Friday, June 29, 2018
Shelby Stout, wife of Beloved Teacher Art Stout, passes away
Just yesterday I learned of the death of Shelby Stout on June 8th. She was the mother of Art Stout III and grandmother of 3. She and Mr. Stout were owners of Country Surf Swim Club in Des Peres for a long time and 60 year residents of Kirkwood. Her Memorial Service was the 19th. Memorials requested to the Humane Society. Our classmate Bob O'Neill and Art are particularly good friends and we thank Bob for alerting us to Shelby's death. While I was not a student of Mr. Stout's, I know many of our classmates were and really thought he was a great teacher. Condolences to him and their son and grandchildren.
Thursday, June 28, 2018
BOB ALBRECHT affected the lives of MANY in his TEXAS SURROUNDINGS, an amazing life ended way too soon.
Amazing is all I have to say, enjoy this article about our late classmate Bob Albrecht.
http://www.postsignal.com/single-post/2018/06/28/Lowbrows-owner-died-as-he-lived
Cheri was a KHS girl too, class of '66 I believe, am working to verify the year.
http://www.postsignal.com/single-post/2018/06/28/Lowbrows-owner-died-as-he-lived
Cheri was a KHS girl too, class of '66 I believe, am working to verify the year.
Monday, June 18, 2018
FATHER'S DAY TRIBUTE FROM A KHS65 SON
Our KHS65 Poet Laureate Alan Yount (The Count of 1960s Band fame) has once again been honored by Jerry Jazz Musician website with a front page poem for Father's Day. I think you'll enjoy it, even if you're not a father! Way to go once again Alan!!! And Happy post Father's Day to you, and many more!
SITTING ON TOP OF MY DAD’S TOMBSTONE
For My Dad, Thomas Yount
sitting on the top of my dad’s tombstone
… in sedalia, missouri,
I was thinking
of how much
we practiced
our horns together.
you played clarinet
and I was on the cornet.
It seemed forever
we practiced:
all through grade school and junior high,
you played so great.
I never thought
that I would ever catch up to you.
but your playing,
taught me your desire, to play better.
sitting there,
on top of his tombstone:
I played a few notes, on the cornet
of the song “back again.”
and I was thinking of
and hearing
a great jazz legacy
passed on
from my father
to his only son.
photo by John Cobb and Morgan Naies
SITTING ON TOP OF MY DAD’S TOMBSTONE
For My Dad, Thomas Yount
sitting on the top of my dad’s tombstone
… in sedalia, missouri,
I was thinking
of how much
we practiced
our horns together.
you played clarinet
and I was on the cornet.
It seemed forever
we practiced:
all through grade school and junior high,
you played so great.
I never thought
that I would ever catch up to you.
but your playing,
taught me your desire, to play better.
sitting there,
on top of his tombstone:
I played a few notes, on the cornet
of the song “back again.”
and I was thinking of
and hearing
a great jazz legacy
passed on
from my father
to his only son.
Thursday, May 31, 2018
KHS Alumni and Athletic Hall of Fame - NOMINATIONS NOW IN ORDER
From the latest newsletter of the KHS Alumni & Friends Call Summer 2018 - the nomination form is on the alumni website, URL below.
Outstanding Alumni and Athletic Halls of Fame
The Kirkwood High School (KHS) Alumni and Athletic Hall of Fame Selection committees are now accepting online nominations for the Outstanding Alumni Hall of Fame and the Athletic Hall of Fame.
The
purpose of the Kirkwood Outstanding Alumni Hall of Fame is to honor men
and women who have achieved success in some recognized field of endeavor
and who would serve as appropriate role models for future Kirkwood High
students.
The
purpose of the Athletic Hall of Fame is to honor and recognize men and
women athletes, coaches, or community members who have made significant
contributions to KHS athletics.
Honorees
will be recognized in Spring 2019. The ceremony for the Athletic Hall of
Fame will be held February 9, 2019. The ceremony for the Outstanding
Alumni Hall of Fame will be held March 30, 2019.
Individuals inducted in the Halls of Fame are listed on the alumni website.at https://mo49000011.schoolwires.net/Page/2944.
