. Ten years ago I won the award given to that individual who travelled the longest distance to attend our 50th Reunion. On that occasion my wife Irene and I were deeply impressed by what we saw. I was particularly pleased to conclude that Dr. Boyden’s mission of character building is still a driving force at the Academy. As news editor of the Scroll in 1954, I wrote several articles on Deerfield’s history—the massacre, the life and values of those early residents. Returning 50 years later, I marveled at the beauty of the Deerfield valley and especially at the small town itself, with its sense of common purpose. When I visit other parts of the United States, I sometimes feel like a stranger in my own country (a lot has changed in 51 years ) but, at Deerfield, I felt at home.”—John Murray

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“Verena and I continue to live in Ebenhausen, just south of Munich.

About ten years ago I retired, but still do executive search work as well as counsel students who want to do graduate study in the United States.

We stay active—hiking in the summer in mountains near Munich and cross-country skiing in Scandinavia in the winter.”—Dick Montague ’52

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“Remember you have a loyal Deerfield alumnus in São Paulo…”

— John DeMarmon Murray ’54

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“At 76, I am proud of being able to remove a clutch plate from my diesel engine on my 42-foot Pearson Ketch after mechanics had removed my transmission for me to take to a transmission rebuilder. I was able to remove it and put a new one back on the flywheel. In my house I was able to put cottage molding on the sides of my staircase and install a tile backsplash (designed by my son Jason) in my kitchen after having granite counters installed. I prepared to teach history in college and graduate school at Harvard, and during 26 of my 32 years I taught about areas of the world not studied in college. I wanted to be a teacher from my second year in college, and can say that I have the satisfaction that my students are doing well. I enjoy debating some of my more conservative and/or Libertarian former students on Facebook.

I received no training in raising children or in fixing or remodeling houses, but I have had a great pleasure in doing things other than using my intellect. The training I received at Deerfield from the Boydens and their staff reinforced my previous upbringing. I try to be an ethical person, who cares and acts on that concern for others less fortunate. Being part of the Deerfield family has always kept me centered.”—Guy Kaldis “We had a wonderful weekend at Deerfield to celebrate our 60th Reunion. Thirty-one members of the class participated for at least some part of the weekend. Zeke Knight set up outstanding programs that allowed us to learn about teaching and activities at Deerfield.

We had the opportunity to make David Pond the second honorary member of the Class of 1954. The other honorary member, Eric Widmer ’57, his wife Meera Viswanathan, and Head of School Margarita Curtis participated in a program moderated by Linus Travers on the changing face of education. Eric also told the Tom Ashley story at the Saturday night reception. News from classmates who could not attend included: Henry Hyde is working with a company, Circulatory Intelligence, that is developing a new way to diagnose and treat heart failure. The project is based on work done by a cardiologist with NASA in the late 1950s when they were trying to determine the effects on the human cardiovascular system of leaving and reentering our atmosphere. Peter Bolles is living in Las Vegas and is still employed as an Environmental Program Manager. He reviews fuel system sites, spills, and regulatory violations that require environmental cleanup. They are about to go national with the environmental program that they have developed for the State of California.”

—Sam Chase

1955 “Andy Harcourt, a 35-year member of the faculty and our Renaissance Scientist, joined Head of School Margarita Curtis at a Deerfield event in San Diego on March 3, 2014. Good news was reported by Margarita that the endowment’s market value has grown substantially along with the Academy’s total assets over the past year, and a triad of teachers spearheaded by Andy have created a course titled ‘Global H2O/American Currents’ to synthesize academic disciplines in a collaborative effort to effect more resourceful ‘critical thinking’ skills and ‘environmental stewardship.’ As usual, camaraderie and nostalgic Deerfield memories abounded at the Island Prime C Level Restaurant in ‘America’s Finest City.’ Also, please recall that if you would like to

Rob Rodormer ’54 Couldn’t attend Reunions due to recovering from appendicitis.

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Peter Esty ’55 Traveling via camper van with Happy until November; details on their adventures at interlude76.blogspot.com Mac MacLaren ’55 Celebrated 51 years of marriage to Linda in June, 2014. They are now residents of Sarasota, FL. Tim Day ’55 Honored with a plaque dedication service at Mt. Soledad Veterans Memorial on May 3, 2014.

contact a classmate or two for old times sake, contact Alumni Records ( 413-774-1474 ) for an updated phone number or email address. Many thanks to our classmates who have submitted notes and photos for our ongoing 1955 column. Our Grand 60th Reunion is coming up in just a few months (June 4-7, 2015). Let’s all plan ahead now to revisit a truly memorable chapter in our lives.”—Tom L’Esperance “My visit to Deerfield in April was to participate in honoring my brother Phil ’53 as he retired as president of the school’s Board.

I also witnessed the defeat of Andover by the boys lacrosse team.

All in all, a highly satisfying day. It was wonderful seeing Mimi and Jay Morsman, who also attended the dinner.”—Lou Greer “Here is what we have been up to lately: I think I already said that two years ago we moved from Stanford, CA, to Cold Spring, NY. This has allowed us to have some more interaction with Deerfield and I spent a day talking with folks about the math/science program. It will be no surprise that I have views about what should be taught in this modern age, and how it should be taught making use of new technologies.

I was only mildly surprised to find that everything cannot be done at once. And, constraints such as SATs and expectations of the universities, Stanford not excepted, place constraints on what should be done. Still, I hope I helped to nudge things along a bit. And, in any case, the students that I met seemed to be learning well and enjoying it. So, our new phase two: We have started our transition back to London. We will be back and forth for a while, but then will likely settle down in London and reduce our flying time. I am still associated with Stanford and continue to try to figure out scientific questions that seem interesting but not at present well understood. Ilse continues with her painting as usual, despite the moves and travel.”

—Michael Godfrey

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Brady Coleman ’55 Appeared in PBS’ “American Experience” and “Two-Step” at SXSW. This fall, look for him in a Terrence Malik film.

Jim Perilman ’56 Celebrated his 75th birthday by becoming a vegan activist.

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Peter Ness ’56 Enjoyed a family reunion at a ranch in Colorado in June.

Merrill Magowan ’56 Is chairman of two non-profits: the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito, CA, and the National Tropical Botanical Garden on Kauai, HI.

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David Elliott ’56 Retired as a professor of political science at Pomona College last year; he and his wife, Mai, celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in France and Italy this past spring.

H Russell Preston ’56 Moved to Seabrook, SC, with his wife, effective January 1, 2014.

Hans Wurster ’56 Continues to “row around the world” with his wife MJ. Dennis Turko ’56 Is still working, and not letting “medical adventures” slow him down.

Bill Couser ’57 Visited Joshua Tree National Park this past winter with his wife Adrienne.

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1956 “Following a long, especially cold winter, the warmer climes of summer were welcome. It is a living treasure to have three of four children, and ten of eleven grandchildren all within a 30-minute drive.

There are more sporting events to see and attend than when I was a student at the Academy! My bride of 53 years is now inflicted with Alzheimer’s, for some seven years. Day trips allow us to ‘look unto the hills . . .’”—Tew DuBois “My first experience of competitive swimming was at Deerfield in 1952 under Latin teacher and Coach Jack Pidgeon, later to become headmaster of the Kiski School for a period of years exceeding Mr. Boyden’s iconic Deerfield tenure. I swam on the Harvard varsity for four years, 1956-1960, under coaches Hal Ulen and Bill Brooks. After a 37-year absence from swim racing, Bob Gibbon, captain of our 1956 Deerfield team visited with me ‘out of the blue’ in Northern California. He told me about the existence of Masters swimming. Bingo! I was back in the pool working out. After two years competing ‘unattached,’ I joined Walnut Creek Masters coached by Kerry O’Brien. I celebrated my 70th birthday, significantly an age up year (70-74) by becoming a vegetarian and finishing first in two races at Masters nationals. I celebrated my 75th birthday, again an age up year (75-79), by becoming a vegan activist and national champion in the 50 breaststroke. A plant-based diet is far healthier for human beings—reversing the onset of heart disease, cancer, diabetes, arthritis, etc. Be happy, go vegan, live fully, and swim for life!”—Jim Perilman ’56

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Colin Diver ’61 and his wife Joan left the Boston area 25 years ago, but when they were considering where to retire in 2012, they chose Boston’s Back Bay. Both had grown up in or near the city. After graduating from Deerfield and earning a degree in economics from Amherst College, Mr. Diver attended Harvard Law School. He then worked for Boston Mayor Kevin White and for the Massachusetts state government in the late 1960s and 1970s, before spending 14 years as a law professor at Boston University. Boston is a part of his story.

The Divers are also part of Boston’s story, quite literally. Theirs is one of three families featured in the 1985 Pulitzer Prize-winning book Common Ground by New York Times journalist J. Anthony Lukas. The book describes the ill-fated efforts to bus students to different neighborhoods to desegregate the public schools in Boston in the 1970s. It tells the story largely through the eyes of the Divers, a white, liberal, middle-class family raising their two sons in the South End; the Twymons, an African-American family in the South End; and the McGoffs of Charlestown, an Irish-American family.

“We chose the South End precisely because it was racially and socioeconomically diverse,” Mr. Diver recalls. Calling himself a “good liberal in favor of racial balance,” Mr. Diver watched as his sons’ local elementary school, The Bancroft School, declined.

Bancroft was an educationally progressive school, with an open classroom program,

and its success depended in part on parental involvement. With the implementation of busing, “all that was thrown out the window,” Mr. Diver says. Their older son’s academic performance suffered. After six years, the Divers moved to the nearby suburb of Newton, beyond the reach of Boston’s busing policy.

Mr. Diver acknowledges feeling “guilty and conflicted about leaving Boston.” It was at that point that Mr. Lukas approached them. “At the end of the day, I felt that we had a story to tell,” says Mr. Diver. “People weren’t hearing about the people who were affected by these policies.” Working with Mr. Lukas was “an almost altogether positive experience,” Mr. Diver says. “He was a hardworking, empathetic journalist.” For his part, in an author’s note at the beginning of Common Ground, Mr. Lukas writes that he was drawn to the three families “by a special intensity, an engagement with life, which made them stand out from their social context.”

In 1989, the Divers moved to Philadelphia, when Mr. Diver became dean of the law school at the University of Pennsylvania. After 13 years, they moved to Portland, where he was named president of Reed College. “That was a fabulous experience,” Mr. Diver says.

“I felt privileged to work at an institution dedicated to liberal arts ideals.” But after ten years in that role, it was time to move on, and for the Divers that meant back to Boston, a decision “driven by the fact that this feels like home.” As Mr. Diver notes, “you can take the boy out of New England, but you can’t take New England out of the boy!”//

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GIL GROSVENOR When Julia Elliott visited Gilbert M.“Gil” Grosvenor ’49 at National Geographic Society headquarters in Washington, DC, their conversation ranged from Mr. Grosvenor’s days in the Pocumtuck Valley (see Deerfield Magazine—spring ’14) to his adventures as the fifth generation of his family to head up “Nat Geo.” This is what he had to say . . .

ABOUT THE PHOTO: From the January, 1963 article “Copenhagen, Wedded to the Sea,” by Stuart E. Jones, photographed by Gil Grosvenor. / GG: This photo was taken at Tivoli; to this day, Tivoli is a very special place in Denmark.

One day there will be a Mozart concert, the next day a circus—it’s not a honky-tonk type of show, but really a first-class amusement park.

It’s a cultural part of the city of Copenhagen. I chose to shoot this photograph because I thought it epitomized that spirit of Copenhagen . . .”

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DM: That’s so smart.

What did you learn from that?

GG: People. Yeah, what I learned was people.

Later I could call up somebody—anywhere— be it cartographic or accounting—and get the straight scoop without fear of being bamboozled. Because of my name I realized that I had to do everything; I had to strive to do everything better than anybody else. Because we had so many really talented people, I never succeed at that, but I tried. I didn’t mind being accused of being ignorant, but I didn’t want to be accused of being privileged. To this day, people I have worked with for sixty years are my best friends. And I think I picked that up at Deerfield, a lot of it, anyway. I don’t think you’re born with that attitude—I think you have to learn it.

DM: At what point did you start working in the Geographic’s business department?

GG: (After serving in the Army) I came back to the Geographic in 1956, and there was a man named Thomas McKnew who was executive vice president—he ran the business part. He convinced my father, who was president/ editor, that I should spend two years sitting outside his office. Everything he did, I’d do, sort of like Tony Stewart. Man, did I learn a lot . . . Every time he had a conference, every time he had an appointment, he’d call me into the office. Otherwise, I sat outside his office for two years . . . That’s not true. I also went off to a place called Eckington, which was where our fulfillment operation was. How we dealt with members, addressing machines—all that kind of stuff. I spent two months there.

