Claire Hall came to Bullard for his senior year from L.A., living with church friends. I’m sure not everybody knew who he was, being new to Fresno, but he had great smile and great sense of humor, smart guy who played guitar and was a fast runner, athletic, and good student. He made a few friends at Bullard, I was fortunate to be one of those. Claire was interested in people, was sincere, was genuinely concerned for others. I remember one day we were at the beach and there were some old people (I mean old old) out there, and he said hey I’m going to go talk to them. I was surprised, wondering what is this guy doing(!?). He went up to them unannounced and told them how nice it was that they were out there together. He just simply felt compelled to reach out to them. They thanked him. He was just friendly like that. … He was on our soccer team, I think I talked him into that adventure, and did well. He was always flirting with the acoustic guitar. (Later when I visited him in Reno he had become much more proficient on it.) After we left Bullard I went down to L.A. to visit him, he was working at an all-night medical clinic as the first-response guy there, in Torrance. He had a studio room in the back of the offices. We would watch Seymour on Friday night, one of those funny talk-over the lousy B horror movie guys, and would laugh our heads off. He lived in Redondo, later more in Long Beach/Orange County, we had fun times “looking for girls”, hanging out, just being kids basically. But he was a driven guy in the sense, and maybe “committed” is a better word, of wanting to go to medical school, as a great thing he just wanted to do. He figured he would do what it took to get there, and that is one reason he was working as the all-night responder person there. Later, he did in fact get into medical school in Reno, so moved there and had a good and respected medical practice, great nice wife, and lots of guitar playing. He always had a great sense of humor, grin, and love of life and funny things that happened. He was very well-liked by his patients, as evidenced not only by the nice things written about him after he passed away, but also the very notable good and sincere, humble and caring nature he always exhibited, just as he had on the beach that day down there with that old people he went up to, just out of the blue. This guy, Dr. Hall, was a REAL good person, a true gentleman, with not a selfish bone in his body.... The first guy to get up to give his seat on the bus to anyone else …. I truly miss him, and really wish I had had more contact with him. He definitely enriched my life, as he did with many, many others. I will always remember how much fun we had, how much he cared about people, and how much he lived and loved life as a great giver.
James Langford
Claire Hall came to Bullard for his senior year from L.A., living with church friends. I’m sure not everybody knew who he was, being new to Fresno, but he had great smile and great sense of humor, smart guy who played guitar and was a fast runner, athletic, and good student. He made a few friends at Bullard, I was fortunate to be one of those. Claire was interested in people, was sincere, was genuinely concerned for others. I remember one day we were at the beach and there were some old people (I mean old old) out there, and he said hey I’m going to go talk to them. I was surprised, wondering what is this guy doing(!?). He went up to them unannounced and told them how nice it was that they were out there together. He just simply felt compelled to reach out to them. They thanked him. He was just friendly like that. … He was on our soccer team, I think I talked him into that adventure, and did well. He was always flirting with the acoustic guitar. (Later when I visited him in Reno he had become much more proficient on it.) After we left Bullard I went down to L.A. to visit him, he was working at an all-night medical clinic as the first-response guy there, in Torrance. He had a studio room in the back of the offices. We would watch Seymour on Friday night, one of those funny talk-over the lousy B horror movie guys, and would laugh our heads off. He lived in Redondo, later more in Long Beach/Orange County, we had fun times “looking for girls”, hanging out, just being kids basically. But he was a driven guy in the sense, and maybe “committed” is a better word, of wanting to go to medical school, as a great thing he just wanted to do. He figured he would do what it took to get there, and that is one reason he was working as the all-night responder person there. Later, he did in fact get into medical school in Reno, so moved there and had a good and respected medical practice, great nice wife, and lots of guitar playing. He always had a great sense of humor, grin, and love of life and funny things that happened. He was very well-liked by his patients, as evidenced not only by the nice things written about him after he passed away, but also the very notable good and sincere, humble and caring nature he always exhibited, just as he had on the beach that day down there with that old people he went up to, just out of the blue. This guy, Dr. Hall, was a REAL good person, a true gentleman, with not a selfish bone in his body.... The first guy to get up to give his seat on the bus to anyone else …. I truly miss him, and really wish I had had more contact with him. He definitely enriched my life, as he did with many, many others. I will always remember how much fun we had, how much he cared about people, and how much he lived and loved life as a great giver.