Flying L's Class of '59

Ft. Lauderdale High School, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida


Memorial to Deceased Classmates
of Ft. Lauderdale High, from the
50th Reunion of the Class of 1927
By John B. Combs, father of our
Norma Combs Patrick.

No one knows the day or hour
When he'll be called by the eternal power
These Classmates left their cares behind,
To find a perfect peace of mind.

Side by side we often walked,
Sharing lifes' pleasures as we talked,
Not knowing who the first would be,
To seek God's heavenly company.

Those who have gone on before
Will be waiting at Heavens' door,
To welcome us and friendships renew,
When we must cross the river too.

Now they rest in the Garden bright,
Where joy and peace sheds its light,
On all who enter the eternal rest
To share the fruits of Heavens' best.

One by one our Classmates fall,
As they answer the Masters's call.
But their memory lingers on
Like the melody of a song,
Like the fragrance of a rose,
Till our Own lifes' door shall close.

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Linda BOWER Gromel	Linda was such a wonderful friend. After graduation Linda became a Flight Attendant for Eastern Airlines and was married in New York ending her airline career. She was always there for me and I wish I had been able to do more for her in her incredible battle with cancer. She died after a very long struggle in her 39th year leaving three lovely daughters and a wonderful loving husband. All her girls have graduated from university and have families of their own. She is missed every day. Her life was short but her imprint on our lives was so big!! Ginny (Ginger) Humphrey Twiss
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Bill Dickson	Billy Dickson Billy always tried, even when he knew the odds were against him. He went out for football when he'd never played before. I remember him running so hard at practice, with his mouth gaping wide open, trying so hard to meet Coach Maltby's standards. Despite not playing much, at least he gave it all that he had. Later, after college, he graduated from the UT (Tennessee) Law School, married and applied for and was accepted as a law clerk for one of the justices on the Tennessee Supreme Court. He had just been diagnosed with Lymphoma prior to being accepted for the clerk position, but he persevered and the judge supported him. He moved to Nashville to begin his clerkship and I learned he was here. My wife and I enjoyed an all too brief relationship with Billy and his wife, who was now pregnant. He was on chemo and at dinner one night at our house, he had to excuse himself a couple of times to deal with the nausea. Billy was determined to see his child born, even though the odds were very much against him. I visited him regularly at Vanderbilt Hospital as the cancer spread to his lungs. The doctors told him there was nothing more they could do for him. He persevered. He told the doctors to keep him alive until his child was born which, by then, was due any day. His lungs were drained twice. Shortly after the second draining, his wife gave birth. Billy saw and held the baby, and then died within a few hours. I was privileged to be a pall bearer at his funeral. His perseverance and his courage have been an inspiration to me whenever I encountered a 'tough' time. No matter what I encountered, it was nothing to what Billy had to deal with in his short life. Doug McLaughlin
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Robert Ferwerda	My college roommate, the best man at my wedding, a good person with a life much too short. Miss you Bob. Dave Fashenpour
Frank Gallo	Frank Gallo Frank Gallo was born on November 22, 1941 and passed away on April 23, 1977.We were married in 1967 in San Francisco and lived there for 10 yrs.We had 2 sons, Paul and Chris Gallo, now 40 & 39 years of age. Frank went to St Anthony's elementary school and from there went on to St Leo's in Tampa for middle school and back to Central Catholic for High School. He transferred to Ft Lauderdale High School as soon as he could talk his Mom into it. Frank finished high school with the class of 59 at FLHS. Frank joined the Air Force after high school. Shortly after discharge he went to Palm Beach Junior College. After junior college, he decided to go to Europe. He had been given guitar lessons since he was 8 yrs old and decided to go to Spain to study classical and flamenco guitar. He went to Spain, studied guitar, and then started traveling on his own. He traveled from Sicily to Morocco to Russia and ended up back in Spain and the island of Ibiza at the end of his travels. Next stop Ft. Lauderdale and that is where he and I ran into each other. Frank was a great, great guy. Talented, very bright, great sense of humor, and very much missed by his two sons and myself. Frank will always be in our hearts and minds. Patricia Topping (Gallo) Scott
