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NOTE: If anyone else would like to post a tribute to a classmate, send it to me and I'll post it. Dave Fuller kz1100man@sbcglobal.net JERRY EALES Jerry graduated from Marquette University where he attended while working and raising a family. He was married to fellow classmate Marion Dettman and had three daughters, one son, and 12 grandchildren. His work in Civil Engineering took him through the U.S. and to Saudi Arabia, Korea, and various Caribbean Islands, frequently to Jamaica to work with the mining industry and government archeologists. He had many creative interests: in fine woodworking, building furniture and crafting musical instruments; creative bread baking; singing and arranging music; and playing bluegrass banjo. He loved aviation, was a pilot, and volunteered as a technical counselor at the Experimental Aircraft Association (EAA) for many years and most notably built award-winning ultralight experimental aircraft. After a long history of heart disease, he died of a lung ailment in 2006. Marion (Dettman) Eales As the web master, I had the sad duty to add Jerry's picture to the gallery of departed classmates. We knew each other through Junior High and High School, and went to events, played poker, worked on cars, walked to school together with some other "regulars", and had many great Bull Sessions. He will be missed. Dave Fuller ______________________________________________________________ |
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Don Beringer gave a tribute to Rich Hernandez at the conclusion of the Saturday night festivities. This is his version: Mark Twain wrote a story about a Captain Sturmfield who rode a gigantic ship to heaven. Upon arriving at the gate, Sturmfield is asked by Saint Peter where he is from. “ California ,” the Captain said. “And where is that?” the keeper of the gate asked. “ America on planet earth… that little blinking light over there,” our traveler said. “Oh,” said Saint Peter, “up here that is known as planet Wart. You’ll have to go twenty Gates to the right…that’s where people from planet Wart enter.” So the Captain found the appropriate gate and as he entered, was bowled over by angels streaming out with torn robes, bent halos and broken harps. “Hey!” yelled the Captain, “What’s wrong? Why are you leaving?” The Captain grabbed one by the hem who paused just long enough to shout frantically: “All we have to do around here is sit on a cloud and play our harps…there’s Nothing else to do…it’s driving us crazy!” End of Story I want to change that ending to read that Captain Sturmfield enters heaven and sees an endless line of robed millions, each with hands on hips of those ahead of them, doing the Bunny Hop. And you know who is leading that host with his joyful spirit and energy? Richard Hernandez. If there is a place from which the departed voices of our classmates could speak, they would certainly say, “No sad remembrances, please. We’re just fine, and by the way, we got the better half of eternity because Rich is with us. If we assembled here are the bone and sinew of this class of 1958. Richard Hernandez was surely its heart. |
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Folks:
I got this sad e-mail from Micki (Hunter) Bender today. Hi Dave, Eva Ivanka Longbrake died Sept. 23 of breast cancer. Maybe you can post something on the website. She planned to come to the reunion but was just too sick to make the trip.
Eva moved with her parents and sister to this country from Hungary when she was in 5th grade. After graduation from WHS, she earned a degree from Carroll College in June of 1962 and married Dave Longbrake in August of that year. Eva and Dave moved to Berwyn, IL, then to FL, and lived most of their married life in Denver, CO. where Eva was an elementary school teacher. They raised two sons and a daughter. Eva was able to get to know and enjoy her first grandchild, born a few months ago.
One interesting and unusual interest of Eva's was fencing. She started participating in this sport while in high school and the interest continued through her adult life.
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