^{Jim Heck (60) wiggily2@attbi.com}

^{Judy Ross Dunkle (60) jud@velocitus.net}

^{John Michael "Mike" Kelly (61) mike_kelly888@yahoo.com}

^{Walter "Scott" MacLaughlin (59) scottmacjr@aol.com
5 Briar Road
Wilmington, DE 19803
Ph 302.762.0580}

^{Susan "Sue" (Miller) Dalberg (62) wolfpaw81@aol.com
Your newsletter said you were looking for us, so here I am! "Sue" (real name is Susan but none of you knew that) Miller, Bushy Park from High Wycomb, living in CA. So great to get the newsletter and read of voices from the past! Keep up the good work!}

^{Shari McClaran Vaughn (58) skymother6@aol.com
(954) 983-8808}

^{Donald H. Crews (59)
5632 Wedgmont Circle N.
Fort Worth, TX 76133-2802
(817) 263-6921} 

^{Larry Hardenbrook (61)
8274 Lance Street
Midvale, UT 84047-2288
(801) 352-7431}

^{Paula Harrington Harmon (61) Dpharmon61@aol.com}

^{Margaret Ann Young Fynaut (61) mfynaut@sierratel.com}

^{George R. "Bob" Thompson, III (62) bobt@uscsumter.edu
915 Trailmore Circle,
Sumter, SC 29154.
Home Phone is unlisted
Work phone is: (803) 938-3839 (with voicemail).}

^{From Sue (Miller) Dalberg (62) wolfpaw81@aol.com
Greetings Bushy-ites:
I commend Pat and Gary on trying to get us all together, and let me tell you, it works!}

^{Like all military kids, I moved around a lot. Five schools in my freshman year alone, with the fifth being Bushy Park. When we first arrived, (59) we had to wait for base housing, so we lived on the economy. Ah yes, those nasty but fun long, long, long bus trips. We were just under the two-hour mark, so I couldn't "dorm" it, but I met some of the most wonderful people and it took only days before the other Bushy-ites made me feel like I'd been in school there for years.}

^{While we all griped about how hard the faculty was on us, I have to say that when we rotated back to the states just before my senior year, I was years ahead of the other students. During my senior year I was able to work full time, only having to show up one-hour a day. What a shock to go from Bushy Park where we were all a family, to a civilian school where there were tight cliques, judgment about our dad's being military and us being the campus trash, yadda yadda. Even though I graduated in Denver in 62, in my heart I was walking down that aisle with all my dear friends in Bushy Park.} 

^{Thanks to Pat's and Gary's efforts I recently found my dearest friend from BP, Judy Stillson. Talking to each other, and emailing each other, we are 16 years old again and giggling.}

^{From Nancie (Anderson) Weber (55) nanciet@inland.net}

^{Those mystery address responses are interesting, a good kickoff point for reminiscing. Haven't heard much from the townies, so I'll put in my tuppence. My dad was the senior US Coast Guard officer for Western Europe with offices in Grosvenor Square and with the British Admiralty, and with far flung satellites including the Voice of America ship cruising the Med and broadcasting into the Iron Curtain countries.}

^{At that time we--and I assume most military families--weren't permitted to arrive in England without pre-approved arrangements for living in place. Traveling aboard the General William O Darby (along with the Dilley’s) in late June 1954, and after about six weeks’ residence at the Mount Royal Hotel near Marble Arch we assumed a departing naval officer's small flat at 6 Hall Road in St John's Wood--an expansive forerunner of today's independently owned condo complexes and of some historical note because it was one of a handful of centrally heated situations in all of England. Astonishingly, that was because it was constructed before or early in the War specifically to house political prisoners and detainees! Temperature controls apparently were limited to HOT and OFF, so naturally we sweltered in winter and shivered during the designated summer hiatus. Mantrovoni neighbored. Ted remembers him better than I do, though I believe he with Hitchcockian reserve strolled a small dog daily.} 

^{Most school days my boon companion through variations of inclement conditions, on the Finchley Road bus to Oxford Street and then a bracing trot down South Audley to the American Embassy where we caught the Bushy bus, was Chuck Stewart 58. We were the only two students living out in that direction that year and he was great company (so sad, only a freshman!). Betsy Campbell '55 often joined us at Baker Street, in the vicinity of Madame Tussaud's. Returning to Grosvenor Square later in the day, we commonly stopped in at The Venice Bar, a quirky café round the corner on Audley Street featuring grilled cheese sandwiches slathered with ketchup and the hottest mustard you'll ever taste. Try it; they're great. Access to downtown was wonderful, providing us to a rich bag of diversions. Alan Phillips and I sometimes stopped in at Lords Cricket Ground, where he improved my grasp of that funny game's refinements (he'd played at the British school he'd attended). Weekends we'd go rowing on the Serpentine in Regent's Park, heckle the speakers at Marble Arch, or maybe trip down to Hampton Court for a picnic and the maze. When all else failed, fall back entertainments included riding the buses or tubes for 2d--so long as we eventually debarked within one station of our starting point. Rationing and few cars forced everyone to travel underground. The swells would be decked out in formal dress, touts would be promoting investment in sporting and other outcomes, the Teddy Boys were resplendent (and cocky) in velvet, and the addicted would be monitoring your every puff while poised to snatch the butts before they hit the ground. Nowhere else, before or since, have I experienced such lively amusement in the human parade passing by. I don't care about being younger, but if we could select reruns of periods of our lives, the year in London would be high on my short list. And I treasure the friendships that have sustained--even the recalcitrant ones who have to be prodded to keep in touch.} 