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Judi Griffin	Judy Griffin Memories have a way of keeping us grounded, especially the good ones. Memories of Judy fall into the ‘good memory’ category. Judy and I lived (diagonally) across the street from each other from the sixth grade until we both grew up and left home although, we had known each other long before that. I think I remember spending at least half of my life at her house. Spending the night, studying for exams, slumber parties, and just being with our friends. A group of us became friends in grade school and just continued on. Judy’s house was always the ‘gathering place’. So much of ours lives were intertwined with hers. So many secrets shared, so many tears, so many hopes and dreams for the future. It seems like yesterday. From East Side to Bennett Elementary to Naval Air Station and on to FLHS, our friends always met at Judy’s house. So many years of memories, many sweet and, some that still make my heart ache. Judy had an outrageous (and, sometimes self deprecating) sense of humor. I am convinced that she was born with that because it simply came naturally. She had it in second grade. Jim Pederson told me that she retained that very same sense of humor until the day she left this world. I believe him. What a zest for life! From childhood birthday parties, Brownies, Girl Scouts, school activities, slumber parties, house parties, fun in the sun, the joy of making the cheerleading squad, the day she got her driver’s license, the nights with too many rolls of toilet paper to mention and, especially, her dog, “Pet”, who was ancient by the time we were in high school. With great enthusiasm, she shared it all with us. I remember Pet hiding in the bathtub every time a thunderstorm came. In Lauderdale, that was often. Judy always put thick blankets in there for her to lie on. We were expected to help fold them. Our senior year, Judy fell in love with Jim Pederson. Jim went to Stranahan, so many of you may not have known him. He was (and, still is) a most charming and witty gentleman. Sullins Junior College in Bristol, Virginia, was Judy’s choice of schools. She said she just wanted to hurry up and graduate in two years, so she could marry Jim. I remember her telling me about a sweater she was knitting for him. Navy blue. She wanted to finish it before she graduated. She did. And, it fit him just fine. I admire anyone who can knit (and, finish something). She was determined. They married and eventually moved to New Jersey where Bill and I went to visit them. They also came to Fairfax, Va., (where we lived at the time) to visit us one winter in the middle of a terrible snowstorm. What we did WITH the snow, I shall always remember. It still makes me laugh. On the ‘street’ side, a snowman was built. On the backside of the snowman was a very well endowed snow ‘lady’. She was complete with earrings, necklace, purse and unmentionables. We could view her from our picture window (from the inside), while her counterpart (the snow ‘man’) could only be seen from the street. Indeed, a true work of art, it was. Sculpted by the best. We laughed until we cried. Drank more hot toddies and laughed some more. A few short years later, their son Lance was born. Their daughter Robin was born a year or two after that. I believe they were in Ft. Lauderdale, then, but I can’t be sure. We stayed connected for a long time but, not as often as we would have liked. Life marches on and, life gets busy. Judy and Jim ultimately divorced, but they remained very close. I remember learning of the death of their son. It was a terrible, terrible tragedy. Three of us (Anne Bryan, Judy and myself) lost a child that same year. Judy and I spent many hours on the telephone that year, trying to hold each other up. That’s what real friends are for. I lost touch with her a few years later, but soon discovered that she had moved to Stone Mountain, Georgia. We were finally able to reconnect and spoke often. The last time I talked to her, she sounded distracted. A bit preoccupied, perhaps. Not as jovial as usual. I thought nothing of it. We all have those days. The next time I called, her telephone number was out of service. I thought she had moved. Maybe, she had simply forgotten to tell me that she was going to do that. I finally tracked Jim down to get her new address and learned that she had passed away from cancer. She was sick when we talked. But, she didn’t tell me. She never told me. It was her job to make everyone around her ‘happy’. I was devastated. Somewhere in heaven, there is an angel with a rare sense of humor. She makes all the other angels giggle at her antics. This particular angel made the world down here a happier place for many of us. I am glad she is there among friends. Susie (Anderson) Krauser
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Pamela Hyde	Pamela Hyde Pam and I were lifelong friends. As kindergartners we delighted in a home movie our Moms had taken showing Pam (1 ½ years old) and me (1 year old) sitting on a blanket in our yard playing. Suddenly for no reason I picked up a wooden mallet and bopped Pam in the head. She burst into tears, I watched for a moment and then burst into tears also! (That scenario was prophetic of our relationship…I never wanted my friend to hurt!) We lived on the same block near Broward General Hospital until 3rd or 4th grade. It was about this time that Pam confidently taught me that 'Cats were girls and dogs were boys.' In fifth grade Pam and I decided to take up the clarinet. This was short lived for Pam when she decided that playing the clarinet made you have buck teeth. (I continued in spite of her dire warnings!) Pam's family was