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Earl remembers Carol as being in all his Havens classes. That's not the way I remember it. In the 6th grade, 4 girls from one or two of the other Havens classes (same grade) were transferred into Earl's and my class. The teachers and Mr. Brown (the principal) felt that Earl's and my class was a bit too shy, that we needed the vibrancy of Carol Christ, Carol Rose, and two others? Ginny McLeod? And who else? Those 4 girls lightened up our quiet class. I was so very excited!

But I had met Carol earlier because she lived around the corner from me. We first played together during a very rainy spell. The gutters were always flowing down Blair and Hillside. We made boats of out Sycamore leaves and popsicle sticks.

Carol and I climbed the large oak in the Crist's front yard, Carol leading the way. But my courage always failed when it was time to climb down. Luckily, these climbing adventures were on the weekends, when Mr. Crist was home. At least twice, maybe even 3 times. he had to help me out of the tree. I was very embarrassed that I hadn't learned how to do it like Carol did.

Carol and I started a sex club. We met in the large space over the Crist's garage. To join the club, you had to do 2 things: draw a picture of a naked person of the opposite sex, and then stand on the small platform and take off your pants. After initiation, we lost interest. So we started a church club, where we met with our Bibles. I had a lovely small metal cross that showed our change from the sex club to the church club. We lost interest in that too.

One summer between 7th and 8th grades, we group of girls got ahold of some  racy, sexy paperback. It could have been Lady Chatterly's Lover or something more contemporary. We were in the Crist's den looking for the sexy passages, which we would read aloud to one another. Suddenly, there were lots of boys from out class outside, listening in through the windows! I remember Den Howard and Larry Huddleson, but there were about 8 or more.

Many decades later, when Carol was married to Dr. Bob Charm, she invited me to the very grand hotel on Union Square to her daughter Terry's coming out party. What hotel was that? The one with the doorman in uniform? I wasn't going to the dance part, but just to the rooms they had rented where Terry changed into her white debutante dress. When I got there, Bob Charm was busy in an adjoining room getting dressed into his tuxedo. We waited with great anticipation to see his in a full tuxedo. When he finally emerged, he was wearing a pair of googly eye glasses, insisting he would wear these for Terry's debut. I was slightly appalled while Carol was doubled over with laughter. 

Carol, doubling over with laughter, is how I want to remember her.

Maryly Snow

Does anyone know how to reach Roger Champion? He might live in Hawaii now.
Does anyone know how to reach Randall Jarrell? She might be in Sacramento area.
I'm looking forward to seeing the 26 folks who are coming to my house tomorrow for a mini-reunion! Maryly

Sue,

Your gift as a writer gave us all such insight into Efale's spirit, creativity, and zest for life! Thank you for your beautifully crafted tribute. 

Susan (Korb) Johnston

I agree with Catherine. We've reached the time of apples falling from the trees. We're all getting pretty ripe.

I believe Jerry lived next door to the Piedmont Rec Center. I have a vague recollection of trying to get him to play tennis with me, maybe in the 5th to 7th grades. I also have a vague memory that the new courts and the pool were not in place, but that there might have been one court behind his house or the Rec Center. Maryly

Betsy, thank you for that nice summary of Marylynn. How wonderfully strange to become step-sisters in your adult life! Be well, Maryly Snow

Posted on: Sep 20, 2020 at 2:37 PM

Happy Birthday! I too want to thank you, and everyone else, for working so hard to have this website remain up. It is trully appreciated. We look forward to our 60th! As a radio slogan of our youth stated: "Good health to all from Rexall." Stay safe.
Darrol Stanley
dstanley@pepperdine.edu

I posted a short video on YouTube of myself explaining my Pandemic Paradox drawings. You might enjoy a 4 minute 19 second diversion...

It is with great sadness that I learned of the passing of Charles Cabrera. I met Chuck the first week of our 7th grade at Piedmont Junior High in September 1956. We remained good friends for over thirty years. We enjoyed many things together including our extensive travels in Europe. We both liked golf, and we played often. We also liked pizza, and many a meal was taken at our favorite pizzeria, Pizza Haven, which was next to the UC campus. Kingfish Pub was often visited as well, and it was a favorite place for him. Many a glass of beer was enjoyed there. In 1968, Chuck was my best man at my wedding to Carole Tait; this is now some 51 years ago as we celebrate that anniversary next week. We lost contact with each other in the early 1990s as I was working for Standard and Poor's and living in Europe. This is sad, but I do have all those many other years with a very special and good friend.

In his obituary, it was stated that he "was a gentleman out of central casting, known for his kindness to everyone he encountered." I totally agree. It also serves as a very good and lasting epitaph. RIP Chuck.

Darrol Stanley, Los Angeles, CA., January 26, 2019.

You're invited to my Open Studio this weekend and next in West Oakland. It's a terrific studio, there's lots to see and do.

The invitation is on my website at www.snowstudios.com (I can't post a PDF here). www.snowstudios.com

. 3016 filbert St at 30th St, 2 blocks west of 40th St at San Pablo Ave.

Steve was a trooper. I remember riding on the back of his scooter. He says we went to Moe's bookstore when we were still in high school. That seemed very adventuresome to me. He liked to expand his boundaries. I believe Steve died of complications from Parkinson's Disease. He had deep tissue brain stimulation to moderate the PD. I didn't realize that the probes are left in the brain. He came to my house for a small gathering about 3 or 4 years ago, walked in 3 little horns. When I had the nerve to ask him about his horns and his PD, he said in conclusion "It's been one helluva ride!" 

I too fondly remember Nancy; she was always a gracious and caring person. Darrol Stanley