THE WI NEWSLETTER


Editor: Roleta Smith Meredith Issue 30 February 2002




THE OLD SWIMMING HOLE

Yearning for some warmer weather? This being the month of hearts and flowers, wouldn't you love to hop in the car with some old friends and loved ones, drive to that old swimming hole and celebrate Valentine's Day? Don't you wish you could take some cokes, a few hot dogs and go there right now? Well, sit back, close your eyes and dream along with me. Let's float along on that clear, cool water and let the hot sun shine on your face. Hold the hand of that one who is dearest to your heart and let's all sing "Down by the Old Mill Stream." Smile, laugh, enjoy! Here is a website where you can go and find that place where we are going to enjoy the lazy, uncaring freedom of our youth once more! Just type this website into your browser or click on this hyperlink, http://www.swimmingholes.org/    then you need to scan to the bottom of the page where you will find West Virginia listed. Click on West Virginia and we are off! You will see a map of West Virginia --- click on one of the 25 swimming hole locations on the map (some have pictures) and jump in the water with all of your friends!

Thanks to Dick Hanifan for providing me with this web address.




NEWSLETTER STAFF

So many of you must think I have a staff that helps with the newsletter, I don't. The staff is Judy and me. You readers do the rest by contributing!




HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FEBRUARY BABIES!

Feb. 2      Bobbie Snyder Prochelo WI '59    Prochelob@aol.com

Feb. 7      Bob Teter WI '60    Bteter@netzero.net

Feb. 23    Lanie Zabeau Norteman ND '62    Laniebeau@aol.com

If you haven't sent us your birthday, take a moment and write to either Gary Weiner, cias@iolinc.net or Roleta1@aol.com and let us know your birthdate. Thank you.




WI LIBRARY
If you were a student librarian at WI will you please write to me about your experience working there? If you have a special memory of the library would you share it with us? In the March newsletter we will run a picture of the library and your contributions. Thank you for helping to make this an interesting endeavor.




TOM MARSHALL VISITS DUBLIN, IRELAND



You asked for pictures for the Newsletter, attached is a picture from my trip to Dublin this summer. It was taken outside the Martello Tower, which now houses the James Joyce Tower Museum in Sandycove. I am holding a copy of his novel "Ulysses." The museum has artifacts of Joyce's career, including a copy of the first Paris edition of "Ulysses" that was banned in America, and a death mask of Joyce. The weather was typical Irish summer, high 50's, cloudy, breezy, and light showers.




LAST NOTICE
CLARKSBURG PICNIC IN SARASOTA , FLORIDA

Have you made your reservations for the Clarksburg Picnic to be held in Sarasota, Florida? The date is Saturday March 2, 2002. This is the last notice you will be receiving before the picnic. Just e-mail me and tell me if you are going to be attending. I will be sending directions to the park to all who respond. I must have a definite count so I can purchase supplies and meat. Remember anyone and everyone is welcome, not just WI graduates. We want to see people from WI, Victory, Notre Dame and Roosevelt Wilson. It is a Clarksburg Picnic. So put your little mouse right over my e-mail address located at the end of this paragraph, click your mouse and write to me and say, "YES, I WILL BE THERE!" There is no deadline just notify me before the picnic so I can have your name tag waiting for you. Roleta1@aol.com




IT WASN'T ALWAYS THE GOOD OLD DAYS

written and submitted by: David Noe (ND '65)
DBN4par@aol.com

Many people talk about the good old days, referring to safety, less traffic/congestion, and a simpler way of life. That's true to a great extent, but that wasn't always the case.

Here's an incident that happened in 1960 in the Chestnut Hills area of Clarksburg which could have been tragic, but ended up in faith and admiration of one's father.

I was walking home from a friend's house one evening around 7:30 pm. It was in the fall and night was fast approaching. I walked past Strother's Store on the corner of Frederick Street and Chestnut, then past the Amoco gas station and on past Van Buren Street. Right in front of Virginia Oliverio's house my harrowing experience began.

