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

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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Saturday, April 30, 2022


I have been privileged to have some great correspondence with Bruce Antle for several years.  He is a wonderful writer, must be all those sermons he had to write over the years!  And he has many growing-up-in-Kirkwood stories to share.  He and wife Darlene Petri, KHS66, are retired and living in Missouri these days.  I'm going to publish some of our correspondence, but mostly want to share an article he wrote for me but I'm having trouble getting it posted due to the format it's in so for now I'm going to give you a glimpse into their lives as told by Bruce. Check back later and read his article, I'll post it as soon as I ca.  Here are some random snippets:

Since being retired (still do a little real estate with friends and family) and some pulpit supply, but mostly take care of Darlene and that is my primary job.  4-2-22 

It is hard to believe we are in the "4th quarter" of our life or the "last chapter" or on the "25 yard line" with 25 and goal to go, all of us within field goal range if we are so lucky.  Darlene has outlived her parents and on my side 85 seems to be the magic number, so barring anything unforeseen we should have another 10 years of somewhat independent living. 

Sooo sad to see the senseless and indiscriminate killing of innocent lives on the other side of the world.  Why can't we all just live our lives in peace? 

Darlene and I are both doing fine.  Thanks for asking. We both have our issues, but who doesn't at this age?  Mine seem to be below my knees with what they call neuropathy.  One foot doesn't want to cooperate like it is supposed to.  I have conversations with it, but it wants to be lazy.  Going down is easy, getting up needs a helping hand.  Probably caused by all those years I used to jog or when I was doing a lot of physical labor.  I used to love to run, but what can be good for the heart, we later discover, if we live long enough, can be tough on other parts of the body. Last year I asked Darlene to pick me up a cane for balance.    4-3-22

It [some physical ills] started about 10 years ago for both of us and like age, progressive.  Darlene is still my 16 year old girlfriend and for someone turning 74 next month still has a cute figure and as pretty as ever.  We eat sensibly which helps and we enjoy each other's company which is also very helpful, especially the last couple of years with Covid.  

This is the wonderful response I received when I asked Bruce to write the charming story of his and Darlene's beginning as a couple:  

The last person who asked me to do so might be sorry she did. 

Actually that isn't true.  My daughter asked me to write down some stories and 800 pages later .... she got probably more than she thought she wanted.  Although she tells me she is very appreciative.  Most are family related.  My two favorite authors are James Michener and Laura Wilder.  Laura wrote the Little House series of books, with large print and pictures.  Books they say for children.  I loved them all.  James on the other hand, historical novels, with a lot of depth and research, small print, few pictures and many, many pages.  My dad also did a lot of family genealogy back before computers with letter writing and visiting cemeteries.  I took up the mantle after he passed, adding my research to his.  Then Darlene asked me to do the same for her family.  She always thought she had some Cherokee in her ancestral background.  She didn't as we later discovered.  However, what we did discover was she was a great, great granddaughter x 6, to Daniel Boone. 

For the family I wrote a series of 6 books, third person, in the style of the Little House books with lots of photos from the photo albums Darlene kept, tying the photos with a narrative.  I then followed it with my Michener style, three part Family History of 800 plus pages. I had to divide it into three parts because of the size.  Again, a lot of photos, along with family trees dating from the colonial days to the present.  This is still a work in process as I edit and move around stories. 4-3-22

As a genealogist, he is one of my idols!  I would love to do what he has done but I keep myself too busy to do it! Isn't he just amazing??? 

After Bruce sent me his article I had two suggestions, he said the number of graduates in our class was about 1,000, but it was really about 785 and he mentioned Cyranos being downstairs from the music store and I corrected him to "down the block" as in 1996 I opened a small antiques shop down the street, DeMun Avenue, so drove by where Cyranos had been 5 or more days a week HOWEVER, he was correct, the restaurant was below the music store and just down the street from other businesses.  Here is his response to that message:

And yes, Cyrano's was down the street, beneath a music store, later moved to Big Bend, now in Webster Groves, Old Orchard, and still has the Cherries Jubilee and World's Fair Eclair, or at least the last time we ate there which was a couple years ago.  I could have added "down the street," and you are welcome to do so but figured anyone in our class who went there would know it. [The mother of the fellow who opened the Cyranos on Big Bend became a pal of mine thru my antiques biz and later the fellow who, with a partner, opened it in Webster was a pal of mine through our mutual membership in the Symphony Volunteer Association! - sooo many connections - sooo typical in Kirkwood and environs! lvr]

