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1943
Joseph D. Hayes
(603) 964-6503 • jhayes697@yahoo.com
The year was 1937. My family was living in Newtonville, Massachusetts, and I was 12 years old. I remember a big man visiting our house in the spring, recruiting my brother, Bob, to come to a school called Kimball Union Academy somewhere in New Hampshire. The gentleman was of course Bill Brewster, headmaster of the school. Bob joined the Class of 1940, and when my turn came, I joined the Class of 1943.
During my brother’s time my parents would drive up to visit and I would tag along. They would stay at the Moody Hotel, and I stayed in Bob’s room, which was quite exciting for a 12-year-old. To this day I’m still impressed with the win-loss record of the football team, coached by Fred Carver. They won every game and were never scored on. Unheard of! Years later, when my son, Jack, attended KUA, I came to know Tony Wishinski, who captained the team and then went on to attend Middlebury.
In the hurricane of 1938, the top of the old gum was blown off. With New England frugality, the school used the boards to repair the hockey rink behind Chellis Hall. Fortunately, all the students were housed in the dining room at the bottom of DR, where I worked as a part of the waitstaff. Chef Albert allowed us to have a second scoop of ice cream. He endeared himself to all of us. It snowed a lot in those days, and clearing the ice fell to members of the hockey team, using shovels only.
And then came December 7, 1941. Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, and we were at war. Mr. Collins, our hockey coach, as well as many students were drafted. Eventually Baxter was taken over by the Navy for flight training. But our sports teams, including hockey, lived on.
Looking back almost 80 years, I still have great memories of my time spent at KUA. It warms my heart to see a small prep school with no endowment survive and achieve the status it enjoys today.
1948
Don Spear
(207) 518-9093 • ponderingpundit@gmail. com
I missed the spring issue—a first for me since taking on this task for the class. I’m sorry, but I was in the hospital and a rehab facility recovering from congestive heart failure. I’m feeling much better but that sure has slowed me down some (and I wasn’t known as “Speedy” to begin with). If my late wife, Ellie, were still here, she’d say I had finally achieved it: being able to fall asleep on my feet!
I have one death to report, that
of Robert Charles Kelly. Bob spent one year at KUA, entering as a senior in the fall of 1947. He was a key player on the varsity football, basketball, and baseball teams. He was also active in the Glee Club, the Debate Club, and Dramatics. Bob was 91 and living in Concord, New Hampshire, when he died on September 4, 2020. He was born on October 9, 1929, in Teaneck, New Jersey. He was one of 17 of our classmates who went on to Dartmouth College, Class of 1952. In 1956, he was commissioned a lieutenant in the U.S. Navy, served aboard the aircraft carrier Boxer, and was stationed in San Diego, California. That’s where he met and courted his future wife, Ann (Feeney), who predeceased him. They were married in New Jersey and settled in Park Ridge. Bob worked for Chase Manhattan Bank in Manhattan. He always loved the outdoors and soon moved his young family to Hanover, New Hampshire, and began working for Dartmouth National Bank. He introduced his family to skiing, hiking, and watching Dartmouth football games. He had been a member of its football team when he was a student, so rooting for the Big Green was a family must. Bob ended his career working for the Small Business Administration in Concord, New Hampshire. Bob was predeceased by Ann and children Eileen and Shaun. He was survived by children Brian and Maureen and grandchildren Lathrop, Rachael, Stephen, Andrew, Addison, and Quinton. A private family service was held for him on September 17, 2020, at Christ the King Parish in Concord.
I survived getting political in the fall 2020 issue of this magazine, but for the first time in my life I am feeling my age. This has caused me to ponder the inevitable more. I have been doing a lot of reading on mediation and Zen, which I wish I had done long ago.
I saw a quote in a Dear Abby column from November 2010 that I put in the files I keep for preparing these columns. It’s still there, so I’m assuming I haven’t passed it along yet: “Dwelling on what you’re missing instead of what you’ve got is a prescription for misery.” What was I doing reading Dear Abby? During the early years of my general practice, I handled divorce cases. (I also read her sister’s column.)
