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moved -- or just have fond memories of San Diego in the '40s, '50s and '60s.

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Friday, January 12, 2018

January 12, 2018


Kris Pruski Wood '70 thought you might enjoy the article about Crawford in the current issue of The Rolando News.  Click HERE to check it out.



A Hoover grad shared a photo on Facebook of her Kindergarten class gathered to greet JFK as he traveled east on El Cajon Boulevard during his visit on June 6, 1963.  I'm sharing it because it's a great photo -- and the original Nicolosi's restaurant is in the background.



A discussion on Facebook about the potholes on Trojan Avenue evolved into a "I grew up there" round robin.  Joe Dyke shared a 1948 photo of himself near the family home on Corinth St.



Ernie Cowan's Outdoors column in last Sunday's UT was entitled "Hiking in Anza-Borrego Desert Is A Great Way to Start the Year."  You might see a "Stick Lizard" (see above).  Click HERE to read the piece and find out what a stick lizard is.



Tom Ault '63 passed away December 15, 2017.   There will be a memorial service and reception on January 26 at 1:00 at the Village Presbyterian Church in Rancho Santa Fe.  A reception will be held after the service at the Rancho Santa Fe Country Club.   Click HERE to sign the on-line Guest Book.




John Bultez ’65 was in a fatal car accident October 24, 2017.  His daughter Brenda Wilson would love to hear from folks who knew him.  Email her at Bbultez@gmail.com



Raymond Hong '72 passed away on December 4, 2017. Some of you may remember my brother as a Cheerleader, tennis player and wrestler -- Lisa Hong Hom ’75


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Lotsa folks loved Paula Kincaid's Ordering Pizza story.  Here's another one she shared.  Be careful -- it involves a blow up sex doll.

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CHRISTMAS DINNER

(This is an article submitted to a Louisville KY Newspaper contest to
find
out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. It won first prize)

As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas.  He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.
What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
One year I decided to make his dream come true.  I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll.  They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart.  I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go, you'll only confuse yourself.   I was there an hour saying things like, 'What does this do?'  'You're kidding me!'  'Who would buy that?'  Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.
I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.  Finding what I wanted was difficult.  'Love Dolls' come in many different models.   The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry.
I settled for  'Lovable Louise.'  She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a 'doll' took a huge leap of imagination.  On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours.  Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom.  I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray.   I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.
The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy, but had left the dog confused.  She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more We all agreed that Louise should remain in her pantyhose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door.  'What the hell is that?' she asked.  My brother quickly explained, 'It's a doll.' 'Who would play with something like that?' Granny snapped.  I kept my mouth shut. 'Where are her clothes?' Granny continued.  'Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,' Jay said, to steer her into the dining room.  But Granny was relentless.  'Why doesn't she have any teeth?'
Again, I could have answered, but why would I?  It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, 'Hang on Granny, hang on!’
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said,  'Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?'  I told him she was Jay's friend.  A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise.  Not just talking, but actually flirting.  It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home. 
The dinner went well.  We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning.  Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.  The cat screamed.  I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.  Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.  Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse.  We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health. I can't wait until next Christmas!!!!!!!!


Friday, January 5, 2018

January 5, 2018


Dave Cramer retired last Sunday after 47 years with the San Diego Union-Tribune.  Dave is a '70 graduate of Patrick Henry, but his sister Sharon Cramer Sceper '68 thinks he might have attended Crawford his Sophomore Year.  Close Enough.  Click HERE to read the article in the UT.



My friend Marilyn likes to walk out to the Cabrillo Lighthouse, then meander through the headstones at Fort Rosecrans on the way back to her car.  She sent these shots to me Sunday with the heading "Who Knew? on the photo below"






Susan Taylor ’67 passed away December 14th.  She beat breast cancer several years ago, but contracted lung cancer, which proved fatal.  A Celebration of Life will be held January 15th at 1 PM at La Mesa First Methodist Church, 4690 Palm Avenue



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(I got the following from "Honorary Colt" Paula Kincaid, who is actually a '64 Granite Hills grad)


ORDERING A PIZZA

CALLER:   Is this Gordon's Pizza?

GOOGLE:  No sir, it's Google Pizza.

CALLER:   I must have dialed a wrong number. Sorry.

GOOGLE:  No sir, Google bought Gordon’s Pizza last month.

CALLER:   OK. I would like to order a pizza.

