Still feel like 28! LOL!

 

Chris Cullen, 1968

Chris Cullen, 1968

That’s what our Burbank High classmate Christine Cullen Bartlett said about turning 65 last year. Her daughter treated her and her Tri Delta friends to lunch at her favorite Mexican Restaurant, La Villa Kitchen, in San Dimas, CA. Chris writes, “We had a great time! 65 has been an odd age…it’s ‘the next box.’ In my head I feel only 28! LOL. ”

Chris Cullen Bartlett and  herdaughter Amy

Chris Cullen Bartlett and her daughter Amy

Chris grew up with us, from Thomas Jefferson Elementary, to John Muir Junior High, and finally to Burbank High — but when I looked for her picture in the Ceralbus, I couldn’t find it. That’s because her family moved to Sacramento in her senior year and she graduated from Mira Loma High School. So even though she is technically one of the “X” graduates, she gets included in all the BHS class correspondence.

Chris with daughter Amy and son Mathew Bartlett.

Chris with daughter Amy and son Mathew Bartlett.

She loved studying art at Cal State Northridge (drawing, painting, printmaking and woodworking) but it never became a career for her. She didn’t want it to become something that she “had” to do. So in past years she used her artistic ability to design patches for Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts (sadly, no longer available). She enjoyed knowing that her designs could be worn by scouts everywhere.

Wooden folk art by Chris Cullen Bartlett

Wooden folk art by Chris Cullen Bartlett

For several years she created and painted wood folk art and it became a small business. At the same time, she started cutting out wood patterns for other crafters. Chris says, “My children were little and this could all be done out of my garage. It was nice being a stay-at-home mom while they were young.”

These days, Chris crochets all the time, saying “there’s always one more person that I want to make an afghan for. Every November, I crochet a USA flag afghan for my church’s Christmas boutique raffle. I made a flag for Steve Hunt, class of ’68, and a very proud Army Veteran.

Here are just a few samples of Chris’ artwork. As people commented, “Such an impressive body of work and so diverse, Chris! Love it! . . . How nice! Very talented! . . . You’ve got a wonderful gift. . . Your art is a gift from the Lord. . . I’ve always been so impressed with your talent.”

2017 UPDATE: 

I just reread the one you wrote about me, back in 2015. The words you wrote, about me, seem to still apply today. Nothing much has changed. I’m still crocheting all the time. I have been able to sell some of the flag afghans! Mostly the “thin blue line” flags, for law enforcement. My daughter, Amy, 33, is still working as a computer tech, for Disney. She loves it. The people are great to work for and the “perks” at Disney are pretty nice. My son, Mathew, 35, is still an Army Ranger, but has been promoted to the rank of Captain….and was recently made commander of the Montana Airborne unit. Hooah
I hope you will pursue a mini reunion, for all the BHS ’68 grads that live by you. I would love to see the pictures of you all together. Thank you again for taking time to write blogs for us. You have such a wonderful talent. Best wishes to you for the new year! Take care!

Love, Christine Cullen Bartlett

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Turning 65 . . . what happened?

Seems like only yesterday, the Class of 1968 was standing on the stage of the Starlight Bowl, looking forward to a bright future.

In 2015, many in the Burbank High Class of 1968 will turn 65 and be eligible for Medicare! I know some of you have shared your 65th birthday pictures on Facebook, and it would be really interesting to find out how you celebrated. Did you:

922161. Go skydiving and jump out of an airplane?
2. Go on a cruise?
3. Have a party with a lot of guests?
4. Go out to dinner at a special restaurant?
5. Splurge on buying something expensive for yourself?
6. Get a facelift?

imageDonna Canzoneri Wray was lucky to spend her big birthday at Kutna Hora an hour drive outside of Prague.  She writes, “We visited the Ossuary decorated with 40,000 bones of victims of the plague of 1500 next to the little cemetary, walked through the old square adjacent to St. Barbara’s, enjoyed a gorgeous long view of the valley, saw many bridge statues, and ate a typical Czech lunch. We were on a 44 day trip in 9 countries. We sailed across the Atlantic on a Celebrity ship and took our first river cruise down the Danube River on AMA. Our eldest daughter, Jaisha, on a 2 year assignment working at the U.S. embassy in London, met us in Italy for 5 days. We stayed in Munich with our exchange student from 20 years ago, and met friends in Budapest and Paris. We feel privileged to travel as we do. We have no elderly parents left, no grandchildren, and no pets, so no reason not to travel.”