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
A NOD TO VIET NAM, A KHS CLASSMATE AND MEMORIAL DAY
From our good KHS65 friend Alan Yount, poet, horn player and bandmaster extraodinaire, comes a new poem which will be honored in an online publication for Memorial Day. Kudos to Alan for continually succeeding in having his work published! I have more of his work to post, just recently able to find time for some of my long-neglected fun activities. You can visit the journal at: http://militaryexperience.org/as-you-were-vol-1/ and on the 28th you should see Alan's poem leading off the poetry section. Note the nod to Craig Schmitz, another Kirkwood boy killed in Viet Nam.
On this Memorial Day, as always, wishing the best for all our classmates who have and continue to serve our country. Thank you for your service!
If you wish to contact Alan, please let me know, I hesitate to publish his contact info online due to horrible increase in spam and annoying phone calls to which we are all subjected these days.
On this Memorial Day, as always, wishing the best for all our classmates who have and continue to serve our country. Thank you for your service!
WHY DOES THE
NIGHT LAST SO LONG
the same dreams
sometimes happen
over and over …
in high school
kissing a girl for the first time:
the porch lights suddenly go on.
at college,
after studying all night:
falling asleep
I miss the final.
late for an
interview:
finally get
there
I find out it’s the wrong room.
my young
daughter, who I still smell
her fragrance,
from hugging me:
slips away, and
some nights,
floating
up and out of
bed
smothered in
covers …
and I can’t cry out.
down here with
craig schmitz
(my high school
dance band drummer)
who was killed
in vietnam:
we are forever clawing up a muddy hill
somewhere north of da nang.
it’s three a.m.
you think you’re
awake?
or asleep?
a voice tells
you:
there’s nothing
you can ever go back to again
and change in your life
even in your dreams.
why does the
night
last so long.
Friday, May 18, 2018
KHS65 LOSES ANOTHER OF THE GOOD GALS
I have recently been thinking of some of our class literati and plan to post some items written by our classmates. Jane Edwards (Willis) Wand was one of the authors I plan to quote, and now I have just learned of her recent death. When I return from the trip to New England I am currently enjoying, I'll get more literature from our classmates posted. Meanwhile, here is Jane's obituary. Oh so sad, look at all those kids and grands who will miss her loving ways!
Jane Edwards Wand, 70, passed away peacefully in her home in
Springfield Mo with her husband, Mark, and her children by her side on
May 16, 2018. Jane was born July 16, 1947 in Marshall, MO to the late
William David (Sam) Edwards and Suzanne (Croswhite) Edwards. Jane is
survived by her husband, Mark Wand, her sister Mary Morris of Denver,
Colorado, her 7 children: Kevin Willis (Mattia Coleman) of Springfield,
David Willis of Springfield, Mary Kathryn (Chris) Brammer of Albuquerque
NM, Helen (Lance) Williams of Springfield, Jacob (Jenny) Wand of St.
Louis, Andrew (Jamie) Willis of Springfield, and Erica Wand of St.
Louis, and her 12 grandchildren Kristen, Christian, Cameron, Billy,
Gavin, Suzanne Jane, Evynne, Rowan, Myrtle, Molly, Farrah and Benjamin,
and her many nieces and nephews.
Jane graduated from Kirkwood High School in 1965, where she was a Girl Scout and played field hockey, and also enjoyed journalism and writing for the school newspaper and yearbook. Jane was an exchange student in the Union of South Africa her senior year. She went on to earn her bachelor’s degree in Political Science and African Studies from Northwestern University. Jane later earned a bachelor’s degree in Secondary Education with emphasis in English. Throughout her life Jane had a wide variety of jobs, including working as a teaching assistant in the Anthropology Department at Northwestern University, a short stint in the production department at Rolling Stone Magazine, and owning a Sign Painting business. After moving to Springfield in 1986, she held various sales and marketing positions with Springfield! Magazine and the Springfield Business Journal, and rehabbed houses in MidTown Springfield. She was also active in PEO, and recently served as president of her chapter. Of all her jobs, Jane would say her biggest and most important job was raising her seven children, and their many friends who called her ‘mom’ too.