GOOGLE:  Do you want your usual, sir?

CALLER:   My usual? You know me?

GOOGLE:  According to our caller ID data sheet, the last 12 times you called you ordered an extra-large pizza with three cheeses, sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms and meatballs on a thick crust.

CALLER:   OK! That’s what I want …

GOOGLE:  May I suggest that this time you order a pizza with ricotta, arugula,
sun-dried tomatoes and olives on a whole wheat gluten-free thin crust?

CALLER:   What?  I detest vegetables..

GOOGLE: Your cholesterol is not good, sir.

CALLER:   How the hell do you know?

GOOGLE:  Well, we cross-referenced your home phone number with your medical records.   We have the result of your blood tests for the last 7 years.

CALLER:  Okay, but I do not want your rotten vegetable pizza!  I already take medication for my cholesterol.

GOOGLE:  Excuse me sir, but you have not taken your medication regularly. According to our database, you only purchased a box of 30 cholesterol tablets once, at Drug RX Network, 4 months ago.

CALLER:   I bought more from another drugstore.

GOOGLE: That doesn’t show on your credit card statement.

CALLER:   I paid in cash.

GOOGLE: But you did not withdraw enough cash according to your bank statement.

CALLER:   I have other sources of cash.

GOOGLE:  That doesn’t show on your last tax return unless you bought them using an undeclared income source, which is against the law.

CALLER:   WHAT THE HELL?

GOOGLE:   I'm sorry, sir, we use such information only with the sole intention of helping you.

CALLER:     Enough already! I'm sick to death of Google, Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp and all the others. I'm going to an island without internet, cable TV, where there is no cell phone service and no one to watch me or spy on me.

GOOGLE:   I understand sir, but you need to renew your passport first.  It expired 6 weeks ago…




Friday, December 29, 2017

December 29, 2017


I'm jumping the gun to wish you a Happy New Year.  Not much else happening in Crawford Land this week.



Charles Wax '68 forwards a photo of himself on the Sydney Harbor Bridge on December 21st.  I believe that's the Sydney Opera House behind him.



This is me -- Scrooge McFry -- spreading joy and sunshine on Christmas Day at the Catamaran Hotel.

Friday, December 22, 2017

December 22, 2017


How are you enjoying the first day of Winter?  Can you tell the days are getting longer?  It may be too soon.



Shirley Froelich Gleason submitted -- and perhaps took -- this photo of Christmas lights on Casita Way.  In case you can't make out the sign on the right, it says "DITTO", with an arrow pointing to the neighbor's decorations.

Good news ladies!! A generic Viagra is now on the market for $35 a pill.  I'm wondering how much the "good stuff" costs.

Judy Aminoff wants to know her Class of '63 "ranking".  Turns out she was reading the Barbara Lamb obituary Jack Williams wrote in the U-T in 2005 in which he says "Barbara graduated 19th in her class of 800".  I was never aware of an actual GPA ranking, even when I was teaching.  Let me know if you can help Judy.



I'm not sure what's going on with the Colt Corral Facebook, but there's some sort of competition to remember the good old days -- and good old places.  It gave me a chance to snag and share my Aunt Emma's Pancakes web page.  Click HERE to check it out and drool.



Speaking of Facebook, Paula Hildebrand Clare '64 shared this photo of a Fiesta de Pacifico gathering circa 1959.  Paula's in the first row, second from the right.  Her brother Rod '63 is standing in the middle with the cool vest.   Bill Bagnell '63 is standing at the right. Standing at the left is Paula's husband-to-be Ron (Rulon) Claire '62. They'll celebrate 51 years of marriage next month.



I'm sharing a link to the obituary for Martin Ransohoff because it gives me an excuse to show this photo of the Beverly Hillbillies, one of the shows he produced.  Click HERE to read the obit.



Barbara Kiloh Rubin '63 passed away peacefully on December 19th.  She worked as an Administrative Aide for the San Diego City Schools and, after retirement, enjoyed her children and grandchildren.  She is survived by sister Laura Kiloh Petretta '66 and brother Kirk '69.  Her children Dan and Lisa Rubin are also Crawford graduates.  There will be no services.

