My first experience bird watching was with Tim Smock. We went out only two or three times, once with his mother. Being outdoors and appreciating the amazing creatures you come across is how I'll remember Tim.
I'm horrid with names but I believe Tim sat next to me - back row Lab side corner - of Mr. Granholm's College Chemistry. Can anyone confirm? I remember "Tim" saying to the affect "I didn't take a class photo - if someone can't remember me without it, then too bad." We barely spoke [me insanely shy] but I will always remember the brief snarky one liners we had.
I hadn't realized Tim passed. If anyone has additional information I would appreciate knowing.
Victoria G (Hinckley)... Yes that was Tim sitting next to you in Mr. Grandholms College Chem class. I was sitting between John Wood and Tim... in front of Tim for the first quarter fall 70 before i left school early. I also have the fondest memories of Tims sharp humour asides and shared tender moments particularly in this class.
As far as Tim Smock is concerned, Cubberley was only the beginning of a much longer friendship. Actually, I even knew Tim at Wilbur Jr High where we were in McGilvray’s drama class. Wow, that’s long ago.
Already in Cubberley, I began wearing "different hats". On the one hand, I was in the Mr-Buck-drama-department universe, trying to act in plays and musicals with Greg Sagar, Kali Robson, George Neil and Buzz Massahos. We formed a little improvisation club with George Neil, Karen Friburg, Brooke Walter, Mike, Tim and I, meeting after school at our different homes and listening to records.
On the other hand, I hung out with the "nerds" in the Chess club, which met always over lunch and which was headed by our dear Teacher Tom Stamper. The little clubs sponsored by Cubberley were not only a meeting place to pass (or kill) time if home was too far away to reach home during lunch break. In retrospect, I realize they were crucibles where long-term relationships were conceived and interests nurtured. Whether it was chess, soccer, debate or wrestling, these extra-curriculars shaped the student’s characters in ways unfathomable to us at the time. Through Tim I discovered my interest in history and philosophy. We would read books parallel together, mostly Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf, Narcissus and Goldmund and Siddartha. Michael Marks and Tim and I were buddies at the club and from there we embarked on many adventures: once Michael and I, as soon as we got our California driver licenses, drove one night all the way to Big Sur and back, smoking cigars. We couldn't grow up fast enough. The three of us went camping a lot, e.g. Pt Reyes.
Tim was an avowed adventurer. Next to birdwatching at 4:00 a.m., Tim and I went hitchhiking one summer up the West Coast a la Kerouac, staying at the Shiloh Christian Commune in Eugene Oregon, picking beans to earn money. Later in college days, Tim and Mike came and stayed with me in Switzerland. There were many other stories I won't go into here. (I’ll post a photo over at the gallery).
Tim was a bold, witty and humorous philosopher, sharp as a whip and a generous friend.
Steve Leonard
My first experience bird watching was with Tim Smock. We went out only two or three times, once with his mother. Being outdoors and appreciating the amazing creatures you come across is how I'll remember Tim.
Victoria Gairaud (Hinkley)
I'm horrid with names but I believe Tim sat next to me - back row Lab side corner - of Mr. Granholm's College Chemistry. Can anyone confirm? I remember "Tim" saying to the affect "I didn't take a class photo - if someone can't remember me without it, then too bad." We barely spoke [me insanely shy] but I will always remember the brief snarky one liners we had.
LauraLee Wells (Wells)
I hadn't realized Tim passed. If anyone has additional informationI would appreciate knowing.
Victoria G (Hinckley)...
Yes that was Tim sitting next to you in Mr. Grandholms College Chem class. I was sitting between John Wood and Tim... in front of Tim for the first quarter fall 70 before i left school early.
I also have the fondest memories of Tims sharp humour asides and shared tender moments particularly in this class.
Victoria Gairaud (Hinkley)
Awwww ... sweet memories. And thank you. So you were across from Kathy Bryan. Now I've got to dig out the yearbook to find you ;)
Jeff Littman
As far as Tim Smock is concerned, Cubberley was only the beginning of a much longer friendship. Actually, I even knew Tim at Wilbur Jr High where we were in McGilvray’s drama class. Wow, that’s long ago.
Already in Cubberley, I began wearing "different hats". On the one hand, I was in the Mr-Buck-drama-department universe, trying to act in plays and musicals with Greg Sagar, Kali Robson, George Neil and Buzz Massahos. We formed a little improvisation club with George Neil, Karen Friburg, Brooke Walter, Mike, Tim and I, meeting after school at our different homes and listening to records.
On the other hand, I hung out with the "nerds" in the Chess club, which met always over lunch and which was headed by our dear Teacher Tom Stamper. The little clubs sponsored by Cubberley were not only a meeting place to pass (or kill) time if home was too far away to reach home during lunch break. In retrospect, I realize they were crucibles where long-term relationships were conceived and interests nurtured. Whether it was chess, soccer, debate or wrestling, these extra-curriculars shaped the student’s characters in ways unfathomable to us at the time. Through Tim I discovered my interest in history and philosophy. We would read books parallel together, mostly Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf, Narcissus and Goldmund and Siddartha. Michael Marks and Tim and I were buddies at the club and from there we embarked on many adventures: once Michael and I, as soon as we got our California driver licenses, drove one night all the way to Big Sur and back, smoking cigars. We couldn't grow up fast enough. The three of us went camping a lot, e.g. Pt Reyes.
Tim was an avowed adventurer. Next to birdwatching at 4:00 a.m., Tim and I went hitchhiking one summer up the West Coast a la Kerouac, staying at the Shiloh Christian Commune in Eugene Oregon, picking beans to earn money. Later in college days, Tim and Mike came and stayed with me in Switzerland. There were many other stories I won't go into here. (I’ll post a photo over at the gallery).
Tim was a bold, witty and humorous philosopher, sharp as a whip and a generous friend.
Contributed by Jeffrey Day