FALLBROOK CLASS OF ’65 - “WHAT’S GOING ON”
Bios and Photos from the 40th Reunion attendees, and other Classmates
Compiled by Jim Price and Linda Lowe de Graaf
Photos scanned by David Samuels
September 2005

The 40th reunion of the Fallbrook Union High School’s class of ’65 was held the weekend of Sept. 16-17-18, 2005. The reunion hotel and gathering spot was the Holiday Inn By the Bay in San Diego. A welcome reception was held there on Friday evening. On Saturday evening attendees boarded a San Diego Harbor Excursion ship for a great dinner and harbor cruise – on what turned out to be an evening with not only a full moon, but the Harvest Moon! Then on Sunday the gang converged on Live Oak Park in Fallbrook for a great “family picnic.”

In preparation for the 40th reunion, we heard from many class members – primarily viae-mail – thanks to an excellent e-mail list and web page set up by Jack Foster Mancilla (FUHS ’64). Fortunately, George Ward has been keeping the class database going for many years. Thanks immensely to Jack and George; this infrastructure allowed a deluge of discussion – memories of Fallbrook, memories of High School, networking with other class mates, former faculty, those who graduated in other years, and so on.

Many photos were taken during the weekend – some are posted on the class website, maintained by Jack Mancilla: http://www.classannual.com:8080/fallbrook1965.

I’ve compiled here, and thanks to Linda (Lowe) deGraaf for the assistance on this, many of the tidbits we received from class members and kindred sprits during the past few months. David Samuels provided the “then” photos for all of us. I took most of the “now” photos. For simplicity I’ve alphabetized the whole thing by last name during high school days. There’s lots of material on some people, little on others. But we did hear from lots of people.

Note that this “Reunion Book” is intended to be a living, breathing document, not just the documentation of a static point in time. Contribute to it whenever the fancy strikes you. Go to the web page and/or contact Jack Mancilla for more info.

Cheers—Jim Price

		Fallbrook Class of 1965 FALLBROOK HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF ‘65 40TH REUNION ATTENDEES 33 Classmates and 54 total people attended at least one of the three events.

In the text, these 40th Reunion attendees are marked with an asterisk *

and Steve Brenneman*

(both FUHS ’65 classmates),
e-mail: califia.artist@sbcglobal.net

We live in Del Mar, CA
and near Carson City, NV

Steve and I live in Del Mar and in the foothills of the Sierras near Carson City, NV. Steve is retiring from the Federal Govt in San Diego in September. We will be spending more time in Nevada than Del Mar after his retirement. Getting a little crowded for us here in San Diego.

Not sure I can sketch by bio in a few lines.

Steve and I both graduated from colleges in NJ. He from Princeton, I from Rider, a few miles down the road from Princeton in Lawrenceville. Steve went on to the Naval Postgraduate School in Monterey and I went to work for a Marketing Design firm in San Francisco. I went to Officer Candidate School (OCS) in Newport RI and Steve went to flight school in Pensacola FL. We were married while I was in OCS. I joined Steve in Pensacola. We were in the same squadron, he was a student Naval Flight Officer (NFO) and I was on the staff. We went to Rota, Spain after that and then to Norfolk, VA and back to CA. Steve got out of the Navy and went to work for the Navy on Point Loma as a civil servant, computer system engineer. I stayed in the Navy and went back to Norfolk and then to Treasure Island in San Francisco and then back to San Diego where I retired in 1990. I am an artist now. I have done a few greeting cards, but mostly just paint what I want and don't worry about selling any more. We have two dogs and no children and we are both looking forward to the future with both of us retired! Think that is it.

Cyndy B

Elizabeth Anthony*,
e-mail: ElzAntho@aol.com;
Lives in Hemet, CA

I teach at night at adult and community college level - people from other countries needing English. It's a lot of fun, and no discipline problems. I substitute teach during the day, and really those K-12 teachers are astounding.

Teaching adults has brought much happiness my way; environmental activism has been educational and challenging...I was appointed to the Women's Commission in Santa Cruz, but haven't focussed on women's issues per se. Just seemed like trading on one's history wasn't doing much. Went to Washington D.C. twice for the Sierra Club to lobby Congress on environmental issues, and Sacramento several times...We put in place permanent urban growth boundaries in Sonoma County, with permanent green belt areas between cities to protect the agricultural land and quality of life....It now take a general plan amendment to
create the type of housing developments we see with astounding regularity on southern California....just astounding....and a real shock to view Temecula after 25 years in northern California.

[Elizabeth has been a frequent contributor to the e-mail reflector. She will no doubt be willing to provide further info about her “life and times” if asked]

Cindy (Appleford) Bryce*
e-mail: twoinbend@yahoo.com;
Lives in Bend, OR with husband Rob.

Hard to know where to start, but I will try to be brief.  Yes, we did live in California until 5 1/2 years ago.  We had been looking throughout the western US as a new location to live away from Southern California.  When our daughter moved to Oregon to be close to her boyfriend (now husband) we began visiting and really fell in love with Bend in Central Oregon.  Being in the eastern shadow of the Cascades, we have way less rain, snow in the winter and beautiful summers and fall.   I work part time in a small hospital and my husband is retired.  We both do our share of volunteer work and spend time with friends and family. 

I am planning on going to the reunion.  I just have to make travel arrangements and reserve a room.  My husband begged off this time, which is fine.  He is very involved with the veteran community and heads up a new non-profit which is working towards a homeless shelter for veterans.  He and his fellow Viet Nam vets are very concerned that returning military from Iraq and Afghanistan be welcomed home and followed closely so they can avoid the problems many of them faced.

I, too have enjoyed reading all the posts about our classmates.  It seems just like yesterday that we were facing graduation and the future.  I can honestly say that life has been good to me and my family.  We are having a great time tempered with only a little adversity here and there. 

Debbie (Ashton) Scott (’68)
e-mail: dashscott@earthlink.net
Lives in Vermont

I have enjoyed being on this list as a "friend' of the class of '65", and listening in as you plan your reunion.Many of my FUHS memories involve the class of '65. The first boy I ever kissed was David High, at a Fallbrook Junior Rider's party at the Bolton's house when I was in 8th grade. I went to my first dance with Charlie Stratiff (the Christmas formal in 1964). His sister Susie was in my class, and 'fixed us up'. My first 'real boyfriend' was Wayne Swinscoe, who set the bar high for those who followed. Many of the class of '65 were strongly represented in the church youth group I joined in the spring of '65 (BYF from the American Baptist Church): Wayne Swinscoe, Dudley Leath, Vern Southard, Alan Serry, George Ward, along with many others from many other classes. I am still in occasional contact with Wayne, Vern, and George. Fallbrook was such a small town in those days, it seems like there are threads of connection and attachment with so many people....sort of an extended family. But, yeah...it was all about boys in thoses days.

