65th Reunion - Annapolis- 24-27 April 2019


65th Reunion - Annapolis- 24-27 April 2019

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10/17/18

Death of a Classmate - Chester Roger Oberg - 20th Co.



Chester Roger Oberg, age 89, went to be with Jesus on September 28th, 2018 in Austin, Texas after being surrounded by his loved ones. Chester grew up in Minnesota, the son of Chester J. Oberg and Bernice L. Jasperson. He graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy with a BS. After over 20 years he honorably retired from the Navy where he was awarded a National Defense with one Bronze Star. During his time in the Navy he met his wife, Donna Snyder, and married her in Rhode Island by Chaplain Harrel in 1965. After the Navy he went to work for the U.S. Department of Energy Nuclear Regulatory Commission and then the Public Utilities Commission of Texas. He then retired and devoted his time to his own personal businesses and to his wife and youngest son in Texas. Chester Oberg is survived by his loving wife, Donna Lee Oberg, and his four children: Mark Oberg, Dean Oberg, Lee Anne Wells, and Roger Oberg. He also leaves behind multiple grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Visitation will be 10:00 to 11:00 AM on Thursday, October 18, 2018. Graveside services will be 2:00 PM on Thursday, October 18, 2018 at Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery in San Antonio. Upcoming Events Visitation Oct 18 10:00 AM 11:00 AM Harrell Funeral Home 4435 Frontier Trail Austin, TX, US, 78745.


10/12/18

Death of a Classmate - Charles Mayes Isbell - 12th Co.



Maj. Charles Mayes Isbell (USMC ret.) Charles Mayes Isbell, 87, of Hartfield, died on Wednesday, September 26, 2018 at his home. He was the son of the late Arnold J. Isbell of Pensacola, Florida and Margarita M. Giese of Newport News, Virginia. In 1954, he married Mary Dunn of Gloucester, Virginia. After 26 years in USMC at various bases throughout the country, he retired and proceeded to build a house on the Piankatank River Golf Course. He was an avid golfer and a true fan of the Washington Redskins. He was a member of The First Presbyterian Church of Gloucester. He taught Math and coached the golf team at Christ Church School for 10 years. Proceeding him in death besides is parents was his brother, Don, wife Mary, and daughter, Kendy. He is survived by his children Charlie and his wife, Ann, of Columbia, S.C.; Keith and Lucy of Las Vegas, Nev.; and Danny and Tina of Hartfield; Grandchildren, Jonathan of Myrtle Beach, Malia of Virginia Beach, Erica of Lexington, S.C., and Mary of Hartfield; and Great Grandchildren, Zoe and Ivy of Lexington, S.C The family will receive friends at the funeral home on Tuesday, October 2, 2018 from 6:30-8:00 p.m. A graveside service will be held at 1:00 p.m. Wednesday, October 3, 2018 at 1:00 p.m. at Windsor Gardens Cemetery, Dutton, Va. Special thanks to his caregivers, Bridget Y Ceballos and Regina Carter, and also his Hospice Team. Memorial donations may be made to either Grace Covenant Presbyterian Church, PO Box 581, Gloucester, Va. 23071 or to Riverside Walter Reed Hospice, 7358 Main St. Gloucester, Va. 23061. The family requests that everyone wear casual attire for the visitation and funeral service. Andrews Funeral Home & Crematory, Gloucester, is in charge of arrangements.
Published in Daily Press on Sept. 30, 2018

10/2/18

Dick Raymond's October Poem - SUNSET ON THE HILLS *


                                                           
                                                                         
           
                                                        

                             
    
                        

                                            SUNSET ON THE HILLS *
                        Slow clouds drift by, like pink-sailed frigates cruising,
                        Mists creep along the valley-floor below,
                        The distant mountain-ridge is masked in shadow,
                        Pale blue above belies the sunset-glow.
                        Far thunder booms to westward--showers coming,
                        But snug on the veranda I belong,
                        To watch the slow envelopment of evening
                        And sing the silent verses of my song.
                        The trees below, full-leafed, will soon be barren,
                        Our lives, as leaves, float downward, one by one,
                        Unwise to count remainders on our fingers,
                        Soon, soon enough will sink the setting sun.
                        A white streak chalks the sky, great jets are passing—
                        Somewhere on high a meeting there shall be,
                        These "surly bonds of earth" will be uplifted
                        With smiles and laughter, jubilant and free.
                        8-31-18

9/23/18

Online '54 Class Store


Received the following from Bill Greenlaw:

We have arranged with Anchor Enterprises to reopen the Online '54 Class Store. This time Anchor is offering an embroidered Class Crest jacket and a limited number of the ball caps.