^{Speaking of ... Phil '55 and Tita Creasor are on the prowl as we speak (compute) after far too many months of home base confinement due to medical and physical therapy involvement. Phil's son graduated from USMC boot camp at Parris Island SC recently.. and they're combining that East Coast dash with family reunions (daughters) in Tampa and Orlando and a cruise to Panama before returning to Las Vegas in June.}

^{Alan '55 and Mary Ann Phillips have settled in Brussels for the long haul. He's still working for ESCO Corporation of Portland OR part time.} 

^{Dick and Betsy Campbell '55 Thomas have welcomed their second grandchild, Jake (the other's Carlisle; she's 4), via daughter Libby and Rob Bentley in San Antonio. Their older son, Ric, finally relinquished his grip on bachelorhood, marrying Kelly in October in San Diego. Ric's in-line for Captain with Southwest Airlines. Younger son, Andy, has been pivotal in the refurbishment of the Lodge of Torrey Pines in La Jolla. Betsy and Dick split their time between residences in La Jolla and San Antonio when they're not at sea on their boat.} 

^{Harry and Jeanne Thomsen '55 Fleming, in Laguna Woods CA, are much involved with Leisure World's activities--are excellent golfers and Jeannie indulges her musical ability with piano, a hand bell and other talented groups. Daughters Coni and Dana are in Utah and Idaho, and granddaughter Katie has recently deployed from Nellis AFB to Kuwait.} 

^{Fred Tims came to San Diego for business meetings last month, flew out a couple of days early and joined us here for a U of Maryland/Munich mini-reunion (my old roommate, Nancy Rae Toliver Belknap, lives near by, and while Bushy folks won't know her, they may remember her sister Janet '59). Fred and Dave Kremers, and Pete Rumble and I transitioned there from Bushy Park--where all of us devoted considerable Quality Time to evaluation of the Bavarian Alps' ambience. I mention this hiatus specifically to alert other UMM alumni to a book in process to do with that unique campus. If you attended and would like to share your experiences, please contact Circe Olson Woessner (I think '78), circewoessner@hotmail.com}

^{Had a surprise email last week from Viki Wood Rorie, Mary Lou '55 DeCoursey Wood's older daughter, who is soliciting memories of her mother to do with London days. She's at Leancuts@aol.com .}

^{There's a reunion of the mid-1950s 32nd AAA Brigade Hq. Group at Bushy Hall pending (fall, in Washington State), and among others the committee would like to locate Ann Jones '56 and family (including her parents; we think her dad was USA CWO Thomas H Jones) We could definitely use some help. The roster information is invalid.} 

^{Now, one last thing. The American Overseas Schools Historical Society (AOSHS; those attending the Branson reunion will recall Director Tom Drysdale, who along with daughter Li'Anne '63 joined us at the banquet) has been inviting alumni to purchase engraved bricks and/or blocks to be featured in their garden area of the headquarters building under construction as we speak in Wichita. The bricks run 4x8" @ $100 with 2 lines of up to 15 characters each available. The blocks are ceramic 8x8" @ $250 (5 lines x 15 characters) or $500 if polished granite. Polished granite pavers are available in 16x16" @ $1,000 (11 lines x 25 characters), and 24x24" @ $2,500 (17 lines x 35 characters). I think one or several of these would be a worthwhile contribution from Bushy Park. I'd like to hear from interested classmates and alumni in general to see if we can spring for either class blocks or something general from the London /Bushy Park years. nanciet@inland.net .  If you want more information directly from the source, email abamberger@juno.com}

^{From Lyn (Peterson) Stinnett (58) lstinnett@lt.peacecorps.gov}

^{When I was fifteen and "broke" I decided to work Saturdays and vacation days in the local department store in Watford… Clements. The only hitch to my big earning plan was that I was an American teenager and did not have a "work permit." How hard could it be? Several months, and many, many visits later to the Labor Board or whatever Ministry of whatever it was back then...I was issued the very first work permit ever issued to an American Dependent (they said!) allowing me to earn money and pay taxes.} 

^{Can you believe I worked in that department store for several years and my pay for a 40-hour workweek was...Two pounds, six shillings, and ninepence. (Remember we were at $2.80 to a pound?!) I did get a ten shilling a week raise my final year. I went back to Watford in 2000 and the store was still there! My paychecks are much better though! My job was as a junior clerk in the Hosiery Department. I especially remember we would take in nylon stockings and send them out for repairs of any "ladders!" Yes, ladies, we used to repair runs! Hard to believe. At the end of the day I would have to tally my sales for the day and give the total to the Head Supervisor. Can any of you remember how we used to add pounds, shillings, and pence? Start with the pennies, convert to shillings, carry over into the shillings and then convert to pounds and carry that into the pound column? What a nightmare at the end of the day.} 

^{Where were calculators when I needed them? And why didn't they let me have that July 4 holiday off when I asked? That was the best laugh when I asked for that particular day off! Yes, I ended up working. I still write to my best friend who lived several doors away from our first home in Croxley Green. She and her husband have been to the States to visit me also. We lived so far out on the bus route that I was the first one on and the last one off. I would catch the bus at 0640 in Croxley Green and would get to school just before it started...wasn't it 0900? I would get home around 1800. What long days those were. I rode the bus for two years then for my senior year I lived in the dorm and went home on weekends.} 

^{From Ken Robie (56) klrobie@att.net}

^{I looked at the excerpts from High Times and the last of it was sobering, and quite frankly I don't know what to think! Look at the last line closely in "what we will always remember"} 

^{Now as I recall, Mr. Dickinson taught us to pay attention to punctuation and to read for context. The list ended. Ken Robie's brain, Mr. Dickinson... With the retrospect of many years, perhaps we did not want to remember Ken Robie’s brain and Mr. Dickinson, but, perhaps, Ken Robie's brain WAS Mr. Dickinson. Now THAT causes some serious reflection! Can any of my classmates shed some light here?}