I left Fallbrook in 1993 (I used to work at Fallbrook Hospital) and lived in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Minnesota, South Dakota, and Tennessee. After all those years in Fallbrook, I decided it was time to move around. I have been 'back' in Vermont for four years now, where I am the Director of PTSD Services in the Behavioral Health Service for the Dept of Veterans Affairs medical center. My work has involved primarily Vietnam vets with PTSD, but that is starting to change with this unfortunate war in Iraq. My mother, Evelyn Ashton, moved north of San Francisco to Mendocino Co after we sold our avocado ranch in Fallbrook on Los Alisos Drive in 1998, which was the last time I was in town.
My sister, Gayle Ashton ('73) now lives on Cape Cod, MA.

Debra Scott (aka Debbie Ashton)

Scott Atkins
e-mail: scottatkins@comcast.net;
Lives in Sacramento with wife Vicky.

My wife (Vicky) and I will be on a long-planned extended vacation in New England during the dates for the reunion, and will be unable to attend. I have very fond memories of Fallbrook circa '57 to '70 and FUHS. Actually, I spend at least a month in Fallbrook, each year, as my mother still has the ranch and my brother and his family live there. My sister is nearby in Cardiff.

Have a great reunion, and we will catch you at the next one.

Scott Atkins

Bob Bekins*
e-mail: bekind5@juno.com;
Lives in Carlsbad, CA with wife Cindi.

1963 saw our family of seven transferred to Kansas City for Dad’s last duty station in the Marine Corp – Recruiting. I was a minor curiosity for the Missourians with my suntan and surfing stories in an era when the Beach Boy concert was one of the biggest musical events of the year there. So I graduate at Raytown Senior High. When I went back for my 25th reunion, 85% of the class still lived within ten miles of the school and 94% within 50 miles. Very different from our global 1965 FUHS alums.

Following in my father’s footsteps, I went to two years at the University of Colorado, Boulder. I wrote some poetry, majored in Engineering and Business, and managed to climb some of the flatirons without getting killed. Then tried to transfer to SDSU but had to wait through a semester at Palomar JC. The Registrars office there neglected to apply an official stamp to my 4F student draft status papers (in a stack with 114 other fellow’s) and though we objected mildly, most of us ended up in the military within a year. My choice was the Navy.

I went to bootcamp and Naval Electricians School in San Diego. My first ship did geodetic surveys of the ocean floor in Ulithi, Palau, Truk, and Ponape. Then training at Coronado for Swift Boats. Finally, on a tender, repairing busted destroyers coming from Viet Nam to the Phillipines to get fixed up. We couldn’t take our surfboards, so we made them on the ships, ending up surfing in Hawaii, Guam, Hong Kong, the P.I., and my favorite Japan on Jan.8 in dead of winter. The water was 58 degrees but it was snowing on the beach.

I was run down by a truck on Huntington Beach Blvd. just six weeks before my enlistment was finished and I gave up my pre-service career of becoming a chef and took up with hoteliers. Starting in Del Mar as a Best Western night auditor, I took fifteen years to work through Westin Hotels, Benchmark Management, Murdock Hotels and Sun Hotels. My wife, Cindi, was a hotel guest that I dated against company policy. We married in London in 1974 and lived in Spain during our first five months learning international hotel skills. We moved through nineteen homes in our first fifteen years of marriage and the hotel career, including stays in Los Angeles, Denver, Baltimore, Charleston, Santa Cruz and unfortunately New Jersey.

Managing to finish my bachelors in just under eleven, oft interrupted, years, I graduated from SDSU in 1976 with a BS in Business/Marketing minoring in Statistics. All the moves presented the opportunity to study in other communities and I find myself in college at the rate of three units a year in perpetuity. Along the way our son James Christopher was born in April, 1984. When we moved to Escondido in 1987 our three-year-old son was moving into his fifth home in four states and asked, “Can we live here for a long, long, long days, Daddy?”

I changed careers. With perfect timing I became a Real Estate Broker in 1991 just as the market crashed and spent three years working two full time jobs to stay afloat. Nights as PM manager of the Pan Pacific Hotel and days being a loan officer, a residential ERA Realtor, owning my own small property management company, a commercial broker, and finally into new home sales. Somewhere in all that chaos God found me and gave me a new life. I think it was about 1992. We’ve had a wonderful lifestyle furnished by the successful run up of new home sales over the last nine years. Most recently, selling condo conversions in Del Mar, which was preceded by tract sales and regional sales management in Oceanside, Escondido, University City, Murrieta, Corona and Temecula.

Cindi was drawn into the business tangentially when my developer asked her to build a few gift baskets. She has been in that business now for eight years and won an award at the National Convention for her art-quality design skills. She works with Realtors, Dentists and other professionals to thank and reward their clients and staff. We are always WAY over supplied with chocolates and our friends have learned not to accept dinner invitations without certain risks.

In 2003 I felt a tug on my heart to start writing and took a year off to complete my first novel. As it is yet to be published, the return to real estate was inevitable. I’ve a good start on another novel and have written enough short articles to compile into another book. My novels are in the elite (def: small market) genre called dystopian social science fiction. 1984, Brave New World, Oryx and Crake, etc. I’ve attended courses in Hawaii and at UCSD with four writer’s conferences. This is astonishingly difficult work and my respect for those who do it well is an hundred times greater than at the beginning of the Millennium. Two in our class do that well; Lynn Dold and Jollee Edmondson

The Lord has led me to two small ministries, which we run from the house. One finds new church homes for college students who are going out of state – called Hand Off Ministry. The other is facilitating in-depth studies of a book called Wild at Heart by John Eldredge. Both of these have provided terrific joy for me and I feel so fortunate to have found them.

Our son has just finished two archaeological digs this summer. A Paleolithic dig in Nebraska and a village dig in Italy. Last week he started his Senior year at the University of Colorado (third generation). A most unusual gentleman, he is on the University Fencing Team and plays in the Golden Buffalo Marching Band. Inspired by Margie and Libby’s children we started him in music in the 6th grade. He will complete his degree in Anthropology next June and plans on teaching for a year before going to grad. school. He is the student leader of his church’s campus ministry. We couldn’t be prouder.

Both Cindi and I have lost both parents. It feels strange to be grandparent age and still feel like orphans. We are blessed with many friends, fulfilling work and all that this great country has to offer. Cindi and I have traveled all over the world in our 31 years of marriage and consistently kiss the ground when we return to the good old USA.We wonder daily at the body’s amazing ability to creak into action and ponder the next great adventure. Getting old sure is a pain, but it beats the heck out of the alternative.

