Walnut Hills High School
JOHN D. CAMPBELL
JOHN D.'s Latest Interactions
Hi Ron, I'm always glad to receive notice of your birthday because it recalls so many wonderful memories! Your magnificent smile is indelible! Your engaging personality and spirit are so vivid. Thanks for adding so much to so many lives.
Wishing you the Happiest Birthday possible.
John
Posted on: Nov 19, 2022 at 3:22 PM
Happy Birthday, Ron. Your smile and magnificent attitude are unforgettable!
John
My book "Investing Profitably: My Course For You" is now available on Amazon. You can read about it on my website www.johncampbell.finance. I spent my professional career at Goldman Sachs, being the Director of Private Client Investment for a decade. My book teaches a proven, straightforward strategy that will help you invest successfully. "Investing Profitably" would be a wonderful present for anyone.
Happy Birthday my dear friend. Your smile, energy, and enthusiasm are memorable! John Campbell
Marcia's comments about John Bard and his family prompted me to post my remarks at John's Memorial Service in Evanston, Illinois on November 14, 2013.
If you don't remember me, I moved to New Jersey in March of our Junior year.
I'm John Campbell. John and I were lifelong best friends. John was a great man. He was a gift to everyone in this sanctuary.
The most important part of John's life was his family. He deeply loved Bobbie. When he told me that he had met her at Northwestern, he said she was kind, generous and so much fun. When I met Bobbie, it was apparent that she embodied the values he prized; and he honored and cherished them in her forever.
Christie and Steve and Liz, you meant the world to him. And then his world of love expanded exponentially with his great embrace of his grandsons--Pete, Sam, Jack, Luke and Ryan. Boys, your grandfather told me often about each of you with so much love and happiness.
Now I want to tell you what John meant to me. From the day John and I met in the seventh grade, we were joined at the hip. I first met him in a Sunday School class in Cincinnati; the next day we were in the same homeroom class. We played football, basketball and baseball together on organized teams, in backyards, the golf course and on streets. We were in the same school fraternity and, after the seventh grade, we'd visit together in our homerooms every day before school. I'm sure I could count on one hand the number of days during all those school years that we were not together.
The most bonding of our experiences however, was our high school football team. When I'd miss a block, John, who was our fullback, would either run over the guy or scoot around him. You'll be interested to know that John still holds the record for the longest touchdown run, 95 yards, in Walnut Hills' history.
I must confess, we both had some problems with our fathers and we looked to our football coach (Dean Giacometti) for strength and guidance.When John was looking for a summer job, Coach told him to take his dad's lawnmower, knock on some doors, and then, do a great job. The upshot of this is that he cut grass for a senior executive of P&G, did his usual great job, and that man insisted that John join P&G after college. We all know where that led.
Our bond extended beyond the school year into the summers--hitch-hiking rides to Crosley Field to watch the Reds play and taking buses all over Cincinnati to play baseball in summer leagues.
Before entering Northwestern, I'll tell you something about John that you don't know--he declined a full scholarship to Harvard. What does that tell you about John? He was deeply committed to his Midwestern values of honesty, forthrightness and no frills.
Our great friendship continued throughout our lives. I was an usher in John and Bobbie's wedding in Princeton. My wife and I loved our times together over the decades in Chicago, Hilton Head, New Jersey and New York. The four of us were planning to have dinner in New York on December 11th. Our conversations were endless: families, careers, life changes, good times, tough times. John was always there.
Many people are not fortunate enough to have a lifelong best friend, and of those who do, none could have been more blessed than I. This is what he meant to me: steadfast, loyal, highly principled, deeply interested in my well-being, a rock of common sense and good judgment, and a sly sense of humor. John always said it like it was. For him, I will always be thankful.