Thank you so much for writing, Donna! Now how about it, Class of 1968, tell us you celebrated turning 65! Tell us your dreams, how you are going to spend your retirement — or maybe you are grateful for those few nights without getting up to go to the bathroom!

Maybe you are never planning to retire?!

Maybe you are never planning to retire?!

A dream job

Kathy Au Crosier and Barbara Weitbrecht

Kathy Au Crosier and Barbara Weitbrecht had not seen each other in 47 years!

Barbara Weitbrecht

Barbara Weitbrecht, 1968

I am presently in the Washington, D.C. area and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to visit with a member of our Burbank High Class of 1968: Barbara Weitbrecht, who works at the Smithsonian as a database programmer. We have known each other since kindergarten days at Emerson School, and figured that we have not seen each other since high school days — that’s 47 years!

Barbara attended the University of California at San Francisco and majored in marine biology. After she obtained her master’s degree, she got a job at the California Academy of Sciences in San Francisco. In 1988 she took the job at the Smithsonian, and twenty-seven years later, she’s still there in what she calls her “dream job,” where she works in the National Air and Space Museum. She loves museums, and takes advantage of the many special exhibitions.

I met Barbara at the entrance to the museum.

I met Barbara at the entrance to the museum.

I found these fascinating facts about the museum (from their website):

  • The Museum is the largest of the Smithsonian’s 19 museums and its Center for Earth and Planetary studies is one of the Institution’s nine research centers.
  • More than eight million people a year visit the Museum’s two locations, making it the most visited museum in the country. Since it opened in 1976, the Museum has welcomed 311 million visitors.
  • The Museum’s collection encompasses some 60,000 objects ranging in size from Saturn V rockets to jetliners to gliders to space helmets to microchips. Fully one-third of the Museum’s aircraft and spacecraft are one-of-a-kind or associated with a major milestone.
  • More than 12,000 cubic feet of documents recording the history, science, and technology of flight are housed in the Museum’s Archives. The facility also holds the most complete collection of aviation and space images — more than 1.75 million photographs and 14,000 film and video titles.

Barbara is about halfway through on writing a novel about alternative realities. She published Ten Dragons, available from Amazon, which she describes:

This is a book about dragons.

Working at the Smithsonian is a perfect job for Barbara.

Working at the Smithsonian is a perfect job for Barbara.

The subtitle, “a chapbook,” is often applied to small, hand-crafted, self-published volumes of poetry. Like a poetry chapbook, this book is short — barely 33 manuscript pages. And, like poems, the ten chapters are self-contained texts, united by a progression of ideas. Despite a shared character, the wyrm-slayer Sir William, they are not meant to form a single story.

Some chapters, notably “Dark” and “Egg”, are evocative fragments; others are traditional stories, with a beginning, middle and end. The settings range from an imagined Medieval society to modern times. The dragons range from the literal to the symbolic.

I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Both of us marveled at how we have been able to connect with classmates through the Internet and especially through Facebook. Both of us also wondered how it was that some of our classmates remembered what we had written or said even from junior high days! And unfortunately, the memories are starting to fade.

Still it is important to reconnect with one another, especially in this year when most of us have or will turn 65. I can’t promise that I can visit with every member of our class but perhaps you can write how you celebrated your birthday this year?

 

The fragility of life

imgresFrom time to time, everyone is touched by the fragility of life, that is, the sudden death of someone who was supposed to live a long and happy life. Just a couple of days ago, the tech world was stunned by the death of SurveyMonkey CEO, David Goldberg, age 47, who died while on a family vacation. In the news today, the autopsy is showing that he apparently had a heart arrhythmia, and his death may not have wholly been the result of head trauma after his fall from a treadmill. Still, his family and colleagues are shocked at his sudden demise. The unexpected death leaves survivors with a tremendous sense of loss, and especially, the missed opportunity to say ‘goodbye.’

A Celebration of Life for Clayton Crossen will be held on Saturday, May 9th at Mount Shasta City Park.

A Celebration of Life for Clayton Crossen will be held on Saturday, May 9th at Mount Shasta City Park.

Our Burbank High ’68 classmate, Roger Guggenheimer, is grieving, following the sudden loss of his son, Clayton. In a Facebook post he wrote:

“For those who have not heard or may not know, we lost our 20 year old Clayton yesterday. He was in a terrible car crash, which took him from us way before his time. He was a beautiful, gentle, and kind soul. May  he rest in peace.”