I was encouraged by a delightful email from Ted Branch, son of our deceased classmate, Jim Branch, commenting on the mention of his father in my last column. I sent him a couple of stories and memories about his dad, who was probably my closest friend at KUA—perhaps in part because he was only an inch or so taller than me. He was a daredevil and possessed more courage per square inch than anyone else in our class, save perhaps Chuck Massey or Gene Teevens. I realize that I must have been the shortest member of our class. That stirred up another memory from my wonderful 58-year marriage to Ellie until her death three years ago. Her great mind and wit kept my bulging ego somewhat under control. One time when I was trying to explain some particular behavior of mine by saying “it was my Napoleonic aura,” she rejoined, “More likely, it was just a continuing expression of your runt complex.”
Until the next issue: Be of good cheer, do good works, stay healthy, and keep on keeping on.
1953
Stanford B. Vincent
(508) 457-6473 • stan@vincentcurtis.com
Pete Bowser reports from California that now that the COVID situation has begun to ease, he’s finishing up another season of bocce and once again enjoying lunching with his pals. He and Sue are looking forward to resuming in-person concerts of their local main symphony.
“Looking back almost 80 years, I still have great memories of my time spent at KUA.” —JOSEPH D. HAYES ’43
Pete Whiteside and Jeri are keeping active and, as they’ve been doing for the last several years, continue to shuttle between Illinois and Florida.
This summer Carol and I followed the Black Eagle Jazz Band to New Hampshire and Maine and while Down East were able to spend part of a day with Charlie Harriman at his beautiful home just outside Falmouth. Charlie has many fond memories of KUA, particularly the ski program of which he was a member and of the team winning all the major tournaments in 1953. It was the first time since graduation in Meriden 68 years ago that Charlie and I had seen each other. He, like several others in our class, now head to Florida to avoid the snow.
Helen and Paul Russo met Carol and me recently during lunch at the Wayside Inn in Sudbury, Massachusetts. Both of our families continue to grow, with grandchildren and now great-grandchildren to keep us busy and happy.
The latchstring is always out here on Cape Cod. Please drop a line or give us a call.
1955
Warren Huse
(603) 524-6593 • warrenhuse1@gmail.com
On page 51 of the fall issue of this magazine, I learned that George Jackson had passed away on December 26, 2020. George, whom we knew as “Stonewall” back then, joined us for senior year from Wellesley, Massachusetts, and was active in the yearbook, Outing Club, rec skiing, and ski patrol. George was a 1954 graduate of Wellesley High School and a 1959 graduate of Middlebury, where he met his future wife, Linda Ruth Brewster. After serving in the Army Signal Corps, George worked for Remington Arms Corp., with a career of nearly 30 years in purchasing. He lived in Ilion, New York, where he was an elder in the First Presbyterian Church and a member of the National Ski Patrol and the Elks. George and Linda retired and moved in 2005 to Shelburne, Vermont, where George volunteered at the UVM Medical Center and served as deacon at the First Congregational Church of Essex Junction. In addition to Linda, the family includes sons Bradford and Reid, daughter Andrea, brothers Thad and Thomas, and seven grandchildren. The class sends condolences.
Time marches on: A new administration in Washington, D.C., nears its first year; controversy continues regarding the events of January 6, 2021; and we are leaning into the runup to the off-year elections in 2022. I often wonder what A.D. Adams would think of today’s current events. It has been 66 years and counting since we graduated from KUA. According to the 1955 Concordia, there were 72 of us and, by my count, another 10 or so who left before senior year. Approximately 34 of us are still around, scattered from Maine to California, including New Hampshire, Massachusetts, New Jersey, Tennessee, Indiana, Ohio, New York, and Florida. Back in August, George Place and I had a Zoom conversation with Stacey Summerfield, who had joined KUA a few weeks earlier as director of institutional advancement. I put those statistics together for her information.
