Michael Coe (Coe) (1962)

Most of our reunions, starting in 1983, were held in the Washington, DC area.  Most of the local PAHS grads didn't attend,  so we began to move to Orlando, San Diego, and San Antonio to accomodate others.  Mickey Coe '62
 

Tom O'Keefe (1964)

Very early reunions were held in DC at a hotel on upper Connecticut Ave. in 67(?)  and '68 at Christmas break.  The cost of the bedroon, no meeting room, was $50 and we all chipped in.  Needless to say, it was crowded!  And a few spent the night there.  I was at Georgetown U and so went home.  Drinking age then was 18 and somehow the word got out about the party without cell phones, facebook, etc.  67w did we do it?  Any thoughts on another one?

Michael Moody (1966)

I only went to on reunion.  It was near Orlando and too near Disneyland.   It was held in a convention hall  with many of the folks there being of the older set.  I don't remember seeing anyone that I  remembered  from the Class of 66.   

As I wasn't able to connect with anyone I was close to,   I left a tad early and went to explore some rivers and swamps nearby.  I checked out some old school fish camps and the land my dad bought " sight unseen' a bit south between West Palm Beach and Lake Okeechobee.

He purchased it in the late 50's. .  It was/is still a swamp.  The developers dug canals for the big power boats and piled up the 'spoil' into long  high rows back from the canals.  The land immediately adjacent to the 'big ditches' and between the higher ground was flat and kept well mowed....     

Then the land/swamp was zoned to be and still is part of the flood control area to keep the wealthy land owners nearer the coast from being flooded.  I went down there to check it out.... using a canoe.  Awesome wet land with NO one anywhere near.  We still own it with taxes of around $70 a year.   A great place to camp and fish and ... evidently to hunt hogs.  Took the family there once after paddling the Silver River.  The float is a treat after leaving the crowded park.  FYI:  Tarzan films were made there.

Dave Burlin (1965)

Hi Tom  I was at a number of the DC events and helped plan a few / it was the Sheraton - Park. I also was at the Orlando event where I think I ran into Mike Moody.  The first post graduation reunion I attended, I seem to remember , was Don Nunes at a place ( maybe his parents) outside of DC along the Potomac.  Looking back, I too am amazed we were able to pull these off without all the electronics.  I think we were thrown out of the hotel at least once if not twice.

Tom O'Keefe (1964)

Yes, how did we connect?  Some sort of jumgle drums, I guess.  Even in Paris a lot of folks lacked phones.

Hi, Mike..  Only one reunion?  I seem to rember running into you twice,,,but?  We were on the Dutch rainy cycling trip in spring break 1962.  

Robert Dingeman (1964)

11/23/2025

In 1962 was on a French train to Frankfurt to fly to Berlin to see the Wall with Young Life. First plane flight. Very instructive and determinative for later life choices and course. One American kid  hitting a Vopo (Volk Polizei - border guard) with a PPSH 41 submachine in a partly cinder-blocked window with a slush ball was something.

Went back this August and stayed in a Hilton 3 blocks north of Checkpoint Charlie or inside  former East Berlin. All rebuilt, clean, rather non-Aryan, two demonstrations at Brandenberg gate, one by bikers wanting better accident indemnity & other by some vegan-types.   Later was noisy on Frederichstrasse. Just a music rave parade ...   (Rats)   No water cannons. No flying cobblestones or tear gas. Went to Sachenhausen concentratiom camp site and museum. Lest the world forget.

Also cruised around GB, Scotland, and Ireland with Normandy.  Usually not much of eater after CHICOM-Covid, but cruise food is fantastic. Be prepared for miserable wet weather in September. Last EU trip for this creaky boomer body.. At least one more Carribean with dad jokes in deck bars but done with ziplines and  jet skis.