First off my name is Diana Bojorquez, I am married to "Ronnie", I have been reading your emails since this whole reunion celebration started. Ron and I have been together almost 20 years come next May. Oh and by the way this is the only reunion that I could get Ron to go. Because, he is such a work-a-holic, he could not get away for the rest of them. All of your emails have such great and inspiring things to say about each other, I wish my school would have been like that. Granted that I was only "9" years old when you all graduated!!

See you all in September 2005
Diana Bojorquez

I think our Class was made up of a lot of surfers or juvenile delinquents, some of us were both, so responsibility was the least of our thoughts.

Since '66, I moved back to northern CA, from where I had moved in '59, 3 days after I turned 18. I was now on my own. 2 pair of jeans, change of underwear, transistor radio, sleeping bag, and $6 I received for my birthday, I hitchhiked to Lake Tahoe. Spent the next 5 years living the "Summer of Love" in and around the Bay Area. Lots of drugs, alcohol and rock and roll. (p.s. there are many, many vignettes in this time period)

Moved to a 700 acre ranch in the hills above the Napa Valley (Angwin) in '71, got married and settled into a live of pure living in wonderful isolation.

Saw the hand writing on the wall, finally, quit my job, with my wife and 2 year old son, moved in with her parents and went to a JC, full time, in Novato, CA.

In '78 moved wife and 2 sons to Davis, CA to finish a degree in agronomy. Took a full time job in April '80 with the University of CA Foundation Seed Program and have been here since.

Still married to the same woman, Shelley, who anyone entering UCD as a freshman might have spoken to as she is in the Admissions office. We have 2 sons, Brendon, 32, Michael, 29. 3 grandchildren, David, 11, Hannah, 8, and Liam, 3.

I have been back to Fallbrook twice since '66. In '68 to see Mark Ross and in '96, when I got lost getting through the Base.

My sister, Frankye, brother Mike and I were Stagecoach Lane kids also.

All most all of my extended family lives in the Chico, Paradise, Oroville areas, which was where I was from prior to moving to Fallbrook.

To show what a small world we live in, one of my wife's family (the Plambecks) lived in Fallbrook close to the time I did. Also Shelley's oldest brother was a resident at LA County hospital at the same time as my sister was in RN training during the late sixties. They realized they knew each other at my wedding in '71.

That is an abbreviated 40 years worth of living.

Earl Booth
Department of Plant Sciences
Foundation Seed Program
Mail Stop 1, 1140 PES Bldg.,
University of California,
One Shields Ave.,
Davis, CA 95616-8600

I live in Castaic, Calif.  I am divorced, have 4 kids (2 girls & 2 boys), 4 grandchildren.  I am currently working full time as the manager of a post op recovery room at a Trauma Hospital located in Mission Hills (near San Fernando).  The kids, grandkids and work keep me pretty occupied.  I hope to retire maybe in the next 6 years and take up golf and go fishing with my brother Earl, who lives in Davis.  He graduated a year behind us and has been watching the emails also. 

I will not be able to attend the reunion.  I have been reading all of the e-mails and enjoying them.  Thank you for all your efforts.  Hope everyone has a great time.  Thanks for getting everyone together.  

Frankye

It's Cindi Brooks...........don't know if anyone remembers me. It's been a long time. The only ones that I have spoken to are Johnny and Peggy. I'm in Oceanside and hope to move next year to Colorado. My Son lives in Littleton and I want to live in Canon City. I do hope to be able to make it to my first reunion. I haven't been able to make it to the others. Hope to see everyone there, and I am looking forward to seeing you all

Cindi

Thank you for your personal follow-up with me regarding the Fallbrook class of ’65 40th Reunion and all your efforts with communication via the internet.  My problem is that I am scheduled to fly out of LAX to the East Coast at 8:45 a.m. on Sept. 17th when the main activities are scheduled for the reunion.  Therefore I would only be able to attend the Friday night reception and not the main activities of the reunion.

Best regards,

Bill Brush, 60 - 59th Place
Long Beach CA 90803

I regretfully will not be able to attend the reunion due to family concerns. I am teaching 3rd grade and traveling to many places: Australia, New Zealand, Budapest, etc. Have a great time. You all will be in my thoughts.

Thanks for the information. Unfortunately, I can't make it. As a college teacher I'd have to miss two days of class just near the beginning of the term, so have to pass. Another time, I hope.

Prof. Linda Ledford-Miller
Chair, Dept. of Foreign Languages and Literatures, University of Scranton

I am happy about the reunion, and hope it is well attended and happily so. As for me I'm busy writing fiction, doing grant writing for non profits, and fishing, horse riding, and traveling. Been all over last year, and in two months I'm off to Papeete to catch a cargo vessel up through the Tuamotus and on to the Marquesas for a month, a lifelong dream of the South Pacific. Maybe there'll be a travel book in all this, who knows....

Sadly, I just don't have the time to come to San Diego, though it would be wonderful to see everybody. You may recall one time I went to the high school reunion in Fallbrook, and saw some people I didn't expect to see, etc. This time though, it just comes at a bad time with work. I'm doing on a big Federal grant and finishing a novel for my agent. In addition, I've made a weekend commitment with my oldest fishing buddy to run up to the Rockies for four days in mid September to fish for browns on the Arkansas River at Salida, Colorado. But I will be there in spirit, and if a get-together comes around again, I'll be sure to attend if I can.

As always, I'm in Fallbrook, down at the record store or throwing baseballs out on Potter's ball diamond. The place is in my blood.

Take care,

Lynn Dold

[for those who don’t know: Lynn has written many novels, mostly murder mysteries – he has his own “Sam Spade” character named Mitch Roberts – set in Kansas in the late 1950s. Elizabeth Anthony and Jim Price (at least) have read many of his books – his writing style is simply explosive!]

My family moved to Fallbrook in 1960 when I was in 7th grade. We moved into the house Dan McCullough and family lived in at 1260 E. Mission. In fact, my parents still live there. Some of you may remember parties at my house. After high school I attended Palomar and couldn't wait to join the work force. I worked as a bookkeeper, and executive secretary at different places around Fallbrook.

Don and I hooked up at the A & W upon his return from college at Cal Poly Pomona, he too was anxious to work and had his own business. Our first date was to the FUHS Homecoming game. We were married in 1968 and have enjoyed 37 years of marriage. Don is V.P. of his family business Durling Nursery, Inc., a four generation business. He works with his Dad, 2 sisters and our son, Kevin. We lived 30 years in De Luz Canyon. Less than 2 years ago we moved to the opposite end of town near Bonsall. It is a development called Rolling Hills off Olive Hill Road near Morro Hills where Don lived during his high school years. We love this location and Don does not mind his commute to the canyon. Mike Pierce is remodeling our home presently. It's been a fine experience. All of his subs are local and they include Glen Geyer and son, electricians and Gary Berger and son, plumbers. We are living in our guest house and enjoying being near our project.

