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09/15/19 12:36 PM #1141    

 

Kathy Dalgety (Miehls)

Thank you to all of you that came to our 55th class reunion. It was a great weekend! The people that attended smiled for two+ days straight. They renewed friendships, made new friends, laughed non-stop, made the most of the time they had together, and pledged to stay in touch. And it all went off without a hitch. Thank you again for over a half-century of frienship.


09/16/19 06:51 PM #1142    

 

Susan Spiegel (Pastin)

It was a wonderful reunion!  Thank you for all  your work,Kathy!


09/17/19 10:49 AM #1143    

 

Ruth Gross

Thanks to all who worked so hard to make the 55th reunion come together, Kathy, Judy, et al.  For me it was a wonderful experience to reconnect and also to meet some classmates whom I missed out on knowing in high school. A lovely event!


09/23/19 12:24 AM #1144    

 

Robert Lindner

I enjoyed the reunion and was happy to meet

All those who I managed to speak to and  I

Was pleased to hear from those who like my poems.

It's after midnight on the 23rd of Sepetember and the first day of fall.

So it's time for an autumn song and for a poem.

 

The Fall Equinox

“The falling leaves drift by the window,
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
The sun-burned hands, I used to hold.
Since you went away the days grow long.
And soon I'll hear old winter's song.
But I miss you most of all my darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall.”

Autumn Leaves as sung by Nat King Cole

 

The equinox of fall is here. When fall

Begins with equal times of night and sun.

Still for the leaves, it’s a chance to show all

Their colors. Astronomic fall’s begun.

 

Since September’s end to summer is here,

Warmer temperatures will give way to

Cooler days and the cold that ends each year

Returns. But the four seasons aren’t new.

 

And the third one has just begun. Autumn’s

Returned to get us ready for the cold

Before we reach New Year when winter comes.

Now it’s just the start of fall of the old

 

Year. The leaves are just beginning to change

From green to yellow or to red or brown.

Then comes the time when Halloween brings strange

Characters in costumes to every town.

 

But it’s still just the end of September,

And Halloween is still a month away.

Today, we may sing “try to remember”

Or tomorrow’s just another day.

But it will have more night time than daylight

That defines astronomic autumn or

Winter days that begin on solstice night

And grow longer until spring will bring more

 

Day than night when the spring will have begun.

But today earth’s equatorial plane

Will face toward the center of the sun,

As the poles reverse and South Pole will gain

 

Sun, as North Pole loses sun till there’ll be

None and then the sun won’t rise there for some

Weeks in December and January.

But for now the fall equinox has come.

 

Though it’s still not quite twelve hours of light

And twelve hours of night. Since Earth’s rotation

And its orbit round the sun are not quite

Unchanging since there is perturbation

 

Of both by other planets and the moon.

They pull on earth with their gravitation,

So that on the equinox, the earth’s noon

Won’t be at midday since the location

 

Of sunsets and rises are dependent

On the viewer’s point of observation

But still today the earth’s equator went

North, past the sun’s zero declination,


Which is the definition of the sun’s

Equinox which begins the fall and spring

According to astronomy. Earth runs

Slower in fall so September morning

 

On the twenty-third day, as earth takes

Its elliptical path around the sun.

Earth’s farther from the sun in fall which makes

It take longer to reach where fall’s begun

 

Than to get to the equinox of spring,

Counting the days from the solstices to

The equinoxes, as earth keeps changing

The face it shows the sun. Just as I do

 

When morning comes each day and I awake

To see what the world has in store for me

It will be fall’s beginning, and I’ll make

A poem of that with astronomy

 

As my muse. I could have chosen “Autumn

Leaves,” a song written long ago, if my

Life is long enough. Because I would come

Into this world, this earth, and see the sky,

 

One morning, the year after the song was

Composed in French for the French film called “Gates

Of the Night.” Both of us were born because

War ended. But it’s today and both dates

 

Are long past. And early this morning, we

Passed from summer to fall, when sun’s center

Passed earth’s equator. But the melody

Of “Autumn Leaves” lingers, as we enter

 

The fall season, astronomically,

Speaking of earth’s orbit and rotation

Rather than somewhat romantically,

With love as the source of gravitation.

 

Something that can matter more than matter,

Which is gravitation’s actual source.

Still the universe comes from the latter

Since it is mass that created the force

 

That Galileo and Newton brought to

Bear on every other mass. As earth’s mass

Keeps us from flying away which we’d do

Without it. Still you can fall on your ass

 

Because of it. Speaking of fall, this one

Has just begun, astronomically,

So let’s return to fall, where earth and sun

Leave ass in its anatomically

 

Determined location, which is the rear,

And pass through the equinox to begin

The autumn season, as they do each year,

And have done throughout the times we’ve lived in.

