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03/03/16 09:48 PM #54    


Wayne Schroeder

We didn't make the 50th reunion, but plan on going to the 54th. Thanks to those who decided to do it!

Wayne Schroeder

03/04/16 04:53 PM #55    


Eddy Fyffe

Dear Wayne, Dear Brad, Dear Others,

Almost by nothing more than rough chance, I have inklings we may have a reunion later this year. (Wayne is planning to appear, so this seems real to me.) As one who completely missed the last -- in every regard, I appear to be better positioned at this time. It remains to be seen, of course, but getting there is a very desirable goal and something to work for. 

So far I understand this would be at Brad's home? And exactly when, please? 


Thank you so much. I want to be there. 


All the best to you and all of you and all of our Great Class of '62. 



03/09/16 01:24 PM #56    

Jeff Abraham

Eddy, good to hear from you. If you get to Milwaukee this summer please look me up. I would love to get together and catch up. It has been way to long!

03/09/16 04:00 PM #57    


Eddy Fyffe

Hey Abes! Apparetnly I need to be somewhere near the WI-IL border about mid July, so Waukesha is in the same hemishere. But if you are not attending the reunion at that time, where would you be?

Glad to hear from you.


03/09/16 04:01 PM #58    


Eddy Fyffe

Oh, oh. I see my response gives evidence of an encroaching dimentia, which I plan to embrace and use to write ghastly passages in some amazing novel. Don't worry. Eddy.


03/10/16 10:46 AM #59    

Jeff Abraham

Eddie, when I know when you will be in Milwaukee I will let you know where we will be. In the summer we do a lot of Ferrari shows in and around WI. Hope to see you this summer. 

03/11/16 06:35 PM #60    


Eddy Fyffe

Would love to see some of those shows. Have always been an enthusiast, if not an owner!

My rough plan at this time is to appear early June, through the reunion date (July 16th, if I recall). I may be helping my sister and bros.-in-law move, and that's not set yet. I'll keep you post, Abes. 

All the best,



12/22/16 02:58 PM #61    


Grant (Dave) Paull

Can any past "Cumberland School" students remember classmate "Jill Romano"? I had a crush on Jill and called her my girlfriend until a tragic accident happened when I sat on her "Davey Crockett " record and broke it. To try and recover my broken relationship I ordered 12-dozen "Girl Scout" cookies from Jill, which my Mother was not too pleased with. Jill and I did remain friends until the end of 8th grade, when she moved away to attend "Nicolet High School"

Her Father, Louis Romano was an elementary teacher, Director of Instructional Services and then the Assistant Superintendent of Schools in Shorewood, Wisconsin.

Lou authored 125 children's book and the most famous is the true story of "Gertie the Duck" who built her nest on the pilings in the Milwaukee River on Wisconsin Avenue next to Gimbels Department Store.

He then moved to Michigan in 1966 where he became a professor at "Michigan State University", College of Education in the Dept of Administration and Higher Education.

12/22/16 09:15 PM #62    

JoEllyn "Jo" Reitman (Wolf)

Sure do!  She was one of my best friends in second grade.  We put on the play The Wizard of Oz and she cast herself as Dorothy  and to keep me from a starring role cast me as Toto with a small barking role...are you trying to locate her or what?

12/23/16 05:41 PM #63    

Janet Hindin (Volat)

Hi Dave, I remain close friends with Jill Romano Stryker. We talk and email often. She has lived in suburban VA, near near Washington,D.C. for years. I have lived in Los Angeles since 1970 but somehow we still manage to visit every few years. She's just as terrific as you remember her; however, I don't know if she has gotten over the Davy Crockett record thing.

Janet Hindin Volat 


12/23/16 06:36 PM #64    


Grant (Dave) Paull

12/23/16 06:40 PM #65    

Julie Taxman (Stracks)

jHi, David,  (and Jo and Janet),

I, of course, remember Jill. She was a good friend  

We were not allowed to have Christmas trees or anything 

Christmas because we were Jewish so I always had Christmas 

envy. In 8th grade Jill invited me to her house to help decorate

their tree. It was so exciting for me.  The Romano's house was also

the first place I ever had pizza!

Janet, tell Jill hi from me.    Happy holidays  

Julie Taxman Stracks

12/23/16 08:00 PM #66    


Grant (Dave) Paull

JoEllyn & Janet,

Had to post the photos from the 1958 Cumberland graduation class, as it reminded me of those earlier years and all the good friends we made. I also found the obituary for Mr Romano, and remember spending many hours visiting with Jill's sister Pam and her mother and father. Thank you for your response.

