The following was provide by Paul’s sister, Barbara.
Paul got his BS from Washington University, probably biochemistry, but I forget. He spent a few years doing research in the biochemistry department at U. of Missouri, and lived in the country, near Herman. For about 10 years, Paul was in a committed relationship, though not married, with Judith Jerome, who remains a close friend. He became very close with her 3 daughters, and remained close throughout his life. They are a permanent and beloved part of our family.
At some point, he moved out to Colorado, which is where I lived with my family, along with other close friends of both of us (including Bob Smith, from my class of 1963). Paul became business partners with Cam Powers (who was in your class for one year, I think), in a construction company. Cam sold Paul his interest, to pursue a career in music, and Paul converted the company to a concrete sawing company.
For 2 years (I forget exactly when, but it must have been before he moved here and joined the business), Paul led a medical relief team in the Sudan for Eritrean refugees. He later sponsored an Eritrean family to come to the U.S., gave the father a job in his business, and had the family (with 10 kids!) live with him. Paul lived in Boulder, Colorado at first, but later bought a home in Jamestown, about a half hour away, in the mountains.
For a while Paul was logistics coordinator for Outward Bound, Colorado. He was very close with my son Michael, who spent a couple of weeks with Paul at the OBC camp outside Silverton when he was 9.
Paul was outrageously bold, especially with outdoor activities. He dragged our whole family on outdoor adventures that were sometimes terrifying, always arduous, but always unforgettable. I am frequently reminded that my ability and willingness to take risks is due to Paul.
Paul and I shared the same best friends, and knew each other’s casual friends. One of the worst things after he died was realizing that I would make new friends who would never know my brother. The other was that for a long time, I’d keep thinking, when I heard something funny and/or interesting, that I must tell Paul, since he would be so amused/interested.
"Pitchin' Paul" we called him, and eventually just Pitch. That moniker came about from a football practice in which Paul made a tackle and got the worst of it. He got up swaying dizzily, i.e. pitching, back and forth and someone coined the name.
A good guy. He wrote the blurb on me for yearbook.
Kathy Ford and Merrill Rench will remember that at the 25th, the four of us sat outside by the pool and exchanged stories. Paul regaled us with a story of his former wife (I believe it was a former wife, forgive me if I'm wrong) who had become, in his words, a podiatric Christian, with the believers washing each others' feet. I laughed until my sides ached. Merrill later said of that get together that she simply did not want it to end. I'm so sorry that he won't be there for the 50th.
Bill Schoening
Died in 1996
The following was provide by Paul’s sister, Barbara.
Paul got his BS from Washington University, probably biochemistry, but I forget. He spent a few years doing research in the biochemistry department at U. of Missouri, and lived in the country, near Herman. For about 10 years, Paul was in a committed relationship, though not married, with Judith Jerome, who remains a close friend. He became very close with her 3 daughters, and remained close throughout his life. They are a permanent and beloved part of our family.
At some point, he moved out to Colorado, which is where I lived with my family, along with other close friends of both of us (including Bob Smith, from my class of 1963). Paul became business partners with Cam Powers (who was in your class for one year, I think), in a construction company. Cam sold Paul his interest, to pursue a career in music, and Paul converted the company to a concrete sawing company.
For 2 years (I forget exactly when, but it must have been before he moved here and joined the business), Paul led a medical relief team in the Sudan for Eritrean refugees. He later sponsored an Eritrean family to come to the U.S., gave the father a job in his business, and had the family (with 10 kids!) live with him. Paul lived in Boulder, Colorado at first, but later bought a home in Jamestown, about a half hour away, in the mountains.
For a while Paul was logistics coordinator for Outward Bound, Colorado. He was very close with my son Michael, who spent a couple of weeks with Paul at the OBC camp outside Silverton when he was 9.
Paul was outrageously bold, especially with outdoor activities. He dragged our whole family on outdoor adventures that were sometimes terrifying, always arduous, but always unforgettable. I am frequently reminded that my ability and willingness to take risks is due to Paul.
Paul and I shared the same best friends, and knew each other’s casual friends. One of the worst things after he died was realizing that I would make new friends who would never know my brother. The other was that for a long time, I’d keep thinking, when I heard something funny and/or interesting, that I must tell Paul, since he would be so amused/interested.
I adored my brother, and still cry over him.
Jerry Baird
"Pitchin' Paul" we called him, and eventually just Pitch. That moniker came about from a football practice in which Paul made a tackle and got the worst of it. He got up swaying dizzily, i.e. pitching, back and forth and someone coined the name.
A good guy. He wrote the blurb on me for yearbook.
Kathy Ford and Merrill Rench will remember that at the 25th, the four of us sat outside by the pool and exchanged stories. Paul regaled us with a story of his former wife (I believe it was a former wife, forgive me if I'm wrong) who had become, in his words, a podiatric Christian, with the believers washing each others' feet. I laughed until my sides ached. Merrill later said of that get together that she simply did not want it to end. I'm so sorry that he won't be there for the 50th.