He would come into my office and pound his fists on things, and say, ‘Dammit! Don’t use those Yale words. Our readers don’t know what that means.’

DM: Was this something you wanted to do? Were you excited to be moving away from the day-to-day operations to see more of the big picture?

GG: Would you rather work in a printing plant or take pictures in Italy? No, I went kicking and screaming. After about the first year, I got into it. I learned then about the four P’s of publishing: printing, paper, postage, and payroll. The bottom line is that I’m thankful I did it. Like Deerfield introduced me to academics, McKnew introduced me to the business side of magazines.

DM: So you spent two years in the business department and then what happened?

GG: Came back as a picture editor. That’s not true; I was rewarded by going out into the field to do a story first. Then I came back and became a full-time picture and illustrations editor. Later I moved over to the editorial side, became an issue editor; I would say I went editorial in ’61 or ’62.

DM: Did you travel a lot?

GG: I would get out on one or two stories a year. In 1959, I guess it was, I went to Yugoslavia, where I met the most impressive person I ever interviewed in my entire career: Marshall Joseph Tito.

Being a young journalist, I was a smart ass, in the sense that maybe... maybe I shaved the onion a little too close to get something I needed. For example, I had to interview Tito for a story or it wasn’t going to be a story.

Yugoslavs, they were communists; it was easier for them to say ‘no’ than ‘yes,’ and I wanted to do two things: fly the coast because it was so beautiful, and interview Tito. So there was an admiral who controlled whether you could fly—they had little cub planes— lord, they were rickety; you could charter one. But he wouldn’t give me permission to fly, so I was really ticked off. Instead, I got to see Tito. Some wonderful quotes came out of that. I asked him, “Well, Marshall Tito, if this is such a great country, why are all the kids leaving?” And he leaned over and said, “Kids are the same the world over, they think fried chicken falls from the sky.”

The other thing that happened . . . I kept my cameras in a Halliburton case to protect them—my long lenses, my tripods, everything. When you go to interview Tito, first of all, they take you out to a little island called Brioni—his retreat. But his real retreat was a very tiny island called Vaga, and if you got an interview with Tito, he’d probably let you come to Vaga. Well, first of all, he wasn’t available when he said he was going to be, so they put me in a horse and carriage and took me around Brioni for a tour; they insisted I leave my cameras with them while we went on this horse and carriage trip. So I kept my case locked, so they couldn’t get into it. Came back, and they were very nervous about that case. Well, I picked it up, and they took me out to Vaga. So I’m walking down this path— it’s very twisty with deep foliage all around it, and I haven’t the faintest idea where I am.

Suddenly I emerge on a patio. I can remember it now—a round slate patio—and Tito comes out from the other side, which just looked like bushes to me. There were chairs, and we sat down and started to talk. I knew that Tito

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DM: When you started off at National Geographic, you were a photo editor?

GG: Oh lord, when I started off, I started in illustrations—that is, as a photo editor and a photographer. Then went to an assistant editor.

Then I went into editing. But perhaps . . . perhaps the most important two years I spent here—the first two years—I was in a unique training program in the business department.

I spent two or three months in every single division, even the cafeteria.

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was a big camera buff—he loved all the latest stuff. I thought showing him my gear was a good way to get to know him. So I’m talking and my friend’s interpreting for me . . .I’m talking and I’m looking at him, and I’m thinking I have to really break the ice here: I’ll show him my latest cameras. I’m still talking and I open my case, and I’m a little nervous; a Halliburton case is sometimes hard to tell one side from the other, so I opened it up, and I opened it upside down. And wouldn’t you know, out spills my gunstock from my long lens! All of a sudden out of the bushes three guys jump on me! I was splattered absolutely flat onto the patio. They didn’t hurt me, but I tell you I was . . . Well, Tito thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. He said, “If that had happened in your country, you would have ended up badly.” And that was my introduction to Tito.

DM: You obviously had learned how to take pictures and how to write. Most people would be happy to be good at one, why did you decide to be good at both?

GG: I did a photo coverage once on Copenhagen, and I found it to be an incredible city of people.

I love the people in Copenhagen. And the guy who wrote the story saw Copenhagen as a city of commerce. You know, it was like we weren’t on the same planet. I swore then I would try never to just do one half of the package.

DM: What were some of your biggest challenges when you became editor in 1970? Did you make any changes to the magazine?

GG: Well, my father (MBG) was a legend in two ways: One, he was incredibly charismatic —he could charm an apple off the tree. I don’t have that skill. He was also very sensitive as a reader. He used to chide me . . . He would come into my office and pound his fists on things, and say, ‘Dammit! Don’t use those Yale words.

Our readers don’t know what that means.’ He taught me to be an average reader; and how to balance a magazine: If you publish a deep story, you sure as hell better have a natural history or a fun story in that magazine to balance it off. As he said, ‘Every magazine must be a symphony . . . It’s got to be a symphony.’

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My father put pictures on National Geographic’s cover. When MBG became editor, the older people who had worked on the magazine, including my grandfather, retired. So he hired all young people. One day he called us into his office, and he had a stack of ten or twelve magazines on his desk. He took them and threw them on the floor, all around his desk. He says, ‘Okay, boys,’—he always called us boys—‘Tell me where the Paris article is.’ We got down on the floor, looking at all these magazines, trying to find the one on Paris . . . And it was like a turkey shoot. So then he scooped them all up and he had another dozen upside down. Then he turned them over, and

until my father became editor. He said, ‘You know, this is crazy,’ and broke that mold by publishing a story on the Hungarian Revolution, and soon after, a story on Moscow. The members loved it.

So I come along . . . I knew that I was going to be editor as of the first of September 1970, but my name wouldn’t be on the masthead until December. I got my team together and we decided we would publish almost an entire issue on pollution. Well, pollution was a dirty word. We’d never done anything on pollution.

My predecessor called me into his office and he said, ‘Look, Gil, I’m really glad you’re editor, I really enjoyed mentoring you, we’ve worked together a long time . . . let me give you a tip: Don’t do the pollution story. It’s a downer, you don’t really want to do that, we can’t do that.’ I said, ‘Oh, Ted—no, I think we can do it. I think we can do pollution in a balanced way.’ I was responsible for all the articles, so I decided we’d do it.

ABOUT THE PHOTO: From the May, 1960 article “When the President Goes Abroad,” written and photographed by Gil Grosvenor. Orignal caption: “Aids bow to listen as the two leaders (Bourguiba and Eisenhower) recall Tunisia’s troubled days in World War II.” / GG: “This was one of those things where you got literally 60 seconds to get the picture. You can’t work around the subject, you just figure out the best place the Secret Service will let you be, and then you are gone. Part of being a professional photographer is you don’t always get to choose the background and composition. You just have to shoot and run.”

each one had a picture on it. He threw them all down and said, ‘Okay, where’s the Italy coverage?’ Of course there was Venice. He said, ‘That’s it. We’re doing it. No testing,’—I was a big tester —‘We’re not testing this, Gil, we’re doing it.’ I loved to test, because that’s what I majored in at college. He’d just decide.

My grandfather stayed on (too) long . . . He was brilliant, he built the place, he was wonderful, but he stayed on until he was 80.

He so hated the communists, he wouldn’t publish a story after World War II on a communist country. We published nothing on Eastern Europe or the Soviet Union or China

DM: Were you nervous?

GG: Oh, sure. But when you’re young, you’re not nervous. (laughs) You’re too dumb to be nervous. I didn’t know how nervous I should be. We didn’t discuss pollution in 1970 . . . As the summer progressed, I noticed that Ted would come into my office and say, ‘How’s the pollution story coming?’ Well, I knew where the distribution of green sheets—that’s copy as it comes in—was going because I looked at the list and he was getting green sheets. So I figured he was reading them—I figured he knew more than he was letting on. Then I took the picture dummy in to him. And he looked at it, and he said, ‘Oh, that’s really interesting.

Hmmmm, yeah.’ The day before we released copy he came into my office and said, ‘Gil, would you mind if I stay on as editor for one more month on the masthead?’ My first inclination was, ‘Screw you!’ And my second inclination was, ‘Damn, that’s neat!’ Here’s the biggest skeptic I had and he wants to be part of it. I said, ‘You bet.’

DM: What was it that made you want to take on the harder stories in your role as editor?

GG: I didn’t see them as harder stories—they were still objective. They were not subjective.

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We did not—particularly in the pollution issue —we did not say that we should stop emitting; we didn’t say it was bad and we should reduce coal power plants. We said, ‘Here are the facts.’ We would have the guy who runs the power plant—this is just a hypothetical example —the guy running the coal plant in Four Corners would say, ‘My responsibility is to produce power for the grid on the Pacific Northwest, this is the only way I know how to do it. And this is the only way it’s economical.’ Then the guy in Vermont whose trees were dying because of acid rain blowing across the USA was saying, ‘Don’t use coal in your plant, or learn how to control it.’ We didn’t say if it was bad or good. That’s being objective.

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Highlight of my career! I walked on air all the way home from the embassy. Anyway, did we change? You know, not radically. I believe evolutionary changes are essential, but radical changes are fatal in a magazine.

DM: When Deerfield presented you with the Heritage Award (in 1989), in your acceptance speech you talked about the necessity of understanding the environment and geography. Do you think it’s important for Deerfield to continue having a curriculum that’s based in a global awareness?

GG: Yes. That’s the name of the game. We are all global neighbors . . . What happens in Tokyo —Fukushima, for example—influences what happens on our West Coast. I mean . . . just DM: Is it fair to say that under your recently a barge washed up on the shore on leadership, you were willing to shine the West Coast that was radioactive. So why a lens, even an objective lens, on less is that important? It’s important then to ‘rosy’ topics?

GG: For one hundred years we had an editorial govern nuclear energy. It is important that rule that you submitted all copy to embassies citizens, global citizens, become active in before it was released . . . It’s not easy to do trying to protect their home.

What do you think is the most important because you don’t allow them to be opinionated —you’re checking for facts. One time, I issue facing planet Earth today? thought the government of South Africa was going to denounce me. The ambassador was a DM: Rising sea temperatures. guy named Botha . . . He was furious. We had a GG: How about water? Fresh, potable water? great story—a devastating story—on apartheid. Two billion people lack fresh water on the So we did something we’d never done before, planet. Two out of the eight billion. And it’s we said, ‘Okay, Mr. Ambassador, we’ll give you going to get worse because the population is a two-page spread in the magazine on the con- increasing. You will never have more fresh dition that we vet it . . . you must be factual, you water than you had in Biblical times; you’ll can’t be political.’ So he agreed to that. We never have more fresh water than you really fought mightily over it, but it worked out, we did had in the times of dinosaurs. It’s a hydrological it. So when the advance copy came out . . . he cycle—pure geography. still was ticked off at me. He called me into his office, and he was furious. He says, ‘This is DM: Something that’s always been terrible, this is terrible! This is not National really important at Deerfield is service.

Geographic.” On his desk was also an issue of Can you talk a little bit about how Time magazine. Time had just, by incredible service is important to you and why? coincidence, published a major, devastating GG: I feel that every graduate of Deerfield issue on South Africa. I mean, really devastating; Academy has been blessed with an incredible they tore the South African government apart. education. But with that education comes an So I’m sitting there looking at that, and he’s obligation: to give back to community, give chewing me up one side and down the other. back to country, give back to Deerfield. You He finally gets really mad, picks the magazine owe it to them. It’s an obligation. And if you up, shakes it in my face, and slams it down on go through a list of Deerfield graduates, you the desk. I said, ‘Mr. Ambassador, why are you will find an inordinate number has served so angry at me? Look what Time magazine has in government, state politics, philanthropic done!’ He looked me in the face and then said, organizations, universities, not-for-profit. That’s ‘You don’t understand! People believe what part of what this school’s all about. A big part of what the school’s all about. // you write!’

“I continue my whirlwind travels, mostly under the aegis of the Society for Industrial Archaeology. Traveled to Japan with the Electric Railroader’s Association to ride trains in a variety of cities. Then to Prague to join a British group of industrial archeologists to study industrial plants in Moravia, and later in June the inaugural voyage of a new ship, the Pearl Mist, from Baltimore to Halifax. In September to West Virginia with Road Scholar to ride three tourist steam trains, and in December to Tahiti for a cruise on the Paul Gauguin.”

