Class Note 1991
Issue
November-December 2024
Hello, ’91s. I hope everyone is doing well. I start with a plea: Pretty please send a note or give me a call with an update or something cool or funny you are willing to share. I’m out of material. ’Nuff said.
We have a guest author this edition. J.D. Optekar sent in the following update and touching words about a late classmate.
Classmates, teammates, and SigEp brothers gathered at Moosilauke Ravine Lodge and Hanover to remember and honor the late Terry Stillman. Terry was a Heptagonal champion, Wearer of the Green, and helped lead the Dartmouth men’s cross-country team to nationals in his final season. In attendance during the weekend were Jay Matson, Ray Pugsley, Andrew Ranson, Mitchell Epner, Greg Andersen, Matthew Kimble, David Elsbree, Peter Hanson ’87, Tim Clark ’88, Tom Coogan ’93, and David Aman ’89.
We broke bread at Moosilauke Ravine Lodge on Thursday evening and sat around the fire ring and bunkhouse remembering Terry. After a hearty breakfast the next day, we climbed to the summit of Mount Moosilauke with the clouds clearing shortly after reaching the top. We shared an evening meal at Murphy’s on Friday night with Coach Barry Harwick ’77 and on Saturday we met at the bottom of Freshman Hill to more formally remember Terry. Some of us continued to run through Pine Park and the cross-country course, spreading Terry’s ashes along the way so that he will always be there for his Dartmouth teammates (past, present, and future). We shared a final meal at Lou’s after our run and then said our goodbyes. Terry, thanks for bringing us together to share laughs, tears, and hugs.
I find comfort in the words of Dartmouth author Norman Maclean, class of 1924: “And finally I said to him, ‘maybe all that I really knew about Paul is that he was a fine fisherman.’ ‘You know more than that,’ my father said; ‘he was beautiful.’ …Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”
—Tracey Cushing Gilliam, P.O. Box 131, Manchester, VT 05254; (917) 951-1472; tragilliam1@gmail.com
We have a guest author this edition. J.D. Optekar sent in the following update and touching words about a late classmate.
Classmates, teammates, and SigEp brothers gathered at Moosilauke Ravine Lodge and Hanover to remember and honor the late Terry Stillman. Terry was a Heptagonal champion, Wearer of the Green, and helped lead the Dartmouth men’s cross-country team to nationals in his final season. In attendance during the weekend were Jay Matson, Ray Pugsley, Andrew Ranson, Mitchell Epner, Greg Andersen, Matthew Kimble, David Elsbree, Peter Hanson ’87, Tim Clark ’88, Tom Coogan ’93, and David Aman ’89.
We broke bread at Moosilauke Ravine Lodge on Thursday evening and sat around the fire ring and bunkhouse remembering Terry. After a hearty breakfast the next day, we climbed to the summit of Mount Moosilauke with the clouds clearing shortly after reaching the top. We shared an evening meal at Murphy’s on Friday night with Coach Barry Harwick ’77 and on Saturday we met at the bottom of Freshman Hill to more formally remember Terry. Some of us continued to run through Pine Park and the cross-country course, spreading Terry’s ashes along the way so that he will always be there for his Dartmouth teammates (past, present, and future). We shared a final meal at Lou’s after our run and then said our goodbyes. Terry, thanks for bringing us together to share laughs, tears, and hugs.
I find comfort in the words of Dartmouth author Norman Maclean, class of 1924: “And finally I said to him, ‘maybe all that I really knew about Paul is that he was a fine fisherman.’ ‘You know more than that,’ my father said; ‘he was beautiful.’ …Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”
—Tracey Cushing Gilliam, P.O. Box 131, Manchester, VT 05254; (917) 951-1472; tragilliam1@gmail.com