Dick Paine
paine45green@aol.com
Bill Faurot writes: “This spring, Dick McKee, Frank Trane, and Pete Hopkinson are coming to Sedona for a mini-reunion. We’re looking forward to getting together.”
David Sinkler
ddsinkler@comcast.net
Asa Davis writes: “Missed skiing in 2019, but have my ticket to Jackson for February 2020. I will spend 10 days at our house in Driggs, Idaho, with an old friend and ski Grand Targhee. Debbie and I went to Barcelona and Lisboa and Porto in October. Visited the Palácio de Seteais in Sintra, where we started our honeymoon 55 years before. Lisboa has become more touristy, but Porto was delightful despite the rain. My best to all my classmates in this start to the Roaring Twenties. May the road rise up to meet you so you don’t get out of breath!”
From Truman Bidwell: “Peter Bull was a friend of mine for most of our respective lives. We attended primary school, SPS, and Yale together and rowed many a mile on Long Pond and Turkey Pond as well as on the Housatonic. Peter was the son of the owner of the Bull Lines, a major East Coast Shipping Company, and I always assumed he would run the line, but he had no interest in it. Instead, he went to law school. After law school, he joined the distinguished admiralty firm, Graham & James. However, representing businesses was not what Peter wanted to do. Peter was a uniquely loving and caring man, and he had a special soft spot for children, especially disadvantaged ones. It was to protecting their rights and interests that his legal career was devoted. He tried and prevailed in many landmark cases. I last saw Peter at his home in San Francisco a few years ago. Although aging, he literally radiated joy and good fellowship. I am just sorry that I shall not see him again. He was one of whom it can truly be said ‘he left the world a better place.’”
Truman Bidwell ’52 (fourth from right) with his wife, Ludmila (third from right), daughter Hillary Mackay ’84 (far right), son-in-law Rupert, and four grandkids skiing at Deer Valley, Utah.
Hugh Clark ’53 with a 20-pound sea run brown trout caught on half-inch wet fly on the Rio Grande River, Patagonia.
Dick Paine ’50 with Chet Johnston ’21, safety for the undefeated SPS football team.
Stu Patterson ’53 and wife Ellie Schrader at Thrym Glacier in Skjoldungen Fjord in southeast Greenland.
Jim Hammond
Hamjam123@hotmail.com
Ed Meyer writes: “I have left the Connecticut State Senate after 10 years of fun and challenging service. Grayson Murphy and I have lunch about every other week, and sometimes we are joined by Ben Williams. Retirement is better than I thought!”
Hugh Clark writes that he’s sorry to miss the January luncheon at Sardi’s, but he’s headed from Seattle to Patagonia for a week of fishing at the end of the month. He also noted, “I just learned that Chris Sonne’s daughter, Edie Sonne Walker, has been my next door neighbor for eight years. She was most interested in our yearbook that I was able to find and to learn about her father’s years at SPS.”
From Stu Patterson: “My wife, Ellie, and I were very fortunate in August/September 2019 to cruise from Reykjavik, Iceland, around the south of Greenland. We traveled the west coast to 78 degrees north latitude. We also sailed along the east coast of Canada from Ellesmere Island, past Baffin Island and Labrador, and eventually to the Gulf of St. Lawrence and Quebec City. This was our second month-long trip above the Arctic Circle and we got to revisit a number of our earlier stops. The beauty of the area is staggering; the friendliness and resiliency of the native inhabitants in the face of a locally rapidly changing climate is inspiring.”
Ed Harding
ed@thehardings.org
The alumni lunch at Sardi’s in New York has not even taken place at this writing, however it looks like a real winner. Originally composed of Forms of ’54 and ’55, it has been expanded on both sides and it appears well over 30 will attend. Next year, we will create a mechanism so that more of you within shouting distance of those forms will receive notification. We have been lucky enough to have a couple of School employees attend, who are capable of answering just about any questions. There is only one restriction – that is that the word “money” will not be uttered. So, you guys in surrounding forms, think about a delightful mid-winter exposure to events at Millville.
John McGinley checks in with this note: “I’ve nothing to say other than I’m attached to a wonderful Vassar gal from New Haven. How she puts up with me I’m not asking. After losing a close person to ALS, she has been a reawakening for me. I guess I’m blessed. Wishing everyone a great New Year. Tell us about what you are doing.”
Michael Harter ’55 with his wife, Ellen, in front of one of her paintings.
Dyer Wadsworth ’55 (l.) with formmate Nat Howe at SPS In Action Weekend.