—Dennis Furbush ’56 “Our younger brother, Sandy ’60, passed, with that prior wish to be buried ‘au natural’ in his beloved woods. After personal toil to provide both an adequate hole and proper stone monument, each adjoining on this much sloped woods site, the county interceded to state he couldn’t be lowered in whole. Compressed in a miniscule coffin, with the help of two others in digging a most capacious orifice, now rapidly filling with water, the Earth received the ballasted remains, but if only in small sum. Two days after burial, an urgent call was received that the burial site and significant memorial statuary was sitting on an unhappy neighbor’s sod. Removing the monument required rediscovery of shovels, pry bars, cabled winch, and a large wheel barrow.

In rediscovery and retracting the frozen remains, the coffin already asunder, the task was eased by a rapid flow of water, the grave being already filled, the underlayment of clay a superlative water trough.

The last of the wood vessel had made a final attempt to head to the beyond—down stream. Alas, the remains and monument were reset, with beautiful radials of varied colored stone ringing the monument.

From this architect: Always build within your own boundaries.”

—Charlie Weymouth ’56

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Bayley Silleck ’58 Debuted his latest IMAX film—The Star-Spangled Banner: Anthem of Liberty— this past summer.

Charlie Scribner ’58 Recovered from a collapsed lung and other medical problems.

Jack Watts ’59 Purchased a “small vacation rental home” in Dolores, CO.

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“Constantly on the go travelers” Jerry ’55 and Joyce Rood added to their adventures when they were evacuated due to a rapidly spreading brush fire near the Aviara resort and had to “endure” an evening down the road at another AAA Five Diamond rated “pauper’s retreat,” The Grand Del Mar Resort. Despite the smoldering embers outdoors, they were able to arrange a delightful dinner get-together with Tom ’55 and Merry L’Esperance during their visit to San Diego county. / Albie ’55 and Peg Smith on Easter Sunday at their son’s home in West Bath, ME. “Peg and I were able to get our dog—by leash—to join the picture. Blue Belle is a Cocker Spaniel.”

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1957 Peter Abrams ’66 Hopes to attend his 50th Reunion in 2016.

John Chittick ’66 Heading out on another round of AIDS prevention walks in October.

James Gray ’66 Retired this past spring as president of North Carolina Wesleyan College after five “good years.”

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“I retired from clinical practice at the University of Washington in 2004 and have spent the past decade in volunteer positions with the International Society of Nephrology; I served as president (2005-07) and then as director of the ISN Global Outreach Programs (20082013). In the latter position Adrienne and I traveled to 61 countries, mostly developing ones, to put on educational events in nephrology (kidneys) for local practitioners. The frenetic traveling has slowed in the past year, and we divide our time between Palm Desert, CA, in the winter and our long-term home in Woodinville, WA, in the summer.

I continue to keep busy as a consultant, lecturer, and author of reviews and book chapters related to immunologic kidney diseases.

Oh, and we make a two-week pilgrimage back to New England each October to see family, photograph foliage, and ‘look to the hills’ as Mr. Boyden used to say!”—Bill Couser ’57

ELIOT CUTLER’61 THE CANDIDATE

BY Lynn Horowitch / PHOTOGRAPH Brian Fitzgerald

It is said that running for public office requires a “fire in the belly.”

For Eliot Cutler ’64, an independent candidate for governor of Maine, his belly is the one part that does not love campaigning. On the trail, Mr. Cutler says, “I eat too much!”

Other than the impact on his waistline, Mr. Cutler enjoys life on the road. He ran for governor in 2010, won twice as many votes as the Democrat and lost to Republican Paul LePage by less than two percent.

Now he has thrown his hat in the ring again, hoping to unseat Governor LePage and head to the statehouse in Augusta.

In Maine, successful candidates engage in “retail campaigning.” “It’s a state where people expect to see and hear from their candidates,” says Mr. Cutler. So his schedule is packed tight: “meet and greets,” blueberry pancake breakfasts, lobster festivals, and meetings with city and town managers.

A native of Bangor, Mr. Cutler has years of experience in public policy, law, and environmental issues. After graduating from Harvard, he entered Georgetown Law School. While enrolled as a fulltime student, he also was Maine Senator Edmund Muskie’s legislative assistant working on environmental policy. He then served as associate director of the White House Office of Management and Budget, focusing on natural resources, energy, and environmental policy during the Carter administration. Mr. Cutler later founded a law firm; Cutler & Stanfield grew to be the second largest environmental law firm in the US. Now he looks for a win in November and to make the move from his home in Cape Elizabeth to Blaine House, the governor’s mansion.

His election would result in the first instance in American history that a state was served at the same time by both an Independent senator (former Governor Angus King) and an Independent governor.

Mr. Cutler has outlined specific plans to move Maine forward. “The state is in a tailspin economically,” he says. He has proposed programs to brand Maine, to reform property taxes, and to create jobs, among other initiatives.

Now the challenge is to beat the incumbent and to assume the governorship. So for months of campaigning, Mr. Cutler sacrifices his diet and brings his message to the people of Maine. “It’s a particular privilege to run for public office in Maine,” Mr. Cutler says, citing several advantages. First, he says, “Maine voters take elections seriously.”

Next he enjoys the opportunity to get to know Mainers. “People entrust and share with you their worries and their dreams,” Mr. Cutler says.

He appreciates that Maine is a “stunningly beautiful state.” Over the last five years, he has traversed every corner of it. And while Maine’s population is 1.3 million—roughly that of greater Buffalo or Memphis —it is a “huge piece of real estate,” bigger than all of the other New England states put together.

Mr. Cutler outlines one final advantage to running for public office in Maine: He is a self-described “policy wonk.” Delving into the issues of his home state is a pleasure, not a burden. He says, “I really care about this state and feel a deep obligation to Maine.”//

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“Carl Rosenburgh, who did so much for our 50th Reunion campaign, is out of the hospital and in rehab after a successful bone marrow transplant. Carl and his wife, Louise, and Dick Tatlow and his wife, Pat, have had homes in the Boulders in Carefree, AZ, for many years and have retired there. My wife, Beth Kaufman, and I joined them about a year ago. Although we still spend most of the year in New York, we plan to chip away at the ratio. Carl, Dick, and I all went through grade school together and have known one another for more than 70 years. We will all turn 75 next month within days of one another. We have shared a Manhattan Theatre Club subscription with Jim and Ceci Tripp for nearly ten years; Jim’s extraordinary career of service to the country and his fellow man in various roles at the Environmental Defense Fund, including as general counsel, is exemplary of what Deerfield can and does inspire people to do.

His list of courthouse successes, extraordinary ‘win/win’ solutions, and other achievements have made him an environmentalist’s environmentalist. And he is still going.”— Charles Updike ’57

1958 “We hosted Steven Kang, who had been our guide in Dunhuang, China.

He is now running a travel company and plans student/school trips, so I drove him over to visit Deerfield to meet with faculty who might have an interest. Never having traveled outside China nor visited a preparatory school, he was most impressed by Deerfield’s students, faculty, facilities, and programs. I have been kept busy as Of counsel at Bowditch & Dewey, and currently serve on the National Area Council Committee of the Boys & Girls Clubs of America, representing the area councils of Massachusetts and Northern New England. I also serve as president of Worcester’s (MA) Mechanics Hall, renowned for its acoustics. Life is full and interesting! And I still enjoy visits to Deerfield, which has progressed so well.”—Dusty Miller ’58

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Rich Clark ’60 Retired in January 2014 after 25 years as an instructor at the Massachusetts Firefighting Academy; retired from active firefighting service after 57 years, which started in Deerfield in 1957.

Charles Mills ’70 Honored for his discovery of two new types of “white” cells: M1 and M2 macrophanges.

John Embree ’71 Began serving as a Tennis Association Director on the International Tennis Hall of Fame Board of Directors in April.

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the3pointfoundation.org

FULL COURT PRESS NEIL JACOBS ’69 When you first meet Neil Jacobs ’69, your eyes are immediately drawn to the fourth finger of his left hand, upon which lies a massive 2008 Boston Celtics championship ring. After you know him for a while, you realize he never takes it off. Mr. Jacobs won the ring along with his team; he served as the organization’s lead lawyer for over 25 years.

Basketball has always been an important part of Mr. Jacobs’ life, and not just as an attorney—his love of the game extends well beyond the front office. Even after more than three decades, when Mr. Jacobs decided it was time to switch careers and become involved in academics, he was never able to fully leave basketball behind. And in the summer of 2012, his passion for the sport became manifest in The3PointFoundation.

As a youth basketball coach in Boston, Mr. Jacobs was “exposed to many middle school boys from underserved areas of the city who, unfortunately, put basketball ahead of academics and character development.” This trend spurred Mr. Jacobs to action; he and a friend, Andrew Mirken, spent a year traveling around Beantown, from one basketball program to another. What they discovered was that no program addressed academics or character when it came to these boys, and for Mr. Jacobs it was obvious: Boston needed “a program involving basketball, academics, and character for middle school boys.”

He fires off some pertinent facts and statistics: “Two-thirds of the learning gap between children from lower income and higher income families comes from the lack of participation in summer educational programs,” he says. “Over 80 percent of eighth grade boys who are not proficient in math drop out

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of high school. Most resources are spent on early education and high school programs, but comparatively little on boys in middle school.” For Mr. Jacobs, these aren’t just numbers—they’re young men with the potential to be scholars with a bright future.

He points out that basketball can be a great hook, but it’s not enough on its own.

To address the issue, Mr. Jacobs co-founded The3PointFoundation with Mr. Mirken. “The3PointFoundation brings outstanding education and character development programs to boys in conjunction with basketball programs and leagues,” he explains. “Our goal is to change boys’ lives by helping them develop the academic skills and personal characteristics that will enable them to succeed in school and life.”

But nobody’s forgetting about the basketball. The way Mr. Jacobs sees it, “basketball ties directly into what we are trying to teach...basketball teaches life lessons about the value of hard work, great work, and team work. It involves not only self-sacrifice, but sacrifice for others.” Essentially, The3PointFoundation lets kids know that the court and the classroom don’t have to be separate.

Since finding his calling in academics, Mr. Jacobs has had some time to reflect. “Teachers, particularly those at Deerfield, had an enormous impact on my life,” he says. “No institution had a greater effect on my development.” But as Mr. Jacobs gazes back on the past, he is also looking forward; The3PointFoudnation is only a couple of years old and growing, with no end in sight.

“In short, we have grown from a little more than a dozen boys to just over 300 going into our third year,” Mr. Jacobs says. And the program is just warming up. //

BY Meghan Mozea ’15

“After 40 plus years of roaming the West (principally as a not-forprofit fundraising consultant and principally in California), I was drawn by a siren, retirement, and the need for a hip replacement at the Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center, back to New England. I am currently living in Nashua, NH, and I’m very happy to announce that the siren, Jean Davis, and I plan to marry this October. Apparently you can teach an old dog new tricks. I also have had the pleasure of seeing a number of our classmates: Bruce Grinnell, Brian Rosborough, Bob Breen, Peter Clark, Dave Knight, Roger Hoit, Robin Mahar, Dusty Miller, Mike Sheridan, Peter Sieglaff, Carter Strickland, Ed Urquhart, and Davis Willis all attended our 55th Reunion in June of 2013. Some of us had the great pleasure of visiting with Bob and Mary Merriam at that time. Bob turned 90 years young. That puts things into perspective. I also have had dinner with Tiff Tiffany, who lives on Tiffany Hill. I guess that way you never forget where you live. I try to stay connected to the school, and I look forward to seeing other classmates from the Great ’58.”—Dave Knight ’58

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1959 “John Kikoski and Phil Stevens returned to celebrate our 55th Reunion. They were glad to have some time with Norm Carpenter ’60, who had started with our class but after a ski-jumping injury in 1958 had to postpone graduation to 1960. He had returned to bury his wife’s ashes in his family plot in Laurel Hill Cemetery, near the Boydens, Mo Hunt, Larry Bohrer, and other faculty, staff, and friends of the Academy. The Class of 1964 organized several panel sessions on topical issues, including one on the unsustainably high costs of medical care. A panel on education today discussed some of the same issues John and Phil had discussed as panelists in a similar session at our 50th. Margarita Curtis stressed too-early specialization, now evident in middle school. Eric Widmer ’57 and Meera Viswanathan reflected on the establishment of King’s Academy in Jordan, and on the need for globalization in school curricula. John’s knees kept him from joining Phil and some intrepid members of 1964 and the Grand Classes on a hike to the Rock, led by Margarita Curtis, which included a stop at Laurel Hill cemetery. After an hour or so our very fit Head of School literally ran back down to campus to attend another session before the traditional clambake. The weather and food and general good cheer made for a great weekend.”—Phil Stevens ’59

1960 “In the last 18 months my two oldest and best friends have died, both of cancer. Barry Campbell died in the fall of 2012, and now it is Sandy Weymouth. All three of us were marked by Deerfield— scarred, we sometimes said—and we never stopped talking about our years there. I think we’ve been loyal in the deepest sense. We embraced our time at Deerfield; we talked endlessly about our classmates, the Scroll, the Glee Club, Mrs. Boyden and the Quid, the athletic teams and their coaches, and our teachers: Robert McGlynn, Al Schell, Bob Crow, Corning Chisolm, John Suitor, Robert Bliss, and Art Ruggles of the ski team. We have always been obsessed with our

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recently published: DAVID J. MATHER

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Peace Corps Writer, 2014

Legacy of the Pines / Thirty years have passed since Tom Young found family, love, and a purpose while volunteering in an isolated farming community in Chile. But instead of the happy ending he had imagined, he now lives alone in a homestead in rural Vermont, still haunted by the memory of his fiancée, who was killed in a tragic accident just days before they were to be married.