I walked towards 2 older boys, probably 17-18, one of whom I knew and I said, "Hey" and he responded in kind. As I passed them, the one I knew said, "Wait a minute" and we walked back towards one another. He asked me if I had any money, that he needed some money to buy cigarettes. I replied that I didn't have any money. "C'mon", he said, "look in your pockets". In those days a 13 year old kid, as I was, knew if he or she had any money. I said, "I'm sure I don't have any money", but I went fingering through my trouser pockets. After which, "Nope, no money", I said. The one I knew, said, "Bull shi_, let me look", and he began to go through my pockets, only to find, as I had told him, nothing. If I had any money, at this point in time, I would have gladly given it to him. And the kind of kid I was, if I had any to begin with, I would have given it to him.

This lack of success wasn't well received by either of them. "OK", the other boy said, "but you're going to have to pay anyway". "Pay, for what?" I asked.. "We just made this a toll road and you have to pay to go any farther," he said. I said,"Yeah, right!" half laughing, thinking this was some kind of joke. He continued on, "What you have to do is climb this telephone pole to the wires and hand walk the wires to the next pole and climb down, then you can go!" At this point,the one boy I knew moved to my right side while the one giving the instructions was to my left. I said, "You've got to be crazy, I'm not walking those wires and this is no toll road." I tried to walk on, but the two of them blocked my way to the front and sides with a thick row of hedges to my back. I looked at the one I knew and said, "C'mon, what's going on, you know me." He said, "You'd better do it or else."

Well, I was never the smartest kid, but I did know that hand walking electrical wires was stupid and very dangerous. Being cornered, I implored the one saying, "I can't do that, let me go home". "Get over there and climb that pole," he said. "No," I again replied. With that, the one reared back his fist behind his head and swung and hit me in the mouth, knocking me over the hedge. The other jumped the hedge and began to hit me as well. I struggled free and took off running through yards and fields, never looking back, until I reached home.

I ran to the back porch and opened the door and ran into the kitchen. My Dad was sitting at the kitchen table and the commotion caused him to look up. He saw his youngest son with both lips and nose bloodied. "What the hell happened?" he shouted as he jumped to his feet and moved quickly toward me. At 6 foot he towered over me and I looked up and before I could speak, I started crying. "What's going on? Stop crying and talk to me," he said as he began to hug and console me. I finally got control of myself and began to relate the happenings of the previous 20 minutes.

"Let's go", he shouted and with that he grabbed me and took me to the car. "Let's go find these tough guys!" We got into the car and raced out of the driveway and up the street. We turned left onto Chestnut Street and he asked, "Where did all of this happen?" I, half crying, said, "In front of Virginia Oliverios' house", as we drove up the street. "Where are they?" my Dad asked, as he kept driving past the house, past Van Buren Street, past the Amoco and on to the Strother's store. "There they are", I shouted. The two boys were standing on the sidewalk in front of Wiseman's house. My Dad drove right up to them, and I was scared to death. "Are these the two?" he shouted to me. "Yeah", I blubbered. He walked over to them and told them, "Do you see this boy?", pointing to me in the car. "Did you hit him in the face?", he shouted. "No", the one replied, "we don't know what you're talking about."

"Which one hit you?" he asked me. I pointed to the one. With that my Dad took his opened hand and slapped him across the face knocking him down. The other shouted, "Hey, what are you doing? My Dad's the Chief of Police, you can't do that." My Dad grabbed the other by his shirt and lifted him off his feet, saying, "Don't tell me what I can do and you can go call you Dad because I know the Chief of Police. If I ever catch you near my son again, you'll both get more than a slap in the face!"

With that, my Dad got back into the car and we drove home. He cleaned up my nose and lips and put an ice bag over them. He then told me, if I ever saw them again not to speak to them or even look at them and if they did anything else, to me to come tell him.