E Plurbius Unum

Bart Bartlett (1957)

It has been a while since I visited the web site and posted so I thought I'd drop a note and see if there are any PAHS classmates from the class of 1957 still onboard. As many of you might know Barbara Walker (class of '67) and I married in 2010 and moved to San Antonio, TX in 2011 to get away from the cold and the snow. We are in good health, very happy and have wounderful friends and family. We are both very involved in the "other" brat organization - Overseas Brats where Barbara is the Vice president and I try to handle the hospitality suite.

Barbara and I are now fully retired and spend our time traveling, managing two brat organizations (with help of Mike Kanze), visiting family and enjoying Texas weather. After 26 years of active duty and more than 40 years as a government contractor I now consult with, coach and mentor small business owners looking to grow in the federal marketplace. Barbara is very busy managing Overseas Brats, being president of her women's philanthropic group and taking care of me, our dog and the garden.

If any Pirates are interested, we are holding the World Wide Gathering of Brats in Irving, Texas from 28 October to 01 Noverber 2026. Information on registration, hotel accomodations, agenda, activites and much more is available on the new website - overseasbrat1986.com. We would love to see a representation from PAHS there as I know there will be few who have already said they are going to attend. 

If any Pirates find themselves visiting San Antonio at anytime, please give a shout, we would love to meet up and find out how you are, where you have been and if you have been back to Paris. 

John (Jack) Florio (1966)

slight correction to Bart's post:  https://www.overseasbrats1986.com/

David VanWinkle (1962)

Anybody else ever treated at American Hospital of Paris, Neuilly sur Seine?  My sister was treated for a broken arm and I for strep throat  during Dad's 1958-1961 tour as MAAG NCO in American Embassy.  

Peter Sadow (1958)

Hi David,

My only recollection of the hospital you referenced is that my mother, Caroline Sadow, was treated there for Hepatitis C.  I do remember visiting her there.

Steve Arntz (1967)

I'm sad to report my sister, Chloe St. Clair, formerly Cathy Arntz, class of 1966, passed away January 2026. She was a longtime resident in Denver, CO. Among her fondest memories included her time at PAHS. She still talked about her classmates and favorite teachers, including Mr. Lee, toward the end of her life. May she rest in peace.

Chuck Lorimer (1968)

The first time I lived in France my Dad was stationed at Shape Headquarters in the late 1950's.  Had my tonsils removed at Rue Marbuef.

Lois Potter (1956)

We were in Paris from 1955 to 1958, when my father was stationed there, first at the American Hospital in Neuilly and then at the dispensary in Rue Marbeuf.  Anyone remember being seen by a Dr. Potter?  The American Library wasn't far from there.  

Barry McCloskey (1960)

When we first moved to Paris I learned that I had asthma.  Never had had any episodes anywhere else, or since.  Just in Paris.  And there were many times my dad would take me there at 3 in the morning to get an adrenalin shot to cure it (temporarily).  The good old days.

Otherwise, the best time of my coming-of-age life.

Carl Yorke (Yorke) (1970)

Hi Everyone,

I'm so grateful for this site, and I want to give big kudos to the admin and to whoever revised it recently. It's great!

I graduated from high school in Novato,California near Hamilton AFB in 1970. Ninth grade there was my ninth school. I left a trail of best friends behind in Sacramento, Paris, Pennsylvania, Arlington, and another place I can't remember. 

I also can't remember who my friends were in Paris, possibly because I was only 7 when we moved to Petite Beauregard in 1958. We left in 1962. We lived across the hall from the Sherwins, a Navy family I think. Maybe you were there in those years and you were older than me, but maybe you had younger siblings I may have been friends with. Please let me know.

More likely you knew my older brother or sister. Pete was in the class of 1965, and a Boy Scout. I went on some campouts with the troop even though I was too young. We went to a V2 site outside of Paris on one campout.

My sister, Karen, was in the class of 1967. I don't know much about what she did in Paris. 

I am very interested in recovering some names of possible friends from those days. Thanks in advance for your help. 

E. Franklin Dukes (1969)

@David Van Winkle: I don't think I've ever posted on this site, but your question about treatment at the American Hospital of Paris brought back a flood of memories.

