My sweet, funny, loving husband died on September 2, 1996. He was a devoted and wonderful father to our Ben and Jason. He was also a much beloved family physician who practiced medicine in Boulder, CO from 1978 until his sudden death in 1996.
I knew Billy Salter when we were at the Ward School together. As noted, we all played baseball every morning. I think that it was almost still dark when we arrived at the Ward School field, and we played until they rang the bell for class. This was all before there were any professional football teams in Boston; the Red Sox were all that we had. Bill was among the first to arrive every morning, although I always felt that it was less for the exercise and more because he liked to be with people. We were the original boys of Summer, and some of my fondest memories were of those days, sitting on the grass, waiting for a turn at bat.
By junior high, our interests had changed some how. Perhaps it was the pressure of academics; I really don't know. Occasionally there was touch football at Boston College, which was near where Billy lived. By the time we arrived at Newton High, we never saw each other again. Fifty years ago this month, I sat under a tree on Walnut Street, in front of building three, with Billy Salter. We both wondered how we could be at the same school for three years and never even see one another. We were both determined to have a reunion some time in the future. Bill was going to Medford, if memory serves, and I was headed for New York. We were young and didn't yet know that life is a series of unfinished episodes. This would be just one more. We are having a fiftieth reunion, and I will see some old friends and some people who I never really met. The school was just too big. But my promise of a reunion with Bill will never happen. I will think of him and those days at Ward School playground, so long ago. Bob Kaplan
Gayle Purple (Hutcherson)
My favorite buddy from home room! Bill was fun, really intelligent, kind. Miss you, buddy!
John Levy
Billy and I were friends from elementary school, but never kept up after that.
Carol Miranda (Salter)
My sweet, funny, loving husband died on September 2, 1996. He was a devoted and wonderful father to our Ben and Jason. He was also a much beloved family physician who practiced medicine in Boulder, CO from 1978 until his sudden death in 1996.
Jay Hollis
Billy was a great guy. I remember playing softball with him at the Ward School early in the morning before school started
Robert Kaplan
I knew Billy Salter when we were at the Ward School together. As noted, we all played baseball every morning. I think that it was almost still dark when we arrived at the Ward School field, and we played until they rang the bell for class. This was all before there were any professional football teams in Boston; the Red Sox were all that we had. Bill was among the first to arrive every morning, although I always felt that it was less for the exercise and more because he liked to be with people. We were the original boys of Summer, and some of my fondest memories were of those days, sitting on the grass, waiting for a turn at bat.
By junior high, our interests had changed some how. Perhaps it was the pressure of academics; I really don't know. Occasionally there was touch football at Boston College, which was near where Billy lived. By the time we arrived at Newton High, we never saw each other again. Fifty years ago this month, I sat under a tree on Walnut Street, in front of building three, with Billy Salter. We both wondered how we could be at the same school for three years and never even see one another. We were both determined to have a reunion some time in the future. Bill was going to Medford, if memory serves, and I was headed for New York. We were young and didn't yet know that life is a series of unfinished episodes. This would be just one more. We are having a fiftieth reunion, and I will see some old friends and some people who I never really met. The school was just too big. But my promise of a reunion with Bill will never happen. I will think of him and those days at Ward School playground, so long ago. Bob Kaplan