"The good old days....when we weren't good and we weren't old" Barbara Schwarz Moss 2010

MICK MARIETTA IS IN A NURSING HOME WHERE HE WILL REMAIN FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE AFTER A STROKE. HE WOULD ENJOY PHONE CALLS FROM HIS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO CHEER HIM UP. His number is 573 885-4500, ask for Mick Marietta. It may be difficult to communicate with him. Mail address is Cuba Manor, 210 Eldon Drive, Cuba, MO 65453.

We seem to all be suffering a common problem these days, WHERE DID OUR LIVES GO? Our brains seem to still be 18, but our bodies are talking a different language. Sarah Orne Jewett puts it much more eloquently than do I:

“Neither of my companions was troubled by her burden of years. I hoped in my heart that I might be like them as I lived on into age, and then smiled to think that I too was no longer very young. So we always keep the same hearts, though our outer framework fails and shows the touch of time.”



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Thursday, February 15, 2018


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 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!

Tuesday, February 13, 2018


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.

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
Arrangements are being handled by Shikany’s Bonita Funeral Home & Crematory. Family owned and operated since 1978.

Friday, February 2, 2018


It is always sad to report the death of our classmates, but luckily I have not learned of any additional deaths recently.  For several years now I have been reporting on the deaths of our classmates' parents, especially when they have lived particularly long lives. Having lost my parents 23 years ago, I am always envious of those who were able to keep theirs so much longer.  Now we are losing parents who are at or near the 100 year milestone, what an achievement.  I wanted to share a few tidbits here, being a bit behind due to having been sick with double pneumonia for several weeks.  I THINK I am on the mend, and so glad to be back to my real life!  Please do let me know if you learn of any deaths of note related to our classmates.  

Linda was the widow of our Robinson School and KHS65 classmate Charles Huebner.  She died December 5 living in Maryland Heights.  Charlie didn't participate in our reunion activities but I did meet Linda years ago. I believe she worked at The Frame Factory at which I did a lot of framing and I noted her name badge, and her unusual name, and chatted of course, and it turned out that she was married to Charlie. She was a Lindenwood graduate, and there are no children listed in her obituary.  They were very active in the Southside Imperial Dance Club and the greater St. Louis swing dance community for many years.  She was also a founding member of the Jimmy Buffet Parothead Club. They traveled all over the world, loving St. John's, VI especially.  There was a memorial service at Bopp on January 6.  Perhaps some of you have some connection to her and/or Chuck, as he was apparently known, through the dance interest.

Mrs. Burtch of course was our classmate Polly's mom who died January 5 at the age of 97.  She had 5 grands and 8 great-grands.  She was a member of the founding docent group at St. Louis Art Museum, an avid golfer, an accomplished needleworker and a longtime member of the Jane Austin Society of North America.  Her full obituary is here:    Our condolences to Polly and her wonderful family.  Polly has 3 children and 5 grands!!!  Lucky girl!

Mr. Holt passed away at age 96 on  December 31st.  His daughter, Sharon, was in our class and I shared a class or two with her.  Mr. Holt was with the St. Louis Post Dispatch for 40 years retiring in 1995.  He was a photographer who captured scenes and activities around town for all those years as well as into his retirement.  His special interest was our wonderful Zoo. I can only imagine the photo of Phil the Gorilla having a beer with George Vierheller!  Phil was and still is my favorite attraction at our zoo.  If you haven't seen his statue, it is reason enough to visit the Zoo, but check out the flamingos as long as you're there!  Mr. Holt was a World War II Veteran having served as a pilot in the South Pacific, and having been awarded flight wings by both the Army and the Navy.  His full obituary is at:
Our condolences also to Sharon and her family, another of our classmates whose parents had long, meaningful and full lives.