"I shouldn't have done what I did," he told me. "I could get into a lot of trouble. Let this be a lesson for you, not to let your temper get the best of you," he continued. I listened intently and understood what he meant, but deep in my heart, I was so proud of him. He was my champion, my hero. He was my Dad!

EDITOR'S NOTE: Last month I received two stories about this same father. Neither Judy Noe Ashland nor her brother David Noe knew that the other was writing and submitting a story about their father. I saved this one for this month. David and Judy had a father that they loved and respected. I would have liked Mr. Noe, wish I could have met him.... Do you have an interesting story about your mother or father, sister or brother, friend or neighbor? Send it to Roleta1@aol.com.




NEW E-MAIL ADDRESSES
Burt Spangler (WI '38) burtsbs@nccn.net
Michael A. Caruso (WI '48) wvucert@aol.com
Dick Hinkle (WI '48) jodickflorida@prodigy.net
Buck Tustin (WI '55) orpacu@hotmail.com
Elizabeth Brumage Tustin (ND '59) orpacu@hotmail.com
Bob McNutt (WI '55) unruly@capecod.net
Sue Martin McNutt (WI '55) unruly@capecod.net
Mary Ann Baily Donato (WI '56) mimadonato@yahoo.com
Belle Ashcraft Wamsley (VHS '56) pennym@earthlink.net
Ron Wamsley (VHS '56) pennym@earthlink.net
Joyce White Wyatt (WI '65) jew1jaw@udata.com
Don Sager (WI '56) dks@davtv.com
Rusty Rutan (WI '57) DottyRutan@yahoo.com
Dotty Taggart Rutan (WI '58) DottyRutan@yahoo.com
David Shinn (RW '57) DShinn2@hotmail.com
Skip Bowie (WI '57) Sbowie11140@aol.com
Larry Johnston (RW '57) Larrysez@aol.com
Kay Lawson Adair (WI '58) kladair1@aol.com
Dick Frush (WI '60) Frushfamily@aol.com
Lanny Miller (with the class WI '61) Lancemillerjd@aol.com
Jerry Skufe (WI '61) JSKUFE@MSN.COM
Bob Swiger (WI '61) rnswiger@aol.com
Joyce McDonald (WI '61) wvjoyce@aol.com
Bill Post (WI '61) PostmanWV@aol.com
Theresa Scalise Blake (WI '62) secy@eagletgi.net
Shirley Burnell Welling (WI '62) SW321fl@aol.com
Doloris Mitchell McCurry (Unidis HS '62) dolorishicks@mycoupons.com
Karen Marra Nelson (ND '64) Nelson610@aol.com
Melissa Morris Phillips (WI '71) melissamphillips@earthlink.net


CHANGED E-MAIL ADDRESSES


Mary Jo Marchio Godfrey (WI '60) GodfreyM@brevard.k12.fl.us
Tom Marshall (WI '59) Marshall@rmu.edu
Mary Ann Conrad Cowger (WI '58) mcowger@berryenergy.com




COLLECTIONS

Do you know that if you have more than two of an item it is a collection? Do you have a collection? What do you collect? Why do you collect it? Where do you keep your collection? When did you start this collection? Many of you have more than one collection. I want to start a monthly series about collections. Write to me about yours and send a picture if possible. Roleta1@aol.com




CENTRAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL PRINCIPAL
MR. EDWIN LOWTHER CELEBRATES 100TH BIRTHDAY

picture and address from The Clarksburg Exponent



Mr. Edwin Lowther, principal of Central Junior High School from 1935 until 1970, turned 100 years of age on January 11, 2002.

Cards and letters may be sent to him at:

Mr. Edwin Lowther
c/o Sunbridge Care and Rehabilitation
146 Water Street
Salem, WV, 26426.




submitted by: Gary Weiner (WI '60)
cias@iolinc.net

Buzz's photo of WPDX stars reminded me that I was at the studio in the early '50s for some kind of quiz show for kids. Maybe someone else can remember more about it. I was up there in the early '60s when someone was going through their 45s. The station used to get all sorts of music but since it played only country, the other kinds of music weren't used. I took the rock 'n roll records. I still have them.