As of late October, George Place reported: “Howard Goldberg and I were the only ’55ers to attend the celebration of Al Munro’s life in Newbury, New Hampshire, on October 10, but KUA was well represented by past and present school staff and members of other classes. About 140 people were in attendance from Allan’s past, including his large extended family, Dartmouth, Greenwich Associates (he was a founding partner), and a raft of other friends. Kathy Munro deserves tremendous credit for organizing this very successful remembrance of her husband. In addition to KUA’s Woodie Haskins, Joan and Steve Bishop and Tim Knox, I chatted with Blake Munro, Al’s “little” brother (he’s 6’3”). I inquired about Bill Flickinger from his nephew, Goeff ’77, who reported that Bill is doing okay and has the help of an aide to get around.” George continues: “I called Norm Letarte last week and he, likewise, is doing okay, but eyesight issues keep him from driving. He is thankful for neighbors who assist him and Anneliese with shopping, etc. During the summer I talked to Walter Phelps, a retired stockbroker who keeps active by day-trading securities. He sits in front of two computer screens watching and reacting to the action on Wall Street. Pete Smith called me to inquire about Al’s celebration of life, following which I was able to get information mailed out to him and other members of our class. As a result, I received kind re-
sponses from Byron Koh, Vin Godleski, Ron Harrison, and Warren. I recently talked to Joe Dickinson and tentatively planned to have lunch somewhere this fall. Maybe someone would like to join us for old time’s sake. As for me, I’m buying a condo currently under construction in Pinehills in Plymouth, Massachusetts, as an investment. I’m probably too old to take this on but the challenge of working with the developer on interior components and design features will, I hope, keep some brain cells from going south. My daughter-law, who is a design buff, is a huge help. In December, I’ll be traveling to Hawaii to commemorate the 80th anniversary of Pearl Harbor. I’m going with two friends, and the tour guide is a military historian I have been with to Cuba, Gettysburg, and Vietnam. This will be a chance to find out if General Short and Admiral Kimmel really screwed up in 1941 or took the hit for all the folks in Washington, including Roosevelt.”
Howie Goldberg writes: “As you know, George and I, with Carolyn and Sheila, attended the celebration of life for Al Munro. It was well attended. He was an amazing guy, not only back when we were all causing problems at KUA, but for the remainder of his life. He made quite an impact on the world, particularly on those of us fortunate enough to have known him. Sheila and I are keeping well and keeping safe— so far. We were both scheduled with Walgreens to get our Moderna booster shot. Sheila got hers, then they cancelled mine. I’m not sure why. Maybe I insulted Mr. Walgreen sometime in the past. Fortunately, our doctor subsequently received his allotment and has scheduled me for my shot soon. Usually, Sheila and I get out to Lenox, Massachusetts, during the summer to check out the music, art, and theater in the area. While we’re there we plan a stop for lunch with Fran and Byron Koh. Unfortunately, we haven’t made it the last two years. By and I have had a couple of phone calls, but that doesn’t replace the in-person visit. George and I have managed to get
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together for lunch since we live near each other. It may become an issue soon when the weather gets too cold to eat outside. We are still not comfortable eating inside a restaurant. I hope our classmates are keeping well and happy.”
Bruce Whitney writes from Sanbornton, New Hampshire: “We did stay safe from COVID and will get the booster shot. We had the sailboat in the water this summer, but did not do any sailing, just used it like a cottage for swimming and socializing. The weather was not very good, too hot or too much wind or no wind. We’re not doing much traveling anymore, but did go to a Navy reunion in Washington, D.C., in September. Traveling is not fun anymore and we are happy to stay home. With age, health problems are increasing with knees, heart, and eyes. Stay well.”