very generous to me. They often invited me to go out to dinner with them at the Pioneer House on Sunday night. As a little girl this was one of my favorite things to do. I loved to go 'out to eat', but Pam hated it. She loved to come to my house and have my Mom's home cooking. Needless to say, my Mom loved her as her third daughter! When we were about twelve, Pam's family invited me to Blowing Rock, N. C. for the summer. Pam thought going to N.C. was boring, but I loved every minute. When it was sunny, we rode horse back, picked wild strawberries and explored the mountain they lived on! When it rained (almost every afternoon) we played Chinese checkers and read Nancy Drew mysteries. One summer Nedra's Mom let her come up too! By then, we were old enough to go to the square dance in town on Saturday night. In High School, Pam 'made me' read the Fountainhead. After that, both of us wanted to be architects. We headed to the University of Florida. Towards the end of freshman year Pam fell in love with a Kappa Sig from the Miami area. She introduced me to one of his friends and we double-dated over the summer. I decided to transfer to the University of Miami for engineering, but Pam returned to UF for her sophomore year in architecture. Late one Friday night, Pam, her boyfriend and the guy I dated decided to come home to Ft. Lauderdale for the weekend. Traveling at 65 mph, in the middle of the night, they ran into a stalled, unlighted flat-bed truck on two lane, Highway 27. I heard later that Pam was asleep in the back seat and probably was killed instantly. Both boys were hospitalized, but had no permanent injuries. My life-long friend, only 22 years old, was gone in an instant! My friend whom I never wanted to hurt or be hurt was gone! It took years to come to terms with this senseless accident. If only the driver of the truck had turned on his lights! If only they had decided to come home on Saturday morning rather than Friday night. If only I could have been there to help. Finally, I realized that I need to focus on how much love, caring and sharing she always expressed. Her quirky sense of humor, her unique broad generalizations made her fun to be with and a very special friend. She wrapped lots of love and fun into a short lifetime! Judi Williams
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Squire Knox	Van W. (Squire) Knox, III After a long bout with an unusual form of cancer, Squire died at his Naples, FL, home November 29, 2007, leaving his wife, Alexandra, two children, and six grandchildren. He and I were roommates at Princeton University, having buoyed each other to make the transition together from FLHS. I well remember when he first met Alex (whom he called 'Pud,' short for 'pudding') at a joint glee club concert with Wellesley-a life together was preordained that night and cemented shortly after graduation at their wedding in Pittsburgh. Squire and I weren't particularly close in high school, partially because he'd come from South Side through Naval Air and I from East Side, the elementary school rival. Our rivalry continued through competition for various club and school officer positions, but, through that, my appreciation and respect for him grew and continued through our college years. I was grateful for his companionship and support even though he frustrated me because he was a lot smarter and needed to study a lot less (he played a lot of cards while I was in the library). A gifted linguist, he majored in Romance languages and parlayed that into an initial marketing career in South America with a pharmaceutical company. Using that experience and connections, he formed his own investment company to serve foreign and domestic clients, with emphasis on Latin American opportunities. In active and retired mode, he continued to use his extraordinary gifts to become a talented musician, medal-winning skier, marathoner, amateur thespian, and ornithologist. I miss him, his quick wit, sharp intellect, and gentle demeanor. Bob Lewis
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Ralph McMillian	I remember Ralph for the smile in his eyes and his overall sweet disposition. Ralph was on my list to track down for our reunion. I left several messages at his home and then one day his wife returned my call. We talked several times and I just wanted you all to know some things about Ralph that his wife said I could share. She was his second wife and they were together a long time and were very happy. They lived on the west coast of Florida in recent years. Ralph served in the US Army on the ground in Vietnam. He was there for two tours of duty. After Vietnam he came back to his first wife and finished his education out west. Ralph was a practicing psychologist in a local Mental Health Clinic. I kept very good notes about all this but several months ago I lost my hard drive so forgive me for not being more specific about his children but he had several. Five years ago Ralph began to be very sick. They are sure that it was a result of Exposure to Agent Orange . His illness did not last long. Barb Greene Jackson barbjoe63@yahoo.com