The January trivia picture shows Bridgeport Hill (now Old Bridgeport Hill Road) and there's an older Bridgeport Hill Road which starts near Compton Lanes runs past the Wonder Bar and dumps into the present Old Bridgeport Hill Road. This is Rte. 50 heading west towards Clarksburg. When viewed at night, the city between the hills resembled a diamond, hence the nickname,"Jewel of the Hills". Those of an alcoholic persuasion liked to add Rte. 50 to the jewel turning it into a champagne glass with Rte. 50 being the stem, hence, the other less publicized nickname of the "Champagne Glass".

The furrier in the Arcade Building was Jack Schwartz who went with Broida's. In his area on the Fifth Floor, he repaired fur coats and made new ones. He also made Russian looking caps for men from Persian Lamb. I still have one.





submitted by: Belle Ashcraft Wamsley (VHS '58)
pennym@earthlink.net

This picture of Bridgeport hill (old Rt. 50), brings back a lot of memories. Some not so good because a few of my friends, classmates and family lost their lives on this stretch of road. It was everyone's favorite place to drag race back in the 50's. And, as I remember, you also always took your new car up the "hill" for a test drive. My husband and I were disappointed a few years ago to go back to Clarksburg and go to the top of the hill for Wilson's hot dogs and find they were out of business. When the new highway was built, the old road ended right at Wilson's. Guess they held out as long as they could in that location.

If you turn right at the foot of the hill, you go into Despard/Summit Park ... that was my home for 18 years. My mother still lives there on Simpson Street, near the old Spatafore grocery store. When I look at this picture, I also remember that Clarksburg was called the "jewel" of the hills because of the diamond shape of the city as you came down that hill ... especially nice at night with the twinkling of the city lights.





submitted by: Chris Hill (WI '60)
chrishll@erols.com

Thank you for your hard work and persistence in this project. The network you are building has put me in touch with all sorts of folks I hadn't thought or known about for years.





submitted by: Doloris Mitchell McCurry (Unidis '62)
dolorishicks@mycoupons.com

My name is Dee (Doloris Mitchell McCurry) & I was born & raised at West Milford. Buzz Floyd gave us (the hillbillies on TMHWV web-site) the address for the newsletter you do so well. I never went to WI but have been to a lot of games that were played between WI & Unidis High. I know some of the people who are published in your newsletter.

I said all of that to get to this; would you put me on the e-mail list for the newsletter? I love it. Wish someone would do the same for Unidis. Keep up the wonderful work.

Thanks. Dee

EDITOR'S NOTE: All are welcome Dee --- please contribute to the newsletter too!





submitted by: Lanny Miller (with the Class of WI '61)
Lancemillerjd@aol.com

The newsletter is great! Kudos for all you do. The January issue really brought back so many memories. Hazel Atlas Glass Co .... where my father worked for so many years before we moved to Florida. The marble factory, whose owner my father also worked for part-time. And who could forget the Arcade, where many of us tried to race bikes until we got scolded. Freddy Layman mentioned a Buck Kinnard, a radio announcer who I believe called some WI games. Coincidentally, I was a newsman at the same TV station in Palm Beach, FL where Buck was Sports Director.

Here's a little nostalgia. Anyone remember the semi-pro basketball team that played at Carmichael Auditorium on Sunday afternoons?

Answer: B.F. Goodrich




CYRUS ROBERTS VANCE 1917-2002




He was born March 27, 1917 in Clarksburg, W. Va. He graduated from Yale with a B.A. in 1939, and an LL.B. in 1942. A respected international lawyer, he served in the Kennedy and Johnson administrations as Secretary of the Army from 1961-62, Deputy Secretary of Defense from 1964-67, and U.S. negotiator to the Paris Peace Conference on the Vietnam War from 1968-69. He also served as special envoy to Cyprus in 1967 and to Korea in 1968.

