I knew Chuckie from the time I was 3 or 4. We went to pre-school at The Children's Playhouse together! Chuckie was fun loving and caring. When cancer struck during his college years, it brought with it unexpected shock and saddness to friends and family.
To this day, whenever I hear one of the commercials on the air for Charles Schwab, I do NOT think of investments, I think of Chuckie.
Chuck and I were only casual acquaintances at WHHS. However, in December of 1967 (I think), I was flying back to California after visiting family for the Holidays in Cincy. I had my toddler, Kirsten, with me.
As luck would have it, Chuck and I sat together on the plane. It turned out to be the flight from hell due to stormy weather. The airlines was giving out free drinks; the flight kept being diverted to different cities. There was no good place to land.
Chuck kept me and my daughter entertained, playing with her on his lap!! What could have been a harrowing experience turned out to be almost enjoyable. I have thought about this flight many times during the years. Chuck was a great guy with a great smile!!
I remember sitting in the back row of Latin class with Chuck listening to the final game of the World Series on his transistor radio. Suddenly Bill Mazeroski hit the famous game / series ender and we broke out with a hearty cheer. Rosemarie Hope was our teacher and said...." Now that it is finally over let us get class back in order".
I got to know Chuckie in high school and spent some time at his house, even though we did not run in the same social circles at WHHS and our parents were in separate social circles. But we developed a friendship and I was shocked to learn of his death while I was away at college. He was, I believe, the first of our high school classmates to go and I have never forgotton him. Like others, he will always be, for me, the first and foremost Charles Schwab.
To set the record straight. Chuck had graduated from Miami University where he roomed with Jay Dunkelman, was in the insurance business and soon to be married when he passed away. He and Jay were my best guy friends!!!! Dee-Dee was and is my best friend.
Ricky Abraham (as I knew him in N. Avondale School) is right on the dates. I remember in 1971 or 1972 I was visiting my mother in NYC. Chucky was in the hospital, having already lost one leg to cancer and yet still hopeful and full of good spirit. He was engaged. Stupidly, I thought I wouldn't be able to handle seeing him so near death so I didn't go to see him. I sure would today if only it were now.
Like some others who have written, Chucky was also one of my very first playmates. Around the age of 5 or 6 we hid behind the couch in my family's den and he asked me to pull down my pants. I did it, and then I asked him to, too. I can still hear him say it now: "NO!! Do you think I'm crazy?!!"
What a sweet guy. When my father died in May 1957, Mr. B. (our beloved 6th grade teacher) had a hayride at his farm. Chucky and Mickey Miller were nice enough to ask me to dance repeatedly. I'll never know if their parents told them to.
Julie Shavzin (Cohen)
I knew Chuckie from the time I was 3 or 4. We went to pre-school at The Children's Playhouse together! Chuckie was fun loving and caring. When cancer struck during his college years, it brought with it unexpected shock and saddness to friends and family.
To this day, whenever I hear one of the commercials on the air for Charles Schwab, I do NOT think of investments, I think of Chuckie.
Anita Liebenow (Stevens)
Chuck and I were only casual acquaintances at WHHS. However, in December of 1967 (I think), I was flying back to California after visiting family for the Holidays in Cincy. I had my toddler, Kirsten, with me.
As luck would have it, Chuck and I sat together on the plane. It turned out to be the flight from hell due to stormy weather. The airlines was giving out free drinks; the flight kept being diverted to different cities. There was no good place to land.
Chuck kept me and my daughter entertained, playing with her on his lap!! What could have been a harrowing experience turned out to be almost enjoyable. I have thought about this flight many times during the years. Chuck was a great guy with a great smile!!
James F Brown
I remember sitting in the back row of Latin class with Chuck listening to the final game of the World Series on his transistor radio. Suddenly Bill Mazeroski hit the famous game / series ender and we broke out with a hearty cheer. Rosemarie Hope was our teacher and said...." Now that it is finally over let us get class back in order".
We had our priorities in order!!
Thomas R Trager
I got to know Chuckie in high school and spent some time at his house, even though we did not run in the same social circles at WHHS and our parents were in separate social circles. But we developed a friendship and I was shocked to learn of his death while I was away at college. He was, I believe, the first of our high school classmates to go and I have never forgotton him. Like others, he will always be, for me, the first and foremost Charles Schwab.
Richard M Abraham
To set the record straight. Chuck had graduated from Miami University where he roomed with Jay Dunkelman, was in the insurance business and soon to be married when he passed away. He and Jay were my best guy friends!!!! Dee-Dee was and is my best friend.
Dorothy (Dorie) Solinger
Ricky Abraham (as I knew him in N. Avondale School) is right on the dates. I remember in 1971 or 1972 I was visiting my mother in NYC. Chucky was in the hospital, having already lost one leg to cancer and yet still hopeful and full of good spirit. He was engaged. Stupidly, I thought I wouldn't be able to handle seeing him so near death so I didn't go to see him. I sure would today if only it were now.
Like some others who have written, Chucky was also one of my very first playmates. Around the age of 5 or 6 we hid behind the couch in my family's den and he asked me to pull down my pants. I did it, and then I asked him to, too. I can still hear him say it now: "NO!! Do you think I'm crazy?!!"
What a sweet guy. When my father died in May 1957, Mr. B. (our beloved 6th grade teacher) had a hayride at his farm. Chucky and Mickey Miller were nice enough to ask me to dance repeatedly. I'll never know if their parents told them to.