Friday, December 15, 2017

December 15, 2017



Christmas comes early!!  After a half century of searching, we have finally located Linda Dawes, one of the most popular girls in the Class of '62.   The most recent attempt began a couple of days ago when Christine Loss forwarded a contact in Santee and wondered if it might be her.  It wasn't, but crack researcher Mary Gale Rogers decided to take another look.  We've had at least three unsuccessful attempts to locate Linda.  This time Mary Gale found Linda's name in a real estate testimonial.  The realtor forwarded my particulars to Linda, who emailed me late on Wednesday.  Turns out she lived five blocks away from me in Pacific Beach -- but recently returned to Gig Harbor, Washington to be closer to her children.  Thank you Santa -- and Mary Gale.



Yale Strom '75 will celebrate the Winter Solstice December 21st at the San Diego Rep with a concert entitled "Winter Schminter".  Yale, Mark Dress, Fred Benidetti and Elizabeth Schwartz will be performing Jewish, Christian and Pagan music.  I'm not sure what Pagan music sounds like.  Maybe Led Zeppelin.  Click HERE for more information.



The Golden Anniversary December 14, 1967 Pacer is an 8-page Holiday Spectacular.  Click HERE to enjoy.



Bruce Brown, whose "Endless Summer" we talked about a couple of weeks ago, passed away December 10th at the age of 80.  Don't blame me, blame Norm Black.  Click HERE to read the obituary in the New York Times.

Friday, December 8, 2017

December 8, 2017



I wonder how many folks have "You can just drop me off here" stories about getting driven to school.



Aaron Boone, son of Sue Roel '66 and Bob Boone '65, is the new manager of the New York Yankees.  Click HERE to read a nice article in the New York Times about the Boone Baseball Family, pictured above.



This Class of '64 group usually meets at True Foods in Fashion Valley, but decided not to fight the Holiday Crowds at the mall.  They were hosted instead by Janice Irvine Ricards who, in addition to cooking lunch, took this photo (I assume).  Left to right are Meri Pierce Knight, Janie Newberry Smith. Laurie Koosed Rather, Kris Gjerde Flynn, and Bev Bachman Fritschner 





Linda McNeely Willis 71, of Phoenix died November 14, 2017 from cancer.  “She was my next door neighbor growing up,” writes John Hermes.  “Her brother Craig was Crawford class of 1960, sister Kathleen class of 1963, and sister Loretta class of 1966.”  Click HERE to read an obituary.

Friday, December 1, 2017

December 1, 2017


Crawford's hopes for a CIF football title came to an end last Friday or Saturday (I never did figure it out)) when they lost to Vincent Memorial 45-3.  John Maffei's article in the U-T had nice things to say about the Colts and Coach Mike Wright.  Click HERE to read the piece.



Norm Black '68 has shared some surf memorabilia.  I'm not sure how to share it with all of you.  Probably on Facebook.  

Last week's photo of Mike Miller at Camp Palomar got Susan Wilkerson McCasland to wondering:  Do Camp Palomar and Camp Cuyamaca still exist?  Yes they do.  Click on the links to get more information.




Larry Okmin '64 got most of Page A-2 in last Saturday's installment of the U-T's Profiles of Notable People.  It was partly because Larry was performing in what we used to call the Dixieland Jazz Festival at the Town and Country Hotel.  Click HERE to read the article.





George Fogelman ’63 passed away Thanksgiving Eve and was interred at El Camino Memorial Park on the afternoon of November 27th.  A Celebration of Life was held afterwards at the Amigo Spot, where George held court so many Saturdays with his Live Jazz Band.  A large crowd of neighbors, musical friends and former classmates gathered to share memories and enjoy Mexican food courtesy of Stephanie Rose Petersen '74.  



Candace Reemelin Rand-Riley ’68 passed away peacefully at home in Ocean Beach on September 29th.  She had been diagnosed with cancer in early 2015 and battled it successfully for nearly three years, two years beyond what her doctors expected.  She was born January 31, 1950 at Paradise Valley Hospital in National City, California.  A Celebration of Life was held at the family home on October 14th



Richard Wainscott ’71, a resident of Dayton, Nevada, died on November 13, 2017. Richard was born in San Diego on December 21, 1952.  He was an active member of the drama department at Crawford, starring in plays such as "Oklahoma!", and was on the football team.   A Celebration of Life service will be held on Monday, December 11, 2017 at 11 am at the Calvary Baptist Church, 4 Flowery Ave, Dayton, NV with services to follow at 1:30 pm at Northern Nevada Veterans Memorial Cemetery, 14 Veterans Way, Fernley, Nevada.