Our Poets November Poem - NOVEMBER'S BREATH


                                                         NOVEMBER'S BREATH

                                                 A chill wind sweeps the hillside,
                                                Before it fly the leaves--
                                                Small rains caress the meadows,
                                                To drip from roofs and eaves.

                                                The year is sweetly dying--
                                                Yet memories remain,
                                                Of golden days, of shipmates,
                                                Not rinsed out by the rain.


 Here's to my class! I started a great adventure in 1950 with a fantastic group. Too bad we are now scattered showing the signs of age. I consider it an honor to have been a member of this group over the years. I hope to make the 70th, but if I don't -- have a drink for me. 


70th Reunion


As previously announced the 70th Reunion for the GreatClass of 1954 will be held on April 24, 25, 26, and 27, 2024. We have contracted with the “Graduate Annapolis” hotel at 126 West Street to be our Reunion Headquarters. This is the same hotel that we used for our 65th Reunion.

However, the room rate has gone up to $199 per night, not including taxes. We are planning to have most of our festivities at the hotel and transportation will be provided to all other events, so that no one will need to drive their own vehicle anywhere once you check in to the hotel.

While nothing is cast in concrete yet there are a few events of interest that are tentatively on our schedule:

Welcome aboard speech by the Sup or Commandant;

Memorial Service in the USNA Chapel; 

Midshipmen Dressparade; 

Welcome Aboard Reception and Reunion

Banquet at the Graduate Annapolis.

So, everyone, including widows, children, other family members, and friends should mark your calendars for this Class of 1954 Reunion.


Death of a Classmate - David Rudolph Raunig - 5th Co.

David Rudolph Raunig, 91, of Williamsburg, VA, passed away at his home Tuesday, July 12, 2022. Born in Great Falls, MT, David graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1954. David served as a Naval aviator for 24 years and was a Vietnam veteran. He extended his career as a Life Underwriter for GPM Life Insurance Company. David is survived by his wife of 68 years, Coralie and his four children, David (Robin), Deborah Raunig-Salvatorelli (Robert), Denise Raunig Lee (David), and Diana Bower (John); 13 grandchildren; and 12 great-grandchildren. A Mass will be held Tuesday, July 26, 2022 at St. Bede Catholic Church, 3686 Ironbound Rd., Williamsburg at 12:00PM. In lieu of flowers, a memorial donation in David’s name may be made to ALSAC/St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, 501 St. Jude Place, Memphis, TN 38105 (www.stjude.org) Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.NelsenWilliamsburg.com for the Raunig family. Nelsen Williamsburg 3785 Strawberry Plains Rd. Williamsburg, VA 23188 757-608-2850