Cyrano's was a customer of mine. My dad was the sales manager of a company that manufactured melamine ashtrays.  The summer before our senior year I would go down to the plant, load up the trunk of my car and peddle them to restaurants and bars in and around St. Louis.  Cyranos was one of my wonderful discoveries ... those were the days when people smoked, especially at a coffee shop.  The steep outside stairs leading down, the basement rafters concealing everything in the rafters all painted black, and yummy desserts made it a very special place. I am guessing it made more money than the music store above it.  It was never the same after it moved.  My sales career came to a quick halt after selling a truck-load of seconds to Grandpa Pigeons when my dad's sales rep who covered the area reported I had encroached on his territory.  My dad never dreamed I would go to a Grandpa Pigeons and thought I was just fine going door to door to little mom and pop businesses.  4-5-22

 Of course that led to a discussion of Tom Holley, whose family owned Grandpa's, earlier Grandpa Pigeon's:

All history is related for those who might be interested.  Grandpa Pigeons was also the grandpa I believe of one of our classmates ... Tom Holley.  My dad commented he was impressed because he could read Tom's signature, apparently on a purchase order sent to the company and I guess, like me selling ashtrays my dad made, Tom was working for his grandpa at the store.  It was a fun store.  So many people just scribble their name, my dad was impressed when he learned Tom was a classmate who took the time to legibly write his name.  Funny isn't it, what goes through that gray mass above our neck.  It has been awhile ... as you know.   

Well, as you can see, I was waylaid in getting this posted, a trip to Atlanta, prep for that trip and now after a week, still unpacking.   Here is the romantic tale of Bruce and Darlene in his words:

 How a Boy from North Met a Girl from Nipher

 I guess this story could start as boys standing in line waiting to receive our high school diplomas and asking, “Who is that cute girl?”  We had a large graduating class back in 1965.  I believe close to 1,000.  Add to that number, grades 10 and 11, when KHS was sophomore - senior classes and a combination from North and Nipher Junior High, it was not unusual to NOT know someone.  And speaking from a purely boy perspective, KHS had a lot of cute girls!

Darlene came from Nipher.  I came from North.  My mom, my brother, my cousins Pat and Becky Wall (KHS 60 & KHS 63) all attended Nipher.  My mom attended when it was the high school.  My cousins not only attended but later taught at Nipher.  When it was my turn, North Junior High was brand new, and a little further to walk than Keysor.  I lived on a street called Wilcox, a street off of Essex. Our house was about 3 or 4 blocks from the high school, depending on if you took the pipe over the ravine to get to my house and a lot farther to North Junior High.

 I was in my senior year at KHS when Tom Friel asked if wanted to go to an “away” football game.  I

think we were playing Ritenour.  We sat on the visitors side and in front of us on Tom’s side were two really cute girls.  They were Juniors. Tom seemed to know them both, at least he knew their names and started talking to the one close to him. My eye was on the one farthest from me, a really cute strawberry blond. (I later learned it was a color that often changed.)


On the way home Tom told me her name was Darlene Petri.  He remembered her last name, possibly from the associated with what we learned in biology as a Petri dish, named after a famous bacteriologist.

 Over the weekend I couldn’t wait for school on Monday in hopes of seeing her.  With no luck on Monday or Tuesday, I devised a plan.

I was on the “Call” staff as the business manager and free to come and go to solicit ads for the paper.  Mrs. Conley, also my English teacher, led the “Call” as well the “Pioneer” and we would meet for 6th period. I decided to go to the office and ask if a note could be sent to Darlene to meet her at her locker.

Darlene had recently been photographed for the “Pioneer” in a full page layout.  The student in the office was more than happy to help out, as well tell me where her locker was located.  When Darlene got the note, she had no idea who this Bruce Antle guy was, so after class she raced to her locker hoping to avoid him.

No such luck, I was there to meet her.  I was excited.  She didn’t know what to do. When I asked if I could carry her books and walk her to the parking lot, she seemed relieved and vaguely remembered me as the “other guy” on the bench next to Tom.  She said okay. 

Our first date was a movie at the Esquire, followed by a flaming Cherries Jubilee downstairs at Cyranos.  It was one of those cool, crisp fall evenings. I asked if she would mind if I put the top down? She had never been in a convertible and thought it sounded fun.  We rolled up the windows and put the heater on, then a slow ride home down Clayton road, with the stars shining bright in the night sky and soft music playing on the AM car radio from Wood River.  It was magical.  I drove as slowly as I could not wanting the evening to ever end.


We dated that fall and winter for about 4 months, falling madly and passionately in love.  We broke up when things got too serious. 16 & 17 was a little too young for marriage. After graduation I was heading off to college. We would date others, but never stopped seeing each other, knowing if we ever got back together it would be for keeps.