David Mather ’64 picks up Tom’s story in When the Whistling Stopped, just as he decides to return to the place where he experienced so much heartbreak and happiness: “It was in Chile where he had first learned to appreciate simple rural living. And it was so beautiful in those hills looking out at the snow-capped volcanoes with the Andes shimmering way off. He had felt a warmth of family life there he never had in the States. He couldn’t totally explain the draw, even to himself, but it was deep. The tug of war lasted the winter, but he finally decided to return.”

When Tom arrives in Chile once again, he reunites with old friends and starts building a new life for himself among the pines he helped plant as a young volunteer. He finds a spot to build a cabin overlooking a waterfall and volcano, founds a local lumber company, and slowly begins to heal from his heartbreak. But soon his simpler existence gets swept up in a young woman’s efforts to expose an environmental crisis that threatens the community—with tragic results.

Inspired by an environmental scandal that affected the Carlos Anwandter Nature Sanctuary in southern Chile, and strongly influenced

by Mr. Mather’s deep connection to Chile, When the Whistling Stopped is an emotional tale of family, loss, and resilience. Mr. Mather excels in his depiction of life in Chile and brings much-needed attention to environmental issues affecting its wildlife and people. //

ABOUT THE AU T H O R . . .

E X C E R P T //

Tom jumped up and down, waving both hands, not easy when you had a forty-pound pack on your back.

Juan began yelling, “Tomás! Tomás!”

Tom’s eyes blurred, and he realized he was crying. Tears of joy?

For María Elena? For years lost? He didn’t know and didn’t care.

What he did know was that now, after all these years, he, Tomás, had finally come home.

David Mather ’64 was in Chile from 1968–1970, when he was the Peace Corps’ most isolated volunteer. After he returned to the US, he founded a successful specialty lumber business, and he and his wife now split their time between a cabin in the woods of New Hampshire and a small fishing village on Florida’s gulf coast. He is also the author of One for the Road, the prequel to When the Whistling Stopped.

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own adolescence, and Deerfield lies at the heart of those years. Sandy leaves behind many friends from Deerfield and Harvard, and in recent years from his work promoting the cathartic expression of emotions. From his many writings on the topic: ‘The theory behind this work is that for thousands of years humans have been conditioned to suppress feelings, especially pain, fear, anger, and even joy.

Indeed, feelings and the expression of emotion have come to be viewed pejoratively as animal and infantile...Connecting with and processing feelings can be accomplished by what can be referred to as ‘jackhammer work’, i.e. crying, screaming, contorting, silent screaming, gagging, banging, kicking, etc., to the full extent of the human body’s ability,’ all to identify, feel, and release past emotional scars. Sandy built his house in Rising Sun, MD, as a safe harbor for cathartic emotional work. Many groups have met there over the years, and I’ve howled myself in Sandy’s round, carpeted, nearly soundproof building—the Kiva. The Woods Place will pass into the hands of Sandy’s Feelings Catharsis Foundation, and will continue to host events. Last fall I made a video of a fully vibrant Sandy Weymouth, which you can find on YouTube by searching for Sandy Weymouth Woods Place.”—John Thorndike ’60

“Two years ago I retired from a 42-year career in higher education.

That career has taken me to Illinois, Rhode Island, 62 Wisconsin, Connecticut, Ohio, Michigan, Florida, and, for the last 12 years, Utah. Our four children and five grandchildren live as far away as London and Hawaii.

But since most of our extended family lives in the DC area, that’s where we have chosen to move, hopefully for the last time.”

Live on at Deerfield.

My grandfather, Spencer ’37, and my father, William ’69, instilled in me the importance of giving back. I’m proud to include Deerfield in my will.

Hamilton Colwell ’97 / Founder, Maia Yogurt

—Michael Bassis ’62

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1965 “I am retired, and live permanently in Ormond Beach, FL. I finally get to enjoy the Florida sunshine, ocean, and outdoor activities yearround. Now I have the time to watch all my favorite sporting events, too. My list includes New York Yankees baseball, Syracuse University basketball, New York Giants football, Montreal Canadian hockey, and Number 48, Jimmy Johnson, Nascar Racing. These events keep me occupied the entire year.”—Philip “Steppe” Steppello “In November and December, I am Santa Claus in Princeton, NJ, and then visit our children in Charleston, SC, Georgia, and PA. My wife and I are now back in the Adirondacks for the summer (usually April through November). We are on the other side of Whiteface Mountain from Lake Placid, on Silver Lake in Black Brook, NY. We will have most of our children (we have seven) and most of our grandchildren (14 and counting) up at some time this (and every) summer. Always happy to hear from classmates—if you are in the area, stop by!

—Jay Brady

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A group of classmates gathered for a “mini reunion dinner” at Flagler’s Steakhouse in West Palm Beach, FL. l to r: John Jensen, Win Emmons, Rob Dennison, Jim Dunning, Brooks Watt, all Class of ’66. / These two, who recently turned two, belong to Jeff Jensen ’67. / “In this photo, my granddaughter, Maholy Kimia, and I are sitting/ playing together on the veranda of our house in Abidjan (Cote d’Ivoire), watching (and feeling) the arrival of a heavy, tropical thunderstorm over the city.”—Rob Walbridge ’67

1967 “With our 50th Reunion just three years away, I thought I would let the class know what I am doing. I live in a 1740 saltbox in the historic district of Stratford, CT, with my wife Patty. We have two daughters (ages withheld) and four granddaughters and a grandson ranging from 15 to two years old. Last summer I opened up a new office in Wesport for AnnieMac Home Mortgage. There were only about ten of us at our 45th Reunion. I am writing in hopes that we might plan early and have a huge turnout for our 50th in 2017! I would enjoy seeing all of you. In the meantime Ned Scudder and Steve Smith and others have created a Deerfield Class of 1967 presence on Facebook. Please check it out so we can contact each and every one of you prior to the big 2017 event.”—Jeff Jensen

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“To the Great Class of 1969: Read all about it . . . albanyroad.blogspot. com/2014/03/winter-term-reportcard-2014.html. Best wishes to all.”

—Doug Squires

1970

“Our house was finally finished and we moved in two days before Halloween (2013). It’s in a community called Seven Lakes West just outside of Pinehurst, NC, on Lake Auman. If you are ever in the Pinehurst area give us a shout!”—Stanley Makson “Piggybacking on the success of our on-campus ‘42.50 Reunion,’ a smaller group assembled at Class President Duncan Christy’s home in downtown Norwalk, CT, on May 10 for cocktails before crossing the street for dinner at a tapas restaurant. Attendees at ‘43.75’ included Will Dunkak, David Weller, Gene Rostov, Charlie Williams, Peter Neville, Scott Whetsone, Stephen Hannock, and Yours Truly.

Happily, a number of our better halves joined us. A most enjoyable evening spent with longtime friends! And on June 14 I traveled up from San Francisco to Lake Natoma near Sacramento to cheer on the Deerfield Girls and Boys Varsity Crew 4+ boats in the 2014 Youth National Championship Semifinals. Enjoyed meeting the rowers, coaches, and Deerfield Crew Parents who’d come from afar to support their kids. The next day the girls captured their championship and the boys took third. Go Big Green!”—Steven Katz

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Stan Reid ’71 graduated from Princeton Theological Seminary on May 24, 2014 with a Master of Divinity. “The M. Div. secures an important requirement for my ordination as a Teaching Elder in the Presbyterian Church. I’m now at home, getting reacquainted with the family and community and preparing sermons while seeking a call to a congregation.”

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KC Ramsay ’71 Continues to do project management work for higher education clients and some strategic planning for architects.

Mike Edwards ’72 Retired and moved to Georgetown, TX, at the end of June.

Bill Kuharich ’72 Returned to the NFL after a five-year hiatus; is currently executive chief of staff in Football Operations for the Cleveland Browns.

Jim Erlick ’73 Enjoys “the matchmaker role” in helping his clients “effectively monetize their assets” through The Erlick Group.

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“After 37 years of government service, 32 with CIA and five as an officer in the Marine Corps, I retired last year. It was a great ride that allowed me to live overseas for 19 years from the then Zaire to Pakistan.

I met my wife Kit in 1984 in the middle of a war and famine in Chad, where she was working for the UN. Our son Daniel ’07 is working for a Washington think tank, The Atlantic Council; daughter Allie ’10 graduated from the Naval Academy and will be reporting to flight school as a Marine officer. Kit and I have cut ties with Washington by moving to Bethany Beach, DE, to enjoy my retirement.”—John Bennett “It was a blessing to trek from Atlanta for our 40th Reunion, and a moment of healthy reflection. After Deerfield, I graduated from Trinity College joined by great DA classmates Bill Dodge, Caleb Koppel, and Ty Tregellas. Then off to Columbia University graduate school, where I met and married my ‘mate for life’—Jodi. In 1985, we moved to ‘Hot-lanta’ to launch a real estate investment/development practice.

In 2005, we sold our portfolio. It was time. Since then, I have been doing non-profit work as an executive director for the Urban Land Institute. Our mission is to provide leadership in the responsible use of the land worldwide. Now, most of my work is project oriented, such as advising on the adaptive-reuse of property and highest-andbest-use of land. It’s fulfilling work and I believe my Deerfield experience led me to this calling. On the negative side, my wife and I have each had to deal with some health issues over the years, but fortunately we’re both in good shape now. So I’ll close with lyrics of Joe Walsh: ‘Life’s been good to me so far.’”—Jeff DuFresne

“I have the great pleasure of moving to a new phase of life: grandfather! My oldest, Sayce, recently had a daughter, Kira. I am awed to think another generation of the family has started. I have to say that being a grandfather is a blast—all the joy and little of the work. We are taking advantage of close proximity while we can and getting in frequent visits. Work at Boeing continues well, and will as long as I find new challenges to stimulate me. With my younger brother, Brad (Class of ’76) retiring this summer, I see that as a possibility, too. I grow increasingly interested in finding some way to give back to my various communities.

Finally, I sadly report that my youngest brother Jeff (Class of ’79) died suddenly last year. Please live your lives richly and fully, for none of us knows how many days we are given.”

—Holton Falk ’74

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Cheers!”—Jim Frederick

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Grand Central Publishing, ON SALE: October 7, 2014

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All around me, people with luggage. All around me, people moving forward. This is O’Hare. This is one of the busiest airports in the world. The odds are good that there is someone else at this airport, maybe not in this terminal, but someone else here whose father has also just died. With people dying and being born every millisecond, it’s almost impossible, in fact, that there isn’t someone else. But there’s no way—no way in the world—that there’s someone else whose father has just shot himself in the head but who has no desire whatsoever to find out why.

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This Is a Story / Hannah Pittard ’97, critically acclaimed author of The Fates Will Find Their Way, returns this fall with her second novel, Reunion, the powerful story of a dysfunctional family reuniting after an unexpected death— inspired in part by an event in Ms. Pittard’s life, her grandfather’s suicide.

Although, Ms. Pittard explained, “it wasn’t so much [that event], but the four days that followed.” Ms. Pittard’s family gathered in Atlanta for the funeral, and she watched her parents reunite with their old friends. “Seeing them giggle and act like children—it made me think, this is a story.”

Ms. Pittard’s story finds its voice in Kate Pulaski, a failed screenwriter, thousands of dollars in debt, whose marriage is ending. As the novel begins, Kate is on an airplane when she finds out about her estranged father’s death, then discovers that her speakerphone is on—and now her fellow passengers know the news, too. This attention-grabbing beginning forces honesty upon Kate, who usually hides the truth from everyone around her, including her sister Nell and brother Elliot. Elliot and Nell convince a reluctant Kate to return to Atlanta for their father’s funeral, and over the next four days, Kate must come to terms with her family’s past and the truth about her own life.