Death of a Wife - Fride Egidius Philpot

Death of a Wife - Fride Egidius Philpot Fride Egidius Philpot, 89, of Cottage Grove, OR, passed away on the morning of Monday, May 9, 2022. She was born Oct 1, 1932, in Brummen, Netherlands, the fourth daughter of Dr. Thorvald Fredrick Egidius and Emmerentia Haaze van Doorninck. She grew up in Ramstad, a suburb of Oslo, Norway where she skied to school in the winter and often knitted during lectures. She loved visiting the family cottage, cross-country skiing, hiking, and orienteering in the mountains, learning Latin names of wildflowers from her father, and participating in the Girl Scouts. Her idyllic life drastically changed during the German occupation of Norway during WWII, a period full of stories of hardship, hunger, and cross-fire that she would later tell to her children and grandchildren. She met the love of her life, Marvin Philpot of Garden City, KS in 1951 when, as a midshipman of the US Naval Academy, he visited Oslo for five days. Though their time together was brief, Fride knew he would come back for her. Their romance continued during three years of letter writing until they were reunited for Marvin’s graduation, when he proposed to her. They were married shortly after in Norway on September 16, 1954. During Marvin’s active duty, Fride was an exceptional Navy wife, caring for home and three young children while her husband was at sea and organizing family camping trips, volunteering, and cooking holiday dinners for enlisted men when he was home. She also worked for the Navy Relief Society and perfected her renowned organizational and packing skills during 16 moves in 18 years as Marvin was assigned to various bases along the Eastern seaboard, from upstate New York to Key West, FL, as well as one move to California. After Marvin was transferred to Offutt AFB in Bellevue, NE, a new chapter of life began for Fride on the Philpot family farm in Cass County. She cherished the quiet countryside, where, with a fourth young child in tow, she planted an enormous vegetable garden and numerous flower beds. Always a woman deeply connected with nature, she preferred to work without gardening gloves so she could savor the rich earth between her fingers, and she never ceased to find new ways to share her love with the local animals of the farm. She installed bird houses and faithfully filled their feeders, rehabilitated and released wounded birds and orphaned baby rabbits, and provided a home for an astounding variety of critters in need—including a 13-striped ground squirrel, a raccoon, a lost kitten, and an abundance of dogs. Later in life she even adopted a capricious though unforgettable donkey! Owls were particularly close to her heart, their shining wide eyes found everywhere about the farm house, from trinkets that adorned the shelves to her cozy sweaters—the memorable Fride aesthetic. Fride loved crafts and was always busy creating, whether clothes, afghans, baby blankets, shawls, hats, scarves, quilts, home textiles, needlework art or Christmas decorations. She shared this love of craft with the many girls in her charge as a Girl Scout troop leader in Weeping Water and devoted sweaty weeks every August to the craft department of the Cass County Fair. Her Norwegian and Dutch roots formed the foundation of many family traditions, especially at Christmas, which brimmed with an abundance of Scandinavian decorations on display and dozens of varieties of cookies she baked and happily shared with eager recipients. She enjoyed many return trips to Norway, visiting family and reveling in the beauty of the country she always considered home. Her beloved husband passed in 1990 but she stayed at their farm for many years, bravely navigating a new life without her Love, displaying inspiring fortitude and resourcefulness. She devoted her time to friends and family, her job at the Offutt Officers Spouses Club Thrift Shoppe, and the organizations dear to her heart: the Henry Doorly Zoo and the Nebraska Girl Scout Order of the Silver Trefoil, the latter of which she was member until the day she passed. Since his passing, Fride always believed that Marvin was waiting for her. And now they are indeed reunited: the tall, handsome naval officer and the beautiful, strong Dutch-Norwegian woman, once again side by side. She is survived by her children Emmerentia Guthrie, Catherine Anderson, Lloyd Philpot, and Mary-Rose Joshi; grandchildren, Emmerentia Jo, Corey, Tyler, Spencer, Chase, Meera and Nathan; great-grandchildren, Emmerentia Lynn, Connor, Hadley, Sloane, Riley and Callum. She is also survived by her constant canine companion, Maggie. In addition to her parents, Fride was preceded in death by her beloved husband, Marvin Philpot, her sisters Nanna Helle, Emmerentia Egidius, and Quirina Stenersen, and daughter Mary Elizabeth. A private family service will be held. Please visit the Tribute Wall above if you would like to light a candle for Fride or share a story or memory with her family. Fride was a generous woman that supported many charities, including those listed below. In lieu of flowers you can choose to donate to an organization listed under Memorial Contributions or plant a tree. NOTE about Wildlife Safari (Winston, OR): This is an organization new to Fride – she visited this park 2 or 3 times this last year and intended to make a donation but didn’t get the chance before passing. She was very impressed with this park and strongly believed in their conservation efforts, so if you want to choose one, it would have meant a great deal to her for this place to receive funds on her behalf. Smith Lund Mills Funeral Chapel & Crematorium 123 South Seventh Street Cottage Grove, OR 97424 https://www.smithlundmills.com/obituaries/Fride-Egidius-Philpot?obId=24905607#/obituaryInfo ...