The loss of a child, no matter what age, is absolutely devastating. I know firsthand — my first child died two hours after birth — our grief was unimaginable and we were inconsolable. There is a website called GriefHaven, which is a support group for parents whose children have died. The author writes: We are parents who are traveling this unwanted path of grieving the loss of our children. None of us want to be here. Whether your child was with you for fifteen minutes or 50 years, the end result is the same. Your beloved child is gone, and now you are left to pick up the pieces and go on.  

You are invited to write messages of condolence and comfort to Roger in the Comments section below.

imgres-1Yesterday classmate Steve Raine wrote to me, “As we experience more and more the passing of our classmates, I want to suggest that we invite people to share their own ‘Obits’ now, while they/we are still here. No one can share our lives, our lives’ preciousness, and our deepest values, joys and loves better than we, ourselves, can. Plus, it might help us to more intently realize the reality of our mortality, and maybe strive to give a few more hugs, and smell the roses a bit more.”

When I was asked to write this blog by the BHS’68 Reunion Committee three years ago, it was my hope that I would reach out to every single classmate, and “tell your story.” Especially as we all pass or are about to pass that magic age of 65 this year, our own immortality is staring us in the face. How would you like to be remembered? What do you want on your epitaph? You can use the Contact Us form above, or simply write to me here. I especially would appreciate hearing from you if you have also lost a child. Our hearts are with you, and with Roger.

 

Laura’s legacy

Laura Ziskin

Laura Ziskin

Of all the Burbank High 1968 graduates, perhaps our classmate Laura Ziskin was the most famous and known outside of our class. I have written about her before — if you click these links:  “A celebrity in our class” and “Speaking from the grave“, you’ll read all about her star-studded productions of the Academy Awards (2002 and 2007), and movies such as Pretty Woman, What about Bob, As Good as it Gets, and Spider-Man. Her last film was The Butler,  and she died on June 12, 2011 of breast cancer.

Stand Up to Cancer has raised more than $261 million for cancer research.

Stand Up to Cancer has raised more than $261 million for cancer research.

Of her many accomplishments, though, the one Laura would probably be most proud, was the co-founding of Stand Up to Cancer, a charitable organization of the Entertainment Industry Foundation, which aims to raise funds for cancer research through online and television specials. It was started in the fall of 2007 by women who had been affected by cancer and aims to raise awareness that everyone is connected by cancer, either directly or by family relative. The American Cancer Society statistics they quote are one out of every two men and one out of every three women will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetime. Sobering, isn’t it?

Laura Ziskin was one of Hollywood's most successful film producers.

Laura Ziskin was one of Hollywood’s most successful film producers.

Look through the Memorial List of just our Burbank High 1968 classmates and see the names of those who have died of cancer: Dawn Bennett, Max Byers, Cathy Carlson, Ron Dandy, Patti Dobson, Rich Franco, Martha Garrett, Roger Golnick, Mark Grogan, Jackie Handley, Kay Hoadley, Sean Largey, Raymond Lewis, Julie Ann Livingston, Bob Northrop, Nancy Pierce, Steve Potter, Patrick Reynish, Janis Shovald, John Thomas, Kathi Wagner, and Laura Ziskin. 

And just last night, I sat down to read the latest Time magazine, and on the last page was an interview with television anchor Katie Couric. Right away, the first question to her was “How did the nonprofit you co-founded, Stand Up to Cancer, get involved with the PBS series premiering March 30?” and she answered:

Cancer has been life-shattering for me. My husband died of colon cancer in 1998. My sister died of pancreatic cancer three years later. Laura Ziskin, one of my co-founders, died of breast cancer. She’d read an advance copy of The Emperor of all Maladies and immediately said, “We have to turn this into a documentary.”

Isn’t it amazing, that almost four years after her death, her name would still be brought up for her accomplishments?

The Trouble with Truth

Beth Kelly, 1968

Beth Kelly, 1968

It was because of my last post about Bill Reimers first book, Icicles in the Park, that prompted Sally Bartley Moss to let me know that another of our Burbank High 1968 classmates is a published author — Elizabeth Kelly Stephenson whom we remember as Beth Kelly!

I quickly found her book on Amazon, which describes her work as “A riveting, brilliantly written debut memoir, The Trouble with Truth is a story of hope and transformation, of family and forgiveness.”