Jane loved the smell of the river and enjoyed spending time at Lake of the Ozarks with her beloved husband, Mark. The day they met he had a canoe on his car, and she knew she was in love! Together they sailed around the lake and went on driving adventures through the woods in his Willy’s Jeep. Her admiration of the outdoors started during her Girl Scout years, and from bird watching to hiking, rock hunting, and sitting by a bonfire she shared her love of the outdoors with all who visited, especially her children and grandchildren. She also took pride in showing her grandchildren the wonderful indoor things that she loved such as reading, crafting, cooking and baking. Jane was an avid reader, typically reading multiple books, magazines, and articles all at the same time. Jane will always be known for her big smile, easy conversation, and caring heart. She is someone who truly made everyone feel like somebody.
The memorial visitation will from be 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. with a Rosary Service to begin at 7 p.m. Tuesday May 22, 2018 at Immaculate Conception Catholic Church. The Memorial Mass will be at 1 p.m. Wednesday May 23, 2018 at Immaculate Conception Catholic Church with Fr. Tom Kiefer celebrant. The committal service will follow at Resurrection Cemetery in Springfield, MO under the care of Herman H. Lohmeyer Funeral Home.
Permanent online condolences, stories and photos may be shared at www.hhlohmeyer.com .
Obituary for Jane Edwards Wand
Jane Edwards Wand, 70, passed away peacefully in her home in
Springfield Mo with her husband, Mark, and her children by her side on
May 16, 2018. Jane was born July 16, 1947 in Marshall, MO to the late
William David (Sam) Edwards and Suzanne (Croswhite) Edwards. Jane is
survived by her husband, Mark Wand, her sister Mary Morris of Denver,
Colorado, her 7 children: Kevin Willis (Mattia Coleman) of Springfield,
David Willis of Springfield, Mary Kathryn (Chris) Brammer of Albuquerque
NM, Helen (Lance) Williams of Springfield, Jacob (Jenny) Wand of St.
Louis, Andrew (Jamie) Willis of Springfield, and Erica Wand of St.
Louis, and her 12 grandchildren Kristen, Christian, Cameron, Billy,
Gavin, Suzanne Jane, Evynne, Rowan, Myrtle, Molly, Farrah and Benjamin,
and her many nieces and nephews. Jane graduated from Kirkwood High School in 1965, where she was a Girl Scout and played field hockey, and also enjoyed journalism and writing for the school newspaper and yearbook. Jane was an exchange student in the Union of South Africa her senior year. She went on to earn her bachelor’s degree in Political Science and African Studies from Northwestern University. Jane later earned a bachelor’s degree in Secondary Education with emphasis in English. Throughout her life Jane had a wide variety of jobs, including working as a teaching assistant in the Anthropology Department at Northwestern University, a short stint in the production department at Rolling Stone Magazine, and owning a Sign Painting business. After moving to Springfield in 1986, she held various sales and marketing positions with Springfield! Magazine and the Springfield Business Journal, and rehabbed houses in MidTown Springfield. She was also active in PEO, and recently served as president of her chapter. Of all her jobs, Jane would say her biggest and most important job was raising her seven children, and their many friends who called her ‘mom’ too.
Jane loved the smell of the river and enjoyed spending time at Lake of the Ozarks with her beloved husband, Mark. The day they met he had a canoe on his car, and she knew she was in love! Together they sailed around the lake and went on driving adventures through the woods in his Willy’s Jeep. Her admiration of the outdoors started during her Girl Scout years, and from bird watching to hiking, rock hunting, and sitting by a bonfire she shared her love of the outdoors with all who visited, especially her children and grandchildren. She also took pride in showing her grandchildren the wonderful indoor things that she loved such as reading, crafting, cooking and baking. Jane was an avid reader, typically reading multiple books, magazines, and articles all at the same time. Jane will always be known for her big smile, easy conversation, and caring heart. She is someone who truly made everyone feel like somebody.
