Bruce Boyer

The windjammers were as follows: The front line had Jack Howe on trumpet, Jim Guetzkow on trombone and Ron Hockett on clarinet. The back line was John Barry on Drums, Will Bogaty on piano and Don Farquaharson on bass. They were all good friends of mine and we had our share of wild times. They put on two records, one on a vanity label and the second on Argo, which was the Chicago-based company that centered on jazz.

Will Bogaty and John Barry are both gone, Don Frauqharson lives in Kansas City (I'm in touch with him from time to time, Jim Guetzkow is a medical doctor in northwern California, and I'm not quite sure where Ron Hockett is but he's the only one who made music a profession.

A dance band it was not, unless you maybe count Muskrat Ramble a dance piece.

Jane Henry (Andersen)

Just googled Ron Hockett.

https://riverwalkjazz.stanford.edu/?q=band/ron-hockett

And more recently:

https://jazztimes.com/reviews/albums/ron-hockett-quintet-finally-ron/

Patrick Furlong

Can anyone identify the other trombonist, who looks familiar but I can't place him, or the guitarist?

Vernon Neece (Neece)

Thank you classmates for clarifying my memory.

Holly Romans (Green)

Thank all of you for awakening happy memories of the Windjammers.  They were a talented group and all good friends.  You sent my mind wandering back.  John Barry and Don Farquarson went to Indiana University as did I.  They were fraternity brothers and they were very kind to me those four years of college.  Sweet memories - very sweet.

Susan Chausow (Southam)

Very happy memories! I also found this on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jammin-Windjammers/dp/B0016CRAF4

Terry Levine (Rose)

Yes, Bill Quateman was part of the Windjammers even though he was in the class of 65

Terry Levine (Rose)

Yes, Bill Quateman was part of the Windjammers even though he was in the class of 65

Bruce Boyer

No, Bill Quateman was not in the Winfjammers. The other frontline trombonist was Mika Katz, who was a class ahead and only a sometimes p;layer with the group.

Vernon Neece (Neece)

If my memory is correct Bill Quatmen plyed trumpet, not trombone.  I also think he went on to have a career in the Chicago area singing & playing guitar.

Patrick Furlong

Speaking of Bill Quateman (ETHS, '65), some of you may remember that he a had a brief, modestly successful career in the 1970s as a folk/pop musician, which is covered very briefly in his Wikipedia entry [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Quateman]. Since then, he apparently has been involved in wholistic and natural medicine healthcare [https://advancedbiocell.com/directors/].

Bruce Boyer

One final thought re: bands. I remembered that Bill Quateman did indeed play trumpet but not with the Windjammers. He was in a rival band called the Illwinds that did play dance music. The Windjammers were strictly Dixielkand.

Renee Sherer (Schleicher)

The following is about Bill Quateman from Wikipedia.

Bill Quateman (born November 4, 1947, Chicago, Illinois)^[1] is an American singer-songwriter. Quateman released four albums in the 1970s and charted with the single "Only Love", which reached No. 86 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1973.^[2]

• Bill Quateman (Columbia Records, 1972) U.S. No. 206^[1]
• Night After Night (RCA Victor, 1977) U.S. No. 129^[1]
• Shot in the Dark (RCA Victor, 1977)
• Just Like You (RCA Victor, 1979)
• The Almost Eve of Everything (Next of Kin Music, 2000)
• Trust with Buzz Feiten (Dreamsville Records, 2002)

Marty Campbell

dear Renée.

thank you for today’s post on our Message Forum.
and all your scant & subtle lines throughout our eths1964 life together
including your wee pome just 7 years ago of your 30 yet to go.

i observe you from afar even as we are all closer
here than we ever were in skool
and older than we could hope to be in our common era
ragged and male as i am!  you divine feminine.  
only you can know what i mean

“…

I meander through my life
As family daughter, mother, wife.
I hope to leave a trail of grace,
To live and love, with friends’ embrace.

Thirty years I’ve yet to go
As mother’s, father’s gene pools show.
What it is I’ll leave behind
Challenges my frame of mind.