Beth Kelly Stephen's book is available on Amazon.

Beth Kelly Stephenson’s book is available on Amazon.

Beth Kelly feels trapped in a continuous cycle of destructive relationships. First there’s Roland, the handsome ski instructor who turns out to be a liar and a drunk, fully capable of threatening Beth with a gun to prevent her from leaving him.

Breaking free from Roland after she makes a failed suicide attempt, Beth meets tight-lipped Sam, who is, sadly, Roland redux. Meanwhile, Roland still calls whenever he needs money, twisting Beth’s emotions for his own gain.

Beth seems doomed to continue making self-destructive choices, both in her relationships and career, until renowned therapist and author Jean C. Jenson (Reclaiming Your Life) changes everything. Jenson helps Beth see the world truthfully, a painful process but ultimately one that liberates Beth. As Jean notes, “The truth will set you free. But first it will make you miserable.”

Beth Kelly Stephenson today

Beth Kelly Stephenson today

According to the author page, “Elizabeth Kelly Stephenson was born in Santa Monica, California, but escaped the smog of Southern California at age twenty-eight to marry her ski instructor after a whirlwind courtship. The marriage predictably didn’t pan out, but the blue skies of Idaho’s Wood River Valley had a hold on her. She stayed on there for fifteen years, working as Executive Director of the Crisis Hotline, a twenty-four hour crisis line, where she dealt daily with issues of domestic violence, child abuse, and mental illness, themes that drive her memoir, The Trouble with Truth. Elizabeth now lives with her second husband in Bend, Oregon, in a house with a big front porch, three entitled cats, two poodles, and two honorary poodles. She is fast at work on her second book, a novel, Liz Bits — a story about what happens when a single mom’s father comes to live with her after he is paroled from prison after twenty years.”

Latest reviews of Beth's book

Latest reviews of Beth’s book

I absolutely loved reading some of the reviews of Beth’s book, and especially appreciated that you can read previews of the text by clicking here. Her conversational writing style is immediately engaging, and draws you into the story.

I was able to make contact with Beth who tells me that after being in Idaho for fifteen years, she and her second husband briefly moved to the San Luis Obispo, CA area  and stayed four years. While in California she absolutely loved her job as a tour guide at Hearst Castle and learned that she loved to tell stories and involve her visitors with the wonder of the place. But they missed the Northwest and moved to Oregon in 2009 where her husband has ten grandchildren.

She hopes to publish her second book, a novel called Liz Bits, within a year.

Congratulations, Beth, on your accomplishments as an author!

“I want a divorce”

Bill Reimers, 1968

Bill Reimers, 1968

“I want a divorce.”

A relatively short sentence that takes only a second to speak, but whose effects last a lifetime. I was forty-seven when my wife made that statement and it was one of those moments in time, in our lives, we remember perfectly, and usually with a sense of dread and discomfort.”

So begins a book called Icicles in the Park by Burbank High ’68 classmate Bill Reimers who tells us he is another published author! And these days, you can get his book on Amazon or even immediately, as a Kindle download. [UPDATE: Bill writes that his book, “Icicles in the Park” is now available at Amazon.com in paperback.  “I would love for some of our classmates to read it and learn a bit about me as an adult.  It is only 12.99 and a good read I’ve been told.”]

Here’s what Bill wrote as a summary of the book:

This is the story of the journey my 8 year-old daughter and I traveled as a result of the unexpected break-up of our family. It is filled with heart break and heart warming experiences we went through during the most difficult divorce process. It is my hope that the readers of our story will learn and benefit from our experiences and have a much smoother process during their divorce.

Bill Reimers' book

Bill Reimers’ book is available on Amazon and Kindle.

Topics which are covered include:

Chapter 1. Divorce: A seven-letter word with four letter word effects

Chapter 2: Getting through the first months

Chapter 3: Help from an unexpected source

Chapter 4: A bit of history

Chapter 5: Icicles in the Park

Chapter 6: The power of love and mall shopping

Chapter 7: Settling in

Chapter 8: Two steps forward; one step backward

Chapter 9: Some major do’s in the divorce process

Chapter 10: Major don’ts in the divorce process

Chapter 11: What an incredible journey this has been

Chapter 12: Lindsay and I now

If you click here, you will be able to read previews of each chapter. The book is 155 pages long and has been published by Waterfront Press.