From Ron Harrison: “In the early spring, I will be starting my eighth year teaching watercolor painting to a class limited to 10 students that has a waiting list. I have some students who never picked up a brush before who are winning and selling. I have won three times at the prestigious Marblehead Festival of the Arts and also at shows in Florida, Maine, and New Hampshire. Portraits I have done exist in Minnesota, Michigan, California, Florida, and Texas. I enjoy painting original Christmas cards based on Salem’s glorious history and for 14 years have done a painting of some site in Salem complete with a historical blurb on the backside. I am running out of sites. Heart problems have forced me to give up flying and I miss it. I greatly
miss both Paul Buckley and Dick Cleary and rue their untimely deaths. Both were roommates of mine, Paul at KUA and Dick at Brown. And, of course, I miss Al Munro, not as a roommate but as a great human being who had the fine touch of making everyone feel better for having known him. My first great-grandchild, Ivy Jane Davis, was born this summer and is, like her mother, beautiful. My daughter’s triplet children, two girls and a boy, turn 16 in November and are grandchildren to be proud of—and I am.”
Vin Godleski sent the following: “My update will be very similar to everyone else’s, so I’ll just mention one new pursuit. To be able to talk shop with our grandkids, I am studying up on things in their area of specialty. I’ve found it difficult and it doesn’t work the way I thought it would. Discussions with Rachel, an operating room transplant nurse, are best held well after lunch. I can’t discuss cyberwarfare with Ensign Paul; he just talks about Navy football. Madison is a physicist working on weapon systems, but quantum physics and quarks are not conversation starters. When all that gives me a headache, I can talk with Aubreigh, who is a practicing neurologist physician assistant. And I can still resolve all the world’s problems over beers with my hockey buddies. All is well in rural New Jersey.”
From Walter Phelps: “I thought I would outline what my agenda has been since graduating from the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy in 1959 with a B.S. degree and as a commissioned ensign in the U.S. Navy. I was on active duty for 11 months, was denied the opportunity for Naval Graduate School, and refused a promotion. I decided to retire from the Navy as the lowest-ranking officer if I decided to join the reserves. I then entered the maritime industry and went from a test engineer to my last position as worldwide manager of customer service. During those 10 years, I worked on two nuclear submarines, installing the main propulsion machinery and the turbo generators. This was as a civilian. My first wife wanted a home body, not someone traveling all the time. I took this opportunity to follow my hobby, which was and is investing. Bonnie and I have been married for 40-plus years and I became a stepfather to her two children and a stepgrandfather to four. I had two boys; one passed away at age 52 and the other started a business in Houston, Texas, 20 years ago with four employees. He just sold the company with 170 employees and banked a ton of money. For the last three years, we have been living in a retirement community. Bonnie loves it; not so much with me. I have been on 43 cruises (two of which were underwater on the submarines). One might ask why so many. My answer is simply I don’t want to be on vacation in just one place for seven-plus days. I needed a daily challenge. Also, I was diagnosed with recurrent melanoma in 1990, when I did a couple of experimental protocols that really worked. Some have asked, ‘Why spend so much time in the sun?’ My answer: ‘Respect the sun!’ I got my tans in the casino.”
George Place reports he met with Joe Dickinson in early November at Joe’s house in Northborough, Massachusetts. Joe “recalled the successes he had with a partner in the dog racing circuit. He groomed the huskies [mix breeds, I surmised] and they raced all over the world—even in Laconia in the 1960s. Also recalled his house on Martha’s Vineyard, his time in Denver doing medical lab work, and taking care of his old historic house and barn, with two tenants who are helping to pay for the property’s upkeep and some other memories we have of growing up as neighbors in Waban.”
I continue turning out two pages of local history every Saturday for the local Laconia, New Hampshire, newspaper. It’s only now, after doing this for 30-plus years, that I’m beginning to really understand this history and its interpretation. Too soon we get old, too late we get smart. More Zoom programs and meetings, flu and Covid-19 booster shots, masks, and avoidance of large numbers of people. Our historical society has been posting a series of colonial and early 19th-century local history events on Facebook, which seem to attract a lot of interest. (In-person gatherings are still being held in abeyance.) There are things to like on Facebook—along with other things I could do without. In closing, in putting these notes together, I try to contact classmates for whom we have an email address. (By the way, the magazine got mine wrong in the fall issue: It’s warrenhuse1@ gmail.com.) If you have not received an email from me, it’s because we don’t have your email address. If you do have email, we’d appreciate your letting us know so you can be included. (And email is a far stretch from the time when Mrs. Chellis operated the magneto switchboard for the Meriden Telephone Co. in her kitchen down the hill and we had to turn a crank to place a call.)