With Kate, Ms. Pittard depicts a complex, real, and flawed woman, who is ultimately relatable. “I want people to struggle with [Kate],” said Ms. Pittard. “I think that women are complicated. I think they’re interesting and fascinating . . . I wanted to write about the kind of woman who I know.”

Similarly, Reunion’s memorability comes from Ms. Pittard’s willingness to courageously and thoughtfully explore difficult subjects: infidelity, family relationships, and, perhaps most compellingly, money. Witty, poignant, and brilliantly written, Reunion speaks to the complexities of modern relationships and society in an evocative and authentic way. //

ABOUT THE AU T H O R . . .

Hannah Pittard is the author of two novels, The Fates Will Find Their Way and Reunion, and numerous short stories that have appeared in publications such as The American Scholar and McSweeney’s. This fall, she is teaching fiction at the University of Kentucky and helping to start their new MFA program in creative writing, a job she describes as “a dream.”

“Although I didn’t quite make it to Everest Base Camp, I had a blast fulfilling a lifelong dream to go trekking in the Himalayas.

This is a picture of me just outside the village of Namche Bazaar at about 12,000 feet.

You can see the tip of Everest just to the left of the more prominent peak directly over my head.

Over the next several days I developed mountain sickness and had to call it quits the day before I would have reached the Khumbu Ice Fall.

Still, I made it to 17,600 feet.”

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1980 “After a ten-year hiatus, I have re-entered the work force with a job as a senior software engineer at Tableau Software. I took three years off to deal with the issues of my son Spencer’s leukemia; I became a stayat-home dad for another seven years until Jacob, my youngest, subtly let me know that I was no longer needed to help him deal with the rigors of daytime life, and that being around for sports and carpools would be sufficient. By happenstance, an old diving buddy invited me to a recruiting event at Tableau Software. I mostly attended for the social time, but fell in love with the data visualization aspects of Tableau’s business intelligence product. I immediately started using it for analyzing a bunch of data sets I have on cancer incidence and survivorship. When the call came from the recruiter inviting me to Seattle to interview, I jumped at the chance, and wound up accepting a position taking me back to the roots of what I truly love: working hands-on writing and fixing software. The job is here in Austin, TX, and I will be heading up to Seattle three to five times a year to work with the rest of my team.”—Rob Sartin

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Peter Van Oot ’73 Rowed in the 2013 Head of the Charles for the first time in 33 years.

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“My wife Ann and I really enjoyed seeing Tad Mayer and James Hughes at a celebration of Dave Haviland’s 50th birthday. Ann recently earned her MSN in Nursing Leadership and is now the nurse manager of the Emergency Department at Newton-Wellesley Hospital.

Our oldest son Tim, Jr. (23) has been deployed to foreign soil as an MP in the Army National Guard. We’re hoping to have him back by Christmas, when he plans to pursue a career in law enforcement. Our son Luke (21) is looking forward to studying at Dublin Business School in Ireland during the fall semester. Our daughter Kaleigh (19) is in her sophomore year of college, and pursuing a degree in Early Childhood Education with a concentration in Special Education. I am in my 27th year peddling custom steel products to OEM’s in the Northeast and desperately working towards lowering my atrocious golf handicap!”

—Tim Carey

Jonathan Raymond ’78 Started as president of the Stuart Foundation in San Francisco this past July. Reported that it was “fun to see campus” right before Commencement.

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Carr Davis ’80 Attended the St. Paul’s School (Alexandria, VA) Father’s Breakfast, along with Churchill Hoof ’91 and his daughter.

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“On Friday, December 20, 2013, some Chicago alumni (plus a few out of towners) gathered at Sixteen Restaurant of the Trump International Hotel and Tower in Chicago. Among them were Carr Davis ’80, Garry Shumway ’78, George Mesires ’87, Grove Mower ’76, J. Andrew Stone ’90, Jay Beidler ’01, Jim Dinneen ’80 (FL), John Mattes ’80 (MA), John McGovern ’87, Josh Binswanger ’80 (MA), Paul Embree ’77, Ralph Gaines ’79, Reed Webster ’79, Rob Carpenter ’80, Roger McEniry ’74, and Steve Quazzo ’78.” —Carr Davis ’80 / Ned Taylor ’80 and Deke Kastner ’80 enjoying a casual evening in San Francisco, December 2013.

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Scott Aiges ’81 coordinated and led the seventh annual Sync Up entertainment industry conference (syncupconference.com), which featured Blue Note Records president and multiple Grammy Award-winning producer Don Was, among others.

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“His Majesty, King Abdullah II, made a trip to Los Angeles in May to promote Jordanian ICT businesses in the US. On his visit he also gave a talk on Jordan’s response to the Syrian refugee crisis at the Bel Air Country Club. Little did he know, we put out the call to fellow Class of 1980 buddies in LA to join us and surprise our very good friend and harass him a bit. After his talk on Syria we dragged His Majesty into our group for some hugs and handshakes and good old New England hospitality. Those broad smiles prove that as grey as we all are now, we’re still kids at heart and our love for one another has only grown over the years. Great to see these guys! (And true to Class of 1980 we closed down the place!)”—Christian McClellan More Class Notes and Photos: deerfield.edu/commonroom

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Josh Binswanger ’80 Enjoyed an “active day” on Coronado Bay with classmate Rob Jordan, Rob’s daughter CeCe, and Josh’s son, Colin.

Christian Caryl ’80 Interviewed on National Public Radio’s “Q” regarding how the Russian media is covering the crisis in Ukraine.

Tad Mayer ’82 Started his own negotiation consulting firm, Inclined Communication.

Doug Cruikshank ’83 Met Dick Towne ’53 while vacationing in Florida.

They traded stories about their respective days in Ashley House!

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1985 “Still living in San Francisco. Girls are 12 and 11 now, heading into the teenage years. Younger daughter, Noelle, is playing guitar and singing. Chloe is a competitive cheerleader.”—Steve Turko

1987 “I asked Rob Hale ’84 to join my FBI Miami SWAT Team to jump with the Golden Knights. The first step was a doozy. We both exited the plane under postcard conditions at 14,500 feet high above the Homestead Air Force Base. With over a minute of free fall and five to seven minutes of glide time the views were exceptional. I believe I can speak for both Rob and myself when I tell you it was an exhilarating experience.”—Geoff Swinerton

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Benjamin Patton ’83 Working with veterans coping with post-traumatic stress through his therapeutic “I Was There” film workshops. iwastherefilms.org Jim Wareck ’83 Performed at the Hollywood Improv: bit.ly/1rNBs9N to watch!

Adam Weinberg ’83 Wrote a piece for the Huffington Post titled: “It’s Time to Choose a College, But How to Decide?” huff.to/1pvwFd8

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“At the end of April, 13 members of the Great Class of 1982, traveled to The Mid Ocean Club in Bermuda for a weekend of golf, fun, and to celebrate our 50th birthdays together.

Sam Bayne, Rob Engel, Ian Murray, Robert Douglass, Tony Manory, Eric Targgart, Joe Lotuff, Ted Ashford, Scott Kirkpatrick, Alex Navarro, Nelson Rockefeller, Jim Sullivan, and Jay Winthrop were all in attendance. We also had the pleasure of having Somers Cooper ’81 join us for a few laughs

as well. Many stories of our Deerfield Days were rehashed as well as new stories from the last ten years.

This was the first time all of us had been together in at least ten years, as not everyone returns for Reunions every five years. The weather was perfect and the golf was extremely challenging. One of the most beautiful courses in the world. All in all it was a great weekend to catch up with all the old classmates and everyone voted that we now need to do this trip every other year!”—Sam Bayne

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“I really appreciate the classmates who made the effort to meet me in Austin, TX, for SXSW. Brian drove up from San Antonio and Hank flew over from Houston, where he was visiting from his home in San Francisco.

Thanks, boys!”—John Knight ’83

/ Classmates Sean Nottage and Eric Peterson (’83) caught up for a moment before Eric headed into his quarterly board meeting as a member of the Lyford Cay International School Board at Lyford Cay Club, Nassau, Bahamas. Sean was formerly on the same board with Sean Farrington ’87, and now Eric serves with Sean’s brother James. / Jamie Dwinell, Terry Murray, John Emery, and Timothy Smith, all Class of ’85, played in the “Squirrels” invitational golf tournament at their country club.

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Morgan Binswanger ’84 Sends his best from his office at LiveStrong headquarters in Austin, TX. Matt Fawcett ’85 Named one of the Top 50 General Counsels by the National Law Journal.

Darin Sullivan ’86 Married Michelle Loud on October 5, 2013. In attendance were best man Tucker Greer ’86, Henri Cattier ’86, and Van Sullivan ’83.

Jamie Sands ’88 Wrote an article on the impact of the long wars in Iraq and Afghanistan: bit.ly/1rRABoF

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Andrew Starr ’87 met actor William Shatner at a convention in Kansas City this past spring. / “Finished up my PhD in Industrial / Organizational Psychology in March, and continuing my academic career as an assistant professor at Edgewood College here in Madison (WI). Finding time to do a lot of skydiving these days, including sharing my daughter’s first tandem as she turned 18!

Life is good!”—Trevor Nagle ’89

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“Alive and well in Lexington, KY, after 22 years in wealth management.

My oldest daughter, Carter, will be attending Wake Forest University this fall. Seems like yesterday it was graduation from DA!”—Rob Brewer

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“I’m currently living in Hinsdale, a suburb of Chicago, with my husband Gary and our two daughters Avery (two-and-a-half) and Hayley (15 months). Life is busy with two little ones and two fulltime working/traveling parents, but we’re all doing well. If anyone is ever in the Chicago area, please look us up!”—Michelle (Labbe) Hunter ’97

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Rachel Brooks Bartlett ’93 Welcomed Bailey Everidge Bartlett on November 13, 2013.

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On a recent visit to Austin, TX, for a conference, Paula Edgar ’95 met up with classmates Mara Whalen (left) and Taylor Bose. / “All is well with me, tons of work but very exciting.

Family is doing well: I have three boys Roy 11, Raul 9, and Remo 5.”—Roy Watson ’92

Sarah Panagiotidis ’94 Announces that she and her husband, Alex, welcomed Achilles on May 24, 2013.

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Bart Newhouse ’95 Founded Healthy College Snacks, which recently announced its campaign to fight childhood hunger in the US. More info at: healthycollegesnacks.com Emily Reycroft ’96 Welcomed her first child, Gavin Mansfield Fleury, on January 22, 2014, in the midst of a “wild snowstorm.”

“Thank you to all of my Deerfield friends for helping me celebrate my marriage to Andrea on March 15 in Hong Kong. l to r: Katharine (Lo) Lai ’98, Tim Loh ’01, Jason Lam ’00, Michelle Wong ’98, Dennis Kwan ’00, Andrea and me, Eugene Wong ’99, Brian To ’00, Adrian Aw ’99, and my brothers Brian ’91 and Andrew Lee ’89.”—Clarence Lee ’99

1997 “Last September my wife Stacey and I welcomed our second baby girl into the world, Audrey Rose. She is a happy, healthy baby, and thank God, a good sleeper. Big sister Julianna, now three, has been a great help and absolutely adores ‘Baby Audrey.’ This past January, I embarked on an exciting new journey, leaving M&T Bank and transitioning over to First Niagara as a personal financial associate (financial advisor). Hope everyone else from Class of ’97 and the Deerfield community are doing well! Cheers!”—Parker Stone

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“I’m currently in Kentucky on a research fellowship through the Appalachian Sound Archives at Berea College. My work is primarily on multi-generational musical families and how kinship plays a role in the preservation and transmission of traditional folk music. Eventually I’ll edit my field research into a short documentary and head back out to Colorado.”—Page McClean

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SEMPER FIDELIS BRIETTA WALKER ’93 For Brietta Walker ’93, explaining the US Marine Corps is easy. “Basically, the USMC is always the first to fight, the last to leave, and we are generally considered the most hardcore service!” she says. That notoriously “hardcore service” recently promoted Walker to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel, making her only the second woman in Marine history to be the Commanding Officer of a USMC aviation squad.

According to official records, “Lieutenant Colonel Walker has accumulated over 2400 flight hours in the CH-53E and UC-12W (helicopters).” To most people, these are just a jumble of letters and numbers, but to LTC Walker, they represent her life and her passion.

From her days of service on the Deerfield campus, to attending Officer Candidate School, LTC Walker has been accumulating an impressive record, but this is definitely one of the most tremendous jobs she has ever been assigned.

“The whole thing has been extremely humbling,” says the Colonel. “It has certainly made me grow up in ways I never imagined. I have awesome responsibilities as a parent, but to imagine that the USMC trusts me with the lives of these Marines, and any people we carry, and thirty million dollar helicopters in combat . . . In many ways it’s hard to wrap my head around.”