Saturday, December 23, 2017


I realize not everyone attended our Senior Party after graduation, but I did and remember it well.  The Hotel Jefferson has a checkered history and has been shuttered for ages; every time there is a new proposal to reopen it, I begin dreaming of a class reunion there just for nostalgia's sake!  In recent years there have been several plans put forth to refurbish/reopen/reuse it but none has come to fruition.  Here is an article about the current status.  This article says it was published 12/21/17 but I am looking at the 12/22 paper and the lead article in the Business Section has this article and the photo.  A Marriott would be great, but as the lead article on 12/22 points out, there are already a LOT of hotel rooms in St. Louis, and if all 9 current proposals came to be, there would be 1200+ additional hotel rooms downtown, and can we really support that?  Many people, including me, think not.  We just don't have the draw we once did...anyway, I thought some of you might find this of interest if you follow any of our local "issues".
Jefferson Arms rendering

Thursday, December 21, 2017


I recently received a wonderful message from Bruce which he has given me permission to share.  I am always so gratified when the memories or information from one classmate prompts contact from another!  And it's especially pleasing to know some of our classmates actually read what I write!  Thank you all for that!  Here goes Bruce's article:

"It is amazing to me the names of the people I either didn't know or can no longer remember, yet still sound vaguely familiar.  Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for what you do on your blog.  I do check it out every couple of months.  Like this morning, for some reason I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and said, oh, what the heck.  I have been working on our own family genealogy and as I sat down at the desk with my laptop for some reason thought I would check your blog to see if there was any new news regarding classmates.  Sorry to hear about Jim Olson.  I do not remember Jim, at least I don't think so.  I could tell you had become good friends.

Your posting of the JerryJazzMusician [Alan Yount's poetry has been published there twice lately, see earlier posts here] brought back my own horn playing memories.  At Keysor and North I played Alto Sax.  Lew Williamson was 1st chair in band at North, I was 2nd chair.  My music teacher at Mel Bay's encouraged me to enter into a music contest called the "Five Penney Music Contest" named after the movie of the same name starring Danny Kay who played trumpet in the movie.  I played NOLA and for my age group and instrument won first place which was my one and only musical claim to fame. For first prize I think I got a $15 gift certificate from Mel Bay's Music Store and a "Five Penney" record album.   Mel Bay's son, Bill Bay, asked me to join his band, to which my parents said no.  Doc Williamson was our family's dentist and prior to my musical accolade I thought I wanted to be a dentist because he was always complimentary after a visit.  My parents thought keeping me on a track of dentistry was a better option than musician. The music teacher at North asked me to join the orchestra as the only saxophone player, which I did, although he asked me to insert a mute to soften the tone. I was also asked to perform on stage at the high school during some kind of talent show.  Bobbie Jo Leech accompanied me on the piano.  I wonder what happened to Bobbie Jo? [she was living in Florida as is Bruce currently.  I'm not sure if she's still there.]  I believe she also played trumpet in band at North.  I got so nervous on stage, somewhere in the middle of NOLA I forgot where I was, as I had memorized it, and Bobbie Jo somehow  picked up on my memory loss, and either caught up with me or filled in the blanks, she was just great and a real life saver.  Either way it was my last semi-professional performance.  

Looking back, I wish I would have continued playing the sax in high school.  I would have enjoyed playing in the marching band at halftime.  It would have been a better option for me then football.  I did try out for football in 9th grade.  I thought I was a pretty good quarterback, at least in our neighborhood.  For J.V. made third string but at 5'8" and around 100 lbs. was no match for the bigger guys.  Jim Ballard wanted to learn out to play the sax and I gave him some instruction sheets and tips. He picked it up immediately and really became a great saxophone player and I believe part of the KHS marching band.

Just last week I asked my daughter who has five children (two who are in college, two in high school and one in middle school) if any would be interested in my sax, which I hadn't played in many years?  She replied, no, but wanted to hear me play as they are coming for a visit to warm, sunny Florida over the Christmas break.  I pulled it out of its case, not knowing if it would even play, if all the pads were hard and needed replacing?  Surprisingly it did play.  Not surprisingly, it was very hard, not the pads, me.  After several days I might be able to play Silent Night, but NOLA, not a chance."
A bit later I received another fun message from Bruce:  
"Alan Yount's memory of his great grandparents' house stirred up some additional ones of my own.  