On Dec. 16, 1963, when I was 12 years old, my parents took my 3 siblings and me from our home in Paris to Garmisch, Germany to ski. My third day of fearless skiing, wearing newly tightened bindings, I hit a patch of ice and suffered a grotesquely broken leg. A day later I landed in a hospital in Munich, in terrible pain, away from my family. One evening, a few days before Christmas, I heard the faintest sounds of music from somewhere in the hospital. An orderly told me that it was the world-famous Vienna Boys Choir, whose singing I had recently heard featured in a Disney movie (Almost Angels). To my delight, he promised me that they would be coming down our hallway! I became so excited as the angelic, ethereal sounds grew louder and the words more distinct. But the visit was not to be; I recall the bitter disappointment as the music simply faded away, without explanation, like so much else for me that winter.

This episode was a hallmark of my saga; I flew back to Paris with my leg unhealed and in constant pain, and spent a week at the American Hospital of Paris. I sharied a room with a soldier who was also a card sharp and who taught me to deal from the bottom of the deck, among other tricks. He and a female patient went AWOL before I left - quite an experience for a 12-year-old! As was spending Christmas in the hospital.

I again was moved, this time to the army hospital either in or near Orleans. This time I was in a ward - my 12-year-old self, a 15-year-old dependent, and all the rest of the ward made up of enlisted soldiers. After a week of continued intense pain, I was brought into the operating room, and told they were going to change my cast. I was quite suspicious, but relaxed as they wound the warm, wet plaster around my leg. That is, until the physician grabbed it firmly with both hands and rebroke the bones; no anesthesia, not even an aspirin. Things were different then! But that did the trick; the following night I was able to sleep for the first time without the intense pain, and two weeks later was discharged to finally go home. Home was in Parc du Château, in Louveciennes outside of Paris.

I was in a cast for five months, and then that September I was fooling around with a classmate in my eighth grade homeroom and re-broke the same leg, earning another three-month stay in the cast. No hospital stay this time, but I had a lengthy wait to get treated, which I was told was due to the corpsmen taking a long break to play basketball.

The broken legs and especially the missed Vienna Boys Choir became a family "sad story" of the Christmas season as my children were growing up, although the pain had long since passed. In fact, I enjoyed their anxious responses ("stop!" "no!") when I would pretend to start to tell the tale again as Christmas approached. 

That is, until one birthday, 43 years later, when the story changed. My daughter, in her first year at the college of William and Mary, sent me my present as a card. Inside were two tickets and the heading cut out from the college's promotional flyer: "If You Missed Them Once, Don't Miss Them Again"!!! Yes - the Vienna Boys Choir was coming to the United States and performing at her college! That invitation seemed written for me! It was a sublime if somewhat surreal pleasure to share with her the complete performance that I had missed so many years earlier. And they were brilliant! 

I don't recall the song that faintly echoed down the halls of that Munich hospital, but it might well have been "Es wird scho glei dumpa" ("It will soon be dark"). Certainly one portion of the song's lyrics seems appropriate for a child who longs for whatever may be missing during this season: 

"Forget now, oh little child
your worries, your sorrow,
that you must suffer there."

But for me that song, and the Vienna Boys Choir, no longer evoke pain, but joy. And the story affirms that the large miracles of recovery are sometimes possible, even as the small miracle of beautiful music may be retrieved anywhere.

Chuck Moody (1968)

I am sad to post that my brother, Michael Moody class of 1966, died last Thursday 4/30/26. He was a Great supporter of a clean environment and loved and worked on the rivers in Georgia.  In his spare time he like to dance.

David Dunn (1967)

Our first child, Tom, was born at the American Hospital in Paris on August 23, 1984. I was posted at the American Embassy at the time, as was Dave Hiley, class of '66.