Growing up in a family of veterans, it was an easy decision for LTC Walker to join the military; she was just a little unsure of which branch, and started off in the Navy, although she soon discovered that she belonged with the Marines. “I realized that my desire to fly helicopters and be where the action was, as well as the special camaraderie shared amongst the Marines, was something I wanted to be a part of,” she says.

More than comrades, it was in the Corps that LTC Walker found her second family.

“My Marine family is in many ways closer then my blood family because it has to be . . .

We lean on each other because only we can understand what it is like to be a Marine.”

Becoming a Commanding Officer was a big step for LTC Walker personally, but the way she sees it, “we are a team.”

BY Meghan Mozea ’15

“ Through Deerfield

I learned that all I ever wanted was to be judged by my character and work ethic, not by my gender.”

While LTC Walker is wrapping her head around the immense duty before her, she can take comfort in knowing that she is believed to be ultimately qualified for this duty by the Corps. Even as only the second woman in history to be the Commanding Officer of an aviation squadron in the USMC, the promotion isn’t about gender for Walker. It’s about how qualified she is to lead. “I only ever hoped to be judged for my abilities as an officer, a pilot, and a Marine,” she says.

This isn’t the first time LTC Walker has considered the implications of gender; as part of the first four-year class of women at Deerfield, she learned early on to not be defined by her sex. “I have lived a similar path as a minority in the USMC,” she says. “Through Deerfield I learned that all I ever wanted was to be judged by my character and work ethic, not by my gender.” //

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96 Mollie McAlpin Maughn ’96 Welcomed Beckett James Maughn on December 20, 2013 in Portland, OR, with her husband Ryan.

Dylan Korpita ’97 Running for state representative—1st Franklin District (MA)—this year.

Louise Beryl ’00 Finished her PhD in anthropology and education at Columbia University, Teacher’s College, in February, 2014.

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—Emily Dawson Battle

2001 “After spending a great few years working out of my firm’s London and New York offices, I decided to look further afield and moved to the Gulf. Having completed just shy of three years in Dubai, I have arrived in Hong Kong for my next adventure. It has been great to host Deerfield visitors and meet up with many of those living abroad. I got to catch up with Rebecca Blumenkopf and Renee Green from our class in London, and hope to connect with those living in or visiting Asia in the coming years.”—Katie Cralle

“I was married on October 5, 2013 to Whitney Weiler in Camden, ME. I had three Deerfield roommates/ classmates as groomsmen: Madsen South ’02, Weston Quasha ’01, and Liam Nolan ’01. Other Deerfield alumni in attendance were Anina Nolan ’03, Skyler Smith ’02, Breck Garrett ’02, and David Conover ’79.”

—Thomas Zipser ’02

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Courtesy of Catherine Spangler

WITNESS, CONFIDANT, HISTORIAN CATHERINE SPANGLER ’01 How do you usually tell a story? Step by step? Moment by moment? I was rushing down the street, late for an important meeting. The morning air was frigid, and my breath steamed out in visible clouds of vapor. I finally reached my destination, only to bump into an old classmate; turns out she was late for the same meeting! Each step of the story is broken into a unique moment—a linguistically tangible pocket that stands out and makes the memory real.

It’s these snapshots that filmmakers such as Catherine Spangler ’01 of The New York Times spend their entire lives trying to capture and share with audiences.

“I look for moments.” Ms. Spangler explains. “A moment, to me, is about emotion.

It’s very tricky to be able to capture feelings in a visual medium. It could be a gesture, an expression, a conversation.” Ms. Spangler is patient with these moments. Her films unfold slowly, driven by visuals wrapped in deliberate but subtle sound-design. Her scenes seem to tremble with a sense of presence; a depiction of truth and raw honesty that still photographs only hope to achieve. This synthesis of the senses is where Ms. Spangler’s talents shine brightest. “I often have the ‘a-ha!’ moment when I see people having a truly unguarded moment in front of the camera,” she recalls. “In that way, the camera can play different roles of witness, confidant, and historian.”

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Ms. Spangler got her start in the world of journalistic filmmaking through her early interests in radio and photography. “I became really interested in adding more tools to the arsenal and went back to graduate school for photography,” she says. While studying photojournalism at the University of North Carolina, Ms. Spangler discovered the opportunities that recent advances in camera technology had unlocked. “For the first time in history, journalists could be as unobtrusive as photographers but have the capabilities of being a filmmaker with the same setup. I quickly realized that all the mediums I had studied: sound, photography, and light, came together into one approach. Filmmaking was a synthesis of everything I had been drawn to about storytelling, and I immersed myself in learning everything about it.”

At its core, documentary film is all about making different perspectives of the human condition accessible to the masses. “As a documentarian, you will most likely encounter severe suffering in the world,” Ms. Spangler remarks. “It’s important to think about your role in combatting that suffering—will it be on a very personal level, in the way you share small kindnesses and words with your subjects, or will it be on a grander scale of influencing public opinion?” As technology becomes more accessible, new journalists have a responsibility to continue to ask themselves these questions, and building their work around these unique truths. “In my own work, telling true stories interests me the most because of that old cliché: reality is stranger than fiction,” Ms. Spangler adds. “It’s always surprising, always humbling, to encounter how people see the world.” //

Catherine Spangler is a video journalist for The New York Times. Examples of her work can be found at: cathspangler.com

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05 Xander Manshel ’05 Ran into Deerfield people “all over the place” in April—from Beijing to Berlin!

They included former dorm parents Wendy Bradley and Sean Terwilliger, and classmate Jesse Coburn.

Kevin O’Rourke ’05 Participated in the Cornell Venture Challenge—an annual business plan competition.

Marco Saavedra ’07 Featured in the Santa Clarita Valley Signal: bit.ly/1kbxhpb David Leblanc ’08 Started a business— evolutionathlete.com —and is going into his second year of professional baseball.

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2002 “This past summer, I joined the faculty of the Phillips Exeter Academy Summer School, teaching chorus, directing the Glee Club, advising students, and helping out with crew practices. My Deerfield experience prepared me well for this position, and it was enlightening to witness boarding school life from the faculty perspective. This fall, I returned to my position on the music faculty at Kingsley Montessori School in Boston, and began my first year as a board member of the New England Piano Teachers’ Association. I also plan to return to rowing on the Charles and Mystic Rivers.”—Victoria Suchodolski

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JUNE FINDLAY P iUniverse LLC, 2014

The Girl Who Made an Impossible Dream Come True / Fate and tenacity are recurring themes in Deerfield parent June Findlay’s sweeping autobiography, Dreams of a Beijing Girl, which ultimately, is a love story. From the early days of Mao’s Cultural Revolution to a career as a principle development manager at Microsoft, Ms. Findlay invites her readers on an intimate journey in which they are immersed in her life’s story thus far.

Sincere and unpretentious, Dreams of a Beijing Girl is a first hand account of the affects of Mao’s reforms on every aspect of one young woman’s life; with the collapse of the university system, Ms. Findlay abandoned her dream of attending “the best college in China,” and enlisted in the Chinese Army at age 16. There, her “ambition to succeed and passion for new experiences” led her from the Army to Beijing, and ultimately, to the United States.

Numerous family members, friends, and colorful acquaintances fill Beijing Girl’s pages, including brief parallel glimpses into the life of Harald Findlay ’76, Ms. Findlay’s future husband, which stand in stark contrast to Ms. Findlay’s experiences. Deerfield is also prominently featured in the latter half of the book, when Ms. Findlay’s daughter, Tracy Ma ’06, is encouraged to apply. Although Ms. Findlay was initially apprehensive (to put it mildly) about sending her daughter to a boarding school, it seems as though fate may have been at work in Ms. Findlay’s life yet again, because it was thanks to Deerfield that she and Mr. Findlay finally met. //

ABOUT THE AU T H O R . . .

June Findlay enjoyed a 13-year career with the Microsoft Corporation. Following Microsoft, she founded a firm focused on Chinese/US business development. She holds a BA in International Law and an MS in Computer Science. Ms. Findlay lives in Connecticut with her husband, Harald Findlay ’76.

Together, they have five children.

The central government devised a strategy where they selected city girls who had an education and were good looking, and assigned them to those locations to marry the officers. Before the girls understood what life was, they were chosen by the government, and then they were picked by the officers. There was no love, no feeling, and those officers were much older than the girls… What a pity! I prayed for her, that she would have a husband who really loved her, and wished that she lived a happy life. Those girls had to follow orders.

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Meanwhile: During those times, the blue-eyed boy was following his dream to apply to Middlebury.

He grew to be 6'2" and had a promising future ahead of him, while the brown-eyed girl struggled to reach her life goals. Every day that passed meant one more day closer to meeting the girl who faced completely different challenges in life. She struggled to survive. She wore broken sandals and walked 30 minutes each day to school. She could not tell her parents because they could not afford a new pair. She hid the holes from them, so they would not feel sad for their daughter, and she secretly inserted cloth into the holes to keep her feet from getting hurt. Taking the bus was not an option because it cost two yuan each month for the ticket.

Julia Pielock ’10 Finished her Connecticut College swim career as a seven-time All-American, two-time All-American Academic, and three-time NESCAC champion.

Andrew Siderides ’10 Studied in Barcelona during 2013 and traveled “all over Europe,” including Greece, where he visited relatives he hadn’t seen in over a decade.

Emily Swarts ’10 Accepted a job offer from Google.

Clare Malfitano ’11 Graduated a year early from the University of Delaware, and is off to earn her baking and pastry degree at the Florence (Italy) University of the Arts.

Jenner Macleod ’13 Swam next to her former Deerfield teammate, Julia Pielock ’10, at the 2014 NCAA Division III Swimming Championships.

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Like Christa McAuliffe before her, Lizzie Rosenberger ’03 decided that the benefits of being a teacher with a classroom in space clearly outweighed the dangers. And so, what began as an infatuation with the stars just around the corner from where McAuliffe had once lived, culminated in May of this year on a flight from Palmdale, CA, up to Colorado, down to Florida, then back to Palmdale. During the coast-to-coast-to-coast non-stop trek, Ms. Rosenberger spent 20 hours getting as close to outer space as one can get without going weightless.

Growing up in New Hampshire, Ms. Rosenberger spent many a summer night in her backyard; hours would pass while she laid on the grass, swatting away mosquitos while staring up at the stars...picking out what may have been the same constellations that intrigued McAuliffe.

Ms. Rosenberger and Ms. McAuliffe never did meet. McAuliffe, who was selected to be the first teacher/astronaut in the NASA Teacher in Space Project, was killed when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded just after takeoff on January 28, 1986.

The World School, in New York City. “It was a tremendous experience. That plane can reach an altitude of 45,000 feet, which is about 10,000 feet higher than a typical commercial flight... our flight got us up to about 43,000 feet.”

The 747, known as SOFIA, which stands for Stratospheric Observatory for Infrared Astronomy, is fitted with a 17-ton, 8-foot-long, 2.7-meter telescope. The telescope is mounted behind a 16 x 23-foot sliding door, which, once opened, allows scientists a unique look at the universe from above the terrestrial water vapor layer, which can often affect the quality of pictures taken from traditional ground observatories.

Unfortunately for Ms. Rosenberger and the other 23 teachers who were selected for the program, as far as the plane’s equipment was concerned, they could look—but they couldn’t touch.

“It was our primary job during the flight to observe the scientists, help them collect data, and then to assist them with analysis,” explained Ms. Rosenberger, “and during the flight, we

“W e flew in a modified Boeing 747, which is part of NASA’s research fleet —it’s the only flying astronomical observatory in the world.”

“Christa was a teacher we all learned about during grade school,” said Ms. Rosenberger.

It was during those years in Concord that Ms. Rosenberger learned of McAuliffe’s love for exploration and adventure, of her thirst for knowledge, and of her quest for sharing what she learned with her students. She was made aware that there was an element of risk involved, as well. Despite all this, it wasn’t until Ms. Rosenberger came to Deerfield that her interest in the stars took a quantum leap.

“During my sophomore year I took my first astronomy course ... and simply loved it,” said Ms. Rosenberger, who subsequently graduated from Colorado College in 2007, with a degree in biology. She later earned a master’s degree in adolescent biology and conservation life sciences from Fordham University. “Plus, Deerfield had a planetarium, and that was my favorite place on campus.”

“Lizzie had a relentless enthusiasm for everything she encountered and became emotionally attracted to her work,” said David Howell, Ms. Rosenberger’s astronomy teacher at Deerfield.