We have three children. Dennis 36, Kevin 34 and Corinna 31. They have given us 8 grandchildren and #9 is due any time now. We have 4 grandboys and 4 grandgirls. They are precious! Three are 6, two are 4 and three are 2. Lots of fun!

We love to travel and have been to such countries as Italy, England, Spain, South Africa, Swaziland, Turkey, the Greek Isles, Peru, Brazil, Canada, Porto Rico, The Caribbean, Australia, Mexico, Panama Canal and we love our own Alaska and Hawaii. We are happy that we traveled when we did since it is more difficult these days.

We would welcome a visit from any of you. We are in the phone book!

See you soon, Peggy

Gary Esslinger
e-mail: g.esslinger@comcast.net;
Lives in Virginia(?) with wife Judy.

Jim, and the Class of '65,

I have been reading with interest the e-mails that have been circulating in regard to the 40th reunion.

Because I did not grow up in Fallbrook and attended FUHS for only two years, I missed out on the people and history of Fallbrook. Camp Pendleton was just one of many places I lived growing up. FUHS was the twelfth different school I attended. I added three Colleges and Universities later. Because of all of the moving, I got to see a lot of the US, I have been in every state except Maine and Alaska, and meet a lot of wonderful people, but it did prevent the opportunity to have long-term childhood friendships.

My wife, Judy, and I have been married for 32 years. We have a daughter, Nikki and two sons Kevin and Kelly. Nikki is married and has two children. Kevin has been on the ten year college plan, but will graduate from Virginia Commonwealth University with honors in December. Kelly is almost a Junior at West Virginia University. Now for the fun part, Kelly is at WVU (Big East), Nikki and her husband, Bryan, both graduated from Virginia Tech, VT left the Big East for the ACC, WVU and VT play football each year, Judy has large WVU and VT stickers on her van, and I graduated from James Madison University and JMU won the National Championship (I AA). So you can see, I have plenty of "buttons" to push.

Gary

Lives in Fallbrook with wife Kathy (Chown) Geyer

Glen's not much use on the computer so I told him I would respond. We won't be attending the reunion as we have other plans but if there is going to be a time at the park we would try to make that on Sunday. We still live in Fallbrook, Glen still has his electrical business with our son, Kevin working with him. We have two married children and our youngest is still looking, 5 grandchildren, dogs, cats, birds, fish, and a lizard. The grandkids love to come to our miniature farm. Everyone have fun at the party and maybe we'll get to see some of you at the park. Kathy Geyer(Chown)

I was able to contact Wayne Glasgow by email. He is retired but he is working two weeks per month for "A Child's Hope Foundation" see www.achildshopefoundation.org on the WEB. It is a non-profit foundation to place children from third world countries by adoption into the United States and Canada. Wayne and his wife Dolly will not make it to a 40 year class reunion.

David Samuels

I left Fallbrook about 1968, moved to L.A., worked for a few years in the early computer and printed circuit industry. In 1971 I moved to Ohio and settled in the Cincinnati area. Like many in our generation I felt the need to get back to a simpler lifestyle so I learned the art and science of farriery and have been shoeing horses for a living for the past 34 years. This business has suited me well and provided a good living for my family as well as demanding that I continually grow and learn and remain open minded. I also do artistic blacksmithing on the side. Very soothing for the soul. We have horses and they tend to stand at the shop door, peering into the darkened, forge lit interior, mesmerized by the light and sparks from the fire and the ringing of the anvil. Like I said, very pastoral. I've been published in several magazines and on the Internet, mostly technical articles in the trade mags but a few philosophical ones too, poking fun at the industry that I serve.

I have a wonderful wife (Debbie), we've been married for 30 years and have two fine children. Our son is currently in the Army and stationed in Germany after serving 15 months in Iraq. Our daughter is finishing her second year of college and will be coming home in a few days for the summer.

Ernie

John Griffith*
e-mail: johntgriffith@juno.com;
Lives in Vista, CA with wife Mary

After graduating from Fallbrook High in June 1965, I worked part time jobs, performed with my band “The New Nobles”, attended Mira Costa JC in Oceanside.

In July 1966, I was drafted into the U.S. Army. After basic training at Ft. Ord California, I completed Military Police School at Ft. Gordon, Georgia and returned to California in December 1966, assigned to 54th MP Company detached at Camp Roberts. I served as an MP Sergeant at Camp Roberts until June 1968, was deployed to Da Nang Vietnam where I served as a CID agent for 10 months. When I returned to the U.S. I was stationed in the MP Army Guard Corps at Arlington National Cemetery for 5 months and was last stationed with 6th Army at the Presidio, California when discharged from active duty in 1969.

Once home from the Army I resumed music for a while until I was excepted to the California Highway Patrol Academy, Burbank. I was a CHP Officer till I resigned 1971, to take a job with Pacific Bell in Oceanside. I just wanted a gig that I didn’t have to wear a uniform, had regular hours and that let me resume playing music. With a semi-regular work schedule at Pac-Bell, I obtained BS in Electronic Science from San Diego State University, continued playing music and started a life long interest in the vintage guitar business. With Pac-Bell I was a Senior Com-Tech, worked central office digital engineering, maintenance and tech support. The job was interesting due to the fact that when other operating companies requested me for assistance I was able to go to every U.S. State except Alaska and other countries to include the UK, Mexico, Canada and Australia. I retired from Pac-Bell when it merged with SBC in 2000.

During this whole time I always continued my music and vintage guitar interest, plus stayed active surfing, running in marathons and triathlons. Somewhere along to line I ended up with the nickname J-Cat?

In 1983, I met my wife Mary and we were married in Maui in 1988. She has worked at Bank of America as a supervisor for 24 years, now part time due to being a state registered RYT Yoga and Meditation teacher at Yoga Studio Carlsbad. In 2004, she published “Heart Wide Open”, a book of poems and meditation. We have no children but are very active in Dachshund rescue and our current Dachsy is a red standard named “Timmy”.

