September 08, 2006


Email from Ron West, AHS-66

Golf, anyone?

9/7/2006 westron2@comcast.net writes:

Hey Danny,

I have been enjoying all the latest about our classmates. Thanks for all you and the committee are doing to prepare for the BIG EVENT!

I almost forgot about updating you with my bio, so here it is. if it is too lengthy, feel free to edit it down.

How's this for a varied career?

After Alemany, I attended L.A. Piece Jr. College and studied Architecture for three semesters while working part time for the L.A. City Schools as an architectural aid.

I joined the Navy in 1969 & became an Air Traffic Controller and was stationed in So. Texas and Midway Island While on Midway I made the All Navy Volleyball team and for my last 3 1/2 months I was based in Hawaii, but traveled all across the USA playing volleyball.

After the Navy, I was hired by the FAA in Colorado Springs and worked tower and approach control. In 1981 President Reagan sent me a letter saying I was fired for striking, so moved on to bigger & better things. The stress was too much anyway.

I then got involved in engineering commercial satellite TV systems. In 1986, we moved to Alpine, UT where I designed and built my own home, which fulfilled my dream of being an architect (see photo).

I am now an inventor. I started by designing products for my own vinyl fence company. In 1996, I was hired as a Technical Director for Kroy Building Products to design new fence products.

In 2001, I quit & started my own business marketing some of my own inventions. I now have over 20 patents in various fields, some of which are licensed to other companies. You can see my web page at www.tufshine.com

My greatest accomplishments are my 3 children, 2 boys and a girl. They were, and still are, the best kids you could ever hope for. They have all left home, so it's a little lonely now. That's not all bad though, now there's more time for golf! Our first grandchild is due in January.

Best regards to everyone.

Ron West
Alpine, Utah

P.S. I'll be coming down early for the Reunion, and wondered if anyone would like to play a round of golf on Friday or maybe Saturday morning. If they do, have them email me at westron2@comcast.net ... Also, I felt really badly to hear that my old friend Jim Lahey had passed away. I'd appreciate any info about Jim or his family, if anyone in the class knows anything. Thanks.
Holistic Medicine

By Maureen Longworth, MD (Pam Pelton's sister)

Sept. 8, 2006

Hi Danny,

Alemany referred me to you about your upcoming reunion. I do all Holistic Medicine and specialize in an integration of mind-body-spirit self healing called “Energy Balancing Medicine.”

I am one of the few doctors trained in this in the U.S and LOVE it and love teaching it. It fits in well with the values we learned at Alemany.

I am doing workshops and classes now in California and lots of Pam’s friends are interested in knowing about them. I am just having my first-ever web site designed, which will likely be finished by time of the reunion. I will email you the site's address when it's ready.

Until then, if anyone in the Class of '66 is interested in information about my workshops, please have them contact me. I also do individual Energy Balancing Sessions.

Thanks so much.

Sincerely,

Maureen
Alemany Class of ‘69

Maureen Longworth, MD
Alaska Holistic Family Medicine
119 Seward Street, Suite 17
Juneau, AK 99801
(907) 209-2005
ahfm@gci.net

September 07, 2006

Greg Villalva, RIP

August 20, 2006

Dear Claudia & Alemany Class of 1966,

I am Gregory Allan Villalva’s sister. I am writing to inform you that Greg passed away on June 28, 2003. His passing came two days before his 55th birthday. His death was unexpected and I can’t tell you the toll it took on me and my parents.

When I received the invitation for Greg's 40th reunion it brought back memories of loss and sadness, but I wanted to do something positive to honor his memory and “unfinished” life. Therefore I am enclosing a check for $90, hoping that someone less fortunate can attend the reunion in his place. I know Greg would have wanted me to do this.

The surfboard my brother is holding is one or the many “classic” boards he had refinished for his job at Chanin Surf boards in Encinitas, CA. He took up surfing again in 2001 and seemed to have found the perfect job and lifestyle.

Greg died of an accidental drug overdose in my parents' home in Oceanside, CA. He had battled the drug demons for many years and we all thought he had won that war. Sadly, the impulse must have been so great he could not resist. We are certain his death came as a bigger surprise to him than us and was not planned. The manner in which he left doesn’t make us love him any less. He was a great brother and I miss him every day.

Feel free to share this with his classmates. Please let any of the alumni know that I am eager to talk to anyone about my brother. I miss him so much and any memories I can keep of him are very valuable to me.

I still find it hard to believe he is gone but I know he is in a better place.

Best Regards,
Marylee (M.L.) Villalva First
Anaheim, CA, 92804
den1st@pacbell.net

Glory at Seventeen

By Charmaine (Haley) Coimbra, AHS-66

The summer of 1965. I’m seventeen. It’s my senior year. The Beach Boys rule! Hot cars. Drag strips. Glory Days.

$250 waits in a shoebox--earmarked for a car. I wanted to pop a racing clutch and burn rubber at the stoplight. I wanted to take on that totally bitchin surfer dude in the hot Nomad and race him down the boulevard.

