Class Note 1957
Issue
At the Cooperstown mini-reunion last June, after everyone had been to the baseball museum, several classmates talked about childhood memories and favorite teams—Dick Canton, the Red Sox; Bob Baehr, the Cubs; Dick Lyman, the Tigers; and Monk Bancroft, the Red Sox-Yankees rivalry. Ron Judson, a former Brooklyn Dodgers fan, also talked about his experiences as a minor league pitcher in the late 1950s.
Monk, Joe Stevenson, Clark Griffiths and Roger Brown are involved in what Joe calls “a comprehensive history of Dartmouth skiing.” The author is Steve Waterhouse ’64. Joe wrote the bio of Chick Igaya, Clark wrote a history of the 1936 Oak Hill ski lift and Monk provided information on the replacement of the single chairlift at Mad River Glen. Roger is doing video for supplemental presentations. Anticipated publication date is late 2009.
One afternoon in Cooperstown Al Wahlig said, “This tells the story of my life,” and pulled an old comic strip from his wallet. The character in the strip announced that he’d given up his career to build boats. Same with Al. He practiced medicine until 1995, when he retired to build 12-foot wooden rowboats from Maine northern white cedar for his six grandchildren. He and Joyce live in Hammondsport at the southern tip of Lake Keuka, one of the prettiest of New York State’s Finger Lakes.
Bob Slaughter modestly calls himself “an inactive member of the Door County Astronomical Society” in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. His interest in astronomy began with the Boy Scouts, continued with professor George Dimitroff’s courses and then proceeded to “doing starsights for navigational positions around South America in a destroyer escort.” These days he teaches informal courses for young people “interested in learning about the skies and stars.” Bob keeps in touch with Ned Bixby, Jack Cramer, Ken Rakouska, Ken Ragland and Ted Bradley.
Ron and Beverly Marino have been finding good homes for rescued abandoned collies for the last two years. Ron writes, “With times as they are, pets are the first to go. We offer a new beginning for these great dogs. Please consider a collie when looking for a new pet.” For information, write ronaldlmarino@hotmail.com.
Bruce Sloane serves as board member, treasurer and ambulance driver for the Sperryville (Virginia) Volunteer Rescue Squad. He says, “More and more of our volunteers are retired folks.”
Much of Route 4 in New Hampshire and Vermont is not as we remember it. East from Lebanon it’s cluttered with strip malls and punctuated with traffic lights that snarl the traffic at rush hour. West from Rutland a four-lane expressway bobs and weaves through the Green Mountains on its way to New York State. But from Lebanon to Rutland it is still the narrow road—and the slow ride—we remember, as it turns sharply just east of Woodstock, follows the meandering Ottauquechee River for miles and ambles past several covered bridges. We’re in the midst of the dog days of August, but Labor Day approaches and autumn beyond it—the 56th since our first Convocation. If you’re looking for an excuse to return—for Homecoming, say—there it is.
—Michael Lasser, 164 New Wickham Drive, Penfield, NY 14526; rhythm2@frontiernet.net
Sept - Oct 2009
At the Cooperstown mini-reunion last June, after everyone had been to the baseball museum, several classmates talked about childhood memories and favorite teams—Dick Canton, the Red Sox; Bob Baehr, the Cubs; Dick Lyman, the Tigers; and Monk Bancroft, the Red Sox-Yankees rivalry. Ron Judson, a former Brooklyn Dodgers fan, also talked about his experiences as a minor league pitcher in the late 1950s.
Monk, Joe Stevenson, Clark Griffiths and Roger Brown are involved in what Joe calls “a comprehensive history of Dartmouth skiing.” The author is Steve Waterhouse ’64. Joe wrote the bio of Chick Igaya, Clark wrote a history of the 1936 Oak Hill ski lift and Monk provided information on the replacement of the single chairlift at Mad River Glen. Roger is doing video for supplemental presentations. Anticipated publication date is late 2009.
One afternoon in Cooperstown Al Wahlig said, “This tells the story of my life,” and pulled an old comic strip from his wallet. The character in the strip announced that he’d given up his career to build boats. Same with Al. He practiced medicine until 1995, when he retired to build 12-foot wooden rowboats from Maine northern white cedar for his six grandchildren. He and Joyce live in Hammondsport at the southern tip of Lake Keuka, one of the prettiest of New York State’s Finger Lakes.
Bob Slaughter modestly calls himself “an inactive member of the Door County Astronomical Society” in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. His interest in astronomy began with the Boy Scouts, continued with professor George Dimitroff’s courses and then proceeded to “doing starsights for navigational positions around South America in a destroyer escort.” These days he teaches informal courses for young people “interested in learning about the skies and stars.” Bob keeps in touch with Ned Bixby, Jack Cramer, Ken Rakouska, Ken Ragland and Ted Bradley.
Ron and Beverly Marino have been finding good homes for rescued abandoned collies for the last two years. Ron writes, “With times as they are, pets are the first to go. We offer a new beginning for these great dogs. Please consider a collie when looking for a new pet.” For information, write ronaldlmarino@hotmail.com.
Bruce Sloane serves as board member, treasurer and ambulance driver for the Sperryville (Virginia) Volunteer Rescue Squad. He says, “More and more of our volunteers are retired folks.”
Much of Route 4 in New Hampshire and Vermont is not as we remember it. East from Lebanon it’s cluttered with strip malls and punctuated with traffic lights that snarl the traffic at rush hour. West from Rutland a four-lane expressway bobs and weaves through the Green Mountains on its way to New York State. But from Lebanon to Rutland it is still the narrow road—and the slow ride—we remember, as it turns sharply just east of Woodstock, follows the meandering Ottauquechee River for miles and ambles past several covered bridges. We’re in the midst of the dog days of August, but Labor Day approaches and autumn beyond it—the 56th since our first Convocation. If you’re looking for an excuse to return—for Homecoming, say—there it is.
—Michael Lasser, 164 New Wickham Drive, Penfield, NY 14526; rhythm2@frontiernet.net