“I’m just happy that she ended up where she did ... in a classroom. She has the personality to teach rather than doing research in a laboratory. ” In May, Ms. Rosenberger went beyond her classroom, and beyond the laboratory, too. “We flew in a modified Boeing 747, which is part of NASA’s research fleet—it’s the only flying astronomical observatory in the world,” said Ms. Rosenberger, who teaches science in grades 1-4 at Avenues:

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had our hands full just doing that.”

“I’m so happy that Lizzie decided to become a teacher,” said Martha Lyman, who was Ms. Rosenberger’s advisor at Deerfield. “I knew she’d have the temperament, the energy, and the inquisitiveness to be an outstanding educator. And, considering that she was so inquisitive, I wasn’t a bit surprised when I learned Lizzie was going into space,” added Lyman. “She was a fully involved person ... she took advantage of anything and everything that came her way; when this opportunity came her way I would have been very surprised if she hadn’t taken advantage of it. Lizzie was a three-sport athlete... was in the band... was a proctor... was involved in anything there was to be involved in, and as her advisor, I often remember asking, ‘Don’t you think you should cut back on a few things?’ Her answer was always the same, ‘No!’” What proved to be, as Ms. Rosenberger described it, “an opportunity of a lifetime,” came while attending the National Science Teachers Convention in San Antonio, Texas, in April 2013.

“While walking through the exhibits, I saw a NASA booth and knew I had to check it out,” said Ms. Rosenberger. “The NASA representative asked me, ‘Have you ever wanted to go into space?’ When I said yes, he said, ‘Well, I can’t get you into space, but I can get you pretty darn close,’ and I said, ‘That’s good enough for me.’”

This fall, Ms. Rosenberger is back in her classroom, sharing what she learned, and perhaps inspiring a new generation of explorers. //

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JESSICA LAPORTE ’09 Since October 2010, there have been

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It’s a staggering statistic, especially considering the fact that cholera has been all but eradicated in the US since the early 1900s, and Jessica Laporte ’09 is working to change it. The recent Tufts graduate has co-founded Community Chlorinators, a social enterprise that launched this past July. Under the umbrella of The Archimedes Project, an organization dedicated to ending cholera through social entrepreneurship, Community Chlorinators—or Kouzin Dlo, as it is known in Haiti (kouzin = female cousin, dlo = water in Haitian Creole)—is tackling one of the most significant barriers to providing access to clean water and sanitation: distribution.

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Kouzin Dlo works with community-based organizations to recruit women entrepreneurs and provides training in water treatment and basic health and hygiene. The women then purchase chlorine from Kouzin Dlo and go out into their local communities to sell their product and encourage good sanitation practices.

“I am passionate about starting a social enterprise because Haiti is filled with the negative impact of handouts that have stunted their economy and don’t lead to sustainable change,” said Ms. Laporte. “I hope to not just increase access to life-saving technologies, but also create economic opportunities for women by running a direct sales business.”

In only its first month in operation in Haiti, Kouzin Dlo trained approximately 20 women in two communities to work as entrepreneurs, and retained more than half of that group.

“In month one we sold over 180 bottles of chlorine to new customers, and the number grows each week as the entrepreneurs continue to buy from us and sell to their neighbors, family, and friends,” said Ms. Laporte. Ms. Laporte and her team will spend their first few months in Haiti testing their model, “triangulating through experience what factors are impacting our success,” Ms. Laporte explained, before scaling up across the country.

The plan for Kouzin Dlo was born at an ideation lab hosted

by The Archimedes Project during the fall of Ms. Laporte’s senior year at Tufts. Ms. Laporte had spent the previous summer traveling around Haiti, volunteering with organizations working in agriculture, agroforestry, malnutrition treatment, and community development, so when she heard that the ideation lab would focus on ideas for stopping the spread of cholera in Haiti, “Naturally, I got involved.” Over the course of three days, over 50 professionals, students, experts, partners, and judges took on the challenge of designing a scalable clean water social enterprise, and the Community Chlorinators plan was selected. “As a part of the Archimedes Team I decided to join the launch team and eventually became the in-country founder,” said Ms. Laporte.

Ms. Laporte describes her interest in Haiti as an “old and growing connection.” On a personal level, her father is from Haiti, but her academic interest in the country was sparked at Deerfield, during a history course with Bernie Baker that studied critical moments in Latin American and Caribbean history through their impact on the countries’ citizens. “During the course, I developed an insatiable desire to not only be a citizen of my country,” said Ms. Laporte, “but also a global citizen involved in addressing the world’s most intractable issues.” //

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“It has been eight years since Ximena Galvez ’06, Virginia Hernandez ’07, Jennifer Schaetzel ’06, and Katie Schaetzel ’07 have been able to all be together! Here we are on top of The Oread Hotel to view the beautiful University of Kansas campus.”—Katie Schaetzel ’07

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Steve lives in San Francisco and drove (two and a half hours!) to Sacramento to cheer for the boys and girls boats. The girls won their championship, and the boys came in third. / “I spent the fall and winter living with Bob Hrabchak ’81 and his family, including sons Matt ’15 and William ’17, while training as a member of the 2014 USA Women’s Olympic Hockey team. It was an exciting year filled with lots of family, friends, travel, and Deerfield connections.”

—Molly Schaus ’06

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A perennial Dining Hall favorite, scaled down for your home kitchen.

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YIELD One 9ˇˇx 13ˇˇ INGREDIENTS 8 apples, preferably a mixture of Macs and Cortlands Cinnamon (optional/to taste) Sugar and/or lemon juice (optional/to taste)

¾ cup brown sugar

¾ cup granulated sugar 1½ cup flour 2 teaspoons cinnamon 1½ stick butter (if using unsalted butter, add 1/4 tsp. salt)

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DIRECTIONS 1. Peel, core, and thick-slice enough apples to fit a 9ˇˇx 13ˇˇ baking dish.

Add sugar and/or lemon juice according to the flavor of the apples: early apples tend to need sugar; late apples need acid; local apples in season usually are fine as is. Add cinnamon to taste if desired.

2. Combine sugars, flour, and cinnamon in a large bowl. Mix with hands to get rid of brown sugar lumps.

3. Cut butter into equal-sized pieces. Add to sugar/flour mixture.

Cut in (using hands, pastry blender, or two knives) until butter disappears and large lumps of the mixture are formed. (This mixture is known as streusel.)

4. Cover the apples with the streusel.

5. Bake in a preheated 375-degree oven until apples are tender and streusel is golden brown, usually anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes.

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Though Sean doesn’t have his brother’s bling, he has a bulging resume that includes three appearances on the United States Intercollegiate Lacrosse Association All-American Team.

He was also named the Liberty League Defensive Player of the Year as a junior and senior while leading the Dutchmen to a 37-13 record during that span, with a 6.49 goals against average and a .650 save percentage. Those two figures ranked 13th and sixth respectively among NCAA goalies.

“We’re each other’s biggest fans and from my standpoint, having Sean around is like having my own personal goalie coach,” said Luke, whose 22-1 record his junior and senior years at Deerfield ranks him among the best winning percentages (.926) in school history.

“The night before we played Notre Dame for the NCAA championship, Sean and I studied film of Notre Dame’s semifinal-round game,” added Luke, who posted a 15-3 record, a 9.92 goals against average and a .505 save percentage this season. “In watching the films, Sean noticed that one of Notre Dame’s top scorers had success shooting over the shoulder of the Maryland goalie. Sean felt I could take that shot away by simply moving about six inches out of the net and cutting down the angle. So, I did and it worked . . .

I was able to stop at least three of his shots during the game that we won by two goals (11-9).

So, the way I see it, that’s a championship we might not have won if it hadn’t been for Sean.”

Chip Davis, Luke’s mentor at Deerfield, ranked his former goaltender, who sparked the Big

AT DUKE AT DEERFIELD

LUKE AARON’12 T W O I N GO A L Mary Aaron chuckled when she mentioned that she hasn’t needed a manicure for the past ten years. Another chuckle accompanied her explanation:“I chew my fingernails.” While Mrs. Aaron would agree that biting one’s nails in public would never make the top-ten on an etiquette list, she’s discovered that nibbling goes with the territory when both your sons are lacrosse goalies.

Her husband, Blaine (Deerfield Class of ’75), meanwhile, deals with the stress in a different way. “I like to walk around in the stands until I find a place where no one else is sitting so I can watch the game all by myself and concentrate on the kids,” said the proud pop.

Overall, though, mom and dad’s stress levels have never gotten too out of whack over the past decade. Fortunately for the Aarons, their two sons—Luke and Sean—are among the premier goaltenders in the entire country. Luke ’12, helped lead Deerfield to back-to-back Western New England Division I Boys Lacrosse League championships during his junior and senior years, and now has helped Duke earn consecutive NCAA Division I Men’s Lacrosse championships during his freshman and sophomore seasons.

Sean, who is five years older than Luke, nearly played his prep school lacrosse for Deerfield, too, but he wound up at Andover instead. Sean played for the Charlotte Hounds of Major League Lacrosse this summer and having played collegiately on the Division III level at Union College, making it to the MLL is a rare feat.

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Green to an undefeated junior season (15-0), as one of the best in school history. He credited “staying calm, staying poised, and staying focused,” as the keys to his success. Davis also pointed out that Luke has a great deal of confidence in his ability and has shown he isn’t shy about expressing that confidence.

“I remember Luke telling me that when he was in eighth grade in Great Falls, VA, he wrote a letter to Dom Starsia, the University of Virginia lacrosse coach. It said, ‘Dear Coach, you don’t know me, but I’m planning to start for you in goal in five years.’

“Luke was wrong as far as the team was concerned,” added Davis, “but he got the league (Atlantic Coast Conference) right.”

The Aarons haven’t always been a two-goalie family, however. Sean started out as an attackman and relegated Luke to goaltender so he could practice shooting on him. In order to make the high school JV team, though, Sean was asked to become a goalie as well.

“The coaches gave everyone on the team a turn at goaltender,” remembers Blaine, a Deerfield athlete in his own right, who finished second in the javelin his senior spring at the New England Championships, “but Sean was the only player who didn’t flinch when they shot on him.”

“I told them I played defense in hockey, so I was use to blocking shots,” said Sean, “and the rest, as they say, is history.”

Originally, not everyone in the family was happy about the switch, however.

“That night, we gathered around the table for supper,” remembered Mary. “I asked Sean if he had made the JV team and he said yes. He looked rather discouraged, though, so I asked what was wrong. He said he hadn’t made the team as an attackman, but as a goalie.”

With that, Luke immediately stood up, tossed his napkin on the table, and informed Sean, “You can’t be a goalie . . . I’m the goalie in this family.” //

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M O R E E V E N T S 1 The Deerfield Club of the Rockies at Vail: Michael Stone ’75 and his family, Robbie Robertson ’77, Howdy Fry ’75, Jenny Hammond, Page McLean ’98, Evan Crosby and John Hayward ’58 P’02.2 Robbie Robertson ’77, Evan Crosby, and Howdy Fry ’75 at Vail.3 Deerfield Club of the Bay Area pre-SF Giants game tailgate: Allen Damon ’78 P’13,’15, Marco Quazzo ’80, Peter Vestal ’81, Joyce Rood, Jack ’78 P’10,’11 and Brook Scott P’10, ’11; Andy Ling ’77. 4 DC Bay Area also hosted a family bowling event: l to r: Stu West ’87 and kids, Mike Reilly ’88, Andy Zangrilli ’89 and kids, Andrew Houghton ’81, Steve Katz ’70 (dec.) with guests, Jack Scott ’78 P’10,’11, Dan Scherotter ’87 and son.

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D A Y O F S E R V I C E : 1 2 DCSC partnered with Food Forward to harvest citrus fruit for local food banks: l to r: Bethany from Food Forward, Karen Nuelle P’17, Samantha Barnes ’97, Dwayne Gathers ’80, Scott Saikley ’94, Jamie Donenfeld, Roger Donenfeld ’73, Annabelle Rosborough ’03, Cy Creamer, Seth Barnes, Jacob Donenfeld.3 DCNE repainted classrooms at Phoenix Charter Academy in Chelsea (MA): Thanks to Julia di Bonaventura ’05, Tucker Holland ’85, Thomas Kennedy P’16, Tar Larner ’62, Sara Ofosu-Amaah ’01, Nii Ofosu Amaah, and Rebecca Pond ’98.4 DCDC participated in the 26th Annual Potomac River Watershed Cleanup sponsored by the Alice Ferguson Foundation: l to r: Rob McDowell ’81 P’18; Ted Lubin ’00,and Nat Emmons ’60.5 DCNYC at Homes for the Homeless in Queens: l to r Claire Koeppel ’18, Jane Chung P’17, Robert Nagle P’17, and David Koeppel ’76 P’14,’15,’18. 6 At PAVE Academy in Brooklyn: Spencer Robertson ’93 hosted DA volunteers: Daniel Angerhausen, Kale Fein ’07, Maggie Hines ’08, Marcia Mitchell ’01, Sarah Panagiotidis ’94, Matthew Rhone ’07, Doug Schmidt ’83, Sarah Snoddon ’08, Nathalie Weiss ’08, Lauren Zahringer ’06. 7 At The Food Bank of Western Mass: l to r: Gwen Majercak P’17, Kalina Majercak ’17, Dana Barry ’15, Meredith Speranza, Greg Melnik ’66, Riannon Hambleton ’06, Kerry Strayer P’11, Kelly Mannix, Simon Keochakian G’15, Joan Keochakian G’15, John Knight ’83.