What’s past is past; I cannot change,
As my life I rearrange.
I look around, see open doors.
For me, there still is so much more.

Not for me a life of rest
At sixty-eight, what’s my next quest?

© Renee Schleicher 2015”

all gracing our presences with your sheer elegance and dignity
of all human being and all life presence.  

your scant lines and
immense elegant, dignified lines and truthes
between all lines of your life and generations.  

i hope to stay with you
as our divine, subtle, transparent class shepherdess
for all our 23 more years

at least as far as i may go
perhaps only i can know for me

along this immense trail of grace you leave behind
in your ever subtle elegant dignified archaic and suited
rhyme & verse meander

even in my broken free verse
i shall try

© copy rite to copywrite now and until marty campbell

Renee Sherer (Schleicher)

Marty, thank you for your kind words, particularly about my poem from many years ago.  I had no idea that it continued to have an impact.  Pandemic has silenced my creative spirit, unfortunately, unlike that of our prolific classmate Robert Lindner. Still, this week's Ukraine conflict has affected me deeply, and I will post a poem, separately, about that.

Renee Sherer (Schleicher)

And Now, Again, Still….

Odessa.  I’ve been there.

Climbed Potemkin’s steps.

Yalta, too, where three powers joined

To plan the end of World War II;

Today young men pile sandbags

Against a feared Black Sea assault.

Sheltered American, I’ve never

Experienced war myself.  But

I’ve seen its aftermath.

Cambodia’s killing fields.

Nam’s Hanoi Hilton

Rwanda, where neighbor slaughtered neighbor.

Namibia, where Germans smote the local tribes.

At Flanders, cross upon cross,

I’ve seen World War I trenches

And where scarlet poppies blow.

Jerusalem, Skokie, Amsterdam, museums

Reminding us of Jewish deaths.

Each one brings tears, but

Tears of distance and of time

.

And now, again, still.

In the shadow of a million Covid deaths… Ukraine.

A million plus displaced, thousands lost

And more to come.

Generation after generation,

Humans still inhumane.

© 2022 Renee Schleicher

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Robert Lindner

Hi Renee:

Thanks for the poem and the mention of my works. My recent poems have been in a form that came from a world war one poem by Wilfred Owen. 

Greater Love

Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure

When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!

Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and              rolling there
Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce Love they bear

Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.

Your voice sings not so soft, --
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft, --
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear

Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.

Heart, you were never hot,
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:

Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.

By Wilfred Owen

Susan Chausow (Southam)

Renee and Robert and Marty------thank you all so much. This is a time for poetry. This is a time for eloquence. We have too little of both in popular culture and political discourse (if you can call it that). 

Fred Brostoff

Classmate Lincoln Krochmal asked that I post the following message that he wrote:

I spent much of 2021 writing about my experience with the stroke I suffered in 2010. It is written from the unique perspective of a physician/patient.  At long last, the book published this week and is now available on Amazon. Here is a pic of the cover. 

Sherwin "Jay" Siegall

Great title and Cover Lincoln! Congrats!!!!

Renee Sherer (Schleicher)

Robert : thank you for posting the Wilfred Owen poem.  I was not familiar with him, but his words brought chills.

Susan: thank you for your kind words.  None of us is Amanda Gorman, but any words that help us still the anxieties of these uncertain times are worthwhile sharing.

Preston Cook

Hello Lincoln,  Congratulations on publishing your book.  I am sure it will be a facinating read.

Marty Campbell

amazing speed, Lincoln.  how old are you?  a year writing and the next year publishing in March?!?!?  i would say you've recovered your YOUTH!!!  maybe even eths skills and capability!  go!  our fellow writer.

Alison Van Swearingen (Brown)

Hey Lincoln,  Good on you for spending a good year of your life to write a book from the perspective of both sides.  It will no doubt be a good read.

Lincoln Krochmal

to Fred, Marty, Alison,Preston, Jay,

Thank you  to all for your very kind words and support. I think I tapped into our unique ETHS spirit to find the strength and focus to write this book!

Best wishes to all and be well and be safe,

Lincoln