Francis McNIGHT Leiding	The summer before we began our junior year, Mr. and Mrs. Henry gave me a call. They had a favor to ask. It seems that an old family friend had recently moved to Fort Lauderdale with his two daughters and Mrs. Henry was hopeful that I would introduce the older girl to our friends. These sisters lost their own mother many years before and then there had been a more recent divorce from a step mom. Francie became a dear friend of mine and her sister Mary became a life long friend to my sister Pamela and her group of friends. This was a tough situation for a Dad and the two girls, and housekeepers were hired to fill in the gaps. Francie was a very sensitive, generous and highly intelligent person. The girls in our group all enjoyed her company. We always stayed in touch beyond high school. Fran experienced a lot of sadness in her life and never really enjoyed good health. She loved my MOM and my family. Shortly after we began working on this reunion I called her at her home in Kansas City. I told her she just had to plan to make the trip to Lauderdale. She said ,'Barb, I don't think I can make the plane trip' . She had been fighting cancer for the second time. We talked on the phone again one more time before she slipped away. Fran always enjoyed Squire and he could make her laugh. She hated to hear that he was gone. Barb Greene Jackson barbjoe63@yahoo.com
Gloria Maddox	Gloria Maddox My only significant interaction with Gloria at FLHS was playing opposite her in the Senior Play, Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians. Although we were romantic leads in the play, nothing occurred offstage, regretfully. She established then--and subsequently reinforced--that she was by far the better thespian. I say that because the only time I saw her after graduation was onstage in an acid-rock drama at McCarter Theater, a topnotch regional theater in Princeton, NJ, in the early '70s. She also played the lead then, but this time opposite a peer, Frank Langella, who this year received an Academy Award nomination for portraying President Nixon, a role he created on Broadway in Frost/Nixon. She more than held her own at that high professional level, though I confess to being distracted by a brief frontal nudity exposure that was in the script. Coincidentally, my wife, Dianna, became an accomplished playwright in her 'retirement.' I often wished that Gloria could have acted in one of Dianna's plays--without the nudity. Appropriately, I have never acted since. Bob Lewis Gloria Maddox I was friends with Gloria in high school. She was in the school plays -- I admired her for her special acting ability, and I enjoyed her because she was fun and sweet, and I stood a little in awe of her because she was so lovely. After graduation I lost touch with her, and in about 1979 I was surprised to find that she was coming to Jupiter, FL, next to Stuart where I lived, to act in a play at the Burt Beynolds Dinner Theater. I went to see the play and she was great! We went to dinner one night while she was there and had a good time catching up. She told me that she acted in plays on and off Broadway and on the road, and she had been able to make a nice career as an actress. Being a star didn't seem to have changed her -- she was still fun and sweet and lovely! When our class planned our 40th reunion in 1999, I tried to find Gloria, hoping to get her to come. I finally got to speak to her husband, who told me that sadly she had recently died of Lou Gehrig's Disease. That is a terrible thing to go through, and he was still broken up over having lost her in such a difficult way. He told me that she had loved acting and entertaining people, and had had a happy life as a good actress. She had even been given some big award, and apparently had been much loved and respected in her acting circles. Mary Sue Wilson Ettinger O'Donnell
Norbert Martin	What can you say about a guy who wore black glasses (taped), brought a brief case to class, and played the accordian? Perhaps Norbert (Bert) Martin could easily qualify as a nerd, but he also qualified as a true-blue friend with a wicked sense of humor and a laugh that would cause spontaneous laughter from those around him. Bert was the baritone in the Sunstrokes; he was the only one among us with enough musical skill to sing that difficult part. You may recall that Tod Dunn ('58) sang bass, Bill Wilson sang tenor, with yours truly singing the melody. After high school, the quartet spent the summer of '61 as singing waiters at a restaurant in Blowing Rock, NC. It was a memorable summer, in part because a few weeks after arriving at the 3800 foot high restaurant, Bert suffered a collapsed lung and the quartet had to become a trio until he recovered. Bert later married and sired three beautiful daughters. His family settled in Jacksonville, FL. He was an usher in my wedding in Connecticut. I can tell you that his unique sense of humor raised some eyebrows among the 'Yanks' up there. They had never met anyone quite like Norbert Martin and neither has anyone else. He passed on while in his 40s due to a brain tumor. He was absolutely one of my best friends, a Christian, and a person true to himself. I wish this world turned out more people like Norbert Martin. Bill Kent
