Pat was a member of the Class of 1970 and was brutally murdered for ransom and buried alive before his graduation. He had attended Graded his whole life.
The recovery of his body was on graphic display in the local paper. Sadly,this a memory I still have not shaken.
His dad was with the Swift Company, I believe.
My only memories of Pat were of a quite,chess player. He was not the type one would have guessed such a violent death.
I rode school bus #8, the same bus as Pat Dolan. I remember him as a quiet, nice and happy kind of guy. But one day when the school bus made its routine stop for Pat, he wasn't there. As unusual as this seemed, i would have never guessed what was happening to Pat that AM. This was the most shocking, traumatic incident for me during my entire attendanced at Graded and still to this day. I think about him often, he is in my prayers...
I remember Pat as a quiet, friendly young man. I'll never forget a bus ride I took with him - it was the late after school run - he and I were about the only ones on it. We talked and passed the time together. I remember thinking that he was a person I wanted to get to know better. Shortly after that day, we were called into the auditorium and Mr. Mathias told us what had happened to him. I will never forget the saddness of that moment and the impact on me and the student body. I will always regret not having had the opportunity to get to know him better.
Pat and I rode the same school bus from Chacara Flora. My senior year, when he was a sophomore, we often sat together. I remember talking about the Mamas and the Papas and their song California Dreaming. Why that stuck in my mind, I don't know, but it did. Two years later while in college in New York I read about his death in the New York Times. It haunts me still. Jan
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Marilyn Martin (Parver) (1970)
Pat was a member of the Class of 1970 and was brutally murdered for ransom and buried alive before his graduation.He had attended Graded his whole life.
The recovery of his body was on graphic display in the local paper. Sadly,this a memory I still have not shaken.
His dad was with the Swift Company, I believe.
My only memories of Pat were of a quite,chess player. He was not the type one would have guessed such a violent death.
Jill Bunge (1969)
I rode school bus #8, the same bus as Pat Dolan. I remember him as a quiet, nice and happy kind of guy. But one day when the school bus made its routine stop for Pat, he wasn't there. As unusual as this seemed, i would have never guessed what was happening to Pat that AM. This was the most shocking, traumatic incident for me during my entire attendanced at Graded and still to this day. I think about him often, he is in my prayers...Jill Bunge
Charles Hannabarger (1972)
I remember Pat as a quiet, friendly young man. I'll never forget a bus ride I took with him - it was the late after school run - he and I were about the only ones on it. We talked and passed the time together. I remember thinking that he was a person I wanted to get to know better. Shortly after that day, we were called into the auditorium and Mr. Mathias told us what had happened to him. I will never forget the saddness of that moment and the impact on me and the student body. I will always regret not having had the opportunity to get to know him better.Jan Huseby (Huseby) (1968)
Pat and I rode the same school bus from Chacara Flora. My senior year, when he was a sophomore, we often sat together. I remember talking about the Mamas and the Papas and their song California Dreaming. Why that stuck in my mind, I don't know, but it did. Two years later while in college in New York I read about his death in the New York Times. It haunts me still. Jan