65th Reunion - Annapolis- 24-27 April 2019

65th Reunion - Annapolis- 24-27 April 2019

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You can make reservations at Hotel Annapolis by- by calling 800-526-2593 and asking for USNA Class of 1954. rate


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: 



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.



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.


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!