My buddy, Claudia scored her mom's car for Friday night. Tooling our way to the strip, the gleam of chrome rims flashed from inside a used car parking lot.

We whipped around the long rectangular block. Lustrous black paint reflected the parking lot lights. Chrome reverse rims were magic with sparkle. "Bitchin!" I exclaimed. "It even has chrome dual exhaust pipes.” The sales ticket was the price painted in bold white letters across the massive windshield -- Price Reduced to $250.

A honk blasted through the desert air. Full of ourselves, we assumed the blare was for us.

"How friggin' bitchin. It's the surfer dude. Quick, Claud, let's go. Maybe tonight I'll finally meet him. I mean, wow, he honked." Curfew neared before we tagged the bitchin surfer dude. One of the kids at the A&W drive-in said his name was Mark Saxon.

Saturday morning I dragged my godfather to the used car lot. A salesman in a green plaid jacket and olive slacks vaulted the fence.

"Good morning, folks. This little Bonneville Sport Coupe has it all. Why it was Motor Trend's 1959 Car of the Year. And this cream puff still has the original upholstery," he bragged as he opened the driver's door. It was garish--glossy red plastic three-color stripe.

"The previous owner added some extra features--an eight track tape with vibrasonic sound from the rear speakers, glass-packs, and let me show you the muscle on this car." He lifted the hood. More polished chrome glared in the morning sun. "This Tri-Power 389 pulls 345 horses. The tranny is a Super Hydra-Matic automatic (cq). It'll do zero to 60 in about 10 seconds."

I drove home with KRLA radio rocking through vibrasonic rear speakers. It was Saturday night. Us girls piled into the car, hunted for the bitchin surfer dude, burned rubber at the first stop light, discovered the glass-pack muffler grumble of a hydra-matic transmission and tempted fate along the two-mile boulevard. It was odd that there was no bitchen surfer dude cruising. By July he had disappeared. We heard that he joined the Marines was going to Vietnam.

Two weeks into July, I replaced the chrome covered Tri-Power carburetor. Sometime in August the Bonneville's rear end went south. Before my senior year began, my pride-of-the-road needed several hundred additional dollars in repair. My godfather asked how I could put so many miles on to that car in so few months. I denied that I ever took the car past the city limits. Never mind the beach sand in the trunk and on the carpets.

The class of '66 was a force by October. Cruising was reduced to Saturday nights and I hit 60-miles-per hour racing a guy in a '58 Chevy, dropped my transmission from high gear to low as we approached the next intersection, the glass-packs ripped through the night and something big hit the pavement. The guy in the '58 Chevy hollered out his window, "Your transmission hit the dirt, chick."

My mouth grew drier than the desert winds and my heart raced like that 389 did the first night I drove it. My beautiful 1959 Pontiac Bonneville was a goner.

Sunday morning, I scooped the local newspaper from the driveway. The rubber band freely slipped off to reveal a bold face bodoni 60-point headline, "Local soldier killed in Vietnam. Mark Saxon's family mourns."

Claudia picked me up that afternoon. Bob Dylan's sardonic lyrics wailed through the airwaves. Claudia said that the neighbor kid next door had just been drafted into the army and she was afraid that he would die like the bitchen surfer dude. And she had been accepted to a university. I answered that I wasn’t sure what I would do now--maybe hitchhike across country.

Carefree tales of big waves, big cars, and the self-obsessed utopia of a post-war haze died that fall. A new direction was born.

Charmaine

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Diane Scollard, AHS-66

7/14/2006 email from Cathy (Albus) Rainey:

I told you that Diane Scollard is in a cloistered Benedictine abbey on the Isle of Wight in England. Her older brother, Mike, also graduated from Alemany in 1964 and is a dentist practicing in Oakland, CA, in the bay area. He's been my dentist for years. So that's the connection to Diane.

The abbey's website is http://www.stceciliasabbey.org.uk/

The setting and the monastery are beautiful! If you go to the "Gregorian chant" page on the site, there's a picture of Diane praying. (She's the poster child for "Praying with Plainchant.")

Here is the mailing address. Could you send her an invitation to the reunion, just so she knows we're thinking about her?

Sister Anselma Scollard
c/o St. Cecilia's Abbey
Ryde PO331LH
England

Cathy (Albus) Rainey

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7/29/2006 email from Sr. Anselma (Diane) Scollard:

Dear Danny,

I was astounded and very delighted to get your letter. Please could you send me your home address so that I can write to you and also send some leaflets about our Abbey for my priest classmates and anyone else, as well as eventually some leaflets about our latest CD? Maybe they might want to use some Gregorian chant at the Mass on 28th. Many thanks.

With prayers and affection,

Sr. Anselma Diane Scollard

September 04, 2006

PERSPECTIVE

This couldn't happen to any of US. Or could it?

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I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist when I noticed his diploma hanging on the wall. It bore his full name and I suddenly remembered a tall, handsome dark-haired boy with the same name. He had been in my high school class some 40-odd years before and I wondered if he could be the same guy I had a secret crush on way back then??

When I got into the treatment room I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was much too old to have been my secret crush... or was he???