The memorial visitation will from be 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. with a Rosary Service to begin at 7 p.m. Tuesday May 22, 2018 at Immaculate Conception Catholic Church. The Memorial Mass will be at 1 p.m. Wednesday May 23, 2018 at Immaculate Conception Catholic Church with Fr. Tom Kiefer celebrant. The committal service will follow at Resurrection Cemetery in Springfield, MO under the care of Herman H. Lohmeyer Funeral Home.
Permanent online condolences, stories and photos may be shared at www.hhlohmeyer.com .
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
ALAN YOUNT KHS65 ON LOUIS ARMSTRONG AND ANOTHER FAMOUS NAME
Once again Alan is published on the blog JerryJazzMusician.com - and this one, like his others, doesn't disappoint. Thank you Alan for sharing with us!!!!
AN ANECDOTE ABOUT LOUIS ARMSTRONG, TRUMPET PLAYER,
FROM THE 1930’S: A PROSE POEM, OR VIGNETTE.
by Alan Yount
growing up in st.louis in the 1960’s
there were always several jazz stories
going around the jazz clubs everyone knew.
it was during, the 1930’s depression
when the grand theatre was opulent then
it had oriental carpets and crystal chandeliers.
vaudeville shows came and bands played from all over.
louis armstrong played many times and once
a twelve year old kid named aaron snuck in
the side door to hear him play.
the band took a dinner break
and aaron followed them
to a burger place near by.
louis went up to
the carry out window to place an order.
aaron heard a voice from inside
laying it down “no service here
to no coloreds.”
then all of a sudden aaron found himself
standing on the street right in the middle of the band.
he couldn’t believe he was really speaking …
“mr. armstrong … if you give me some money
I will go back and buy you all
some burgers.”
louis then grinned at aaron
“thanks son … meet us up on the stage
to the side.”
when aaron got back
to the stage … he carried up
two paper sacks of food.
sat together, sharing fries …
then mr. armstrong said … “I’ve got another idea …
when we go up on stage & start playing
how would you
like to come out on stage with me
and sit in a chair right next to me?”
“I might need to lean
on your shoulder, o.k.?”
aaron later thought that this was
the most exciting thing that had ever happened
in his life at twelve, for sure!
of course as this st.louis story goes
young aaron was a.e. hotchner.
“hotch” continued the knack
all his life of befriending famous people.
AN ANECDOTE ABOUT LOUIS ARMSTRONG, TRUMPET PLAYER,
FROM THE 1930’S: A PROSE POEM, OR VIGNETTE.
by Alan Yount
growing up in st.louis in the 1960’s
there were always several jazz stories
going around the jazz clubs everyone knew.
it was during, the 1930’s depression
when the grand theatre was opulent then
it had oriental carpets and crystal chandeliers.
vaudeville shows came and bands played from all over.
louis armstrong played many times and once
a twelve year old kid named aaron snuck in
the side door to hear him play.
the band took a dinner break
and aaron followed them
to a burger place near by.
louis went up to
the carry out window to place an order.
aaron heard a voice from inside
laying it down “no service here
to no coloreds.”
then all of a sudden aaron found himself
standing on the street right in the middle of the band.
he couldn’t believe he was really speaking …
“mr. armstrong … if you give me some money
I will go back and buy you all
some burgers.”
louis then grinned at aaron
“thanks son … meet us up on the stage
to the side.”
when aaron got back
to the stage … he carried up
two paper sacks of food.
- armstrong, waved him on up
sat together, sharing fries …
then mr. armstrong said … “I’ve got another idea …
when we go up on stage & start playing
how would you
like to come out on stage with me
and sit in a chair right next to me?”
“I might need to lean
on your shoulder, o.k.?”
aaron later thought that this was
the most exciting thing that had ever happened
in his life at twelve, for sure!
of course as this st.louis story goes
young aaron was a.e. hotchner.
“hotch” continued the knack
all his life of befriending famous people.
Friday, March 30, 2018
NEW EDITION of KHS ALUMNI NEWSLETTER
I have taken the liberty of copying the brand new edition of KHS Alumni news here. I can't seem to get Facebook to work correctly on my two KHS65 pages there, so here it is in full, see below the red line. Of particular interest to me is the announcement of the re-emergence of Alumni Hall of Fame activities. See the panel on the right side below. Nominate someone who you feel is deserving!