The House on Woodlawn
My mom was always proud of being a KHS girl.  Of course, in her days Kirkwood High was as we know Nipher.  She moved to Kirkwood from the city in 1925 at the age of 12.  Her father, Percy Wall or P.H. which was for Percival Herbert built the house or at least his company, Wall Construction, built the house.  It was red brick with black mortar, a special request by her mom, Sadie. The house was located on the "other side" of the Ferguson-Kirkwood streetcar tracks, just down the hill and on the same side as the stately residences that lined the street north of Adams (Lockwood)​. It was across the street from the Kirkwood.Country Club (later renamed the Woodlawn Country Club.)  When golfers would tee off from the #3 tee, balls would often land in their yard. Today streets with the name of Par and Bogey are a little reminder of the past. The street [Woodlawn Avenue] from their house up to Manchester had not yet been paved and in the winter they would help to oil it.  Heavy rains or wet snows would cause cars to get stuck and for a modest fee there were always a few neighbors still with horses and wagons to help in their distress. My grandfather lived in the house for almost 40 years.  When it was sold the new owners painted the brick white and built on top of it.  They couldn't believe how thick the foundation was.  Wall Construction was a commercial builder.  They built schools, factories and breweries.  Very little evidence remains of the street car tracks next to the house.  As boys my brother and I used to collect a few spikes from the area.  Last summer I got out of the car just to prove to myself of its existence, and although most of the area has long since been turned into roadways, houses and lawns, I could still see and walk next to the ditch where the bed of the track use to be.  The one picture we have of the house was taken during the winter. The second is as it currently looks."

I love these stories of our childhood and especially those also about Kirkwood.  If YOU want to send some memories, please do and I'll post them.  And thanks to Alan Yount for his sharing of his memories which inspired Bruce to be in touch too! 

William Lee Hedrick leaves us too early

Jim Day was kind enough to contact me to let us know that Bill Hedrick died on December 10, 2017.  Here is an obituary that Jim wrote up for us in the absence of a published one that I could find.
Thanks go to Jim for being so kind to keep us posted on classmate activity.  Bill and Rusty Nelson were good pals, so I wonder if it was Rusty with whom Bill joined in the buddy system.  Thank you again Jim!

"William (BILL) Hedrick lived in Rosebud, MO. Graduating from Kirkwood High School he joined the Navy with the Buddy System, serving our country in the U.S. NAVY.  He served in VIET NAM from 1965-69 receiving medals for his service during his time there. Bill was involved in the recovery of APOLLO 10 & APOLLO 11.  He earned a degree in design engineering and, working for MONSANTO, Bill designed and developed machines to assist in the paint industries.  He eventually left MONSANTO to work within his family business and upon his retirement Bill was able to continue his avid love for golf, and his enjoyment as a master mechanic." 


Friday, December 1, 2017


In October I was at Bopp Chapel attending visitation and the memorial service for the mother of a friend of mine.  She had been a music teacher here in St. Louis and my friend an alum of Ladue High.  I wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew other than my friend's Aunt whom I have known for some time through a mutual friend and my business.  So, I'm sitting in one of the pews in front of the lady whom I know and as I turned around and chatted with her the two ladies sitting next to her joined the conversation.  Somehow or other growing up in Kirkwood came up, imagine that, one of the ladies said something about the "Pickel Girls".  Despite the fact that sometimes I think I am getting senile, something triggered in my brain.  I looked at the darling lady who had said she'd been a teacher in Kirkwood for awhile many years ago, and I asked where and she said Nipher, I said when?... she began to calculate and I said,"wait, Nipher - Art - Miss Pickel" and then even her first name fell out of my mouth!  Charlotte Pickel, art teacher during our years at Nipher!  Well  ~ of course we had a great time discussing teachers, the fact that I did NOT have her as a teacher, which is a good thing, she would have remembered me if she had taught me for my totally unartistic self!  And we reminisced about Mr. Beltz, Dr. Wagner, other art teachers, etc.  She left Kirkwood, married, spent 11 years in Omaha teaching and along the way, not sure of the time frame as I didn't make good notes, she taught at Ladue, Webster and Parkway West Jr.  She and her sister are both retired, and enjoying life.  She is chipper, adorably cute and perky, smiles a lot!  Just an older version of the way I remember her as a short, perky teacher!  
One just never knows who she'll run into at Bopp Chapel...and what memories will be triggered...a great thing about blooming where you're planted as Mary Engelbreit admonishes...