Four years later I was standing in a different graduation line.  This time from Washington University.  In the audience my mom had invited Darlene. 

A year later we were married. That was 52 years ago!

 Looking back, it was also the first and only time either of us had gone to an “away” football game. We know God had a plan.

                                                 Bruce and Darlene




Joanne Hautly Cross, KHS64 and widow of our dear late friend Chuck

 Here is the link to Joanne's obituary in the Post Dispatch:

Another trip to Bopp to mourn the loss of a great gal who leaves behind four wonderful daughters, grand-children and other relatives and many friends.  Joanne was closer to our class than her own because she basked in the light and fun of hubby Chuck whom so many of us loved.  I personally didn't know Chuck at KHS but in our later reunion activites we became very good friends.  When I needed friends after my divorce, Chuck was always there.  He renovated the kitchen of the house I bought so that my mom, who initially moved in with my children and me and had to eat frequently, could have a much-needed up-to-date kitchen.  Chuck provided that, nevermind the fire as he was working but that's another day's story!  It was a lovely kitchen and mom could cook to her heart's content.  But back to Joannd, who was also the first cousin of our KHS65 classmate Linda Hautly, who I understand is doing well and still in Wisconsin, although not able to get to town for the funeral.  Wednesday night I spent time with youngest daughter Becky Jones who is the secretary in the office at Paul Schroeder Park, the city park in Manchester.  Becky told me that Joanne was doing fine, but had breast cancer in 2019 from which she recovered well with good treatments and care.  However she later came down with lung cancer and one upper lobe was removed.  Again she seemed to do well but that had metastasized and on March first she had a seizure which was a stroke from brain cancer.  She was at home, with her girls each taking turns to care for her full time, until the last two weeks when she entered hospice care.  The girls produced a great video of Joanne's life, from baby and little-girl photos to recent pictures with her children and grands.  And, of course, several with Chuck.  I noticed in several photos a lovely gold heart locket around her neck, which I had seen her wearing in her casket.  She looked very life-like too, almost as if she was smiling up at me, lying there peacefully surrounded by the aroma of beautiful flowers.  Gone too soon but leaving behind a legacy of love and wholesome family life.  So long Joanne, rest in peace surrounded by love and when you meet up with Chuck please tell him I said HI and thanks for being my friend.



Saturday, April 16, 2022

Kirkwood School District Administrative Services Center on the move

 I just saw today a notice in the Spring Alumni eCall that caught my attention because the Alumni staff have moved - I'd have stopped into the wrong place if I wanted to visit!  J MILTON TURNER BUILDING, 1099 MILWAUKEE STREET, KIRKWOOD  (314 213 6100) BUT the regular alumni office phone # remains 314 213 and are also the current online methods to reach the alumni staff.

Friday, March 25, 2022


 Here's a great bit of news from Jim and Linda - such a good reason to be proud, thanks for sharing JD!


Click the link for news of their grandson's hockey championship - yet another generation of KHS graduates making us proud!!!  Way to GO Mitchell!!!!  Keep up the great work!

Saturday, March 19, 2022

GEE, Thirteen Years is a long time

 In the midst of trying to clean up a LOT of loose ends in my life, mostly on my desk, I had a reason to check something on my blog.  I am amazed - Monday will be THIRTEEN years that I've been posting on this blog.  We've certainly had some fun, shared many sad tidings, and learned from one another.  I have a large stack of more 'stuff' to add, time is my constant enemy!  Please be sure to comment or send information, announcements, news, or whatever my way and I'll try to be better at posting in a timely fashion.  FACEBOOK has taken over as the way to communicate, I get that, but it's not as private nor are we able to post longer things and know they'll be here forever!  I just skimmed thru all thirteen years of posts!  It's all there, pix and all...JOIN IN THE FUN, SEND ME INFO or COMMENT on the posts.  

Happy Spring to everyone!  Before we know it I'll be sending my annual yellow roses for our graduation anniversary yet again~  STAY SAFE and WELL

Thursday, December 16, 2021

Classmate Linda Lee Scheffing Harre has left us, may she rest in peace and love.

 Thank you to Karen Lowe Adams for alerting me to the recent death of classmate Linda Scheffing.  I had not been in touch with her for some time, but at one time we did correspond, although she never, to my recollection, attended any of our reunion activities.  She lived in Kirkwood and was friends with my late sister-in-law who was the secretary for many years to the then Kirkwood Schools Superintendent, somehow I think that was their connection.  At any rate, here is Linda's obituary from the Kirkwood Webster Times:

Sharon Purdy recently reminded me that we are in the last quarter of our lives.   Some days it seems worse than others.  So much badness in the world and our friends and relatives leaving us, and like Linda, so many way too soon.  I suppose the melancholy is worse now because of the time of year.  This is the fourth death in my realm I have learned about just today.  Stay healthy everyone!