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Don Meredith	'Uncle Don' Merideth. The 'Pride of Noblesville IN.' Don was short but mighty. He had his own 'Rat Pack' of buddies - a minny mafia. (You know who you are.......) I was lucky enough to be a friend to them.He taught me how to drive in Holiday Park. Using HIS car!If a positive attitude would make one a larger person, Don would have been tall enough to be in the NBA. Maybe he's 'thumpin' that rock' now. Wish he could be here to give us all a glad hand. Barbara Hepp Meyer
Charles Moore	Charlie Moore I knew Charlie primarily through playing with him on the FLHS basketball team, which I recall we did throughout high school. Charlie was our 'big guy in the middle', our best scorer, our most reliable rebounder – the heart of our team, especially in our Junior and Senior years. He was unflappable, all business on the court and a leader in all aspects of our basketball life. I remember particularly one year when our coach Bill ('Wild Bill') Webber decided that because we had all come back from our summer totally out of shape he would have us do what seemed to us endless “wind sprints” in the longest stretches of deep sand he could find on Lauderdale Beach. It was the toughest physical conditioning I think any of us had ever had, up to that point. Charlie was a big guy, and definitely not the fleetest of foot, but he kept going at his top speed long after I (and most my other teammates) had fallen by the wayside. My memory may not be totally accurate (after more than 50 years, now) – especially regarding the details – but I will always remember Charlie Moore as one very determined, tough individual that you felt lucky to have on your team. John Leaird
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Nancy Pell	NANCY PELL For some time I'd been hoping Nancy Pell would attend our Class of '59 50th reunion. I was looking forward to personally sharing with her my reflections on what her early friendship meant to me. Perhaps of all our classmates, Nancy is the one I respected the most. I respected her especially for her keen insights, her gift of friendship, and for the wisdom she possessed beyond her years. In our junior year at LHS, Nancy and I shared a long train trip from Ft. Lauderdale to Duke University in North Carolina and back. Admission to Duke was an aspiration we both shared. Nancy was admitted while I was placed on the 'wait list' and never got off of it. On that train trip we shared our lives, our hopes and our dreams. Nancy and I also were on the Navigator staff, which offered numerous opportunities for informal conversation and the chance to deepen our friendship. For 50 years I've kept a copy of a poem Nancy wrote for the Navigator tucked in a leather-bound dictionary my father presented to me upon graduation. I wanted to tell Nancy about that at our reunion but it was not to be. In Nancy's honor, I'd like to share her poem with you, for I believe its words reflect the beautiful and idealistic person Nancy Pell was. This Robe Called Life by Nancy Pell With the world as it is Let us not be content! When every heart rejoices We shall rest in our own rewards. Until then, each must be chafed With the bit of his neighbor. If one tarnished dream Is shattered - one aspiration For tomorrow blighted - All our dreams will freeze and darken. The islands we seek for our Joys and our sorrows Are not ours to inhabit For as the sea breaks and washes Upon the barren beach, The tears of the world Bathe the solitary life in the Bitter brine of common emotion. My tragedy is yours! Friend... brother... stranger... Yours, too, is mine, for we Are knit as one being Into this robe called life Which we must wear as one. With the world as it is Let us not be content! But aflame with the fires Of Love, Justice, and Truth. Kathy Coffman Davis kcdavis7@sbcglobal.net
Richard Roberts	Dick Roberts What needs to be remembered about Dick Roberts was his courage. He chose to live, and refused to give up on himself, despite a devastating diagnosis. It began in his late 20’s, when our daughters were just two and six – he was too young, it couldn’t be – but it was. When told his cancer would probably return every five years he sought every possible treatment and simply carried on, living his life to the fullest. He decided that life was too good to be missed. He had too much to do. Over the next 35 years, while that diagnosis became a reality, he became a highly successful businessman and a skilled golfer and fly fisherman. He refused to be defined or defeated by cancer. He had the courage to fight and it was a very long, painful battle. His two little daughters, Adrienne and Melinda, grew into strong, loving women who honored him and cared for him, never leaving his side during his last week of life in April 2008. Dick wished, most of all, to not leave his beloved grandson, Jake. Lyn Chaffee Roberts
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Susie Smith	Suzi Smith Frasier was a very large person in a small body. She was a good highschool friend to me and a roommate at FSU. We roomed together for three years and then she traded me in for Steve Frasier. We were all in the FSU Flying High Circus and shared many adventures. Her favorite 'trick' was to somehow get a bee/wasp inside her costume and do many extra and extra-ordinary gyrations. All of this was with great humor. After college, Steve was a Navy Pilot, so they moved many times. They have two sons.They were living in Colorado and raising horses when Suzi succombed to breast cancer. I'm sure she gave it a valiant fight.She certainly made my life a better, sunnier experience.Thanks, Suz! Barbara Hepp Meyer
