"Sporky" -- as we called him -- was one of my best friends ... and a rare mix of brains and athleticism. He bravely battled Hodgkin's disease and underwent experimental treatments at the Fred Hutchinson Institute, but passed away far too soon. We spent many, many hours playing basketball and football together. My heart goes out to his Whitman widow Wendy: their favorite song was "Close to You" by The Carpenters.
Betsy lived across the street from me. I didn't know her well. I'm sorry to hear of her passing.
From Cooky (Schuman) Goldblatt on February 25th, 2020
I met Betsy in 6th grade at Whittier Woods Elem. We always had a good time together, and even wrote our "own" humor magazine. Well we thought it was funny. I lost touch with Betsy, but heard that she became a lawyer in the public realm. I also heard that her death was sudden ... from an aneurysm. I hope she didn't suffer.
From Jim Hoffman on March 25th, 2019
Betsy was in my elemenatry school class at Whittier Woods Elementary School, and she always was very hardworking, dedicated to doing her best, and was just a very nice person. Things got busier as we progressed towards high school, so I lost touch with her--- but some people will always stay in our memories, and Betsy was one of those fine people.
If I recall correctly, her father owned Bruce's Variety store in the group of businesses that were in the strip mall bordered by Arlington Rd. and Bradley Blvd. That store was a part of the heart and soul and fabric of old Bethesda. My family went in there at the start of every school year to get supplies. The Dotson's were an integral part of our hometown.
Bill was a founding member of the VI-Kings. A great guitarist and a fun guy to be around. Very talented, sharp as a tack, but a very gentle man at his core. We miss him every day and honor his memory by learning songs that Bill would have loved playing.
My relationship with Nancy began our sophomore year and continued for almost four years, until halfway through our sophomore year at our respective colleges.
Nancy was kind and thoughtful, always positive and ready to smile. She was academically accomplished, earning a degree in chemistry from Perdue University. (Whitman’s chemistry teacher Mr. George had a lot to do with that).
After we graduated Whitman, in addition to time together during school vacations, she visited me at college midway into our freshman year, and flew out to visit me the fall of our sophomore year. But, the 700 miles between our colleges finally proved too much for the relationship. We both knew it. There were simply too many distractions for us, too much time apart.
In our time together I learned what it meant to be in a relationship. Sometimes the process involved clumsy interactions and misunderstandings, mostly thanks to me. But, fortunately for me, Nancy was patient.
We had fun. I have warm and treasured memories of our experiences and activities. We shared the excitement and apprehension of leaving home for college.
Quite by accident, I ran into her over twenty years ago and for a time we exchanged a few cordial emails, mostly Christmas notes. I was married, 3 kids; she was on her second marriage, no kids. She worked in a lab on the U of Illinois campus. In the course of our occasional email exchanges she was diagnosed with thyroid problems. She didn’t say a lot about her condition, but not long after our exchange of a couple of emails a year become one email, and then no emails. Out of what I intended as deference to her apparent wishes for privacy, I didn’t ask for updates on her health, or press for further communication.
While she died in 2014, I only recently learned of her passing, through Alan Ross – I had provided Alan with what at that point was my somewhat dated contact information for Nancy, for him to approach her about the reunion, and it was through Alan that I learned she was gone. That was a sad day for me.
The words are not commensurate with the sentiment - I am deeply grateful for my time with Nancy, and I remember her with affection.
I saw Jimmy shortly before he died ... and we shared many laughs. He was a fabulous quarterback, great athlete, good guy ... and his sister dated Gary Browne! Susan sent a lovely note that we read at our Whitman Hall of Fame tribute luncheon to Gary -- and I know it meant a lot to him.
Carol and I were friends. I remember being at her house. She came to visit me when I was at Antioch College and she was at Earlham. Very sad.
From Barry Kemelhor on March 1st, 2020
Dear sweet Carol ... she and I were the only two Jewish kids in the entire Wood Acres Elementary School -- they had religious covenants in housing then -- and every year we'd both be humiliated by music teacher Mrs. Daley leading the "All School Sing" in dozens of lovely Christmas Carols, before having Carol and I stand up and be identified as "our two Hebroid friends in the audience!" And if that wasn't mortifying enough, Mrs. Daley then had everyone sing the juvenile "Dredel, Dredel, Dredel" as a prime example of "a Chanukkah Carol." I'm not sure this Carol ever recovered from it ...
Ronald Morse was my first cousin. He died in a boating accident along with another boy,John Baker. . He was almost seventeen. This happened on Sunday afternoon November 3,1968. I was fifteen at the time. He was about a year and a half older than me. It was a bitter pill for our family to have to swallow. His death was so untimely. It was particularly hard on his parents.
Jim and I hung out at Whitman and in New York City where we both lived later. Last time I saw him was on a 34th St cross town bus.
From Barry Kemelhor on March 1st, 2020
Some people are reluctant to return to their class reunions if they're not doing so well or looking their best. Jimmy showed tremendous courage and class coming back to our 40th in the late stages of a cancer that deformed his mouth and jaw. We talked at length that night ... and I was clearly more "sorry" for him than HE was for himself. He died shortly thereafter ... after making a huge impression on everyone who was there that night. Forever a stand-up guy ...
PERATINO Spero Peratino On Thursday, February 12, 2009 of Potomac, MD. Beloved brother of MaryAnn P. Jobe and her husband Steven. Uncle of Christina Irene Jobe and Michael Thomas Jobe. He was the son of the late Petro Peratino and the late Olga Peratino. Friends will be received at PUMPHREY‘S BETHESDA-CHEVY CHASE FUNERAL HOME, 7557 Wisconsin Avenue, Bethesda, MD on Wednesday, February 18 from 3 to 5 and 7 to 9 p.m. Service and interment will be private. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the American Heart Association, P.O. Box 5216, Glen Allen, VA 23058-5216. Please view and sign family guestbook at: www.pumphreyfuneralhome.com.
Susie was my friend from kindergarden through High School, after which we somehow lost contact. I have photos of her from my elementary school birthday parties and memories of attending concerts with her family. Susie was one of the sweetest people I've ever met.
I knew Les from 2nd grade on ... and she was the finest female kickball player I ever saw! Left-footed too ... and thus impossible to defense. They say, "You never forget your FIRST female southpaw kickball crush" ... and I haven't. R.I.P., Les.