In Memory of

Louis Romano

January 1, 1921 - September 30, 2013
Louis Romano Okemos, Michigan Louis Romano, Professor Emeritus at MSU, passed away September 30, 2013 at the age of 92. He was born January 1, 1921. Louis was raised in the 3rd Ward Immigrant neighborhood in Milwaukee, Wisconsin from an Italian family headed by a single mom, Marie Pelligrino Romano. Louis is the last survivor of 5 siblings, Tony Romano, Joan Romano Blazevic, Robert Romano and Nina Romano Galipo. His wife Shirley preceded him in death in 2003. Lou is survived by his daughters, Pam Dilley of East Lansing, MI and Jill Stryker of Falls Church, VA. Pam's two sons, Brett of Cincinnati, OH and David (Erin) and their son,...

12/24/16 12:09 AM #67    

Janet Hindin (Volat)

Hi Dave, JoEllyn, and Julie,      

Thanks so much for your responses and Dave for posting the class photos. They are priceless. I forwarded your comments to Jill and she was so touched. She said to give her best to everyone.  Dave, she was especially touched that you posted her dad's obituary. He was definitely one of a kind.

Janet Hindin Volat










12/24/16 05:39 AM #68    


Michael Gordy

Happy New Year, everyone. Here below is a copy of the short speech I was asked to give at my Carleton 50th reunion last June. The topic was supposed to be "Facing an uncertain future", and the audience seemed to find what I had to say provocative. I'm sending it on because I think it may be helpful as we are forced to step away from the comforting assurances with which we have lived for most of our lives.


50th Reunion Talk

Carleton College, 16 June 2016


The subject of our meeting here is ‘facing the uncertain future’, which seems to imply that the uncertainty of the future is something new. But the future has always been uncertain, and if that really is a problem, it is a perennial one. A newer problem, and one that may be unprecedented, is the way that the future of humanity seems to have become increasingly certain over the past forty years or so. I’ve had a few thoughts about this that I’d like to share with you.

First of all, uncertainty about the future is the foundation of hope. No matter how bad things look, uncertainty allows us to believe that the future might hold some pleasant surprises, if not for us as finite, mortal individuals, then for the human race as a whole.  Second, some people try to relativize current problems by pointing out, for example, how dark things looked in the Western world in the 14th century, and how nonetheless humanity struggled through that time and eventually experienced a Renaissance. In that instance, of course, the Arab world and the Middle Kingdom conveniently kept the flames of culture and civilized behaviour alive, even   though our current punditry and Western-oriented scholars often don’t seem to think that this counts for much. So the West survived and now aspires to rule the world, or so it seems.

We have arrived at a stage of history where virtually the whole world is organized around a Western-originated system whose internal contradictions and material self- destructiveness are seemingly out of control, and where according to the system’s own logic it is unsustainable. In terms of human survival, that self-destructiveness is dragging us towards collective suicide.


Most of us who contemplate this are terrified, for we have been raised to think of the system as having a life of its own. We overlook the obvious fact that all social systems are the dynamic product of human interaction and that people acting together can in principle change all social relations. If we forget this fact, we become paralyzed, ensuring that a future that is still somewhat uncertain becomes certain. That seems to be what has been happening, but I think that things are starting to change. Before getting to this, however, let’s have brief look at several important features of our present reality. Two aspects of our current condition present particular terrors.

First is the economic system. Seen from the perspective of private monetary accumulation, which is the only metric that seems to count in capitalism, it is immensely more ‘profitable’ to speculate than it is to produce anything or to render any kind of non-financial service. Even sections of the business community recognize that this is unsustainable, but there are few serious ideas being put forth in that world about what to do about it. The inherent individualism and competitiveness of business practice makes a concerted, collective response from the top extremely improbable and, for most people, hardly imaginable. Everyone at the highest levels of the financial and corporate elite seems to be scrambling to grab as much as they can for themselves before the inevitable collapse occurs.

Second is the environment. Can we preserve a minimal physical environment that will allow humans to survive? The private accumulation of monetary profit makes that goal a fool’s errand. Any effective, widespread action just does not make “business sense”. For the past five years I’ve consulted with the World Meteorological Organization about the economic and political barriers to meaningful responses to climate change. This has led me to the brink of despair. I have concluded that “business sense”, like “business ethics”, is an oxymoron when applied to human survival.

