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January-February 2024

A message from our co-president, Tom Rosenwald: “Stew Wood passed away in August. He was not only our classmate, but also our spiritual leader. It did not matter what religious denomination you belonged to.
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November-December 2023

Charlie Morrissey reports that while he is “hobbling on gimpy legs,” the smile on his face is steadfast. He lives in Montpelier, Vermont.
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September-October 2023

Bob Bransten emails that he visited the new Hood Museum and met with the director, John Stomberg. “I was delighted to tour the new building and see the wonderful permanent collection.
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May-June 2023

This is my first column as the secretary of our class. You will find my biography in the next class newsletter.
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January-February 2023

Ladies and gentlemen of 1956, having been brought up from age 6 by a widowed mother and a widowed grandmother, having married Beth 64 years ago, and having a daughter, a granddaughter, and female friends, I enthusiastically welcome aboard Sian Leah B
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November-December 2022

Ladies and gentlemen of 1956, as we approach year end, it comes to mind how we handle the adversity that stalks us! A Seattle classmate, who has saved my life twice, grows dahlias. He occasionally falls, can’t get up, calls the fire department.
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September-October 2022

Ladies and gentlemen of 1956, Homecoming is upon us: a splendid October 27-30, hosting Harvard, which seems to be in more politically correct trouble than Dartmouth as of this writing!
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July-August 2022

Ladies and gentlemen of 1956, as I am struggling with “Ode to the White River Junction Super 8” at Bob Mackay’s request, Arlene and Egil Stigum have stepped into the breach with their awesome paean to the moon: “The
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May-June 2022

Ladies and gentlemen of 1956, “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flyin’, and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying” (Herrick 1648).
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March-April 2022

Ladies and gentlemen of 1956, we focus on 2022, the Year of the Poem in remembrance of Joel Ash, who so creatively herded the cats for the 10 previous years as class secretary.