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Rock Star with a Connection to KHS65 - well sorta!

For someone who spent over 12 years in the computer biz sometimes on-line stuff goes over my head.  Yesterday while working quietly at my desk, I went on Facebook for some specific reason, and as those funky dropdown things sometimes do, an OLD message from my good pal Ric Porte fell into my view.  I have no recollection of ever having seen it before, so maybe I hadn't.  I don't do the "chat" stuff very any rate what he told me in that message was that our classmate Janet McCleary Sheldon, who died 7 Sept 2004, had a very famous son, one rapper named Mac Lethal - who knew?

Well not me, because I'm not into rap or rappers and things named lethal give me the creeps.  But I made a quick note of the info and just took a few moments to google around.  Well, good grief, Mac is a big deal rapper!  He has his own Wikipedia entry which puts him above a lot of people I know!  SO, may I recommend you google Mac'll find YouTube videos, stills, tons of music, and all sorts of posts about Janet's son David McCleary Sheldon, aka Mac Lethal.  Nice to know that our classmates' children are making inroads of their own, even if their parents don't live to see them succeed.  Mac was only 23 when Janet died.  And please don't send me zillions of messages, like, "Gee Leslie we've known about him for years, where've you been?"  I've been right here, just not on the rapper scene!

Saturday, November 11, 2017 once again recognizes our musician Alan Yount!~ Way to go Alan

Courtesy of, comes another of Alan's crossover literary triumphs, a poem about his 1962 visit to Gaslight Square to hear the GREAT Dizzy Gillespie in person.  Scott Heuer and Dennis Winkler were in the group too, and I'd bet Bob Heuer was there to drive, but of course he was a VERY talented musician himself....we need not wonder where Scott got his musical genes. Thanks for sharing ALAN!!!  Keep blowin' that horn and writin' those lines!!!

          For Scott Heuer, and all the other
        musicians in our dance band.

we all were
three fifteen year olds
along with one of our fathers.
we were
the only white guys
in the club.
it was at dino’s club
in st.louis, in the fall of 1962
at the corner of
debaliviere & wabash …
also known as gaslight square.
before the concert started
a guy my age
(in the booth next to me)
tapped me on the shoulder.
“do you play trumpet,” he said.
I said “yes.”
he said, “me too.”
just then …
everything seemed o.k.
we talked about our horns …
and charts we had played:
both of us
had played in a jazz band.
we found we had both played
the “leads series” of stage band songs:
tunes that dizzy also played.
the concert was amazing …
groovin’ high & night in tunisia
with dizzy playing tight staccato notes
on his silver harmon mute.
dizzy’s playing … wow!
an infectious
infused joy, of boppish phrasing.
the crowd
would not stop clapping …
and cheering … after every song.
the guy next to me
& his family
left at the same time.
outside, we both said
we would meet
in st.louis somewhere
& get together
and play some jazz
also, we both agreed
for sure,
we were going
to remodel our trumpets
to have an uplifted bell …
just exactly like dizzy had done,
for his own horn,
for sure.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Missing Jim Olson, creative talent, runner, funny man and good friend, gone way too soon.