Steve Arntz (1967)

Saw the post asking if anybody had been in the American Hospital in Paris. I had. Some may recall I ended up there as a result of a motorcycle accident. I was on my Honda driving home after school when a school bus driver in a long line of busses waved me on to pass his bus. As I passed it, a Russian, driving a German Volkswagen entered the road from a side street between the busses and hit me, an American, driving a Japanese motorcycle in Garches, France. (That's how the Accident de Circulation read in the newspaper.) That sent me and my motorcycle sliding on its side across the street and my passenger, Keven Carey, catapulting over my head onto the street. Adrenaline took over as I lifted up my motorcycle, put down the kick stand and went shouting after the VW driver. Some kids on the bus yelled out that blood was pouring from my ankle at which point I sat down on the street by the bus. Next thing I recall was Kevin and I ending up in the American Hospital of Paris. I was there just short of two weeks with my right foot elevated and in a cast. Kevin had to stay longer to get a skin graft on his knee. There we were, two 16 year-old boys talking about how cute our young, attending nurse from England was. When I was discharged, I reserved tuxedos for Kevin and me for the 1966 prom. On the day of the prom, I drove my repaired motorcycle back to the hospital with our tuxedos. Either I snuck Kevin out of the hospital or they agreed to release him. We took a taxi to the apartment across from the Eiffel Tower where my date, Fran Round, and her parents lived. Kevin's prom date was there as well. Fran's dad drove us across the bridge to the Eiffel Tower. Kevin had no problem mastering his crutches and all four of us had a great time taking taxis from one place to the next, including the Lido, after leaving the Eiffel Tower. The last taxi stop was back at the hospital to drop off Kevin and I drove home on my Honda motorcycle.

Michael Savuto (1968)

William Higgins posted about the bus ride from St Germain en Laye to PAHS. I looked forward to that ride every day. I remember there being some kind of "competition" related to the buses, at least among those of us who rode them. That ride became so indelibly written into my brain that it served as the road map for my getting back to our old apartment in St Germain when I returned some 20+ yrs later. So much about France that I miss. Good Times. Boy do I miss the baguettes, the croissants and pastries....., but the butter, oh, the butter....

Chuck Lorimer (1968)

Yes!  The Jambon,  A slab of ham,  lots of YELLOW butter on a Baguette. Excuie!

Gay Andrews (Ratley) (1969)

@ Steve Arntz, I was in that bus and saw your accident. I was on the right side of the bus and I saw the car pull out . I didn't know you but have always wondered how you both faired. After all these years it is still good to know everything turned out well for you. I also attended the prom on the Eiffel Torwer. I went with a Junior named George Smallfield. I was a freshman.and it really was a night to remember. that I tell my kids and now grandchildren, I have always been disappointed that there are no pictures in the 1966 yearbook just a page noting it. I would love it if someone could post some here. My family had just moved to Paris. We lived in a new apartment complex in Versailles with a few other American families. Dad was transferred to SHAPE Belguim where we lived until July 1969 when we returned stateside and he retired. You and others might be interested in knowing that the restraurant was disassembled in 1981 and shipped the the USA. It is now residing in New Orleans. But it looks like it's not in operation. Too bad, what a great reunion that would be.  https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-eiffel-tower-of-new-orleans-new-orleans-louisiana  

Steve Arntz (1967)

Gay, Thanks for your message and validating that my accident really did happen. Interestingly, I received  a check for 5,000 francs from the insurance company10 years later when I was in the Army at Ft. Riley, KS. It more than covered the cost to repair my motorcycle. I have no idea how they found me, but was certainly a pleasant surprise.  

I have returned several times to Paris. The last time was in Sep 2023. We considered eating at the Eiffel Tower, but our schedules were just too busy. There is restaurant on the first floor. I guess it replaced the one for our prom.

 Special time, indeed!

Michael Oberbeck (1967)

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I've had this ashtray since 1965. Don't smoke. Still, never got thrown away. Brings back memories for me.

Michael Coe (Coe) (1962)

I had an old PIMMS ashtray that I removed from a cafe on the Champs with John Goetz and threw it out when he died years ago.  God bless him.