Lee Ault ’54 (l.) and Ted Ward ’55 had lunch at the Beach Club in Santa Monica.
Nat Howe
nathowejr@yahoo.com
Bill de Haven
bill_dehaven316@hotmail.com
George Hobson writes: “I am living with Victoria in our old stone house in the department of the Lot in Southern France. I have just published two more books, to add to the several others published in the last 15 years. Rumours of Hope, with poems and photographs, appeared in England in 2005 as did the collective work Forgotten Genocides of the 20th Century. A theological study was published in the U.S. in 2013 entitled The Episcopal Church, Homosexuality, and the Context of Technology. Faces of Memory, three long poems constituting a kind of epic, appeared in England in 2017. Love Poems for my Wife, Victoria came out in early 2019. And, finally, in the fall of 2019, The Parthenon, a collection of poems, and a collection of theological essays entitled Imago Dei: Man/Woman Created in the Image of God, appeared with Wipf and Stock publishing in the U.S.”
A note from Tony Horan: “The third edition of my book on prostate cancer came out in August 2019. It’s new title is more direct: The Rise and Fall of the Prostate Cancer Scam. It is aimed at foreign editors. Also in August, we backpacked to 10,000 feet in Yosemite with the Yosemite Conservancy to view a re-established group of bighorn sheep. We saw a lamb taken by a mountain lion.”
David Hunt and his wife, Jackie, are staging another ’57 mini reunion in their hometown of St. Michaels on Maryland’s Eastern Shore, April 22-24, 2020. Sandy Holloway notes 13 “lads” have signed up, making a party of 28 (so far), including a couple of our widows who stay in touch. Come join us. Contact Jackie (jackie.baycottage@gmail .com; 207-797-9410) or Sandy (sandy.holloway@yahoo.com).
David Hunt ’57 (l.) visiting formmate Eliot Coleman at his Four Season Farm.
1958 formmates (l. to r.) Patrick Rulon-Miller, Henry Chalfant, Mike de Havenon, and Gordon Chaplin at their annual Christmas lunch.
(L. to r.) Henry Chalfant ’58, Patrick Rulon-Miller ’58, Christopher Clark ’58 and wife Bunny, Jon Butler ’58 and wife Deborah Butler at Henry Chalfant’s photo exhibition
Marianne and Wyllys Terry ’58 onboard two-time America’s Cup winner Courageous.
Allen Ayers
aayers3667@gmail.com
Guy Rutherfurd
rutherfurdguy@gmail.com
Guy Rutherfurd shares, “Marianne and Wyllys Terry were onboard the Courageous 12 Metre, two-time America Cup winner in Narragansett Bay on September 24. Courageous won the North American 12 Metre cup the prior weekend. Wyllys and Marianne sailed up the bay and out into the ocean with good wind and full sunshine. This was made possible by the generous donation of the Courageous Foundation to our SPS’58 60th anniversary.”
From Christopher Clark: “Henry Chalfant, Patrick Rulon-Miller, Deborah and Jon Butler, my wife, Bunny, and I gathered at an opening featuring Henry’s pieces. Everyone at the opening revered Henry for his groundbreaking work and his community compassion. The entire evening was a revelation.”
David Barry proudly shares that his wife, Jane Morgan Barry, has just recently published a book, Against My Father’s Will: A Memoir, which is available on Amazon. Jane very thoughtfully dedicated the book in Dave’s honor.
Sydney Waud
sydney.waud@compass.com
In their 53rd year of fishing together, formmates Coley Burke, Speedy Mettler, and Sydney Waud returned to Jackson Hole, where the camaraderie was as good as ever. In spite of the trout playing difficult to catch, the beauty of the rivers and the majestic surroundings transcend all else.
Stephen Hershey sends this note: “Now fully retired from orthopaedics. Now have a grandson in the Fifth Form who wants to be an M.D. Betsy and I enjoyed our 60th but missed some who did not show. I cannot thank SPS enough for a phenomenal edu- cation and life experience. Will likely do Anniversary this year. Love to hear from any of you 59ers at slhershey@icloud.com.”
A message from Peter Neill: “Mary and I had dinner with Yumiko and Motoi Okubo in Tokyo in November, tempura in a restaurant high above Shiibuya. After, we found our way to a tiny hidden music club where my son, Casey, was playing to an animated aggre- gation of Japanese ‘dead-heads’ and alt rock cognoscenti. It was beer and whiskey, cigarettes, and dancing to the music in a place at once familiar yet so very far away. At one point, Motoi confided he had never been to a rock and roll show before, I suppose predictable after 30-plus years in the Japanese diplomatic corps, where formality does not enable much twist and shout. At any rate, we all responded as best elder SPS alumni can do and safely returned from the international multicultural experience to tell the tale.”