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Fall-Winter 21-22 Jerry Jazz Musician Blog post sports more of Alan Yount's Poetry

Just yesterday I received a gorgeous 3D Christmas card from our KHS65 poet laureate Alan Yount and today my IN BOX presents the above-captioned entry on  Once again Alan has created a poetic tribute that deserves a reading from our jazz enthusiasts!  Or our poetry enthusiasts!  Thank you Alan once again for adding to our ever-growing list of KHS65 members who remind us all what a stellar group of humans we have become.  Aging stellar humans yes, but still our bright shining stars are still twinkling in the cosmos!  As a group we sure shine!  As individuals we shine on and on.  

Wishing everyone a beautiful holiday season, and to anyone who is suffering from the recent terrible weather incidents, please know we are sending all our collective best wishes for recovery and wellness in any unfortunate situation.  Mother Nature needs to get a grip.....

For Drummer Buddy Rich

many thought
drummer buddy rich

was the premier jazz timekeeper
for all of time.


how many of us
have to do the same things

over and over, several times
to get something down.


buddy once said
he could not

read a note
of music.


.he said he had the timing
and tune, perfectly down forever

if he just heard a song,
for just once.


.by Alan Yount

 [I love how Alan can express so much with so few words, a talent I really do not possess!}

Friday, November 12, 2021


 If you search this blog using the word Rawlings, you will see other posts I have made about our late classmate Jerome/Jerry Rawlings.  I am very proud to be a part of today's (11/11/21) article in the Kirkwood Webster Times (yes I know I have the title backwards, but I ALWAYS do, it's a thing...) in honor of all veterans of course, but especially Jerry.  He was a kind soul, often maligned by our contemporaries, because of what he wasn't, but in his military life, not long after KHS graduation, he became admired for what he was then, and now he is revered for what he didn't get to be and what he did before he left us way too soon.  Please go here to read the article:

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Missouri Writers Hall of Fame inducts Susan Croce Kelly - another KHS65 STAR


Yet another member of KHS65 shows our class to be one top-notch group of aging baby boomers yet again!!!  We just ROCK!  Thank you Susan for always being smart, creative and such a great credit to us in Kirkwood and in Missouri! Best wishes for all you do!!!

On Sept. 30, journalist and Route 66 historian Susan Croce Kelly will be inducted into the Missouri Writers Hall of Fame during a special online edition of the organization’s annual Quill Gala. The award will be presented during a virtual ceremony that will feature a live roundtable discussion with Kelly. Kelly is the prize-winning author of two important books of Route 66 history: “Route 66: The Highway and Its People,” and “Father of Route 66: the Story of Cy Avery,” both published by the University of Oklahoma Press. Today her work is focused on Ozarks history and culture: she is managing editor of OzarksWatch Magazine, published by the Ozarks Studies Institute of Missouri State University, and she is working on final edits on “Newspaperwoman of the Ozarks,” a biography of long-time twentieth century reporter Lucile Morris Upton, which will be published by the University of Arkansas Press. “We are proud to recognize Susan for her storytelling career and her contributions to the written word,” says Randy Berger, president of Missouri Writers Hall of Fame. “Her work will stand as an inspiration to a new generation of writers who will use their talents to tell the stories of our region. We are honored to celebrate her legacy and her ties to Missouri.”

 This year’s event will be broadcast live on Zoom at 7 p.m. on Thursday, Sept. 30. Viewers can join at this link (, which will also be available on Missouri Writers Hall of Fame’s Facebook page. The Quill event raises funds for college scholarships for talented high school seniors. This year’s event is free to view and donations are encouraged. Donations can be made during the broadcast, or any time, at this link: You can also donate by mailing a check to Missouri Writers Hall of Fame at 411 N. Sherman Pkwy., Springfield, MO 65802. For more information, please contact Randy Berger at or 417-818-0494.

 About Missouri Writers Hall of Fame: Established in 1994, Missouri Writers Hall of Fame is a not-for-profit organization that encourages writers of all ages. Proceeds from various events fund college scholarships for talented high school seniors and recognizes students in grades 5 through 12 for their writing skills. To fulfill its mission, the volunteer board of directors each year selects a Missouri professional writer to receive the Quill Award for making significant contributions to the written word. Past Quill Award recipients include young adult authors Sandy Asher and Kate Klise; producer Linda Bloodworth-Thomason; children’s author and poet David Harrison, songwriter Johnny Mullins and novelists Daniel Woodrell and Ridley Pearson. ###