Through all my years in music, buying and selling vintage guitars, traveling around for the Phone Company, I made many important connections with musicians and music companies. The only reason I guess I did a normal job for so long was to be able to buy guitars and play music. I have performed or recorded with artists to include, Joni Mitchell, Dick Dale, Dwight Yoakum, Eric Clapton, John Fogerty, Dan Aykryod, Mick Clarke, Seymor Duncan, Pete Anderson, Billy Sheenan, Alice Cooper, Steve Howie, Paul Shafer, Brian Setzer, Brian Wilson, Jeff “Skunk” Baxter, Allan Holdsworth, Steve Vai, Marcus Miller, Joe Walsh and Richie Sambora. In 2001, I was co-writer contributor with J Black of the Fender Custom Shop for the book, “The Fender Bass an Illustrated History”. In that same year I assisted John Page from the Fender Custom with the Fender Museum project in Fullerton, Ca. In 2003, I assisted Phyllis Fender with the Leo Fender Display, a tribute to her late husband at the NAMM Museum of Music, Carlsbad Ca. I have been a Representative for the GHS Strings Corp. since 1996 and continue performing with my own bands, “North Star” and “The Fabulous Woodies”.

In 2002, an unexpected new avenue of interest happened for me when I started helping deceased veteran’s families secure benefits for burial and writing their obituaries. This resulted in being the Veteran Society County of San Diego Chapter staff writer, researcher and photographer. I have been to the National Archives Center, Missouri to assist in replacing lost and destroyed records. I have worked with the Medal of Honor Association in replacing damaged and aged veteran’s gravestones in cemeteries statewide. With other veterans I have cleaned up neglected local cemeteries and reinstated burial records for the U.S. Ancestor Register. My files and photos are posted on the AP, VA locator, different veteran and ancestor web sites where relatives or anyone can find lost person information. It has been a very welcome rewarding experience at this point in my life and one I hope to continue with as well as other interest.

Best wishes to you all and thank you for letting me share my past 40 years story.

John “J-Cat” Griffith

Sounds like a good time is in the offing. Sorry can't be there. Dance one for me.  My husband Mike had the brilliant idea of moving to the Chicago area for a better work situation. So here I am in Beecher, can't even find it on the map. He's happy, so-o-o-o, it's all good. Working at St. James Hospital in Chicago Heights in Labor and Delivery--of course I'm a Nurse.

Mike and I have two daughters that are married and, of course, are in California. Each has a girl. Dawn, our oldest (36), has a girl 4 Nicole, and our youngest daughter Rachel (33) has Katie (1). We get out there about every 3 to 4 months (not enough).

Lots of good wishes to all. We will be thinking of you.

Hi Jim, Thanks for the email. Sorry I haven't responded sooner but I've been in Seattle for a month since we just had our first grandchild-Jonathan Hunter Van Essen. Unfortunately, I will not be able to make the reunion since the family will be gathering in Seattle on that weekend. I will however be in Fallbrook from Monday afternoon, Sept.12th until Thursday morning, Sept. 15th for Mom's 91st birthday so if anyone's around it would be fun to see them. I did get a nice email from Phyllis. It was great to hear from her. Have you been able to locate Mary Lindquist? or Lawrence? Hope you all have a wonderful time. Sorry I won't be able to be there. Thanks to you and the others for all that you're doing for the reunion. Hope to see you at some point. Have fun,

Isabel

Probably a lot of you didn't know this, but my father (Ted King) was born in 1899 and raised in Fallbrook, and his father was one of the first people to settle in Fallbrook. So, my grandfather's house was north of Fallbrook, across the river, (at that time it was called the King Ranch and it was up the river from the Turnbull Ranch), and his house was in Riverside County and the old barn was in San Diego County. I used to deer hunt with my dad when I was a young boy, and we would walk and never get off the property. I have many happy memories of those hunting trips. My father told me that the train originally followed the river, but in 1916 there was a heavy rain and flood, and the train was in danger being flooded out. My father told me a story of hooking up a mule team and pulling the train into town. I believe this was the same year that the bridge was washed out in Bonsall. As for the Ellis Hotel, it was located behind Harris' Drug Store at the end of Pico Street and Alvarado where my grandmother lived. I remember when the Ellis Hotel was being torn down, I helped my father salvage some of the lumber out the building. I spent many hours pulling the old square nails out of the timbers that my father wanted to save. This had to have been around 1955 or 1956.

On life in Idaho

The climate is extremely dry. My daughter and her family actually moved here for a few months, but the climate (high desert) was so dry that her son developed dry skin that actually cracked and bled. They returned to Escondido. I have adjusted to that dermatological annoyance, however.

We are farther north so it stays light until after 10pm in the summer. The kids go to school in the dark in the winter. Sunrise is after 8am for part of the winter. Our first winter here was a cold one. Our Sophomore daughter, Bronwen, caught the bus at 6:30 am, long before dawn. The first time it was very cold, but not yet snowing, she left for the bus stop. That afternoon I asked her how cold it was. She replied, "It was colder than I have ever been. I sneezed and I heard it hit the ground."

My 16 year old son went to a conference at which every high school in the state was represented by one student. We live in Boise. It is has about 150,000 people and is, by far, the largest city in the state. Small by California standards. They had one event which was described as "Dress clothes." He wore a nice pair of wool slacks, dress shoes, and a shirt and tie. The majority of the delegates are from very small farming communities. They showed up in spankin' new blue jeans and freshly ironed plaid shirts. They affectionately nicknamed Merritt, "City Boy."

Rubbing elbows:
I was in the parking lot of the local music store one day and recognized the Governor, who happened to be there to pick up his clarinet from the repair shop. I greeted him and introduced myself and commented on his recent difficult decision on a death penalty case. We chatted for a while, and went on our separate ways. Merritt, as a Borah High School student council member, was a valet parking attendant at the Governor's (different Governor) daughter's wedding two weeks ago. He was also invited to be a page at the State Capitol during the legislative session, by his eighth grade history teacher, a State Representative. We would not be likely to run into this in CA.

Some medical specialties here are fabulous, but others rely on monthly visits from physicians from Portland or Salt Lake City. Lyonal, one of the twins, remained very small. By the time he was 13 I had taken him to several doctors including the visiting Endocrinologist. They pronounced me "overly concerned." I, however, did not give up easily. At 13, he was 4' 6" tall and shaving daily. His twin sister was NINE inches taller. I will not go into all the details. I made up my mind to try one more time. A new Endocrinologist had arrived from the Kansas City area. I took Lyonal to him with the thought that I would get his opinion and, if he disagreed with me, fly to CA for one last opinion. He asked some questions, looked at the chart, looked at Lyonal, and then shut the chart. I thought, "Here we go again..." This man said, "I can tell you right now that this child should have been on growth hormone for several years." BINGO! He started at Thanksgiving of 2003. He has grown about nine or ten inches in 1.5 years. He was growing at a rate of about .5 inches per year before that. He would have been under 5 feet at that rate. A less persistent (polite for stubborn) parent would have given up. The drug costs more than $60,000 a year. Our insurance will not pay for it so Pfizer gives it to him free of charge. They do not want any child in the country to grow up without the drug if they need it and can't get insurance to pay. (It is considered experimental and unnecessary unless the child also has some other syndromes). That is the short version of the story.