The inescapable connection between what we call ‘our way of life’ and the rapid acceleration of all forms of environmental degradation should be obvious to any one of us who opens his or her eyes to the world and remembers what our physical environment was like when we were kids. The explosion of consumerism fuelled by the post-war


boom that many of us Americans enjoyed was expressed ideologically as the worship of ‘growth’, with little thought about what growth means, both environmentally and socially, when it is not subordinated to the need all of us have for a peaceful, healthy, equitable, and just life.

The boom times of our youth spoiled us and gave many of us a rather superficial sense of hopefulness. After all, we lived in a country that was the most powerful in the world, both economically and militarily. Ours was a life of possibility, especially if we attended an elite school like Carleton. Environmental degradation was not part of the dominant discourse then, nor did most of us have any idea of the effects our boom times had on so many parts of the rest of the world. So the subsequent disintegration of what we had felt was the normal course of things has come as a shock, shaking our sense of the uncertain future that I said was a foundation of hope. That is why, as the future begins to look terrifyingly certain, we mistakenly think of it as increasingly uncertain.

We grow old, and the hopefulness of our youth has passed into history along with the boom times. We worry about the future because, although we are near the end of the line, there are people we will leave behind whom we care about. And we sense that finding meaning in the present is pretty much impossible if we really believe there is no future for the human race. So what can we do?

The first thing we can do is to think about what is happening from new perspectives, opening ourselves to a more systemic and historical understanding of what is happening to us as a species. We can all do this by talking with each other and by expanding our conversations to include people who may not be part of our usual circle of interlocutors. If we really are people capable of making “critical and independent judgments” as claimed in the Carleton catalogue of our youth, and if we are capable of critical self-reflection as well, then what I’m suggesting is already part of our lives.

The second thing we can do is to recognize that piecemeal changes and tinkering simply will not do the job, and that a


far-reaching transformation of the way we produce, distribute, and consume on this planet is everyone’s most urgent task. If we do not do whatever we can to contribute to this, according to our present capacities, then that transformation will occur anyway but without our participation, and it will most likely have characteristics we will abhor. Without such a transformation we will be facing either a complete monetary breakdown, with all the suffering that this implies, or, if we continue on the path we are on, the destruction of the environmental basis of human life.

The first alternative is the more hopeful one, since if money loses its value, as would occur in a global monetary collapse, this will not mean that there won’t still be things to do, materials to do them with, and people who know how to do them. What it will mean is that the world’s social relations, insofar as they are based on money, will collapse. The things people do for money they will no longer do, and relationships based on the amount of money one has will be finished.  New social relationships, if they have a chance to emerge, will do so rapidly and will be based on two values that have little place in the present system except as pious hopes, namely, cooperation and sharing.  Must we await a global economic disaster to take steps in a positive direction? Or can we contribute to moving these values to the forefront now, even though we are in our dotage?

One of the more hopeful signs these days is that a great many people on the planet are beginning recognize the necessity for thoroughgoing change and starting to resist the direction in which we are headed. This resistance is opening up a space for people to think together about ways to stop the machine-like march towards human extinction. We need to enter that space. We need not only to think from the perspectives I mentioned earlier but also to seek openings to encourage and contribute in practical ways to this hopeful dynamic.

 I am well aware that what I’m suggesting does not constitute an answer. I’ve tried, however, to indicate first steps that people here can take. We know that ideas are powerful, and we must join together to contribute to ideas that offer at least the possibility of returning us to the uncertainty of the future. But we are also obliged to do what we can to help implement those ideas.  We must not allow a ‘certain’ future to overwhelm us. We are not permitted to ‘retire’.

12/24/16 05:52 AM #69    


Michael Gordy

PS: I remember Jill Romano with great affection. I, like so many boys in our class, had a big crush on her. I used to carry her books home from school in the pathetic hope that she would someday think of me as more than a puppy dog. I was heartbroken when she moved away, and I hope she has been having a fulfilling life. She had a sweet personality to go along with those dancing, dark eyes, and she was always kind to me. As all of you know, being 13 years old and in love is agonizing, and while she never led me on, she never treated me with any hint of contempt or mockery. Janet, please give her my best wishes (and take some for yourself as well).