Just before deadline, we received notification that Charles Robert Dart, 85, of Big Otter Lake in Fremont, Indiana, passed away January 6, 2022. Charlie had attended Admiral Ballard Academy and White Plains High School and joined us at KUA as a senior, where he was active in glee club, choir, the Players, Outing Club and rec skiing. A graduate of the University of Vermont, with a B.S. in business and industrial engineering, he served three years in the U.S. Navy. Charlie founded Commercial Identifications Inc., Consumer Retirement Services Inc., and Dart Associates Inc., cofounded American Hilton Life Insurance Co., and was a board member of Greenfield Life Insurance Co. He was past president of the Pine Valley Community Association, monitor of Faith United Church of Christ, a 40-year member of the Sitzmark Ski Club, and a world traveler with his wife of more than 50 years, Sylvia. He enjoyed tennis, boating, and singing in the church choir. Charlie loved to travel and was known to say to Sylvia, “Let’s drive to Labrador or Vancouver tomorrow.” On his 50th birthday he purchased a con-
verted Greyhound bus—“with four on the floor and no power steering”—and drove 12,000 miles to Alaska and back across Canada. Family members include Sylvia; son William and his wife, Debra; and grandchildren William II and Addison. The class sends condolences to all.
1961
Bill Hager
whagar467@comcast.net I received this note from Carleton Jones: “I’m sorry to have been out of touch for so long. Thank you for carrying the torch for our class. I was back to Meriden in the summer to officiate at the burial service for Doug Carver, with a reception afterward in the Guest House. There was a big crowd and several good tributes were offered. I’ve attached the address I gave for the occasion. I am living in New York City with my Dominican community in the parish where I was pastor from 2005 to 2010: St. Vincent Ferrer on Lexington Avenue between 65th and 66th streets. Though I am retired from public ministry, I keep busy with various internal jobs for my community, staying in touch with friends in the city, and doing some writing. This year, I finished a memoir in two books called Recollections. There’s quite a lot about KUA and Meriden in Book I. Book II requires a second email. Hoping to see you at our 61st!
The following is drawn from Carleton’s comments at the burial service for Doug Carver last summer.
“Now that Jane, David, Nancy, Gudrun, Kathy, Kirk, and I have become the elders of our families, I want to recall what Jessie said to Kathy and me when our mother died: ‘We will be your Meriden family.’ She was putting into words what Kathy and I had always felt—that when we were with the Carvers in Meriden, we were home.
“Doug and I met in the fourth grade and went through KUA together. I was part of his crew to collect sap for his syrup cauldron behind the headmaster’s house. I think we might have been the only two boys to recite poetry at the Class Day exercises. We thought of each other as friends, but we were quite different: Doug saw no good reason to leave Meriden, and I could hardly wait to move out to the city; Doug was a fine athlete, and I was not; Doug was a boy of few words, and I was a boy of many (too many) words.
“A problem with city life is that if you have success at what you do, it promotes the illusion that you’re in charge. That’s why the titans of Wall Street are called ‘Masters of the Universe.’ Things may happen to dispel that illusion—failing at business or getting old, for example. But Doug chose a way of life that doesn’t allow illusions of mastery. Living and working on the land in the company of animals, tending gardens, making maple syrup, adjusting to changes of weather and seasons, enduring the resistance of the things you work with—that whole way of life instills the fact that you are not in charge.