 

And through all of human observation,

Though there’s always been some perturbation

The seasons have not changed. Still location,

Will affect the weather’s variation

 

In winter, spring, summer, and fall, as sun

And earth change their relative position

And we’ll get darker since our fall’s begun.

Then north gets longer nights till solstice’s done.

 

When winter comes and we move toward spring.

But overnight in the early morning

The earth’s orbit will define its crawling

Into fall where “Autumn Leaves” are falling.


10/09/19 08:47 PM #1145    

 

Fred Brostoff

I visited Jim Deerfield at his new residence (Brookdale in Prospect Hts, IL).  He's in good spirits and would enjoy hearing from his classmate friends.


10/10/19 07:10 PM #1146    

 

Nancy Schroeder

iGreat picture of you both. Sorry Jim you couldn't make it to the reunion. I hope you stay well and in good shape. Stay well .

 


10/11/19 01:46 PM #1147    

 

Victor Brown

Hey, Jim:  Nice to "see" you in the photo Fred posted on the Reunion website. I am sure that you, the same as I, were disappointed by the turn of events during the year that kept us both from bring able to attend the 55th Reunion and the Cubs game on Sept. 15th.  I hope you were able to watch that game on TV as it was the Cubs last great win of 2019 (16-6) before they tailspinned into the familiar "Wait until next year!"  Keep hanging in there, Jim, and I'll do the same, as we look forward to a brighter and happier tomorrow.


10/11/19 03:28 PM #1148    

 

Alison Van Swearingen (Brown)

Hugs across the miles to you, Jim!


10/12/19 05:23 PM #1149    

 

Pauline Noznick (Gerstein)

Hi Jum

You look great!  I missed the Reunion too.  I always look forward  to seeing you, too bad it didn't work out this time.

Love

Pauline N.

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10/13/19 12:02 PM #1150    

 

Sherrie Igoe (Dembrowski)

Hi All,

This really isn't a response to any earlier post.  Rather, it's a request for help.  Am wondering who out there attended Haven Elementary for Kindergarten and First Grade.  If, by chance, this applies to you, I am wondering if you might still have the class photo from each year.  I believe I had Miss Chamberlain for Kindergarten (I remember being sent to the "coat room" in her class for time outs!) and Miss Jacoby for First grade.  My name was Sherrie Lulling at that time.  After that, we moved to the College Hill area and I have no idea what happened to the class photos.  If you have those class photos, would you mind sending me a scan of them?  I would REALLY appreciate it.  My email is Wee3Ds@aol.com.  Thanks very much!

Sherrie Lulling Igoe Dembrowski


10/13/19 07:58 PM #1151    

 

Lee Saberson

I found an Oakton School first grade picture

10/13/19 08:49 PM #1152    

 

Sherwin "Jay" Siegall

I have a second grade Oakton School. Mrs Schwartz Then Dawes School 3-6. Miss Kafer, Mrs Albert, Miss Mantonya and 6th grade Miss Brown who became Mrs Sybil Greener!!  


10/14/19 10:49 AM #1153    

 

Karen Holby (Fornell)

Hi Sherrie,

I attended Haven from Kindergarten thru 8th grade. Yes, Miss Chamberlain was our teacher and when you weren't in the coat room I was in there!!  I have no pictures but would love to have some too! Hopefully someone will have these. My email is k4nell@aol.com. Missed you at the reunion, Karen

 

 


10/25/19 01:58 PM #1154    

 

Robert Lindner

In Oakton School

 

Once upon a time in Oakton School when

I was a boy of ten and eleven,

I remember square dancing with Louise.

I got to give her lovely hands a squeeze,

 

When the call was to swing or promenade

I was then in the fifth and the sixth grade

After we had moved from Chicago to

Evanston. I recall one teacher who

 

Had the same name as the Junior High that

I would go to. She taught the sixth grade at

Oakton. Mildred Nichols, her name is all

I can remember other than the call

 

To swing with your partner and promenade

With lovely Louise in the fifth and sixth grade.


10/25/19 07:41 PM #1155    

 

Fred Brostoff

Info and photo furnished by Ruth Gross.

The North Carolina ETHS ‘64s had lunch together on Friday, October 25th at the Pittsboro Roadhouse. 

From left to right:  Ruth Gross, Dick Lancia, Vernon Neece, Dick Winokur, Christine Vasar.

 

 


10/26/19 11:57 AM #1156    

 

Lauren Dolinky (Moss)

I moved to Evanston from Chicago when I was 7. I was in Elizabeth Milne's class in 3rd grade at oakton school.  She and I became good friends as she was only about 19 and I think it was her first year teaching. In fact, she skipped me to 5th grade which was an honor but socially a bit of a trial. We kept in touch by post for her lifetime. She even came to visit me in London. I was really thrilled.  Sadly, I believe she died last year as her Christmas card from me was returned. 