Please click on the following link to check it out: 

http://www.usnaclasstore.com/54store.html  

9/22/18

Death of a Classmate - James Stanton Keck - 20th Co.



James Stanton Keck, known to friends as "Stan," passed away on September 3, 2018, at the age of 85 years. A native of North Pomfret, Vermont, Stan grew up on a horse farm with his parents. He graduated from the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland in 1954. Stan had a long career with the United States Air Force and retired as a colonel. Stan had a passion for adventure. The Circe, a wooden racing yacht from the 1930's, was Stan's pride and joy. Stan restored the Circe and she joined the Seattle Yacht Club Opening Day Ceremonies since the completion of her restoration in 1992. Since then she has won the classic boat prize numerous times. Stan enjoyed sharing the love of sailing with his family and friends. He is survived by his wife of 22 years, Delene, stepson Scott Keck, son-in-law Michael Spitzer, Dr. Rand Ritchie, Dr. Hal Ritchie (Mary) and stepdaughter Shawna Deck (Joe), eight grandchildren, eight great-grandchildren and cousins A. David Moore, John Moore and Emily Grube. He was preceded in death by his parents James Stanton and Ruth Keck, stepdaughter Rosalind, daughter-in-law Katherine, granddaughter Grace and great-granddaughter Charlotte. A Celebration of Stan's life will were held at 11 a.m., on Saturday, September 15, at St. John's Lutheran Church, 959 Valley Road, Arroyo Grande, CA. Memorial donations in memory of Stan can be made to St. John's Lutheran Church.

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9/14/18

Death of a Classmate - John Edward Newton - 4 th Co.


Facebook had a post that John Newton passed away Sunday , 9 September, in Cupertino, CA .  His son made the following post: 

Dad’s service in the Navy started at the Naval Academy during the Korean War, stretched through the Quemoy Incident (Taiwan) in 1958 right after I was born, the Cold War with forward deployments in the Mediterranean in the 1960s, in Vietnam as Operations Officer on the USS Enterprise and finally in Pearl Harbor serving on the Staff of the Commander-in-Chief Pacific Fleet. It was in this last mission that moved our family to Hawaii and for my mother and him to settle down after the restless moving from base to base over the decades. He helped Christ Lutheran Church in Mililani, HI get started and became an anchor of the church. He also had a very active and volunteer-oriented life with the Lions Club and the community in Mililani. His whole life you could see him volunteering and helping out with our Boy Scout troops, school trips or local church.
In his last years of his life, he and our mother moved back to the Bay Area as they were no longer able to really to look after themselves. Even then, he saw his role as the care giver for our mother following her as she had to go to the memory ward of their care home. After my mother’s passing he moved to down to Sunny View, Cupertino where he led a happy, although memory challenged life at a church-oriented community. He was still his outgoing, bigger than life Naval Aviator self that greeted all the residence every day with a Cheery Aye-Aye.

9/1/18

Richard Raymond's September Poem - DRAGGING WEEKEND

                                                         
                                          

 

                               DRAGGING WEEKEND

                                 (Tune: "Armored Cruiser Squadron"?)

 

                        It's Saturday noon on Tecumseh Court,

                        As visitors gather to watch the sport,

                        Your own drag's there—she's a last resort,

                                    Your cousin's college roommate—

 

                        The beauties rolled in on every bus,

                        And most of us met without a fuss—

                        If one is a brick, too late to cuss,

                                    She's yours for the whole damn weekend!

                       

                        The muster's taken, reports, salutes,

                        The Drum and Bugle Corps thumps and toots,

                        By now your heart's sinking in your boots,

                                    When "Diners fall out!" is given.

 

                        The football game is a total bust,

                        The hop puts your weekend in the dust,

                        You dance with her because you must,

                                    It's twelve, and the doors go open.                 

                       

                        You head for the drag house double-quick,

                        Still thinking you're certain to get the Brick,

                        While the Bancroft clocks go tick-tick-tick,

                                    Not right for the Flying Squadron.

 

                        The drag house parlor is nice and dark,

                        Just right for couples to start a spark,

                        And a furtive fumble soon finds its mark,

                                    Woo-hoo! For the Flying Squadron!

 

                        And that's when you find, that "homely daughter"

                        Is hotter than Babcock and Wilcox water,

                        For it wasn't an Eagle Scout who taught her,

                                    It's you for the Flying Squadron!

 

                        7-13-18