Death of a Classmate - CAPT Frederick J. Kollmorgen - 9th Co


 CAPT Frederick J. Kollmorgen  (March 7, 1932 - May 24, 2022)

Captain Frederick J. Kollmorgen, USN (Ret) died on May 24, 2022 in Exeter, NH. He was 90 years old.  After attending the Severn School, Fred graduated from the Naval Academy with the 9th Company.  Following graduation, he was assigned to the destroyer COMPTON, and served there until attending Submarine School.  After Sub School, he spent 2 years on the diesel submarine STICKLEBACK before completing nuclear power training in June 1959.  After nuclear power school and the prototype, he was assigned to the submarines SKATE, THOMAS JEFFERSON, and PERMIT (as CO).  After his tour on the PERMIT, he went to the Naval Sea Systems Command in Washington.  He spent 6 years there as manager of the Submarine Noise Reduction Program, SSN Project Officer, SSBN Project Office, and Director of the Ship Silencing Division.  Following the NAVSEA tour, he reported to the Commander Submarine Force, Atlantic Fleet, and served there as Assistant Chief of Staff for Material.  After the COMSUBLANT assignment, he went to the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard and was assigned there as Planning Officer until his retirement from the Navy in June 1982.  His service awards include the Legion of Merit and Meritorious Service Medal.
After moving to Exeter, Fred worked for 15 years in Portsmouth, NH, for the Essex Corporation and for the Electric Boat Division of General Dynamics.  He was active in the Exeter Rotary Club, the choir of the Christ Episcopal Church, the Exeter Historic District Commission, the Society for the Protection of New Hampshire Forests, and as an income tax preparer for the AARP Tax Aide Program.  He also spent many hours and dollars trying to keep his family’s 1840 house in the historic district in commission.
Fred and his family enjoyed many summers at their cottage on Lake Winnipesaukee in Wolfeboro, NH.  He particularly liked racing his Pearson Ensign sloop on the lake, frequently as an also-ran, but having a great time nonetheless.
He is survived by Diane, his spouse of 66 years; 4 sons, Stuart, Andrew, Matthew, and John; their spouses; and 11 grandchildren.
Brewitt Funeral Home, 14 Pine St., Exeter, NH is handling the arrangements.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the Exeter Historical Society, PO Box 924, Exeter, NH 03833
Brewitt Funeral Home, LLC
14 Pine Street
Exeter, NH 03833



 April 2022 Pome


                             THE DRUMMER AND THE GENERAL *

                                Pittsburg Landing, Tenn., 5 April 1863


            "Now, boy, " said the General quietly, "You are the heart of the army.

              Think of that. You're the heart of the army. Listen now."

                                           -- Ray Bradbury, "The Drummer Boy of Shiloh"


            Young Joby, the drummer, lay sleepless, in the cool of an April night,

            Staring up through the darkness. In the morning there'd be a fight.

            He was frightened and most unready, his eyes and his cheeks were damp,

            And he wondered about the army, stretched out in their slumbering camp.


            A footstep crunched in the shadows, the boots of a man with stars,

            He smelt of brass and leather, the smoke of his good cigars--

            His sabre clinked in its scabbard as he knelt at the drummer's side,

            "Is that you, boy?" he murmured, Joby nodded, eyes opened wide.


            "I hope you're done with the weeping, as I was, an hour ago."

            "You cried?" "To be sure," said the General, "it's a pain all soldiers know.

            I order my boys into battle, knowing well that some shall die,

            But my tears are shed in private--the troops mustn't see me cry."


            "Now harken, lad, it's important. Tomorrow, you're in command,

            For the battle hangs on the drummer, a boy of the regiment's band.

            This army of fifty thousand must have but a single mind,

            And the drummer's the one true leader, when the General's left behind.


            "If you rap out a lazy drumbeat, the cadence a mite too slow,

            The men's blood won't be warming, going in against the foe-

            They're young, all unused to battle, untrained as a flock of lambs,

            One day they're their mother's children, the next, they are Captain Sam's.


            "I dare not say to those mothers that I wasted their precious sons,

            So, boy, drum a rattling quickstep, and we'll take those enemy guns,

            Tomorrow we'll break those Rebels, we'll win us a victory.

            I've done my best for the army, will you now do this for me?"


            The General paused, and the drummer thought hard, for a brave reply,

            "Well, sir," he managed to stammer, "I don't know, but I'll surely try!"

            "That's good enough," said the General, and his sabre jingled again,

            As he rose to resume his pacing, the facing of soul-deep pain.


            His bootsteps faded in darkness, and the boy closed a peaceful eye,

            Peach-petals tapped on his drumhead, unseen under soft spring sky,

            Around him slumbered the army, fifty thousand boys in blue,

            And Joby slept well until morning--he knew what he had to do.