“If we allow life to teach us the basic fact that we are not in charge, we open ourselves to the knowledge of who is in charge. From the Book of Job: ‘Ask the animals and they will teach you…the birds of the air, the plants of the earth, the fish of the sea will declare to you…the hand of the Lord has done this….In His hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of every human being.’ And from the Confessions of St. Augustine: ‘I asked the earth…the sea and the deeps…the creeping things that lived [on the earth]…the breezy air, the sun, moon, and stars [and they replied] we are not your god. [So I pleaded] tell me something about Him. And with a loud voice they exclaimed, “He made us.” ’ St. Augustine adds: ‘My questioning [of all these creatures] was my observing of them’—taking notice of them, getting to know them, coming to appreciate them, as Doug’s whole way of life demanded of him. ‘And their beauty was their reply.’ The more one is immersed in nature and its creatures, the more one’s heart is drawn by their beauty— and to their Creator.
“St. Augustine goes on to ask, ‘What is it that I love [my God] in loving you?’ Our hearts find no rest in the beauty of nature and its creatures because they pass away—and we pass away. He asks, can the beauty of creation be found in the Creator, such that we can rest in it forever? And he answers, yes—for God, the Creator, ‘is the light, sound, fragrance, food… of my inner man—where that light shines into my soul which no place can contain, where that sounds which time snatches not away, where there is a fragrance which no breeze disperses, where there is a food which no eating can diminish.…This is what I love, when I love my God.’
“Doug was ‘planted’ here in Meriden, like the tree in his poem that ‘stand(s) waiting, waiting to be born again.’ His dying was a passage out of time to his Creator, waiting for the new creation that is promised in the Word of God, ‘where death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain any more, for the former things have passed away. And he who sat upon the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” ’ ”
For any of you who would like to receive Jonesie’s autobiographical writings, I will be glad to forward by email if you contact me at whagar467@comcast.net.
Here in Vermont, Jeninne and I completed our vaccinations in April and have been attempting to return our living to “normal” ever since. Throughout the initial COVID onslaught, Vermont frequently achieved best-in-the-nation status. Unfortunately, the Delta variant has penetrated here much more than we would like, and current infection rates now are higher than they were last spring. With vaccination access for children 5-11 starting and boosters for those older than 65 available, we look forward to better public health and release from the threat of disease soon. No one in my immediate family has yet been directly affected. We do enjoy regular contact with two of our three children and four of five grandchildren who live within a mile of us. Saturday night family dinner has become a common occurrence. It’s a whole lot like having Thanksgiving dinner once a week. Ski season will be upon us soon. Killington (only 10 miles away) has been blowing snow for some time now to get ready for the Women’s World Cup race on Thanksgiving weekend. Last year, I skied only one day, as I found COVID restrictions took all the fun out of it. I hope to get back to at least 20 days this year.
1967
Bob Jamback
bobjamback@yahoo.com
Greetings to all, and good health as well. Recently, my wife and I got our flu shots and our third vaccination. On October 28, I went skating for the first time since last November’s fall. While it was enjoyable, I truly wonder if I will return, as I felt somewhat hesitant about the whole endeavor. I might take up Jim McCaffrey’s idea of retiring the skates.
Bill Hogan shared news: He and his wife of 40 years, Melanie, have lived since 1988 in Las Vegas, where Bill is in commercial real estate. They have two granddaughters, ages 6 and 9. Bill also has a sister in Boston and one in Maine. He attended Ted Burnham’s wedding on Nantucket in 2008. In Las Vegas, he had dinner with Fred Willis,
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1. 2008: Kalin Gregory-
Davis ’08, Julia MacDonald
’08, and Sophie Bodnar ’08 2. 1999: Tim Laflam ’97 and Zannie Norgang ’99
3. Molly Bourne Steffey ’92
and Chris Yoshida ’96
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who spoke highly of KUA’s current hockey program.
Next June will see our 55th reunion. I hope many can make it back to Meriden for the weekend.
1969
Malcolm Cooper
(802) 867-25228 • tractormalc@gmail.com
I got together with Paul Menneg for the first time in maybe 50 years for a day of skiing and reminiscing at Loon Mountain. We were good pals at KUA, and our lives took different directions for the intervening years. It was a fun visit. Paul skis better than he did when he was in Meriden; I ski worse. Paul has a small place on the mountain. I hadn’t skied Loon and found it to be quite nice, considering it was in New Hampshire, rather than my home state of Vermont!