Michael Sylvester writes: “After running my company that I started 43 years ago, I have decided to retire – a very unsettling experience. As a serial entrepreneur, I have over 10 patents that have helped transform manufacturing procedures for windows, cars, and cell phones. For those of you who have tried cross country skiing, you may have used my patented fish scale bottoms. For those of you who are sailors, you may have enjoyed the benefit of roller furling, another invention. And finally, since you all have phones, the glue that holds the camera in place is held there by my UV adhesive, another patent. When you wake up with a new idea, it’s hard not to think of a solution to that problem. However, as last year was a difficult health year – a new hip, two strokes and double vision – it’s important that we all take care of ourselves. It’s time to pursue our passions. Mine are bird shooting and duck hunting. May you all have a wonderful 2020.”
A message from Sam Callaway: “Sixteen years ago, I had the good fortune to receive a medical diagnosis that I had an Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm (AAA). I say good fortune, because AAAs are asymptomatic, and unless discovered through some other procedure, can come back years later from the shadows, and with little warning, administer the ultimate sentence. Mine, once discovered, was slow growing (it seemed) and was tracked and measured annually until last summer, when it unexpectedly passed the standard set by the “industry” where remedial steps can be taken. The choice is between a stent procedure and extensive open abdominal surgery, the former being the clear pref- erence. Subsequent tests showed that I was fortunate enough to qualify for the stent, which was performed in late October. Three hours on the table and one sleepless night in the recovery room later I was ejected from the hospital with two ballpoint sized punctures, one in each thigh, no stitches, and a brand new Aorta installed. A miracle? I recount this for two reasons.
First, 2.5 months after the surgery I am still filled with wonder about how any of this is technically possible. My surgeon, however, offered little help clarifying this dilemma. His tongue in cheek answer when I posed this question was ‘that’s my secret.’ Okay, I’ll live with that, grateful that with such minimal disruption, I have been given a new lease on life. Return to normal activities is imminent, which seems unthinkable given the extent of what was done. Second, as our country debates the pros and cons of various healthcare options, with my new lease on life I am filled with gratitude for Medicare, which although not free, is far less costly than any other healthcare option I am aware of and covers nearly everything performed by the physician of one’s choice, for little or no additional out-of-pocket cost. It boggles my imagination to think of people, many millions of them, being denied care because they cannot afford the cost. A death sentence, I believe that is called, at least that is what it would have been for me. Do we as Americans want to carry this moral load around on our backs any longer? I think not!”
Jeremiah Bogert writes: “This is to update the class on golf with Joe Roby. Joe and I, and occasionally Hillyer (aka “Winkie”) Young, have regularly played golf together, in such places as Scotland, Georgia, Florida, South Carolina, and Fishers Island, during the past five years. This past September, Margot and I went out to Joe’s territory, meeting him and his son Justin in Bend, Ore., for two rounds on two spectacular Oregon courses, Tetherow and Crosswater. In November, Joe visited us in South Carolina, where Joe shot 80 on challenging Chechessee Creek, coming in with a smooth 39 on the back. Not bad.”
From David Atkinson: “I’m still at it, returned to the Camino this last fall, did the 200-kilometer approach to the French Camino by way of the Camino Aragonés, self-published (through Politic and Prose) a book on my 2018 walk on the Camino del Norte/Camino Primitivo, A Camino for Enrique, in homage to Enrique Iglesias, president of the Inter- American Development Bank, where I worked for nearly 40 years. Am working on another, Different Paths, about my walk with my Mexican brother, Ricardo Blanco, on the French Way in 2014, to be published this spring.”
A note from Joe Roby: “I had a great time at the class reunion. Living in Portland, Ore., with my fabulous significant other, Tracy, and my 19-year-old daughter, now enrolled at Prescott College in Arizona. Three sons as well and four grandchildren. Playing lots of golf, sometimes with classmates Jeremiah Bogert, Hillyer Young, and very occasionally with Eddie Leonard. Jerry’s lots of fun and a very gracious host in South Carolina. We have made some contributions to art via the Smithsonian in my mother’s memory. Hope to see some Paulies in Portland someday. Meanwhile, look forward to the next reunion.”
David Atkinson ’59 during his 200km approach to the French Camino last fall.
Joe Roby ’59 golfing in Scotland.
(L. to r.) Speedy Mettler ’59, Sydney Waud ’59, and Coley Burke ’59 fishing in Jackson Hole, Wyo.