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Posted on: Jul 11, 2019 at 4:34 AM
I often can't remember specifics of friendships I had at Baldwin High School fifty-four years ago, but if I remember a name and recognize a face like I remember Barb's, I know I knew her once. We may have shared a class or several classes, we may have had one or two mutual friends, I don't know, but her passing saddens me. I want to offer her family my condolences.
I too am deeply saddened to learn of Harry's passing. He was an upfront guy, always. He held his friends closely. I offer my condolences to you, Janet, and to your family. I hope you take comfort knowing that many of us from our class at Baldwin cherish fond memories of our friendship with Harry, and with you.
I hope you weathered the storm and all is alright with you and your family. We're just getting a little of the remaining rain today from Florence. Nothing much.
Posted on: Sep 06, 2018 at 2:38 PM
No I don't remember a priest with that name. St. Gabriel's was such a center for fun for so many of us. I don't know if you saw Dan Szymanski's post from the Post Gazette about the Carr girls. Although I don't remember the Carr family, reading the story really made the tragedy real.
I'm sorry to hear of Jeannette's death. We shared many classes together in our formative years at Overlook. I want to extend my sincere condolences to her family.
Awake a few minutes tonight so i thought I'd start a game with you, my fellow classmates. If there's anything that sticks us all together it's the music we grew up with. So wishing you happiness for the holidays, I'm starting a 'name that tune' and 'name that group'. This one should grease up every joint in your body and bring a smile of joy. These are the abbreviated first lyrics:
"Well, you know..."
The death of any of our classmates, whether I knew them or not, whether I remember them or not, leaves a mark, a scar.
Carol was the first person from our class whom I learned had died. I really felt that could not have happened. When we were young we lived only three doors apart on Greenridge Dr. so we knew each other well. I have an enduring mental picture of her giddily leaping from her toes into the air, launching herself into a piroette, landing and gleefully leaping up again, a platinum blonde curl bouncing off her forehead and returning to place. She was happy, close to her brother Paul and to her parents. In and around 1955 she and Paul would run down the street past my house to meet their father as he arrived home on a bus from work. They skipped and held his hand heading home.
Thinking of and praying for your recovery. I greatly admire your strength.
Posted on: Sep 24, 2016 at 3:21 PM
Hi David, What pictures?
Yes, Paul, I remember Darryl on the trombone. And I also remember his sense of humor. He looks so good in the reunion photograph, it's difficult to swallow that he's gone. I want to pass on my deeply felt sympathies and sorrow to his family.