1975
The alumna formerly known as Peter Fuhrmeister is pleased to inform classmates that she is now known as Polly Fuhrmeister. Polly lives in Clinton, Massachusetts, and has three wonderful children and four adorable grandchildren.
1981
Sarah Lummus
sarah@ics.com
Deena Smith MacDonald, Carl Strong, and I attended at Lee Walker’s wedding at Walker Farm in Meriden.
Scott Barry recently attended a Blue Lives Matter rally with fellow
alumni Ray Jacques, Steve Baker, and Bob Fitzgerald ’82.
1989
Melissa Longacre
mlongacre@myfairpoint.net It was nice to hear from a few of you. It has been a beautiful fall here in Plainfield-Meriden and my husband, chocolate Lab, and I make frequent use of the trail system at the Plainfield School connecting to the trail system on French’s Ledges that Ira Townsend started.
Andrea Bueno Keen and her family live just down the road from the Plainfield School, where she is substituting. Their two children, Sebastian and Pip, are now at KUA. Andrea and Sebastian traveled to Indiana this summer and were near the Jonas family farm, so had to stop by and say hi to Jim, his family, and the goats! Pip will be in the fall play.
Jennifer Biuso Dunn made a trip to New Hampshire this summer, and Hil-
lary Mathewson and Lisa Cenci Sherman joined her for some paddle boarding and floating on Little Lake Sunapee! Jen is quite the artist—check out her work on her Facebook page. Beautiful!
I spoke with Robyn Sachs Carpenter this fall. Her family is still on the Cape. She has been operating throughout the pandemic, as cancer doesn’t hold for these kinds of things. We are hoping to catch up with an in-person visit soon.
I would love to catch up with more of you—drop me a line and fill me in!
1992
Molly Bourne Steffey reports, “It was so fun to meet up with Chris Yoshida ’96 for dinner in London on a recent trip I took to the United Kingdom. Chris and his wife, Sydney, are enjoying life across the pond and are as busy as ever with career and raising their two daughters. Closer to home, I caught up with Mike Coelho and Amy Coelho Cokinos ’93 at KUA Family Weekend; all three of us have KUA seniors this year! Finally, I want to say a special congratulations to Kevin Wickless,
who tied the knot with Cristin Bullen this fall!”
1996
Bianca Saul
kuaclass1996@gmail.com
I hope you and your families are safe and well. COVID fatigue, both mental and physical, a year and a half later is still an issue for many of us. I send all of you positive energy and good thoughts, especially to those still facing challenges from COVID.
The years 2020 and 2021 will remain unforgettable. For me, they will be marked by the loss of my dad. For us, as a class, 2020 was the first year we lost classmates, Turley Muller in January and Michael Trombley in May. Like some of you, I learned of Michael’s passing earlier this year when his wife, Annie, invited everyone to a celebration of life. Michael was a kind, loving, and fun friend to many of us and always had a smile at the ready. Dwayne Rhodes shared the following: “I can still hear your laugh from 25 years ago. We had to fight to see who was going to get the biggest pants during football. During practice, you used to box people out like Darryl Dawkins and Charles Barkley. You had speed, my dude, and a wicked jumper. Had great practices with you, Turls, and V. The jokes we used to have, oh my lawd, some fun times. Remember me, you, and Muse in the front of the line leading our team into the trenches? You saved me more than a few times from getting my clocked clean. Thanks for the memories. One love, my dude.”
Speaking of 25 years and memories: Our 25th class reunion this past June, although virtual, was a great way for many to reconnect with classmates and faculty. For some of us, the virtual format made it possible to attend for the first time. Can you believe that some of us have kids looking at col-
1. Andrea Stern P’19 hosted a holiday gathering for alumni and families at die Firma in New York City.
2. Zannie Norgang ’99, Michael Norgang ’03, and
Colleen Norgang ’03
—DWAYNE RHODES ’96 AT THE CELEBRATION OF LIFE FOR MICHAEL TROMBLEY ’96
