The November issue held quite a surprise on
page 10. The memories of the 1959 Senior 
Class Trip to Rome, mentioned Sandra Pillit. 
The very next letter was from Judy Ross 
Dunkle. Both girls were my roommates on 
the trip by ship to England in the summer of 
1957.

It was claimed that we had traveled on the 
same ship that delivered Elvis to Germany,
only not on the same trip. We three even
managed to ride bus 113 together for a few
months before Judy moved to Wiesbaden.
A year later I spent about a week with Judy
in Wiesbaden while preparing for
participation in an international Girl
Guides/Girl Scouts event.

Judy Senn's name keeps coming up. Her
father and mine worked for the same Army
organization not far from Selfridges in
downtown London. She was about the first
teen I was introduced to in England.
I remember when I visited her home there
was a metal London transport sign hanging
in her bedroom that she and another Bushy
student had somehow managed to remove
from a tube station. I was truly amazed. I
want to say it was Ed Noce who had
something to do with that little caper, but I
am not sure.

In the summer of 1959, I, along with quite a
few others from Bushy Park, worked as staff
at Camp Mohawk near Salisbury. Carol
Eckels Willburn gave me copies of two
great pictures from that camp after our
gathering in Shreveport last February. I
tried to contact Carol by e-mail with no
luck. The pictures should jog lots of
memories, but if Carol can be reached
perhaps she should have a say in how or if
they are used. I can scan them if need be.
It would be great to identify everyone and I
cannot.

Does anyone remember attending a summer
camp for USAF dependents near
Stonehenge? I recall spending two weeks in
four man tents, probably during the summer
of 1957. I've no doubt sending me there was
my parents' idea: My idea of "roughing it" is
a room in a three star hotel two floors away
from an ice machine.

The weather was miserable, wet and chilly,
raining perhaps two days out of three. The
rain kept us in our tents reading comic books
by candlelight, and we had to buy the
candles at the camp store which was open
for only a few hours each afternoon. I
quickly realized that a candle in hand in the
morning was worth more than a candle in
the store at the end of the day.

After this inspiration, I made sure I was first
in line for the store that afternoon and let
people go ahead of me one at a time until the
next batch of candles arrived. The last guy
I'd let in bought two candles, and I then
bought every candle the store had left. I
made quite a few bucks (and, no doubt, very
few friends) selling those candles to my
fellow campers for three or four times the
store price. (Someone probably complained,
because the next day the store limited
individual candle purchases to five.)

I was probably the only camper who came
home with more money than he had when
camp started. I suppose the miracle was that
I was still alive to go home.

Bill had met Eric on the London Reunion
trip. Eric's lovely daughter also joined us at
the party for a while. His wife was enroute,
but never made it due to a massive DC
traffic jam. After an hour of that, she just
turned around and went home! (Don't blame
her...if you've ever experienced a DC traffic
jam, you know what I mean!)

I really enjoyed getting to meet most of
Bill's children, their spouses and his
numerous grandchildren (with one more due
any day). Talk about a big clan!! It was
great! Everyone was so welcoming and
what great senses of humor...just like Dad!!

I found a box of English Party "Crackers"
and took them with me...we all had fun
"popping" them, donning the paper hats and
playing with the silly games that came out of
them. Brought back a lot of old memories.

We had hoped that Celeste Plitouke
Brodigan ('57) would be able to join us...but
she had made a prior commitment that lasted
too long for her to come join the party. She
was missed.

I live in Chandler, Arizona, am married with
two children and two grand children.
Retired from the Army many years ago,
spent nine years in the Pacific with multiple
tours in Vietnam. Was Deputy Director of
Real Estate for the State of Arizona for 5
years, then Joan (Mardesich) Middlebrook
(56) and I worked as Securities Brokers in
San Diego until she died. I retired and
remarried after her death. Am, I think, in
good health, still have most of my hair,
although I've added about 70 pounds since
my skinny high school days.

Thanks again for all the info...wish Joan was
here to enjoy some reconnects....

In this issue we are looking for those we
have not found from the Class of 1961.
Some of these may have been found and we
are not aware of it. If you know where any
of them are please let us know.