12/25/16 01:46 PM #70    


Barbara Rauter (Hardman)

Had to join in after reading everyone's comments .....Especially about the Iodine - funny I had just been thinking about that not long ago - those tablets were so Cumberland sometimes the teachers let students pass them out - one always hoped they could try to encourage an extra one out of their buddy passing them out - but that never worked - at least not for me.  Does anyone remember our teacher Mr. Baker from the Cumberland days?  Remember all his crazy stories he would tell in his is a wonder we ever learned anything in his class - but I do remember that he went on and on about the virtures of All Detergent - to us 8th graders (or was it 7th grade?). I remember that but not what he taught - was it history?  And Mrs. Rotter (Ken's mom) was so special - she encouraged entroverted me to give the 8th grade graduation speech that I wrote.  Thanks, by the way to whoever scrounged up that 8th grade graduation photo from Cumberland.  Wow...that was a mind boggler and trip down memory lane.

So Merry Christmas to all from South Georgia where it is 80 degrees and sunny and perfectly gorgeous - do NOT miss snow.

02/05/18 10:34 AM #71    


Jennifer Smart (Anderson)

I have some very sad news to report.  I was informed last evening that Kathy Madland passed away on March 23, 2017, from complications from surgery, in Pennsylvania. I  have no further information.  She was a wonderful friend from grade school through high school.  Sadly, we get separated in adulthood and don't stay in touch as much as we should.  Please keep her family in your thoughts and prayers.


Jennifer Smart Anderson

02/06/18 07:40 AM #72    


Michael Gordy

I am very sad to hear about Kathy's passing. I knew her to be a sweet, intelligent person. I hope she had a good life. May she rest in peace.



12/14/18 07:11 PM #73    


David Stearns

Gary Gallup passed away November 28, 2018.  A link to his obituary can be found by clicking on his name in the Classmates list or by following the link below.  Gary never joined the site so he has no details in his profile.  

Gary W. Gallup, 75, of Campbellsport passed away peacefully on Wednesday, November 28, 2018 at St. Joseph’s Hospital, West Bend with his family gathered with him.  He was born on October 4, 1943 in Kenosha, the son of Wesley and Mildred (nee Seidemann) Gallup.  On September 23, 1977, Gary married Valerie L. Zbytniewski in River Hills.  Gary was a great dealer in antiques, a tinkerer and enjoyed western movies.

Survivors include his wife Val, daughters Tiffani Pries, Victoria Gallup and Rebecca Gallup, sister Jacquelyn (Reuben) Getschow, other relatives and friends.

Gary was preceded in death by his parents.

Funeral services will be held on Sunday, December 2nd at 2:00 PM at the Campbellsport Alliance Church, N1876 County Road V, Campbellsport.  Pastor Doug Birr will officiate and burial will follow in Union Cemetery, Campbellsport.

Visitation will Sunday, December 2nd at the Alliance Church from 12:00 Noon until time of services.

Twohig Funeral Home is serving the family with online guestbook and condolences are at

07/17/19 01:41 PM #74    


Ken Rotter

Long time since I reread these comments  Gertie the duck my grandmother had a Gertie duck bank which she bought from the Boston  store and  those wonderful pictures  from Cumberland  graduating class of 58 we were all raised right and many of us turned out well and are still living good lives by our standards  many still in our home community of Whitefish Bay I'm very proud to say I'm a village person and  return most every summer to visit my Mom Lorraine Rotter and  take a walk thru Cumberland and WFBH as well as the beach and parks that most of us played in. Glad to say many memories come rolling back  most everything is in its proper place as it was when we left itlots of businesses still in the Bay have survived some new places exist Fox Bay theatre Pandles  even the same steps leading down to the lake  are still there in good shape.May we all have good health and prosper till we meet again Happy Trails  to you all.  Ken Rotter class of 62

12/06/20 06:15 PM #75    


Jerry Thornbery

’62 Classmates:                    December 6, 2020

I am sorry to  report that my lifelong friend Bob Wolf died last night.  He had been in a hospital for several days and died of Covid-19.  

After retiring from the Brookfield Fire Department, Bob and his wife Cindy moved several decades ago to Ferryville, a small Wisconsin town, located on the Mississippi River, between La Crosse and Prairie du Chien. It was a place where Bob could hunt and fish to his heart’s content.

Once a year our wives and I would gather for an annual dinner in La Crosse.  At one of those dinners Cindy Wolf looked at us and said “You guys are so different.  How did you ever become best friends?”  Good question.  Maybe because it was in Bob’s nature to be a friend and not ask questions.