Another difference is housing cost. Homes are embarrassingly reasonable here... or were. Along with that, however, go much lower salaries and wages.

There is no graffiti. Until recently, there were no drive-by shootings. When a car backfired, we all used to duck when we first moved her.
You can leave your house unlocked and your bicycle on the porch.

My children have had some amazing opportunities. One has been on the state championship soccer team numerous times. They all (four youngest) got to sing with the Opera Idaho Children's Chorus for several years.

I really missed going to the store and running into Mrs. Scheckel, or seeing the Tanners at the stationery store, or chatting over the back fence at the school with Mr. and Mrs Rhoades. I liked the fact that no errand was complete without running into someone I knew. I moved to Fallbrook in about 1951. It was really the only home I knew. When we moved in 1994, it was a wrenching change. I am very happy here and figure I must subconsciously plan on staying because I have actually looked at the cemeteries and thought, "I'll end up there someday." Carmen is less certain of this new location. He works in CA quite a bit and longs for the allergy free coastal air.

The good things remind me of my own childhood and youth.

When I think of Fallbrook, I find myself missing the sensations which are permanently fixed in my memory of my childhood village.

The mimosa, viewed from above, that reminds one of yet another worthy reason to climb a hill.

Jacaranda, whose blue blooms billow up from the treetops in spring.

Audacious naked ladies whose firm stems thrust out of the wintered soil to blatantly announce the change of seasons with a bouquet of pink.

Crepe Myrtle, Liquid Amber, Agapanthus

Citrus blossoms fragrancing the air in waxy white clusters with the promise of delectable rewards in months to come.

The fearsome stench of a flattened skunk on a shady drive I t always made me think of the WWI soldiers who detected a whiff of poison gas and realized their feet could not outrun their destiny.

The confidential crunch of frost-hardened grass at the start of a brisk new day.

Fog, clinging in the shallows of the hills at dawn, spreading the sunrise colors across the tops of the vanishing mounds of moist air. Eucalyptus trees standing alert in the barranca behind my home.

The aroma of a pocketful of those wonderful star-marked eucalyptus pods you could gather in a minute and keep warm in a pocket.

The daring innocence of city leaders who would allow teenagers to light a giant bonfire in a vacant lot near the town center and then dance through the streets of an autumn-dark village.

The anarchy which seemed funny at first but then required downtown property owners to maintain vigils on Halloween night.

The alarming clunk of my ten silver dollars, a cherished gift from my Uncle, when I dropped them on the way to the bank (later Port’s) at the intersection of Alvarado and Main. That was my ten seconds of fame and power. The traffic stopped, one car, perhaps, to allow me to collect my treasure.

The ache in my heart when I return and see that, although there is a lot of Fallbrook yet in me, there is little or nothing left on me in my former home.

Carmen Poling and I married in 1967. We lived in San Diego while finishing college, which we did in 1969. Due to a medical emergency at the time of the birth of our oldest daughter, Chemene, he took a job teaching Driver Training to the deaf at the California School for the Deaf at Riverside. After our child was born, we moved to Riverside. By the time our son, Gabriel, arrived in 1972, we were living in Fallbrook. We lived in Fallbrook, changing addresses as the opportunity or necessity presented itself. In 1974 we opened Fallbrook Country Day School at Fig and Mission. The site was the old home once used as the parsonage of the Methodist Church across the street. The school, a Montessori pre school, grew over a period of years. It eventually expanded to cover one half block along Mission between Alvarado and Fig. Children from age two through twelve were included in the pre school and elementary program. During the time the school was in operation, our family expanded with a daughter, Bronwen, in 1978; sons, Duncan and Merritt, in 1987 and 1988; and twins, Molly and Lyonal, born three months prematurely in 1990.

Family ties and the school kept us in town, enjoying friends and the rural life. Fallbrook had always been home, but various circumstances made it sensible to move. My mother had passed away in 1984. I might never had been able to make the decision to go until I took a car load of children to the Natural History Museum at Balboa Park for a field trip in 1993. While we were in the museum, my brand new Suburban was stolen. In the aftermath of indignation, anger , and consolation from concerned friends and family I had an epiphany. If looking on the bright side of the event was being grateful that I had not been car jacked at gun point, perhaps I was living in the wrong place.

We escaped to Boise, Idaho. You can leave your door unlocked and your bike on the front lawn. But…it isn’t Fallbrook. I love the way the Iris and roses and tulips burst out of the soil each spring. Crocus blossoms pepper the snow outside my window when the air is still cold enough to crystallize a sneeze. Hostas give a tropical look to the shady areas on hot, hot summer afternoons when the highest temperature arrives at 5 pm. But I am, possibly, the only person growing citrus trees and gardenias in my living room. There will always be a lot of Fallbrook in me, and I am well pleased.

My wife, Patria, and I just got back from a week on Peaks Island off the coast of Portland, Maine. One of my daughters and her husband live there. We kept busy hiking, biking, rollerblading, sailing, sea kayaking, and veging out - but not enough veging...we had to come home to get a rest.

Between FUHS emails and USNA emails, I am having a hard time keeping my reunions straight. My 35th Academy reunion will be held September 2-4. I'll just be getting that one wrapped up when I have to start thinking about getting to San Diego. Who has time to work?

Unfortunately, I'm not retired retired yet either - just retired from the Navy. I've been working almost as long since I left the Navy as I did when I was in it - 21 years active duty and, now, 14 years in the contracting world.
Most of my second career has been supporting digital mapping and charting with the Defense Mapping Agency, NIMA, and now NGA.

A couple of years ago, two fellow mappers and I started our own LLC. We subcontract to SAIC since they have a prime contract with NGA. It’s been fun to be our own bosses and not have to deal daily with corporate bureaucracy. We call ourselves the National Defense Research Analyst Associates, or NDRAA. Nobody cares what the company name is, but you have to have an acronym if you want to work in this business! We picked NDRAA ‘cause no one else had, or so we thought. I googled NDRAA a while back and found out we are not alone. Turns out, NDRAA is also the North Dakota Red Angus Association. But then, I guess we have quite a bit in common since we both deal with a lot of…you know what.

Speaking of you know what, Patria and I have lived in the metropolitan DC area for 20 years. That’s gotta be a milestone for a couple of displaced Californians (Patria grew up in San Diego). We have one daughter still here in our area, and one in Maine. Our son escaped, traveled hither, thither, and yon only to end up back in San Diego…where he was born. He’s currently living with my mother near San Diego State (gone back to school he has) and spending a weekend now and then with Patria’s parents on Point Loma.