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I began by asking five kids to pour what they thought was the percentage of fresh water on Earth into a 500ml water bottle. To my surprise, even though these children had themselves suffered from a lack of water, they had no idea what a limited resource it is; when I put a few drops of water into the cap to illustrate the actual amount of fresh water on our planet, everyone was shocked. It was a good foundation for moving on to the benefits of saving water through drip irrigation . . .

BY Andrea Leng ’15

I contacted Yuhai Elementary School; most of the students who went there had been relocated from extremely dry areas of Ningxia. The headmaster said he would try to gather around 50 students, but he couldn’t promise anything because parents might not be willing to send their kids all the way to school for a special lecture . . . As it turned out, over 200 students, ranging from ages 7 to 12, showed up in the classroom that morning. A fifth-grader later told me that it was the first time that someone from outside of their village had come to teach them about things other than the basic curriculum.

I used three test tubes for “plants” and three buckets for “soil,” and filled a watering can and a pipette with water. Then I asked three volunteers to fill the test tubes; the first by flooding the bucket, the second by sprinkling the water over the bucket, and the third by dripping water directly into the test tube. The results were clear: The third tube filled up quickly without wasting any water, while the first two showed different degrees of inefficiency. The kids drew the conclusion themselves: Drip irrigation was not only faster, but it saved water. The hands-on experiment worked well; after my presentation, many kids were still talking about it and passing along the flyers I had made to their parents.

This past summer I wasn’t able to go back to Yuhai Elementary School, but I stayed in touch.

I sent an email to the school, asking students to create a project to promote water conservation, in the hopes knowledge would flow in its own unique way. I also assisted the director of Moët Hennessey Chandon Vineyards in Ningxia to organize a lecture; Moët Hennessey runs the best working drip irrigation system in Ningxia, and setting an example for other farmers is a crucial step to a wider adoption of drip irrigation.

It’s not easy to have an immediate, positive impact on a community, and I’m not sure I accomplished that, but thanks to my Global Studies, Service, and Sustainibility Grant, I was at least able to lay the groundwork for sustainability by educating the children. My role in Ningxia wasn’t so much teacher as farmer. When I faced those 200 kids, I realized that my efforts and my encouragment of them had planted a seed—one that might ripen into something big. //

/ Andrea Leng ’15

Last year in one of my Global H2O classes Mr. Miller said that poverty, and problems caused by poverty, don’t necessarily result from a lack of resources, but from inefficient distribution of those resources. This is particularly true in China.

Growing up in Shanghai, I’ve never worried about running out of water or any resources; then I learned that thousands of people in northwestern China have to rely on one well to maintain their lives. I knew it was unfair that I got to take 20 minute showers while they didn’t even have a water faucet. So when my father told me that drip irrigation technology had been made available by the Asian Development Bank in the Ningxia, one of the dry areas of northwestern China, I hoped the water distribution problem there would finally be solved. I was wrong.

Drip irrigation systems can deliver water, along with fertilizers, through a thin tube that dispenses the mixture onto plants at a set speed.

Compared to traditional “flood irrigation,” drip irrigation saves 75 percent more water, 60 percent more fertilizer, and a substantial amount of labor. But in Ningxia, less than ten percent of suitable farmland is currently equipped with drip irrigation systems, and an even smaller percentage is actually in use.

When I learned of Deerfield’s Earle/Mendillo Family Service Fund, I immediately thought of doing something regarding drip irrigation in my homeland, but first I needed to do some research; I needed to figure out how to approach the problem. I decided to focus on education, and host a talk at a school in Ningxia, and that’s how I found myself standing in front of over 200 expectant faces, test tubes and buckets in front of me. My 600 dollar grant had helped me to prepare for my talk, and covered materials and transportation from Shanghai to Ningxia.

Initially, I thought it made sense to promote drip irrigation among the adults, since they are the decision makers, but I ruled out the idea for two reasons: First, as a teenager, I lacked authority in the eyes of these old-fashioned (and sometimes stubborn!) farmers. Second, I came to the conclusion that planting the idea of water conservation in the minds of children was a lot more important in the long run; they are the future, after all!

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Find the *key words in the jumble below. The remaining letters, read row by row (left to right, starting at the top), will reveal a famous saying. Send the lines to communications@deerfield.edu or to Puzzle, Communications Office, PO Box 87, Deerfield, MA 01342, and you’ll be entered to win a handmade Deerfield cloisonné ornament! (The winner will be chosen at random from all correct answers received by November 14, 2014.) *Tips: Circle only the key words listed below, and do not circle backwards words.

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Theodore Spaulding Bacon, Jr. May 16, 2014

Paul Sherman Bauer, Jr. May 9, 2014

Miner Dunham Crary, Jr. May 7, 2013

Lewis Charles Pounds March 31, 2014

Homer Frank Trautmann May 11, 2014

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Robert Freeman Sayre April 16, 2014

Ian Graeme Barbour December 24, 2013

Peter Alexander Darling March 19, 2014

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Joseph vanBeuren Wittmann, Jr. April 13, 2014

Frederic Woodbridge Constant March 26, 2014

John Edward Deady January 8, 2014

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Anthony Eaton Weymouth March 16, 2014

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Thomas Richardson Flagg June 9, 2014

Mr. David Cook Phillips II September 4, 2013

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Ronald George Worsley Jr. September 29, 2007

Don Allen Guinan January 27, 2014

Leonard Drorbaugh June 07, 2011

Robert Tyler Menzel October 20, 2013

Donald Allison Scott April 14, 2014

Robert Sherman Bennett, Jr. May 9, 2014

Alfred Robert Stern December 31, 2013

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James Dowdell Stanley February 24, 2013

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John Franklin Thorn June 13, 2014

Louis Walter Crow June 22, 2012

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Rudolph Lee Ridings May 14, 2014

1942 Stephen Linwood Aldrich December 24, 2013 Horace Ingraham Crary February 7, 2014 Donald Benjamin Julian April 15, 2014 Richard Montgomery Potter February 27, 2014

1943 Thomas William Field December 8, 2013 Henri Raoul Salaun June 4, 2014 Liston Ames Witherill II April 4, 2013

Burleigh Cruikshank, Jr. May 1, 2014 Arthur Baldwin King November 17, 2012

Deane Whitney Merrill, Jr. February 16, 2014

Frederick Christian Ulbrich, Jr. April 12, 2014

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Bruce Buick Van Dusen February 16, 2014

1950 Guy Darby Drake April 15, 2010

John Lansing Zabriskie March 13, 2014

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1987 Andrew Walter Raquet June 14, 2014 Mr. Charles Tully Denihan March 16, 2014

Charles Thompson Scribner March 10, 2014

Richard Mellon Scaife July 4, 2014 Peter Conrad Snell April 9, 2014

In Memoriam as of June 24, 2014. Please go to deerfield.edu/commonroom for the most up-to-date information on classmates, including obituaries.

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David H. Bradley Gerald Lauderdale R. Warren Breckenridge David Beals Findlay John Robin Allen Richard F. Boyden Renwick D. Dimond Hugh R. Smith Philip R. Chase Michael D. Grant Tom L’Esperance Joseph B. Twichell George Andrews Fonda Jon W. Barker Thomas M. Poor Peter W. Gonzalez Dwight E. Zeller Richard W. Ackerly Peter A. Acly Timothy J. Balch David D. Sicher Neal S. Garonzik Robert S. Lyle Edward G. Flickinger Andrew R. Steele David H. Bradley Douglas F. Allen John R. Bass George W. Lee John W. Kjorlien Douglas W. Squires G. Kent Kahle John L. Reed Bradford Warren Agry Joseph Frederick Anderson Michael C. Perry Robert Dell Vuyosevich Lawrence C. Jerome J. Christopher Callahan Geoffrey A. Gordon Dwight R. Hilson James L. Kempner Peter M. Schulte

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Marshall F. Campbell David R. DeCamp James Paul MacPherson J. H. Tucker Smith Wayne W. Wall Paul J. S. Haigney Stephen R. Quazzo Luis E. Bustamante Daniel F. Goss Augustus B. Field John B. Mattes Paul M. Nowak Andrew M. Blau Leonard J. Buck Kurt F. Ostergaard John H. Sangmeister Frank H. Reichel William Richard Ziglar John G. Knight J. Douglas Schmidt Gregory R. Greene B. Barrett Hinckley David W. Kinsley Christopher S. Miller David A. Rancourt Sydney M. Williams Henri R. Cattier Michael W. Chorske John D. Amorosi Andrew P. Bonanno Oscar K. Anderson Gustave K. Lipman Edward S. Williams Jeb S. Armstrong Justin G. Sautter Elizabeth B. Cooper Kristina I. Hess Jeffrey Morrison McDowell Clayton T. Sullivan Kimberly Ann Capello John T. Collura Christopher T. DeRosa Michelle Lin Greenip

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Charlotte York Matthews Class Captain Sarah D. Weihman Class Captain Marjorie Maxim Gibbons Widener Class Captain Daniel B. Garrison Annual Giving National Chair Daniel D. Meyer Reunion Chair Amy Sodha Harsch Class Captain Margot M. Pfohl Class Captain Thomas Dudley Bloomer Class Captain Ashley Muldoon Lavin Class Captain Alice Elizabeth Leiter Class Captain Vanessa Bazzocchi McCafferty Class Captain Okechukwu Ugwonali Class Captain Alexander Hooker Mejia Class Captain Christopher Colin Wallace Class Captain Michael P. Weissman Class Captain Lisa Rosemary Craig Reunion Chair Emily Jean Dawson Battle Reunion Chair James Dorr Dunning Class Captain William Malcolm Dorson Class Captain Robert Agee Gibbons Class Captain Terrence Paul O’Toole Class Captain Dorothy Elizabeth Reifenheiser Class Captain David Branson Smith Class Captain Serena Stanfill Tufo Class Captain Eric David Grossman Class Captain Tara Ann Tersigni Class Captain Nicholas Zachary Hammerschlag Class Captain Caroline C. Whitton Class Captain H. Jett Fein Reunion Chair Anne R. Gibbons Reunion Chair Bentley J. Rubinstein Reunion Chair Torey A. Van Oot Reunion Chair Kevin C. Meehan Class Captain Matthew McCormick Carney Class Captain Elizabeth Conover Cowan Class Captain Jennifer Ross Rowland Class Captain Sarah Helen Brim Class Captain Robert Haldane Swindell Class Captain Elizabeth Utley Schieffelin Class Captain Nicholas Warren Squires Class Captain Nicholas Morgan Rault Class Captain

Class Notes and Photos: deerfield.edu/commonroom

OBJECT LESSON LOST (AND FOUND) 1957 CLASS RING

In the spring of his junior year, James Laskin ’57 was doing what Deerfield students have done for generations: hanging out at the river. His fingers shrank in the cold, refreshing water, and his class ring slipped away . . .

Fast forward 57 years—through numerous events, including the “100-year flood” brought on by Hurricane Irene in 2011, when at its peak, the Deerfield River was dumping 90,000 cubic feet of water per second into the Connecticut River—to a hot, sunny afternoon this past summer, when Declan Cullinane was knee-deep in the water, looking for lamprey eels. His father, Deerfield science teacher Dennis Cullinane, and Declan’s buddy, Milo, were nearby.

“I was looking for lamprey eels—and I saw a ring between the rocks.”—Declan Cullinane, age 11 “I saw something shiny in the water,” Declan says. “It was kind of stuck under a rock, but it looked like a circle, so I yelled to my dad that I thought there was a ring in the water.”

“I think my response was something like, ‘You don’t see a ring!’” laughs Dr. Cullinane. But then Declan waded over and stuck his hand in the water . . . Sure enough, it was a ring, and in remarkably good shape for having been in the river for almost six decades.

Now the ring has finally moved—all the way across the country to California­—back to James Laskin. //

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