As President Carter's Secretary of State from 1977-80, Vance opposed the 1980 attempt to rescue the American hostages in Iran and resigned after the mission failed. He subsequently served on several diplomatic missions, in particular as head of United Nations' efforts to negotiate an end to the violence following the dissolution of Yugoslavia from 1991-92.

He died Saturday, January 12, 2002 at Mt Sinai Medical Center.




WALTER ARDEN HOLDEN




CLARKSBURG -- Walter Arden Holden, 91, of Lee Avenue, Clarksburg, died Sunday, January 27, 2002, in the United Hospital Center, following a brief illness.

Mr. Holden was a member of the West Virginia House of Delegates, Harrison County, from 1946-1948, and finished his fifth term in the West Virginia State Senate in 1970.

He was the first person in the history of Harrison County to be elected to the State Senate for five consecutive terms. He did not seek re-election in 1970. He was born in Bristol, October 25, 1910, a son of a well-known Bristol merchant, the late Arden J. Holden, and the late Ila Harden Holden.

Surviving is one daughter, Mrs. George Cadman (Rebecca) Finly, Clarksburg.

Mr. Holden was a graduate of Bristol High School and received his A.B. Degree from Salem College, and M.A. Degree in Vocation Distributive Education from the University of Pittsburgh, where he was a guest instructor one summer.

He taught for 42 years, with his first teaching assignment being at Bristol High School and North View Junior High School.




JANUARY TRIVIA PICTURE

Did you recognize the picture? So many people wrote about Bridgeport Hill. Here are a few e-mails from some with memories.

submitted by: Tom Marshall (WI '59)
Marshall@rmu.edu

Hi, Roleta:

Happy New Year to you. The January Newsletter is great, as always.

The mystery picture in the newsletter seems to be taken from the top of Bridgeport Hill, a view that we all had repeatedly as we returned from Twin Oaks, Ellis Drive-in, and later the Green Parrot. Further back on the right is the Wonder Bar, the best steak house around. In fact, when my Aunt Anne Babb was alive, she'd trek us off to the Wonder Bar for steak and bourbon highballs whenever my wife and I would come to town (that was in the '80's).

As I recall there was a sign near that view that said "Clarksburg, Jewel of the Hills."

Does anyone remember the words to the song about Clarksburg? The Clarksburg brothers used to sing it during parties at the Phi Sig house at WVU (after several beers, I might add). I remember a little:

"Clarksburg, pride of the Mountain State,
Clarksburg, home of heroes great,
Where the people are so happy to meet you,
Where the people are happy to greet you,
In Clarksburg, my home town!"

Much happiness in the New Year, Tom

EDITOR'S NOTE: Any readers remember the rest of this song? I would like to hear it all!





submitted by: Frank Bush (WI '59)
frank.bush@legacynet.com

Roleta

I'm sure January's trivia picture of Bridgeport Hill will generate many responses. How many times did we come back over that hill after being out to the Ellis or the Parkette. There also was the side road up by Wonder Bar that was used for necking. On a slightly different note is the view of Clarksburg at night from the top of the old Bridgeport Hill as I would come back to visit would always bring fond memories. Somehow that feeling was lost when they cut off the top of the hill and put in the new highway.

EDITOR'S NOTE: I need a clarification...we called it necking or making out? What was the difference back then? Do you know the difference in the meaning of the words in today's language? Please write to me and tell me what you called it then and what it meant!





submitted by: Judy McDougal Siders (WI '57)
siders_judy@msn.com

The trivia picture for January is of Bridgeport Hill. I was in a bad accident there in the spring of 1957. The first thing I remember is Arthur Mitchie's voice, he worked for a flower shop when we were in school. I couldn't see him, but I knew his voice.