So, our 40th reunion is one more good excuse among many I have to fly off to San Diego come September.

I'm living in Fallbrook now since my folks are older and need some looking after now and then.

After working for almost 30 years, I went back to school and am working toward a liberal arts and sciences degree, with an emphasis in women's studies, and a minor in art. I hope to combine the two and work with victims of domestic violence. After putting my then-husband through school while he earned his master's degree, and then putting my youngest son through Northern Arizona University, I realized I should be focusing on myself! Better late than never, I guess, though it might be a photo finish at the finish line between completing my own master's degree and being eligible to draw Social Security!

Thanks so much for the info re the reunion. And thank you for all the time and effort you have devoted to pulling this event together. Shirley

Jim,

I’m sorry I won’t be able to attend the reunion. I have been following all of the postings for the classes of ‘64 and ‘65. I have also been looking at pictures to try to identify classmates from 40 years ago. It’s not easy! I’m sure I would be just as unrecognizable to them.

Here is a quick run-down on my life since high school. I finished college (Ohio University) and joined the Peace Corps, where I served in Dahomey (now Benin), West Africa. I taught English as a Foreign Language (TEFL).

After leaving the Peace Corps I married a Dutchman (Willem de Graaff) who was living in Switzerland. We got married in a little castle in Delemont, Switzerland; my dad performed the ceremony. We lived in a village on the outskirts of Delemont for 7 years, had a son named Christian, I taught TEFL again, and we traveled quite a bit. (My husband was an industrial heat treatment engineer who traveled all over the world; I didn’t exactly have my feet glued to the kitchen floor.)

In 1989, Willem decided he needed wider horizons than Switzerland offered, so we moved packed up the baby, the dog, and a few belongings and moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where my parents and sister were living. After a few years of settling in, Willem started working for General Electric Aircraft Engines. In 1983, we added a daughter, Emily, to the mix; when she was 5, I got my Masters and started teaching again.

When Emily was in 7th grade, she complained that everyone had traveled more than she. Would I, she wanted to know, take her on a big trip to see some new things? So, that year, I left teaching for good, put Emily on a semester of home school, and we went to Greece for 2-1/2 months to wander and explore. It was one of the best trips I have ever taken. I’ve been back once and would go again in a minute…well, if the moment were right.

In 2002, Willem transferred to the Madisonville, KY plant. Never ones to be left out of an adventure, Emily and Chris packed up and came along, too. At this point, the story becomes a little convoluted. I came to Madisonville one weekend, chose a house, and returned to Albuquerque to supervise the move to KY. By the middle of September I was on my way back. After 4 days in Madisonville, my father had a stroke, so I returned to Albuquerque. As it turned out, I was there about nine months helping with my father’s recovery, selling and packing up their house, and getting them ready to move to KY. Finally, we got everyone settled in with us and started building a handicap-friendly house for mother and dad, attached to our house. Mother is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s and has lots of other health problems, and dad doesn’t walk any more, so getting this building project to fruition was very interesting. But, we got it done and they are now living happily next door, where they have lots or autonomy and I am near enough to oversee the daily events.

That’s what I do now. I am very pleased to have them so near. Dad reads a book a day, so we make lots of trips to the library. Mother has the porch full of pots of flowers she has to tend.

Emily is studying marine science at Maine Maritime Academy (MMA). She is home this summer and working at a veterinary clinic. Always looking for a new experience, she volunteered to take a puppy that was 17 HOURS old; Toby is now 6 weeks old, 3 pounds and is everyone’s darling. He has been adopted by the owner of a pizza/sandwich shop next to MMA. So, in 3 weeks Emily and Toby leave for Maine and life here will be much too calm.

Chris has a degree in Information Technology, does freelance computer work and takes care of Granddad 2 hours each morning. He does a great job and has surprised all of us with his skills as a caretaker; he has always been such a computer nerd. He also does all of the grocery shopping and most of the cooking for both households. That was a surprise, too. He likes to cook and he’s actually very good at it. It’s an arrangement that suits me fine since I would rather clean toilets than cook. (I do, however, have a special fondness for eating.)

Willem is still with GE Aircraft Engines and within 4 or 5 years of retiring. I suppose he will step down one day, if we can ever convince Emily that there is life beyond being a student. She’s on the 7 year program now and may let us off the hook with only 3 more years of tuition. Willem and Chris build and fly radio-controlled airplanes for a hobby.

I suppose you can deduce from the above that my days are filled by managing other people’s lives. I’ve always been bossy, so this probably suits me to a T. I am very grateful that my parents are near enough for me to help with their care; I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing.

We live just outside of the village of Hanson, the smallest historical district in the United States. We have a house (now 2 houses) on five acres and a small lake. There are deer in the forest next door, otter and beaver in the lake, fishermen who come and go on weekends, Canadian geese, and Mallard ducks, and wild birds of every ilk. It is an idyllic place to live, if a little sticky in summer. When I have time, I like to play with polymer clay, paint birdhouses, and (to the dismay of my family) do “projects”. Dad and I read together almost every evening. I need new knees before I can take up gardening again—maybe next year.

I hope all of the classmates have an exciting reunion. There’s a lot of catching up to be done and I’m very sorry I won’t be there to help with that. Maybe somebody will write a little update once the reunion is over and help the rest of us keep in touch. (Some pictures with names would be nice.)

Best wishes to all,
Linda (Lowe) de Graaff

Remember me? Linda Magann, now Stocker? I See Jane fairly often we are like sisters, and Ann too, but I don't see her as often. Ann is married to her second husband, Gary, and they live in Sequim, Washington. Jane and Lenny live in Valley Center. Both the girls are doing great!!!!

My husband and I live in Henderson, Nevada . We are about twenty minutes from Las Vegas. It's already 105 degrees here.

Friends all around.......

I just finished reading the bios - some of them I would have guessed, some were a total surprise. All were fun to read - what great memories, and what terrific adventures and achievements after high school. Congratulations to all on your travels through life's pathways. My husband, Bill, and I live on Bainbridge Island, just across the water from Seattle. Since high school I have lived in Santa Barbara.. Seattle.. Moscow, ID.. Portland, OR.. Bellingham, WA.. Boulder, CO.. Byron, MN.. and now back to the Seattle area. Bill and I have 3 sons. The oldest just started med school at UCSD, the middle one is married and is finishing college in Bellingham, and the youngest is going to college in Olympia. They all seem happy with their lives which has been Mom and Dad's goal all these years. My mom and all my sibs still live in Fallbrook. My brothers are running the citrus and avocado nursery my dad started about the time we all graduated from high school. So with that much of my family in the Fallbrook / San Diego area, I do visit sometimes. I hope to see some of you on one of those trips. In the meantime, I'm so sorry to be missing this reunion. To those lucky ones who will be there, have a wonderful time!!!