10/26/19 01:11 PM #1157    

 

Alison Van Swearingen (Brown)

I am so glad you got together for lunch!  Miss not being a part of that.  All of you look the same the last time I saw you before the move to "Disney World" for adults.  Keep the lunch group going and posting pictures!


12/26/19 02:58 PM #1158    

 

Patrick Furlong

I just read Fatima Lassar's posting in memory of Eileen Katz, in which Fatima recalls how Eileen introduced her to Bob Dylan. One thought leading to another, as it does, I was reminded of Dylan's concert at Orchestra Hall on 12/27/63--his first here, I think--which Emily and I attended, being relatively early fans of his. Aside from his music, which was wonderful of course, I remember the couple in front of us--not terribly old--who muttered unappreciatively to one another for awhile, mostly about Dylan's singing, and then left in a huff part-way through the concert. We were struck in amazement by how someone could fail to hear through his unconventional voice to the power of his lyrics. I wonder if he ever "spoke" to them in any meaningful way.


12/28/19 12:15 PM #1159    

 

Marty Campbell

On Wed, Dec 25, 2019, 11:19 AM, marty campbell <> wrote, to remember@ramdass.org, dearest Spirit & writer friends and family, and eths1964 classmates:

            remembering i am loving awareness.  remembering ram das.
 
all my adult life the one book that was on each of my dearest Spirit peer friends' shelves was Be Here Now.  i felt like i knew it and was comfortable with it through knowing my friends.  it wasn't until i returned to CA at 57 years of age after being born there and living there only the first year of my life, all the time doting on CA, that i somehow obtained and exhaustively read Be Here Now.  it was like reading the most intimate account of my life up to then by someone who'd been there here now. 
    around that same time of exhaustive reading, 2004, i noticed i was at last in the same state where the Rainbow Gathering would be, something i'd equally doted upon since my fellow poet and ETHS graduate had told me about it in the 80's.  i did not go there to meet Ram Das, and i am about to say Ram Das did not go there to meet me but i won't.  we met there in the upper right hand corner of the state in which we both then lived, Modoc County CA, in the alpine meadows among peaks and flowing ravines.  i believe Robbie Gordon was with him in a wheelchair, before i knew so well who he was, from NM at the time.  but Ram Das and i seemed to know who each other was instantly on sight. 
    and i poured out to him as i do with old friends and family, how i was half-tree from birth through no decision of my own, and to visit my gradeschool home in Evanston IL, and walk the same walk to Orrington School just as i had in my elementary years.  to visit those same ole trees i had hugged in my heart everyday on my way to and from school.  was as big a rush as to visit any of my family, none of whom live there any more.
    i somehow got off into describing the immense ash tree still there outside what was then my bedroom window, and how i saw it nite and day, every season of the year, and every bird that would light on its trunk.  how i drew and painted them in water color and still had that artwork among my saved possessions all the way back here in CA.
    his simple, light, and unnecessary suggestion that that ash tree may be my guru has simply explained my life to me ever since and before that visit and that wee comment that he may have come there for indeed.

        grateful that i too may be loving awareness.  ole marty


12/29/19 09:13 AM #1160    

 

Edward Boesel

Marty, just know that you are wonderful to have as a friend. Ed


12/29/19 10:27 AM #1161    

 

Robert Lindner

Tree Poetry For Marty

 

The Old Copper Beech

 

“I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree…

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.”

Trees by Alfred Joyce Kilmer
 

The great copper beech once was grand with gold

And brown leaves touching the sky till fall,

When they slowly fell. But it’s become too old.

It’s summer, and there are no leaves at all

 

On its highest branches and just a few

On the lowest ones. It’s a lovely tree

That I’ve passed by for years. Of course, I knew

The old beech was much, much older than me.

 

A beech can live for nine hundred years, though

It’s not been that long since people lived here

That would have planted it. But I don’t know

Who planted the old beech and in what year.

 

I’ll have to wait and try to count the rings

When it’s cut down. For now, it raises its white

Arms to the sky, as its great gnarled trunk clings

To life, as some leaves still wait for the light

 

On the lower branches, trying to say,

“I’m not dead yet,” to whoever can read

The messages of trees. Whatever they

Say, the upper branches are bare and plead

 

To be taken out of their misery.

It is the ambiguity of death,

When the dying may wish the dignity

Of a good death, yet fight for every breath

 

Just to stay alive.  But the old beech tree

Is just a source of beech nuts though they might

Be a copper beech like the tree I see

Raising its leafless branches to the light

 

That once adorned them with the energy

Of photosynthesis that gives each tree,

Or plant or algae the ability

To grow and make the earth a place where we

 

Can live and breathe the oxygen they make.