Just a remembrance --- I went to Alta Vista grade school with Steve Limbers, Don Brinkley, Dave McMunn (he got poison ivy so bad), Bob Driggers, Carol Badgett, Tom Aichele and I lived next door to each other on Buena Vista Ave. in Broad Oaks. I saw so many names in the newsletter this mo. from that time and school. Our principal was Mr. Lawson, if I think of him even now, I remember how much we loved him and can see him standing on the front steps Alta Vista. I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I've lived in Columbus, Ohio for 34 yrs. I had 4 children when I came here, they are Micheal 43, has 1 son, Jeff 41 has 2 daughters, Kathi 40, has 1 son and 1 daughter, and Sheryl 38, no children. I also, have a daughter Melissa 30. I come home now and then to see my sister Cassie Duncan and my brother Ed McDougal. They also graduated from WI. Now that I've talked your ear off ... I'll close.

Remembering all of you in my prayers, Judy





submitted by: Brooke "Boo" Beall (ND '58)
bbeall@buggs.net

Roleta,

Speaking of Bridgeport Hill, that is a good picture of the hill in this months newsletter. I did not spend a lot of time looking at it, but recognized Simpson Truck's building on the right (large brick building). Bill and Jackie Simpson were friends of my parents. When we moved to CKB in the mid 40's the City of Clarksburg had it's garbage dump just up the road on the right as you came into town, it smelled and smoldered 24 hours a day.

You know how us "old" folks are, can remember 40 years ago with precision, but can't remember what we did 5 minutes ago.

What were we talking about?





submitted by: Bob Hall (WI '56)
rhall9171@aol.com

Thanks again for a great newsletter. The picture is of Rt. 50 Bridgeport Hill looking toward Clarksburg. Despard on right ... At top of hill was town garbage dump "crematorium"... I remember riding a scooter down that hill when about 8 yrs. old. My older buddies had bikes, and they flew ... It's a lot more commercial on the hill now. We also rode down the old route 50 to Despard (on the right of the photo). Great newsletter.





submitted by: Jerry and Carolyn Warne (WI '59)
Wrmychsnut@aol.com

Hi Roleta,,,

Jerry and I believe that the Jan. trivia picture is Old Bridgeport Hill...

Oh, what memories ............ The Green Parrott was on the hill, Clique Club and places where we spent many nights dancing the night away... The kids today don't know what they are missing... The hill doesn't look like this anymore... Those were the good old days.....

Sorry we haven't been in touch much... Jerry had surgery on his shoulder on Dec. 13th and is recuperating .... He may need shoulder replacement .... We will let you know...

We are among the many who salute you Roleta and Judy for the best effort in sending out the newsletter to all of us.. You need a standing ovation... It is the best entertainment of the evening reading all the news... Our class is honored to have you do this for us... Keep up the fantastic work.... It is truly a labor of love,

Thanks so much
Love to all,
Carolyn and Jerry Warne




WEST VIRGINIA GOES TO THE MOVIES

"A Beautiful Mind", now playing at movie theaters, is about a man from West Virginia. John Nash was born in 1928 and grew up in Bluefield, WV. He received his Doctorate from Princeton University and was honored with the Nobel Prize in Economics. I saw this movie starring Russell Crow and I really recommend that you see it.

"Mothman Prophecies" is a movie about a series of events in Point Pleasant, WV. This movie has received a lot of press recently. I have not seen it yet. Check out this web site for more information on this subject. http://www.mothmanlives.com




THE ADAMS GIRLS



The Adam's Girls, Markey, Annabel, Mabel and ?


Annabel graduated from WI in 1938. Hope some of you recognize your friends. Get more information from Carol Van Horn Dean DBLU2@aol.com




THE TRIVIA PICTURE FOR FEBRUARY

submitted by: Judy Daugherty Kimler (WI '59)
jkimler@ezwv.com

Recognize the picture? Do you have a memory to share about this place? Everyone would love to read what you remember, it will then evoke a memory for others. Write and share your memories with us!