All the best!!

Gail (Maddock) Walker

Jack has maintained and moderated the e-mail reflector for the Fallbrook Class of ’65 and has been especially helpful during the run-up to the reunion.Not only has he kept the “wheels turning” for the reflector itself, but he has also been in there cheerleading, offering helpful hints on stirring up enthusiasm, etc. He provided this same service for the class of ’64 reunion. THANKS, JACK!

Kandi Moore and I got married in '67 and then moved up to
Oregon in '68. We started off in the Central Point/Medford area and moved around quite a bit. Anyway, to make an extremely long story short, she's up there now (remarried - last name Dunn) living on the outskirts of Prineville. Over the years, we've remained friends and
actually get along better now than when we were married!

I also have a son in Medford (Bob-married w/2 kids-a boy and a girl), a daughter in Klamath Falls (Shannon - married w/1 daughter), and another daughter in Prineville (Sarah, widowed with a son and daughter). I also have a stepson, Bill Hastings, who lives in Eugene. All the rest of us are "stuck" here in Colorado Springs :-).

I joined the Air Force (in '74). We initially got stationed at Norton AFB in San Berdo. Went to the 10th reunion in '75 since we were so close. Then I was all over creation. My second assignment was to Colorado Springs. It's really the only place I feel like I'm "home" anymore.

I still kinda wish I was able to see Fallbrook now and then, but it's all so different than what I like to remember. We sure were lucky to grow up in that place when we did...I wouldn't trade those times for anything.

As for liking the cold...it's actually pretty decent here. We definitely have 4 seasons and we've been suffering a drought for the past 5-6 years. This winter (which is still trying to hang on--we had a BLIZZARD last Sunday and 6-8 foot drifts here in town) has been trying to keep holding on, but we really need the water and snow does turn into water (eventually).

I retired from the Air Force in 2000 and since Margie is a Colorado Springs girl (born and raised) I knew we'd be settling here. We were married in Sep 1980 and that's part of the reason we can't come out for the reunion. We're going to spend a week in Hawaii and then come back to Las Vegas for a week on the way back...all that's scheduled for the third week in Sep. But don't worry...I'll be there in spirit.

To all of you posting recently, thanks for bringing back some great memories of a time that will be forever cherished. I'm so impressed with the accomplishments I've been reading about...ya'll done good! Have a great reunion and keep up the posting. It's really fun to read and remember.

Dan(ny) McCullough

As this reunion approaches, Bob and I began to reminisce about our days at FUHS. Bob arrived from Sweden as a sophomore, and joined the summer Swim Team. I met him his first day in the US on the deck of the Jr. High's pool. I remember going home that day and telling my mom I was going to marry him. Indeed, I did but it took a wee while. We have such fond memories -- Phyllis, Susan Neufeld, Sue Tanner, Lascotas, Manny, the Linns and of course Joan Billet -- my best friend for years! What a remarkable time we all had. It became important to us to give our children that same small town experience - and Coronado was the place. Tinja, our daughter, is a Sophomore at the University of Hawaii and what an exciting time she is having. She is on the sailing team, the UH Athletic Board, works two jobs ... and is currently preparing for her real estate exam. I was never that motivated! Michael, our son, is a Senior at USC and is ranked #1 in the US for the 470 class dinghy. He attended the Olympic Trials in 04, came in 2nd which allowed him to attended Athens as the alternate. What an experience! He is already gearing up for a 2008 Olympic run. Michael is a two time College All American in Sailing. Our children are the center of our lives and joyfully they welcome our continued involvement.Our life has certainly been a busy one. We sold our house in Newport Beach, May, 04 and moved back to Coronado ... gypsy feet. However, we are feeling confident that this will be our semi-permanent house ... can't say permanent because you never know! Bob is the contractor on this one. We love it. We have moved a lot over the years ... that means our garage is fairly clean. lol Our Consulting work is still going strong. We are not sure we will ever retire. Would love to hear from one and all ... Visit our websites: www.AndersonMitterling.com www.TeamUSA1734.com

I most likely will not be able to make the reunion but will try. I have two businesses going right now. One is a local water hauling business, and the other a school called "Survive-all" where I travel and teach law enforcement survival skills.

This photo is me and my wife, Lisa on our deck in Colorado. I would love to hear from old classmates. They can reach me at P.O. Box 4, Chimney Rock, CO 81127. Tell all hello for me and hope they are doing well in health and life.

Carolyn and I went to school together in the 7th and 8th grades in San Lorenzo (Bay area). I moved to Fallbrook and began as a freshman at FUHS she moved a year later and began her first year at FUHS as a sophmore. I remember starting my sophmore year and being so excited when I saw Carolyn’s lovely (I had a crush on her) and familiar face. Acting as if I had discovered a long lost friend, I naturally ran up and presented myself. Alas, my crush was crushed, she pretended not to know me. Funny, that memory, despite having been filed away for too many years, plays back as fresh as if it were yesterday. Alas, I wax poetic.
Ernie Gray

Carol was born 12/13/46. She lived in Fremont and worked in Pleasanton. Her husband was Terry and she had two girls Melinda and Tabitha. I have their home phone number if anybody wants to contact them to find out the specifics of her death.

Kermit Harrison
ps: I dated Carolyn in high school my senior year. I was shocked when I read about her death.

Lives in Ventura, CA with wife Dwayla (Smithson) *, FUHS ’67

Hi everyone. I have been reading the recent postings with interest, especially since I have had little or no contact in recent years with most of you. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone in San Diego.

My brief history: Some of you may remember my high school sweetheart, Dwayla Smithson, Class of ’67. We dated my senior year & continued dating after high school. We married in August, 1967 after she graduated. We went to college together our first year of marriage. I worked as a meat cutter and she worked in the x-ray dept at Tri-City hospital.

In the summer of 1968 I was drafted and spent 2 years in the U.S. Army. I was fortunate to spend all 2 years at Fort Ord (Monterey, CA). Dwayla stayed in Fallbrook until June of 1969, then was able to move up to Monterey with me.

After completing my tour of duty in September, 1970, we returned home & bought a home in Vista. We both went back to school and both worked. As a friend once said, I managed to squeeze 4 years of college education into 10! I graduated from San Diego State in 1976 with a degree in history, planning to get a teaching credential & teach high school. By this time we had two children and Dwayla was a “homemaker” and stay-at-home mom. I had been working at a supermarket as a me