After he examined my teeth I asked if he had attended Morgan Park High School. "Yes, I did I'm a Mustang!" He said, gleaming with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

"1959. Why do you ask?" He answered.

"Well, you were in my class!" I exclaimed.

Then that ugly, old wrinkled son of a bitch asked, "What did you teach?"

September 03, 2006


Carabelli's Salutatorian Speech, 1966

Paula Carabelli (1948 – 2006) was our class Salutatorian at our Alemany graduation in 1966.

Below is her Salutatorian address, courtesy of Louise Franco. As Louise tells it, immediately after the graduation ceremony, Louise asked Paula if Paula would give Louise a copy of the speech, and Paula simply handed over her typewritten original copy, complete with pencil corrections, to Louise. Louise kept it all these years, and emailed me a scan of it on 7/31/06, which I turned into a Word file using OCR (optical character recognition) software. I copied and pasted that Word document below.

DM

P.S. On 08/02/06, Louise brought Paula's original speech document to Paula's funeral, and gave it to Paula's daughter Emily.

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Paula Carabelli Salutatorian Address — 1966

“Know that this passing and precarious time in history will demand much of you."

Your Excellency, Right Reverend Monsignori, Reverend Fathers, Sisters, Lay Faculty Members, Parents and Friends,

Surely if Dr. Tom Dooley were here today, he would repeat to all of us his words:

“Know that this passing and precarious time in history will demand much of you ~ It will maroon the hesitant, but inspire the brave. Stand up and shout, 'This is my time and my place in this time,' and seek that place.”

And today the Class of nineteen hundred sixty six here at Alemany High School might well wonder what response these words should bring forth.

How often today are we presented with a bleak and discouraging picture of “this passing and precarious time”? Daily we are witnesses to a steady mounting of international tension. Our nation has made commitments to peoples struggling for the freedom to choose their own governments. And the validity of these commitments is being challenged — both abroad and within the United States. With commendations and condemnations being hurled at American foreign policy, it is difficult to determine to what degree our international involvement should extend.

National issues present another source of conflict. Better education, adequate housing, equal employment opportunities are needed to break the vicious circle of poverty and ignorance. Yet, appropriations for such efforts cannot be acquired without a tax program which many Americans will criticize as unreasonable. Basic human rights are denied to many American citizens because of their God—given heritage of race, color, or nationality. Even the law is unable to insure that every citizen exercises his right to vote.

The 20th century Christian is also confronted with dilemmas peculiar to our Pentecost. Traditional rituals are giving way to a new liturgy. Scientific achievements such as man’s newly found ability to cause, control, and crush life, and an apparently changing morality challenge our ethics. In the age of the Second Vatican Council, the layman is playing an increasingly important role. However, these new trends in the manner of Catholic worship, in our concepts of morality, and in the position of the laity may seem to disrupt a pattern fixed by years of custom and belief.

And yet, despite these anxieties and uncertainties, we are inspired to seek our places in a most exciting era. For you, our parents and teachers, have stimulated in us a thirst for a full life — a life possible only to those who are willing to be caught up in the issues I have just mentioned.

As Americans we profess the willingness to promote our democratic principles. Because we, as a nation, have heeded the cries of tyrannized peoples, we have gained a position of world leadership even among those who condemn our actions. Our very aversion to a passive existence implies a national character in which each one of us can share. And so we can truly echo the conviction of Dag Hammarskjold, whose keen international perspective led him to conclude, “In our era the road to holiness necessarily passes through the world of action.”

Domestic problems are also being met with vigorous action. Legislation seeks to undo wrongs intensified by centuries of living and learning. Our opposition to increased government spending does not overpower our desires to provide equal opportunities for all American citizens. Civil rights legislation continues to break the barriers between the majority and minority groups. And we are members of that great society which is conscious of the dignity of every human being.

How good it is to be alive when true living and loving are inseparable.

Our Catholic Church, too, calls on us to revitalize that love of self, of brother, and of God which marks the Christian. We are not living in the Middle Ages, in the nineteenth century, or in the first half of the twentieth century – we are living in nineteen hundred sixty-six. The springtime of the Church envisioned by Cardinal Suhard is evident. Our new liturgy provides the modern Christian with a vital spirituality necessary for his all—important role in society. Our Church's persistent adherence to the natural law helps keep morality from becoming a thing of the past. And our new role of leadership in the Church has made us, the laity, a most effective leaven in Christianizing our world. Fortunate are we who witness and participate in this renewed Christian movement.

The richness of our age is without precedent. We have come to this awareness through an education provided by a farseeing hierarchy, by sacrificing parents, and by perceptive teachers. For this we are sincerely grateful. We have benefited from the many spiritual, intellectual, cultural, and athletic activities provided for us. Our years here have helped us to see life as I see it — embracing, warm, rich, and blessed.

Having reflected upon the “passing and precarious time” in which we live and having considered, too, our position as twentieth century Americans and twentieth century graduates of this Catholic high school, I hope I speak for each member of my class when I say, “Yes, this is my time and my place in this time, and now I seek my place.”

Paula Carabelli
Alemany High School
Class of 1966 Salutatorian