But the earth has become a place where trees

Are burning, en masse. Though our air’s at stake,

We haven’t done enough. Humanity’s

 

Too driven by individual needs

And selfish desires to prevent the fires.

We don’t want to sacrifice, and our deeds

Do not match our words and many liars

 

Lead us astray. Blind us so “we can’t see

The forest for the trees.” But I began

With a copper beech tree that spoke to me

About death and dying trees and I can

 

Be led by that to trees that are burning

In Amazon’s forests. Though I care for   

Forests, the tree I see should be turning

More colorful for fall, but has no more

 

Leaves or very few to do what trees do

In autumn with leaves turning red and brown

And yellow and decorating our view

Of fall on the avenues of our town

 

And on the hills. But the old copper beech

Just has leaves on lower branches to fall

When this autumn arrives after we reach

The equinox. There are no leaves at all

 

On its upper branches. This old beech tree

That was once grand is dying. It speaks to

Me. It tells me of the fragility

Of life and reminds me I’m old, but new

 

Compared to a beech tree that can live for

Hundreds of years. And it also made me

Think about the forests where more and more

Fires are burning as catastrophe

 

Waits to follow disaster and we wait

And wonder how bad the future will be,

As the earth keeps warming up at a rate

That’s getting faster as the misery

 

Spreads with more droughts and floods and forest fires.

Perhaps the old copper beech knows it’s time

For it to go and it has no desires

That prolong its agony. Perhaps I’m

 

Over reaching with my tree metaphor

Of death and dying, but the copper beech

Looks sad, gnarled and frayed, as it stands before

Me, and its naked branches seem to reach

 

Out to the heavens for it seems to be

Losing its battle with time, as we all

Must. But the world won’t notice a lone tree

That once was copper colored, strong and tall

 

And adorned my walks with its majesty.

I expected it to always be there.

But life’s not endless and even a tree

That “only God can make,” and fills the air

 

With what we breathe, can’t survive endlessly.

And though fools like me write poems, the trees,

Those God made trees, are burning and we’ll be

Waiting beneath the “Sword of Damocles.”

 

And today I saw the Copper Beech fall

Beneath the sword, falling to the earth. I

Saw and heard the saw that cut through it all

And knew its arms that were raised to the sky

 

Were gone and would never be seen by me

On my next walk past where it stood for more

Years than my life. But it was just a tree,

Though when the last stroke of the saw that tore

 

Through the old copper beech came, I was sad

For the loss of its life and its beauty.

But the tree gave me everything it had

To give. “But only God can make a tree.”

 


12/29/19 11:52 AM #1162    

Suzanne Linfield (Spindler)

Marty,

I saw Ram Das when he came to Dallas. I felt like he was talking to me about my issues. It was an elevating experience

12/30/19 03:17 PM #1163    

 

Wendy (Wynn) Garber

Marty,

I, too, was deeply moved by Ram Dass, though indirectly. In the early 1980's, I spent 2 summers working at Omega Institute for Holistic Studies (in Rhinebeck, NY). My job was recording the weeklong seminars. Unfortunately, Ram Dass didn't teach there either summer, but my "boss", Bob Zaslow, who owned the tiny recording business at Omega, also coincidentally served as the Curator of the Ram Dass Library. As an admirer of Ram Dass (deeply moved by his early books), I asked to be paid in recorded seminars from Omega and the Ram Dass collection. He willingly obliged.

So for the next several months (and years following), I would strap on my Sony Walkman and go for early morning walks before work (either indoors in a heated track and field house or outside in warmer weather), breathing in the heart opening lessons and wisdom of Ram Dass (and Emanuel, too.) Ram Dass, to me, was an amazing teacher. I loved the way he forged ahead, exploring new territory within his own being, then would turn around, and through the gift of his story telling, help others move forward into deeper levels of conscious. 


12/31/19 12:22 AM #1164    

 

Rosanne Bass (Keynan)

I only knew of the name Ram Dass and the expression "Be Here Now" until, a year or two ago, I went to see a documentary about him and Timothy Leary for the purpose of filling in a period of history that I should know more about. The film was deeply enlightening and peeled away misconceptions and simplifications about both men. From the film and accounts above of Marty's and other classmates, I can see that he had an extraordinary gift of touching the inner lives of many people, and in some ways was personified an era.


12/31/19 10:58 AM #1165    

 

Bonnie Robinson

I owned a copy of Be Here Now just before I graduated from the University of Iowa in 1968 and I was very moved by the contents. Unfortunately, a massive fire in my apartment in West Hollywood in the early 2000s wiped out my entire book collection, including this wonderfully inspirational book.

 


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