And if you’d like to see what Bill has been up to since high school, you can go back and read my other posts: Fishing for salmon, instead of veins; and Without apology. Congratulations, Bill, on your latest accomplishment!

Hey, classmates — do write in and tell us your news! I see a lot of your pictures on FaceBook, but I won’t re-publish without your permission. The easiest way to send me news is to email me.

 

RIP Phil Dionysius, 1950-2015

Phil Dionysius, 1950-2015

Phil Dionysius, 1968

We just learned about the death of our Burbank High ’68 classmate, Phil Dionysius, who died on March 26, 2015 in Firestone, CO. He was a loving husband, father, grandfather and friend. Phil is survived by his wife Jodie, four children, brother, sister, niece, and seven grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his parents, Henry and Esther Dionysius.

Phil died in Firestone, Colorado.

Phil died in Firestone, Colorado.

Phil served in the U.S. Army and did one tour in Vietnam. He also was stationed in Germany and was in the reserves, being honorably discharged in 1985. He moved to Colorado with his family in 1979. He was married to his wife, Dana from 1969-1993 and they had four children together. He married his current wife, Jodie, in 1993. He loved his family and friends and his love for animals was beautiful. He will be greatly missed.

If you have any remembrances of Phil to share, please write them in the comments section below. You can also leave condolence messages for his family at this link.

Without apology

The last post I wrote on joining the Widows Club must really have struck a chord. We heard from three other people, so far, who have unwittingly “joined the club”: Jodi Tillotson Huddleston, Bill Reimers and Henny Golnick (wife of BHS’68 grad, Roger Golnick), and you can see their comments by clicking here: “A club we never wanted to join.”

Louise Good Hernandez, while not a widow, sent along the link to an excellent article by Lauren Shaw. Lauren is in fact the niece of BHS’68 grad Jan Wahler Hill (who promises to write soon!) I am reposting the entire article here, because reading it may be of comfort to anyone going through the grief process or in need of encouragement of any kind.

Without apology.

I am pretty sure that I cried every day for most of my first year of graduate school. Well, maybe I took off a few Saturdays and vacation days.

It was a lonely and difficult season of life, and I shed a lot of tears.  I cried many, many of those tears by myself. I cried in the shower and I cried in the car. And, when I did cry in the company of others, I apologized, embarrassed of the hot tears that dared escape in the company of another. 

I am definitely not alone in how I handled those tears. Since those days I have met many people who only cry alone. And, if they happen to cry in front of others, they are sure to apologize. I wonder why we apologize for our tears. Why do we feel ashamed and embarrassed by this honest expression of emotion?

dbb888_dbd91282b22745388b2eccb123e47db5.jpg_srz_p_208_208_75_22_0.50_1.20_0I am sure that there are many reasons why we hold back our tears and apologize when we let them escape. I think perhaps we forget the message of the tears. Tears tell us something. People cry because something matters to them. This is why a mother cries when holding her baby for the first time, why a young person cries when they experience heart break. It’s why we cry at weddings and funerals, when we fight, and when we are afraid. It’s been said that there are six core emotions: happy, sad, angry, scared, excited, and tender. I have seen people cry when experiencing each of these emotions. The tears tell us that something is happening in our hearts, and that always matters.

Some people argue that sometimes they just cry; it’s not a big deal. Or, they cry over a “little thing” and apologize because the trigger for the tears does not seem to merit crying over. But the tears are still telling us something important. They are telling us that something is happening in our hearts that needs attention. If something is happening in your heart, it is crucial to attend to it. Imagine yourself tearing up because you cannot find your shoe. Normally this would not even phase you, and so you brush the tears away, look for the shoe, and go on with your day. Later the cashier at the store will not accept the merchandise you want to return. Once again, the tears threaten. Once again you hold them in, and start to label yourself as “overly emotional” or “dramatic.”

Choosing to restrain your tears while standing at the Customer Service desk at WalMart is probably a good idea. Dismissing these tears is not. These tears are an indication that something is happening in your heart. Perhaps they serve as a reminder that you are in the middle of a difficult emotional time; maybe you are grieving a loss or anxious about an upcoming transition. Or maybe nothing of great magnitude is happening, but you are feeling overwhelmed with life and physically exhausted. Either way, something is going on in your heart, something you need to pay attention to, understand, and respond to.