AN ARCADE MEMORY

submitted by: Sue Martin McNutt (WI '55)
unruly@capecod.net


The newsletter is just outstanding. You seem to have the knack of jogging our collective (rapidly eroding) memories. Keep up all that hard work. We are enjoying it.

Just wanted to add a note to the Arcade collection. The Arcade Shoe Re-builders was run by our Sumner Street neighbor Pete Rego. He was an old-world gentleman, quiet, hard-working, a real workman. He had three lovely daughters, and a wife Rosa who worked unceasingly to keep their lovely home spotless. They were my childhood introduction to a culture different from mine. I hope that they were treated by others in Clarksburg with the respect that they deserved. By the way, I noted in one of the newsletter responses the name Gary Robey. I would imagine that would be the Gary Robey who lived just on the other side of the Rego home. Thanks again for the gift of memories you give us.



SEARCHING FOR A LOST FRIEND---CAN YOU HELP?

submitted by: Belle Ashcraft Wamsley (VHS '58)
pennym@earthlink.net

My husband and I are both graduates of Victory, however, we really appreciate the wonderful job you do with the WI newsletter!

I'm also writing to ask a favor. Do you have any information on George W. Walters? He graduated from WI in 1956; was on the Track team; went to Pitt on a track scholarship after graduating from WI; was married to Sharon (can't remember her last name); and was later employed by either Goodrich or Goodyear (can never remember which!) in Akron, OH.

My husband and George were really good friends (grew up together in the Northview area), and the last time he talked to George was in 1985. We moved to California and lost track of him... old phone numbers and addresses have not worked.

Thanks again for all your hard work in keeping the Clarksburg "family" together with your newsletter.

All the best,
Belle and Ron Wamsley
in San Diego, CA

EDITOR'S NOTE: Do you have a "LOST" friend? I mean someone with whom you have lost contact through the years. Write to us and tell us the person's name and anything and everything you know about the person. For instance, the last known location, the person's occupation, organizations to which that person might belong, of course if it is a female, we would need the maiden name and maybe some information about the family. This newsletter has volunteers who would like to help you find that person. If you want the information and your letter held in strict confidence, we will oblige. I would like to make this a monthly feature of the newsletter. If you tell me you don't want it published in the newsletter, it won't be published!

Write to: Roleta1@aol.com




?????? ANSWER TO THE DECEMBER TRIVIA QUESTION ??????

submitted by: Fred Alvaro (WI '59)
FAlvaro59@aol.com


EDITOR'S NOTE: A Reminder --- the question was: What were the names of the 4 streets which surrounded WI back in our days?

ANSWER:The small road right behind the school is called Irving Place, In front is Lee Avenue, to the right (facing) is 7th Street and to the left as you face the school is 5th Street.




WARM SUMMER EVENINGS

submitted by: Mary Sue Clark Spahr (WI '56)
MSSpahr@aol.com


For the most part we were happy and carefree growing up in Broad Oaks. On warm summer evenings we would gather at Joe's Dairy Bar on Harrison Street for a coke and conversation. Many are the times we sat on the wall in front of Sandra and Hank Ross's house to just hang out and shoot the breeze. Sometimes we would migrate to the Brown's on Point Street or to my house next door to the Brown's. I don't remember minding that we had no air-conditioning. Summer meant hot and that was OK. Summer was supposed to be hot.

Anyway, I found the most wonderful picture from one of those evenings. I know it was summer because everyone has on short sleeves. I doubt this was an organized party unless I had invited everyone for birthday cake for my July birthday. It would not have been a real birthday party because I only ever had one of those in my life and that was when I was six. The picture was taken in my house, probably by my sister, Janna, since she is not in the picture.



