Wendy will be missed by all who knew her.  I did not get to know her until after she moved to San Francisco some decades ago.  I was also living in San Francisco.  John Fernstrom, a fellow graduate, introduced me to California summer of 1964, driving his late 1950s Corvette to that great state, ending up, seven years later, living there for 50 years.  John called me telling me that Wendy was living in San Francisco and would I look her up and check her out for him.  He had a enduring interest in her.  I had lunch with Wendy, later calling John telling him she retained her figure, beauty and intelligence, as if she never left high school.  Not long after the two reunited and married.  Vists to Tuscon and San Francisco kept us in touch until John's death.

Posted on: Jul 21, 2026 at 4:30 PM

Hi , i am writing happy birthday (july 21 2026) and I hope you are doing well. (I looked at previous message somewhere and saw something about a “health matter” which I hope is resolved.!! (All these forums are confusing, anyway) schlesinger.toni@gmail.com

Happy early birthday

Posted on: Jun 05, 2026 at 12:26 PM

Hi, birthday! Joyous i suspect

Happy birthday

Rex, as he was known at Willard Elementary School, was a good friend of mine.  My first memory of him was telling me to run the outdoor drinking faucet a bit before drinking to allow some settled bacteria to escape before drinking.  He was always smart.  His mother organized the Cub Scouts in the basement of their Hartzell Street house.  I was a regular with creative projects of building and art.  The best was lining up a box of wooden matches so the igniter ends were all on one side, taking them out doors and firing them up, with a great blast and huge puff of smoke.  These now darkened match sticks were used to create miniature frontier forts on a wooden platform.  Rex had an older brother who sold me the best in the neighborhood soap box racer, a heavyweight wooden frame with large narrow wheels.  I would push is up the small hills at the end of Central Street and coast for several blocks.  Later, I installed a sail on this contraption and wind power glided me through parts of North East Evanston. As Rex said, he lost his Rex name to Ray and 100 pounds, living in Northern California.  We talked occasionally, me attempting to convince him to attend a reunion.  He and his mother left a mark on my life.

Rex, as he was known at Willard Elementary School, was a good friend of mine.  My first memory of him was telling me to run the outdoor drinking faucet a bit before drinking to allow some settled bacteria to escape before drinking.  He was always smart.  His mother organized the Cub Scouts in the basement of their Hartzell Street house.  I was a regular with creative projects of building and art.  The best was lining up a box of wooden matches so the igniter ends were all on one side, taking them out doors and firing them up, with a great blast and huge puff of smoke.  These now darkened match sticks were used to create miniature frontier forts on a wooden platform.  Rex had an older brother who sold me the best in the neighborhood soap box racer, a heavyweight wooden frame with large narrow wheels.  I would push is up the small hills at the end of Central Street and coast for several blocks.  Later, I installed a sail on this contraption and wind power glided me through parts of North West Evanston. As Rex said, he lost his Rex name to Ray and 100 pounds, living in Northern California.  We talked occasionally, me attempting to convince him to attend a reunion.  He and his mother left a mark on my life.