Happy Spring...even though this says March 2018 I JUST received it a few moments ago on 3/30/18.
Happy Spring...even though this says March 2018 I JUST received it a few moments ago on 3/30/18.
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Thursday, February 15, 2018
BULLYING AT KHS - EVEN IN OUR DAY
I am sure all of our classmates who use any social media, watch TV news or read newspapers know that the subject of bullying is a current, often-discussed problem. I have an idea, unsubstantiated, that not many of us in our closed, warm, healthy childhood environment in Kirkwood experienced much bullying. I did - my first few days as the new kid in Miss Clark's 2nd grade class were spoiled by a guy whose name I forget, he didn't go up thru the grades with us, who called me "Nestles" - he was black, I was from a KS school where I had no black schoolmates, and it embarrassed me. He quit doing it, I got over it, I haven't forgotten it but it certainly did not affect my mental health then or ever after. It wasn't really bullying anyway, it was teasing to call attention to my "newness". But you likely get my drift. BTW my best friend in that class was Mattie Hall, who sat right by me and we were friends for years. She right away offered me her extra pencil and some paper on my first day in class...mom didn't think to send any along with me that day, go figure!
Today I received a Facebook private message from our classmate Jon Mangold, who was with us for awhile at KHS but then moved so did not graduate with us. Through Social Media, Jon got in touch with our class through me and we are friends on FB. We comment back and forth from time to time, but today's message was different. He was reaching out for a platform, and in light of the current environment in our society, I am delighted to provide it. Please read the following essay if you will, by Jon. The person who was guilty of bullying Jon is no longer living, so we are using his name. Of course he is no longer here to defend himself, but I print the story to give Jon a way to share his experience and point up the sad result of bullying. Yes, it's too late for us to guide our own children away from that behaviour but perhaps not too late for us to influence others in the unfortunate results of bullying If you wish to contact Jon, he is Jonathan Mangold on Facebook.
"Hi, Leslie. The recent shooting in Florida has caused me to think about how I was bullied in school. As a junior, I sat in front of Jim Moulder in Art Stout’s math class. Jim liked to flick my ears during class. I never knew when it would happen, but it happened every class and it hurt. We sat far enough forward in the classroom so others had to have seen what was going on but no one said anything. I never told Mr. Stout what was going on. I could’ve asked to be moved, but that would mean I would have to tell him what was going on and I was afraid I’d be even in more trouble with Jim and his big friend who sat behind him than I was already. I was terrified. I couldn’t sleep thinking about what might happen to me the next day. I’ve only recently become aware of how this has affected my relationships with men—particularly men who are bigger than me. I am hypervigilant around bigger men and find myself trying to ingratiate myself in hopes that they will not terrorize me. Had I owned a gun then, I might have gone to school and shot up the place. Being bullied is that bad. This is serious business, probably worse now than then. If you see someone being bullied, don't just stand there. Say something. Tell someone. Do something, for everyone's sake. I don't want anyone to get the idea that I harbor thoughts of shooting anyone now! I didn't then, in fact It never occurred to me to retaliate."
Thank you Jon for sharing this experience with us. While for the most part I believe, from 50+ years of being in touch with our classmates as we have aged (I HATE that word), that within reason and some variations, most of us led pretty charmed lives as kids growing up in Kirkwood. But stories such as this remind us that not everyone lived that charmed existence. I hope others will read this and be moved to share their stories, or at least give thought to the subject!
Today I received a Facebook private message from our classmate Jon Mangold, who was with us for awhile at KHS but then moved so did not graduate with us. Through Social Media, Jon got in touch with our class through me and we are friends on FB. We comment back and forth from time to time, but today's message was different. He was reaching out for a platform, and in light of the current environment in our society, I am delighted to provide it. Please read the following essay if you will, by Jon. The person who was guilty of bullying Jon is no longer living, so we are using his name. Of course he is no longer here to defend himself, but I print the story to give Jon a way to share his experience and point up the sad result of bullying. Yes, it's too late for us to guide our own children away from that behaviour but perhaps not too late for us to influence others in the unfortunate results of bullying If you wish to contact Jon, he is Jonathan Mangold on Facebook.