Patti SAWYER Stewart	Patti Sawyer Stewart Gayle, as we knew her, was an LHS best friend and Duke classmate of Nancy Pell (see above). I spent most of my time with them in the Methodist Youth Fellowship at Park Temple Methodist Church, close to the school. Together they were a formidable academic pair who balanced scholastic excellence with unassuming contenance, gentle wit, and caring concern for others. Gayle, like Nancy, was a smarter and harder working student than I, though she could have coasted by me in the classroom. Outside, she showed genuine devotion to her god and appreciation of others. As a role model, she helped me grow up. Bob Lewis
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John Wing	John really wanted to be at the 50 year reunion. He loved life and he loved people. He loved his family. This one is for you good friend! Dave Fashenpour
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Carol ZIMMER Bellamy	Carol Zimmer Most of us remember Carol for her beauty, her athleticism as a cheerleader, as a fun girl, and a smart student. She was also highly analytical in her thinking. In her studies of her Christian Scientist faith in high school, she would read paragraphs of CS literature and try to explain it to me. When I spent the night on Saturdays, I always went to her church with her family. Carol went to Principia, a Christian Science college in St. Louis, for her freshman year. She found it limiting in scope and longed for the big, more exciting experience at Univ. of Florida. As a cheerleader there, her future husband Ray Bellamy, a medical student, spotted her in the stadium and vowed to woo her. I was the only attendant in their wedding in Ft. Lauderdale. Shortly after that, they moved to various cities as Dr. Ray went through his trainings. First city might have been San Francisco which they loved, but felt hard pressed financially to partake of the pleasures offered. My memory is that they used to play cards with Lyn Chaffee and Dick Roberts who were there also. Carol went to work, an endeavor that Ray always encouraged. It was not until Carol's cancer appeared many years later that I learned that she had undergone surgery for ovarian cancer as a very young woman in San Francisco. Ray called Carol's mom, a Christian Science reader, and explained that Carol needed surgery immediately and that was how it was going to be. Later when she and Ray lived in Louisville, they adopted a boy and then a girl. (This son eventually went into Orthopedic Surgery like his dad.) When they had a chance to 'settle down' Ray chose to start his practice in Tallahassee. There was a building at FSU named Bellamy Hall for one of Ray's ancestors. During this time, Carol took her intellectualism, analytical ability, and passion for causes to law school at FSU. As she told it, one of the impediments of going to law school was her concern of how she could get up to go to class and still cook breakfast for the family. (Carol's parents were makers of large breakfasts.) Ray stepped up and volunteered to do it himself. When Carol was in law school, she was fascinated in studying the law and how it applied to 'how we came to be where we are today.' Not having time to send out Christmas cards in December one year, she was the first one I knew to mail New Year's cards of the same variety. (I've since adopted this practice as needed.) A few of the cards showed photos of ski trips and also a vacation beach home that they owned elsewhere in FL. She was passionate about certain causes including civil rights and the environment. Once I visited her home in Tallahassee and noticed that she did not seem to use the air conditioning. It was hot! She explained that they only ran it when they were out of town to prevent mold. Carol entered politics at the local level and eventually was elected Mayor of Tallahassee. Certain classmates have remarked seeing her big photo and 'Welcome to Tallahassee' sign in the airport there. Once Carol and her children came to visit me in Cincinnati for the day as she was in nearby Indianapolis attending a national level meeting for mayors. She and my sons and I had a lot of fun at the Cincinnati Zoo for the day. Ray Bellamy was a varsity tennis player at Florida and played in tournaments all around as an adult. Not at all intimidated, Carol took up tennis. In fact, at our 1989 reunion at the Lago Mar, she declined to go deep sea fishing with Ray and their son and my sons and me, choosing to stay back to be able to play tennis with classmates. By this time, her cancer had returned. I last saw Carol some months before she died when she was at home undergoing treatments. She was extremely thin, but was up and around and dressed, all covered up in knee socks and long sleeves.. She had declined to go out to lunch, not knowing what she would be able to eat, but asked that I bring a sandwich with me so that we could have a 'picnic.' She said that the hardest part of her illness was in relationship to her children. She wrote each of them letters to be read after her death. I still admire her and miss her. Bonnie Linane Stowell