Another reason that I see people apologize for tears is that they fear the response of others. What if their tears make someone else uncomfortable? What if their friend does not know how to handle the tears? What if people think they are being overdramatic, or label them as needy? And these are real risks. However, there are also real risks in closing off your heart and choosing not to share what is going on. If you hole up, isolate, and hide your true self and true emotions, you may find yourself locked up in a prison of your own making. If you shut off your tears often enough, they will stop flowing, and your heart will harden. This is no way to live. You can only claim responsibility for your own choices, actions, and judgments. You can choose to live with an honest and vulnerable integrity, risking judgment because you believe that intimacy and community are worth the risks. 

There are many, many reasons why people hold in their tears and apologize for them. And I know that there are times when holding in tears is the wisest, best decision. There is a time and a place for everything. 

Yes, for everything, even tears. Letting those tears fall and sharing them with someone else can lead to healing. It can show us how to care for and nurture our own hearts and the hearts of those we love. It can deepen relationship and lead to encouragement and hope. So the next time the tears threaten like a thundercloud and the time and place feel worth the risk, take it. Let the tears fall without apology.

By Lauren Shaw, Ph.D.

A club we never wanted to join

Spanish Club, Latin Club, Health Careers Club, Camera Club, Writer’s Club . . . these were just a few of the many clubs Burbank High students could join to pursue further interests.

But now, nearly forty-seven years after graduation, there is one club that several of us never wanted to join, and yet find ourselves members: The Widows Club. Some of you may have heard that I’m the newest member (I think) — with the death of my husband, Carl Crosier last August. Among other Burbank High Class of 1968 members that I am aware of are Sallie Shelton Thomas (her husband, classmate John Thomas died June 4, 2013); Roxanne Leko Lewis (her husband Thomas Lewis died October 12, 2013), and Mary Bozeman Ellerbeck. 

Mary Bozeman, 1968

Mary Bozeman, 1968

Mary Bozeman Ellerbeck

Mary Bozeman Ellerbeck

It all started with Mary filling out the Contact Us form at the top of the page. She is now retired from being an office manager in a medical office. Mary said she and her husband, Lenny “Doc” Ellerbeck were married twenty-five years, but it’s been nine years since she became a widow. They lived in Omaha, NE where “Doc” was a loan officer and collection manager at a local credit union until he died of a massive heart attack.

“We ended up having a large funeral for Doc as his sister-in-law’s Mother passed a couple days before he did so the entire family was in town . . . the small family affair we had planned turned into a large gathering. It was beautiful, with his favorite music and lots of family speaking.”

She went into a deep depression after he passed and was just going through the motions, until her sister suggested that they move to Colorado. They moved to Loveland, about 20 minutes from Estes Park, where Mary got into photography and filming wild elk. After a couple years, though, she moved back to Nebraska to be with her family.

Lenny "Doc" Ellerbeck

Lenny “Doc” Ellerbeck

Mary had some very insightful words on the grief process: “When you suffer a loss as we have, it is like a huge hole in your heart with rough jagged edges like shards of glass and it even hurts to breathe.  Over time the jagged edges smooth over like pebbles in a mountain stream.  The hole is always there but the pain is less and you can actually breathe again. . .  just keep putting one foot in front of the other and you will find your balance again. Remember, there is no right or wrong way to work through your grief. You have a right to be sad or angry — we all work through it in our own way.”

Mary Bozeman's daughter and son-in-law.

Mary Bozeman’s daughter and son-in-law.

Thankfully, Maryʻs daughter, Shelly, moved in with her for a year so they had each other to lean on. Shelly is now married to a wonderful man who thinks of Mary as his own mom, and Mary now has a beautiful granddaughter, Liberty. The best news is that Mary’s husband’s best friend of 30 years, Gary, came to the funeral — and the three of them (Mary, her daughter, Shelly, and Gary) went back to Colorado to spread “Doc’s” ashes.

Mary's granddaughter, Liberty

Mary’s granddaughter, Liberty

“Gary and I had been in touch all these years and although I went on some dates, none had any spark. Well, last spring Gary came to visit me here in Nebraska (he now lives in Phoenix), and lo and behold, there were sparks! It seemed kind of natural as we had known each other for 30 years, and after much soul searching and discussion, we decided to give the relationship a try. So far, so good, even though it is a long-distance relationship for now.”

Are there any other members of The Widows/Widowers Club in the Burbank High Class of 1968? If so, please write so that we can support each other.