Greg was one of the most artistically talented people I've ever known. We were good friends in elementary school and spent the summers playing kickball and other games - in the street. He was a kind and fun-loving kid who gave me lots of wonderful childhood memories. I learned of his death when I got to our 25th reunion and felt so sad because he was one of the people I was most hoping to see.
Great guy. Greg and I both came from railroad families, but lived on opposite sides of town. Greg's home was in Juniata. He went to Keith. My home was in East End. Roosevelt.
Oddly, before we knew each other, as junior high school students, we would walk to downtown Altoona after school - to Gables or to Joe's Young Men's Shoppe (original store!) - and then take the bus home. We watied for the bus on opposite sides of the street (12th Ave & 14th St near the Cathedral).
We didn't know each other, but would see each other often from opposite sides of the street or in stores in town frequently. I would sit on the steps of a church on the corner there waiting for my bus home. He would be stand in his London Fog and Bostonian's waiting for his bus home. We dressed very similarly. I recall his crew cut back then.
Years later, separately, as our mom's drove us to AAHS summer band practice for the first time, I saw those Bostonian lace-up shoes step out from the car ahead of me. Could it be? It was him. Greg Schultz. We both played clarinet. I was first chair at Roosevelt. He was first chair Keith.
We became fast friends. We double dated. We read Playboy together and wished it was a catalogue we could choose from. One summer we read how lucky Jimmy Connors was to marry Playboy model Patti McGuire. I still have that issue. Our friendship lasted through our early adult lives.
Greg went to Notre Dame of-course. I went to PSU. Greg worked in Chicago. I worked in Indianapolis. Greg worked in an office on Madison near Central Park in NYC as an architect for designer to the stars Angelo Danghia. I worked in an office in Philadelphia on Arch Street for ConRail and lived in the Bucks County suburbs. We kept in touch. We visited each other.
Greg invited me to watch him perform in a night club in Manhattan in the early 1990's. He was proud of his transition to a singing career. It was a dark day when my mother and dad, who also became friends with his mom and dad because of our freinsdhip, called to inform me that Greg was found dead in his apartment in Manhattan. He died of a brain aneurism.
I still think of Greg often and tell this story.
Greg's art talent, as Marcia says (see above), was extraordinary.
He oil painted a 24 x 24 close up of Barbara Streisand in a riding bonnet that I will never forget. It was a perfect resemblance of the star and I remember when he showed the painting to me, on his parents porch.
I was very jealous that he could paint like that and knew that we were very lucky to know each other. Later that afternoon, I played baseball and hung out with other friends. Greg didn't.
Marcia Rose Fuoss
Greg was one of the most artistically talented people I've ever known. We were good friends in elementary school and spent the summers playing kickball and other games - in the street. He was a kind and fun-loving kid who gave me lots of wonderful childhood memories. I learned of his death when I got to our 25th reunion and felt so sad because he was one of the people I was most hoping to see.
Anthony Pincherri
Great guy. Greg and I both came from railroad families, but lived on opposite sides of town. Greg's home was in Juniata. He went to Keith. My home was in East End. Roosevelt.
Oddly, before we knew each other, as junior high school students, we would walk to downtown Altoona after school - to Gables or to Joe's Young Men's Shoppe (original store!) - and then take the bus home. We watied for the bus on opposite sides of the street (12th Ave & 14th St near the Cathedral).
We didn't know each other, but would see each other often from opposite sides of the street or in stores in town frequently. I would sit on the steps of a church on the corner there waiting for my bus home. He would be stand in his London Fog and Bostonian's waiting for his bus home. We dressed very similarly. I recall his crew cut back then.
Years later, separately, as our mom's drove us to AAHS summer band practice for the first time, I saw those Bostonian lace-up shoes step out from the car ahead of me. Could it be? It was him. Greg Schultz. We both played clarinet. I was first chair at Roosevelt. He was first chair Keith.
We became fast friends. We double dated. We read Playboy together and wished it was a catalogue we could choose from. One summer we read how lucky Jimmy Connors was to marry Playboy model Patti McGuire. I still have that issue. Our friendship lasted through our early adult lives.
Greg went to Notre Dame of-course. I went to PSU. Greg worked in Chicago. I worked in Indianapolis. Greg worked in an office on Madison near Central Park in NYC as an architect for designer to the stars Angelo Danghia. I worked in an office in Philadelphia on Arch Street for ConRail and lived in the Bucks County suburbs. We kept in touch. We visited each other.
Greg invited me to watch him perform in a night club in Manhattan in the early 1990's. He was proud of his transition to a singing career. It was a dark day when my mother and dad, who also became friends with his mom and dad because of our freinsdhip, called to inform me that Greg was found dead in his apartment in Manhattan. He died of a brain aneurism.
I still think of Greg often and tell this story.
Greg's art talent, as Marcia says (see above), was extraordinary.
He oil painted a 24 x 24 close up of Barbara Streisand in a riding bonnet that I will never forget. It was a perfect resemblance of the star and I remember when he showed the painting to me, on his parents porch.
I was very jealous that he could paint like that and knew that we were very lucky to know each other. Later that afternoon, I played baseball and hung out with other friends. Greg didn't.