I'm still reeling from learning of the death of our Jim Olson on August 12th.  I and other of his good friends did not know he was close to death earlier in the summer.  Jim was a man of many words for many years on many topics, but silent to a fault about his own health.  Yes, men tend to be that way, but even as he knew his health was failing he didn't reach out.  Perhaps he couldn't face it, I certainly hope it wasn't because he didn't think we cared.  

I received a great gift from Jim last summer, in fact on July 4th, '16, and I am going to share some of it with you.  I won't finish this post right now, but will come back to it until it's complete.  It's going to be a big job, he wrote me a diary of sorts, 7 1/2 pages typed single space.

Some of you know his sports fame, either because you remember his accolades on the track team at KHS or because you actually read stuff I publish and have seen my 2009 post about his being inducted into the first class of KHS Sports Hall of Fame.  If you haven't read that post please go to the 2009 post list on this blog and scroll down to it.  Then for photos and more information, go to, my photo site, and click the 2009 album Dave Holley (KHS67, Tom's brother & KHS principal) & Doug Vaughn listen as Jim Olson makes his acceptance speech.for many photos of the HOF ceremony evening...there is more there than just Jim!  I was honored to be his date for the evening, along with Maxine Lyons, Fred's widow, and there is news of other classmates in that album and several photos.  Jim really did try to be humble in his acceptance talk, but he was really basking in being recognized.  We had a great night!

Jim and I didn't know one another at KHS.  Back in 1988 I had changed jobs within McDonnell Douglas, the computer biz founded by John McDonell, and I was going to Santa Ana, CA to my new boss' office for the sign up with Personnel, meet the other folks with whom I'd be working and to do some training.  In those days, email was in its infancy and the internet not yet well-known but I was doing my "newsyletters" to the KHS65 members for whom I had email addresses.  I had begun my database right after we worked so hard to gather the addresses for our 1975 10th reunion and I had Jim's contact information.  I knew he worked for Grey Advertising in Huntington Beach, but his office was up in Cypress, not far from my boss' office, our Santa Ana service office, and a fun restaurant across the street called Crazyhorse where we hung out often.  I also knew Cypress wasn't far up the interstate so I called him and told him I would be in town and would he like to meet and "talk KHS"...we met for a long lunch and instantly bonded.  We became very good friends, and no, not a romance!  Over the next few years we saw one another in CA or here for one reason or other when we were in the same place at the same time.  We had lunch the day of our 50th reunion in 2015, and we visited that night.  We talked on the phone - he always called me on the holidays and on my birthday, or sent me a card.  He always made my day with his calls.  He normally called when he and Jim (Speed) Herb were lunching together to see if there was any Kirkwood news they should know.  Sometimes he shared KHS news with me!

Jim was an incredibly creative guy...a dog which never let go of that chew rag...a perfectionist in many ways...but mostly he was a creative guy who found himself fighting the typical battles of creative folks working in the midst of business tycoons, finance guys who didn't "get" the cost of creativity, and likely couldn't understand much of the creativity anyway, and the always present bosses who were jealous of the creative genius' salary. 

My first memory of Jim's long list of advertisements is when there began to be a lot of flak about all the paper trash McDonald's fast food created, do you remember that?  His slogan "Put Litter in its Place" was everywhere before long.  The trash cans at McDonalds were white, tall with a swinging door and on the face was a rectangular green sign with white lettering.  I wanted to begin this post (which will end up with Jim's own words telling the stories of his almost 30 top "All Time Favorites" - his own ads) with the McDonald's ad because it is a great example of Jim's ability to pack a huge punch in a few words.  In looking on the internet for a photo of one such trash can, I found this video, his slogan in an Aussie ad for McDonalds, and I do not know if he produced the ad, but we know he wrote the slogan, and no, it's not on his own All Time Favorites list.  Check it out here:  

In researching the "Put litter in its place" ad, I found this on eBay and purchased it!  A nice reminder for my bulletin board of "souvenirs" of my life.  I'll wear it at our next KHS65 "do" and see if anyone knows why!