"Hi, Leslie. The recent shooting in Florida has caused me to think about how I was bullied in school. As a junior, I sat in front of Jim Moulder in Art Stout’s math class. Jim liked to flick my ears during class. I never knew when it would happen, but it happened every class and it hurt. We sat far enough forward in the classroom so others had to have seen what was going on but no one said anything. I never told Mr. Stout what was going on. I could’ve asked to be moved, but that would mean I would have to tell him what was going on and I was afraid I’d be even in more trouble with Jim and his big friend who sat behind him than I was already. I was terrified. I couldn’t sleep thinking about what might happen to me the next day. I’ve only recently become aware of how this has affected my relationships with men—particularly men who are bigger than me. I am hypervigilant around bigger men and find myself trying to ingratiate myself in hopes that they will not terrorize me. Had I owned a gun then, I might have gone to school and shot up the place. Being bullied is that bad. This is serious business, probably worse now than then. If you see someone being bullied, don't just stand there. Say something. Tell someone. Do something, for everyone's sake. I don't want anyone to get the idea that I harbor thoughts of shooting anyone now! I didn't then, in fact It never occurred to me to retaliate."
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Thank you Jon for sharing this experience with us. While for the most part I believe, from 50+ years of being in touch with our classmates as we have aged (I HATE that word), that within reason and some variations, most of us led pretty charmed lives as kids growing up in Kirkwood. But stories such as this remind us that not everyone lived that charmed existence. I hope others will read this and be moved to share their stories, or at least give thought to the subject!
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
PATTY HAMMER HOBIN LOSES HER HUSBAND
I noticed a very short obituary in a recent Post Dispatch issue and the surname was very familiar. From my database I realized the deceased was the husband of our classmate Patty Hammer. I did some sleuthing and found the obituary for Larry Hobin. I tried to post this on Facebook but for some reason I can't post anything on either of my KHS65 FB pages! Gotta love Facebook. I doubt the address in our 50th Reunion book is accurate but one can send condolences through the funeral home.
Laurence served in the U.S. Air Force. He worked as a truck driver in St. Louis for Anheuser-Busch and then as a fire fighter in Wisconsin.
Surviving are his beloved wife Patty Hammer Hobin; son Tyler (Elouise) Andreas of Naples, FL; daughter C.C. (Harry) Brody of Chicago, IL; son Tanner (Jennifer) Hobin of St. Louis, MO; daughter Caitlin (Jeff) Dickerson of Chicago, IL; 8 grandchildren; brother Patrick Hobin of Lake of the Ozarks, MO; and sister Gayle Schroyer of St. Louis, MO.
No services are scheduled at this time.
On line condolences may be left by visiting www.ShikanyFuneralHome.com
Arrangements are being handled by Shikany’s Bonita Funeral Home & Crematory. Family owned and operated since 1978.
Obituary for Laurence D. Hobin
Laurence D. Hobin, 72 0f Bonita Springs, FL died Thursday, January 18, 2018 at his residence. He was born December 7, 1945 in St. Louis, MO, a son of the late Ralph C. Hobin and Dorothy Jones Hobin.Laurence served in the U.S. Air Force. He worked as a truck driver in St. Louis for Anheuser-Busch and then as a fire fighter in Wisconsin.
Surviving are his beloved wife Patty Hammer Hobin; son Tyler (Elouise) Andreas of Naples, FL; daughter C.C. (Harry) Brody of Chicago, IL; son Tanner (Jennifer) Hobin of St. Louis, MO; daughter Caitlin (Jeff) Dickerson of Chicago, IL; 8 grandchildren; brother Patrick Hobin of Lake of the Ozarks, MO; and sister Gayle Schroyer of St. Louis, MO.
No services are scheduled at this time.
On line condolences may be left by visiting www.ShikanyFuneralHome.com
Arrangements are being handled by Shikany’s Bonita Funeral Home & Crematory. Family owned and operated since 1978.
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