Front Row (l to r): Steve Limbers, Sandra Ross, Hank Ross, Mary Sue Clark, Don Sager.
Middle Row (l to r): Nancy Hamilton, Sandra Squires, Sandra Price, Delores Boone, Judy J. Rice.
Back Row (l to r): Jack Borror, Roy Feldman, Jim Alvaro, Harold Brewster, Bob Kopp, Ron Brown.


Those were the good old days!



USS BULKELEY

submitted by: Dave Kuhl (WI '62)
DbKuhl@juno.com




This is our latest delivery to the fleet. It was commissioned last month in New York as a treat for New Yorkers. The commissioning was attended by about 6,000 and was within walking distance of the WTC.

The Intrepid museum is at the same location where the commissioning took place.

I'm sure this crew would love to have Bin Laden come down and play in the water.

The DDG 67 USS Cole is a sister ship.



MORGAN GRADE SCHOOL

submitted by: John Stealey (WI '59)
jstealey@shepherd.edu



Morgan School, Duff Street, Stealey Heights, picture taken about 1940. This picture was taken from sidewalk on the west side of Davis Street, in front of Barnes store. Notice the brick pavement and the old mailbox. Photograph does not include the one-room wooden additions on each side for the fifth grade classes. These additions were referred to as the "chicken coops."



MORGAN 5TH GRADE CLASS

submitted by: Barbara Elaine Norteman (ND '62)
Laniebeau@aol.com


I was looking through some pictures and came across this one taken at Morgan Grade School. I transferred to Notre Dame in the sixth grade. We were in the fifth grade with Mrs. Michaux and I was taking the photo.



From left to right: Eddie Lang, Sharon Dillon, Gwen Lang, Kitty Wysong, Carolyn Mick, Jeff ?, Keith Cooper, ?, James Ashley.
Second Row: ?, Pamela Hall, Marilyn Hurst, Carol London, Carol Custer, Joan Rector, Marilyn Heflin, Nancy Byard, ?, ?, Sharon Conwell, ?, Kemper Hetzler.
Third Row: Bobby Engle, Florence ? , ? , Carol Whaley, ? , Betty Schlicker, ? , ? , ? , David Wilfong, Carol ? , Rick Spann, Margaret Mick, David Brown, Mrs. Micheaux.

I was really searching the brain for some of the names. It has been a long time. Sorry I couldn't remember them all. I hope this will add to some interesting thoughts of recollection. I have cherished this photo for years.

Barbara Elaine Norteman

EDITOR'S NOTE: If you remember any of these names, contact Barbara and help jog her memory!



OBITUARY




Martha Jane (Frey) Dase
1941-2002
W.I. CLASS OF 1959


Martha "Marti" Dase, 60, died Thursday, January 10, 2002, in Las Vegas, NV, following a lengthy illness.

She was born June 14, 1941, in Clarksburg, WV. Her parents were Leo Frey, now deceased, and Bonnie (Matheny-Frey) Bush, formerly of Clarksburg and Gilmer County, now residing at 1479 Channelwood, Las Vegas, NV 89110. Besides her mother, she is survived by those who provided her constant care during her illness, her loving husband, Phillip Dase, and two devoted daughters, Melissa Floyd, and Michelle Sheehan, all of Las Vegas, NV. Also surviving is her dearest friend, Janet (Clayton) Burnett, formerly of Clarksburg, who acted as one of Marti's untiring caregivers.

Marti was a 1959 graduate of Washington Irving High School, and resided in Las Vegas, NV, since 1964. She had been employed in the service industry, and barely escaped the tragic MGM Grand fire in 1980. Her working career also included cosmetology, radio broadcasting, medical service, and child care. She was a board member of the Las Vegas Bird Club.




ALTHOUGH THE CURTAIN FALLS
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There comes a time for all of us when we must say good bye.
But faith and hope and love and trust can never, never die.
Although the curtain falls at last, is that a cause to grieve?
The future's fairer than the past if only we believe and trust in God's eternal care.
So when the Master calls, let's say that life is still more fair,

Although the curtain falls.





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