www.andover.edu/intouch spelling of each name). If I omitted anyone who attended or included anyone who did not, or misspelled a name, well, let’s just say I tried my best. In addition to those named previously in this column, here goes: Eleanor and Sam Alberstadt, Steve Allen, Karen and Rob Arras, Elizabeth and Brock Baker, Dick Barnum, Barbara Fallon and B.J. Bernblum, Jay Bond, Molly Kauffman and Bill Bonnett, Leah Sprague and Morrison Bonpasse, Alba Briggs, Sandra and Jud Brown, Patricia and Malcolm Brown, Stephanie Baas and John Browning, Andjela Kessler and Pete Burkhard, Bill Chamberlin, Nancy Barrett and Peter Clapp, Claire and Skip Comstock, Jeanne Circosta and Pete Constantineau, Pete Dennehy, John Dineen, Tom Doherty, Jim Eller, Lynn and Randy Evans, Todd Everett, John Fox, Kathryn and Tony Gibson, Wendy and Tom Hafkenschiel, Pete Haley, Chris Harte, Cynthia Foote and Ward Hinkle, Mike Hudner, Mickey Jako, Beverly and Jay James, John Jameson, Ben Jerman, Terry Kahn, Doug Karlson, Wendy and Bud Kellett, Arnie Koehler, Christi Myers and Russ Laughead, Elissa Carlson and John Levine, Allen Liu, Jack McLean, Lindsay and Stu McLean, Ted McLean, Tim Mahoney, Joe Magruder, Carolie and Kit Meade, Mark Melamed, Mark Moore, Gilda Garcia and Jim Munroe, Roger Murray, Catherine Thomas and Herb Ogden, John Patrick, Nancy and Pete Perault, Valerie and Geoff Perry, Calico and Tim Perry, Linda and John Phillips, Jeff Pidot, Diane and Rick Platt, Jon Rairigh, Maura O’Neill and Vaho Rebassoo, Angela Perry and Stew Reed, Jock Reynolds, Greg Richards, Savery and Louis Rorimer, Darrell Salk, Danny Samuels, Alex Sanger, Craig Scanlan, Brigitte and Michel Scheinmann, Franz Schneider (accompanied by Sally Fine and Ellsworth Fersch), Charlie Sheldon, Pamela and Mike Sheldrick, Kathleen Hursh and Jim Shuey, Hank Snavely, Annsley and George Strong, Ralph Swanson, John Twineham, Roger Valkenburgh, Dave Waud, John Whisnant, Elaine and Tom Witherspoon, Mike Wood, Patty and Doug Woodlock, Konnie Yankopolus, and Cindy and Phil Young. I’m now bowing out as class secretary. It has been tons of fun keeping in touch with you guys, and it has strengthened my connection with the school and its mission far beyond what I could possibly have imagined at the outset. Thank you to all who shared their thoughts with me and who from time to time made helpful suggestions on how I could better do this job. And thanks to my wife, Kerry, who provided guidance with some of the “mechanics” of contacting classmates and organizing the notes. Terry Kahn has graciously agreed to succeed me. Your class notes will be in his most capable hands, and I wish him the best as he takes on this responsibility. Sadly, our ranks continue to thin, and I regret to inform you that Stu McAfee passed away earlier
this year. I’m sure we remember Stu as a friendly guy with a wonderful voice and a quiet demeanor. We will miss him greatly. We’ll be reuniting again in 2020. We’ll undoubtedly and inevitably be even fewer in number, but let’s try to keep the enthusiasm high and make the effort to attend. Eddie Samp will be our reunion chair. If he calls you, don’t hang up. There are always ways to help and to be a part of a fun and rewarding endeavor. See you then. —Nick Marble
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Blake Hazzard Allen 481 School St. Rumney NH 03266 603-786-9089 603-359-0870 (cell) blakemanallen@gmail.com pakistan.partnership@gmail.com
While writing for a fall issue, greetings from an early May morning. With our reunion year of 2016 fast approaching, please return in June in celebration, exploration, and remembrance. Class narratives capture the rich texture of our baby-boom generation and serve as benchmarks of connectivity. So please come celebrate that June day in 1966 when we marched forward into an uncertain future. Share stories accrued in 50 years, use reunion as respite, or return to relax and renew on a vital Abbot campus. Although the Abbot and Phillips merger took place in 1973, Abbot at Andover remains. Please come explore Abbot’s powerful legacy on campus. Tour the Abbot and Andover archives virtually and in real time: www.noblenet.org/paarchives/. Besides serving as a repository of historical documents from Abbot, Andover, and the merged school, the archives provide PA students with opportunities to integrate past and present through research projects. The Abbot collection gives students a fascinating lens on a remarkable history of female education. Add to that legacy through the Abbot Archives Project: Alumnae Preserving Abbot’s History, http://bit.ly/1OP3sFX. Reunions also entail remembrance. Julia Alvarez ’67 shared the following profound loss: “Our beloved Mauricia ‘Maury’ Alvarez— mother, sister, friend—passed away on February 27 in her home in Conway, Mass. Noble-hearted, generous to a fault, larger than life, she cast her bread upon the waters and kept us all in the steady supply of her affection, her attention, her gifts, her warmth, her zany humor, and her sense of fun. For many years she worked in community health, including spearheading programs in Latino mental health in Boston, where she spent most of her professional life. She taught
at Harvard Medical School and was a senior staff psychologist at Cambridge Hospital, specializing in services for immigrants and refugees. After her parents’ return to their native Dominican Republic, she moved there to provide loving, devoted care to them in their last years. Friendship and abounding compassion were always her guiding stars—she never held back when a friend needed her, and when there was someone in need, they instantly found a friend in Maury. Tellingly, the subject of her doctoral dissertation was ‘The Constructing of Friendship in Adulthood.’ But Maury needed no institution to teach her this deep-seated gift in her nature or degree to certify she was a genuine friend. We ask in lieu of flowers or donations to a specific cause—and she had many she championed— that those who want to preserve her legacy cast their bread upon the waters, wherever they find themselves. That will be her true legacy to those who mourn her and admired her.” With the loss of classmates as a reminder of all that is important, as we approach our 50th Reunion, please return to celebrate our past, explore Abbot roots, and remember those no longer with us.
PHILLIPS Ray Healey 740 West End Ave., Apt. 111 New York NY 10025 212-866-8507 drrayhealey@gmail.com
When Bill Littlefield, Chas Phillips, and I were growing up in Montclair, N.J., we played a variety of sports. Montclair had a plethora of parks, packed with baseball diamonds, basketball courts, football fields, and tennis courts, and great places to play were a short bike ride away. Chas was a gifted athlete, a fine tennis player who routinely won the town tennis tourneys in Mountainside Park, and he also excelled as a catcher on our Little League team (and often a pitcher). He was a natural, as they say. Bill and I played Little League and plenty of tennis, but Bill particularly distinguished himself as a golfer. Both of our families belonged to the Montclair Golf Club, and I remember the day we teed off in the junior club championship. I hit a passable drive that was lucky to stay in the fairway. Bill displayed his singular form: He had a big, arcing swing, and he could routinely boom his drives 250 yards—but he also possessed a highly eccentric “banana-ball slice”; on that first tee he swiveled his hips way to the left (looking as if he were going to bash his drive to the far side of the ninth fairway), then lashed at the ball Arnold Palmer–style, and we watched in wonder as the ball went into a singular orbit, flying majestically over the full extent of the ninth fairway and then soaring all the way across the first fairway, landing on the far side, just inside the rough, dead solid perfect. In those halcyon days, we each had our boyhood dreams. Chas imagined growing up to Andover | Fall 2015
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