Today, in the midst of my grief, I thought of the time Bob and I reconnected twelve years ago.  Brother Norton had called up our Wisconsin cottage number and said “let’s get together.”  My wife Carrie and I drove out to Ferryville in our Subaru with an Obama bumper sticker.  If you knew Bob, you would correctly surmise that it was unlikely he would ever be a dues paying member of the NAACP.  And yet, when I showed up in Ferryville, Bob did not comment about my choice of a political candidate.  Instead, he was delighted to see an old childhood friend and excited to show me his place and talk about his recent activities.  

Bob’s treatment of me on that visit was a good lesson for this at-times narrow-minded liberal. Longtime relationships, whether it be family or friends, should be more important than politics.  And at a time when we find our country so badly divided, perhaps we can take a lesson from Bob Wolf’s philosophy and put aside politics when we are dealing with people to whom we were (and are) close.

I would like to end this remembrance on the upbeat, so let me tell you a few Bob Wolf stories.

Back in 2008, when we pulled into Ferryville for the first time, Bob had told me to call him.  “You will never find my place unless I show you the way.”  But when we arrived, Carrie could not get reception on her cell phone.  I walked over to the nearest bar (Ferryville might be small but it certainly can support more than one tavern) and asked the female bartender if I could use their phone.  Viewing this creature from another planet with some suspicion, she asked whom I wanted to call.  “Bob Wolf.”  “Wolfey?  I have his number right here.  Let me dial it for you.”  And I suspect that this was not the only local barkeep who knew Bob Wolf’s phone number.

A high school story.  One time Bob and I were going to the WFB rec center after a basketball game.  We had to show a WFB ID to a woman that to this snot-nosed, often obnoxious teen looked like a stern Miss Prune Face.  As Bob was searching through his wallet, a condom popped out, right in front of this guardian of the rec center door.  Just like the Fonz, Bob calmly picked up the condom, showed the woman his ID,  and coolly walked into the rec center.  Over a half century later I was recounting with admiration  this incident to Norton.  “Had it been me, Bob, I would have been shitting bricks, would have run through the rec center wall, and would still be running today.” Bob look at me with a smile and said, “Let me tell you, Jerry.  I was shitting bricks.”  Gosh, maybe Norton was just as human as as the rest of us.

Last high school story.  Bob and I were distant friends with John Engler, class of 1961.  With John, as with many others, Bob had a nickname.  For Engler, it was Cubes.  So that was what some of us called him through high school.  A mutual friend once asked me how Bob came up with that nickname.  Fifty years later I asked Bob why he called John Engler “Cubes.”  Bob looked at me and asked, “Who’s John Engler?”  And I think that says a lot about Bob and how he felt about high school.  He enjoyed this time at the Bay but he had moved on.

 Please, friends of Bob Wolf,  do not email or phone Cindy Wolf right now.  She is busy with funeral arrangements and dealing with the shock of her life.  If interested, and you want to send something to Cindy about your memory of Bob, write her.  She would appreciate that.  Cindy Wolf, 56138 Boma Road, Ferryville, WI 54628

Sorry  to be so long winded.  Thanks for indulging me.

                    Jerry Thornbery


12/07/20 09:31 AM #76    


Barry Leon (Leon)

Jerry, I read your moving eulogy for Bob Wolf several times. It was really beautifully done and it's clear how much he meant to you. Bob and I weren't really close friends but we often walked to school together during our senior year after we moved to Berkeley and Fairmont. He was such a good-hearted, slightly goofy guy who never had a bad word to say about anyone. I haven't seen him since high school but I remember him so clearly and it's such a pleasant memory. Thanks for writing your piece, Jerry

Barry Leon

12/08/20 10:55 AM #77    

David Begel

Jerry, I thought your testament to Bob Wolf was amazingly heartfelt. I'm sorry for your loss and I appreciate your frank honesty about a friendship that meant so much. Best to you. Dave

02/26/21 10:12 AM #78    

James Silbermann

To Our Class of 1962

Today's Milwaukee Journal Sentinel has a notice that David Boxer passed away on Tuesday, February 23 in Orange County, CA.

My friendship with David was formed in our days at Cumberland School, continued through high school, and beyond.  Many thoughts are going through my mind, but the most prominent is noting that David had a most unusual sense of humor and quick wit.

Rest in Peace my friend, and to quote Bob Hope's tagline, "Thanks for the Memories."

Jim Silbermann 

Mequon, WI

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