I guess Greg's picture is missing because he transferred to New Trier. I remember Greg as an avid athlete, sports nut, and general all-around good guy. I was unable to copy/paste his obit for some reason, but the highlights were Princeton, U of Chicago MBA, US Army Reserves, and a career with the CBOE. He wasn't a professional model but appeared in ads for Perrier, Berghoffs, and the CBOE. Greg died in 2008 after a two-year battle with head and neck cancer.
Greg was a classmate of my husband, Jim Brown at New Trier, junior and senior year. They were also cheerleaders during basketball season along with Bob and Tom Trukenbrod. Greg went on to become a commodities trader in Chicago and was a big jazz fan. We have a picture that includes Greg from our last class reunion of people who went to NT and ETHS, class of '64. Greg always had a big smile on his face whenever we saw him.
You can Google greg's name and add obit and there is an excellent picture of greg. Used to play poker on weekends until he moved to new trier and lost track of him until his obit, great friend
Thanks, John, Allison, and Jack for posting about Greg and referring us to his obituary. The face that appears there is exactly the one I recall from grade school. A good and nice guy. I wish we had a copy of his modeling at Bergdorf's! Great life, Greg. We will miss you.
I didn't meet Greg until after he left ETHS. He loved to play poker with a group of us on the weekends and played on our 16" softball team when we all came home from college for the summer. He loved jazz and especially liked the Rolling Stones and used to argue that they were better than the Beatles. He was a really smart guy.
I knew Greg at ETHS during freshman and sophomore years, from the freshman swimming team with Coach Elliot. I was a backstroker, slower than most, but I tried. Greg was a breaststroker and, if memory serves, also a free-styler. Then he and his family moved, and he attended New Trier junior and senior years.
Greg and I became closer friends after we both went to Princeton in the Fall of '64, and especially after we both joined Charter Club (one of the "eating clubs'" at Princeton, somewhat like fraternities, but no national affiliation) in Spring of '66. We ate together and played a lot of poker(too much, really) junior and senior years. Greg had his own program on the university radio station, WPRB, playing jazz and blues, which Greg really knew well.
I remember sophomore year especially, because each evening during his radio program he would have a "prize" song, usually jazz, where the first person to call in with the correct artist and name of the song would get two free tickets to a feature length movie at the Princeton movie theatre. Sophomore year, my roomates were Jim Guetzkow ETHS '64, Ralph Hovnanian '64, and Cliff Karchmer from Memphis, and since Jim was part of the Windjammers, Ron Hockett '64 and Jack Howe '65, also Windjammers, were often over at our room in the evening when Greg played his prize song. Between them, Jim, Ron and Jack knew just about every jazz song and artist within about four notes (no kidding). As soon as Greg announced the next song was the prize song, we would dial up the first six digits of the WPRB phone number. When the song came on,within four notes and sometimes fewer, we would hit the seventh digit, thus almost always beingthe first caller to identify the correct song and artist. We won a lot of free movies, needless to say.
After graduation, Greg attended almost every Princeton Class of '68 reunion, and I attended some myself. We would always get a dorm room together for the reunion, in the residence hall closest to where the reunion was being held. This way, we could be there close for meals and the reunion parties, and within easy walking distance after drinking generous amounts of beer. It was a kick.
In his last months, stricken with illness, Greg lived with his mom and dad and suffered a fair amount, though we talked on the phone several times. He is missed.
Jack Hayes
I guess Greg's picture is missing because he transferred to New Trier. I remember Greg as an avid athlete, sports nut, and general all-around good guy. I was unable to copy/paste his obit for some reason, but the highlights were Princeton, U of Chicago MBA, US Army Reserves, and a career with the CBOE. He wasn't a professional model but appeared in ads for Perrier, Berghoffs, and the CBOE. Greg died in 2008 after a two-year battle with head and neck cancer.
RIP, Greg.
Alison Van Swearingen (Brown)
Greg was a classmate of my husband, Jim Brown at New Trier, junior and senior year. They were also cheerleaders during basketball season along with Bob and Tom Trukenbrod. Greg went on to become a commodities trader in Chicago and was a big jazz fan. We have a picture that includes Greg from our last class reunion of people who went to NT and ETHS, class of '64. Greg always had a big smile on his face whenever we saw him.
John McCabe
You can Google greg's name and add obit and there is an excellent picture of greg. Used to play poker on weekends until he moved to new trier and lost track of him until his obit, great friendHolly Romans (Green)
Thanks, John, Allison, and Jack for posting about Greg and referring us to his obituary. The face that appears there is exactly the one I recall from grade school. A good and nice guy. I wish we had a copy of his modeling at Bergdorf's! Great life, Greg. We will miss you.
Gregory Udell
I remember Greg very well. Many poker games and ballgames. Terrific guy, extremely interesting to talk with. Sorry I lost touch over the years.
Stephen Bruhn
I didn't meet Greg until after he left ETHS. He loved to play poker with a group of us on the weekends and played on our 16" softball team when we all came home from college for the summer. He loved jazz and especially liked the Rolling Stones and used to argue that they were better than the Beatles. He was a really smart guy.
Stephen Smith
Didn't Greg also go to Miller Elementary?
Karl Morthole
I knew Greg at ETHS during freshman and sophomore years, from the freshman swimming team with Coach Elliot. I was a backstroker, slower than most, but I tried. Greg was a breaststroker and, if memory serves, also a free-styler. Then he and his family moved, and he attended New Trier junior and senior years.
Greg and I became closer friends after we both went to Princeton in the Fall of '64, and especially after we both joined Charter Club (one of the "eating clubs'" at Princeton, somewhat like fraternities, but no national affiliation) in Spring of '66. We ate together and played a lot of poker (too much, really) junior and senior years. Greg had his own program on the university radio station, WPRB, playing jazz and blues, which Greg really knew well.
I remember sophomore year especially, because each evening during his radio program he would have a "prize" song, usually jazz, where the first person to call in with the correct artist and name of the song would get two free tickets to a feature length movie at the Princeton movie theatre. Sophomore year, my roomates were Jim Guetzkow ETHS '64, Ralph Hovnanian '64, and Cliff Karchmer from Memphis, and since Jim was part of the Windjammers, Ron Hockett '64 and Jack Howe '65, also Windjammers, were often over at our room in the evening when Greg played his prize song. Between them, Jim, Ron and Jack knew just about every jazz song and artist within about four notes (no kidding). As soon as Greg announced the next song was the prize song, we would dial up the first six digits of the WPRB phone number. When the song came on, within four notes and sometimes fewer, we would hit the seventh digit, thus almost always being the first caller to identify the correct song and artist. We won a lot of free movies, needless to say.
After graduation, Greg attended almost every Princeton Class of '68 reunion, and I attended some myself. We would always get a dorm room together for the reunion, in the residence hall closest to where the reunion was being held. This way, we could be there close for meals and the reunion parties, and within easy walking distance after drinking generous amounts of beer. It was a kick.
In his last months, stricken with illness, Greg lived with his mom and dad and suffered a fair amount, though we talked on the phone several times. He is missed.