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David Beebe

The following is from a letter David wrote to Jennifer Blank while in Peru. This tells best, what kind of person David was."Against My Will, All About Me"Born, May 29, 1953: Gemini Place: Hudson, New York; Columbia County My eyes change color from blue to gray to green, and I can see quite well in the dark. My hair occasionally varies in length, but never color (dark blond). I like bell-bottoms, wide belts and long collared shirts.I live in a family neighborhood, surrounded by Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and Grandparents. My immediate family is six, Mother, Father, Me (17), Dick (15), Mark (11), Nick (9). My Mother is a secretary and my brother, Dick, works on my Grandfather’s farm a lot. I like to work with my hands with my father. He says I would make a good carpenter - that’s what he is, a General Contractor. When I come home with my father after a hot summer day of hard work, we go swimming in my Grandfather’s deep, beautiful pond. I sail my little sailboat on it, and there is a monster bass in there I’m going to catch some day.I like to draw, read, build models, race slot cars, fly model rockets, being with friends, loud rock music and school dances. I write science fiction and an occasional poem. I like to satirize school events for our school newspaper, of which I am music and fiction editor. I’m no hero, but do my best and come out successful at whatever I’ve tried. I like to swim and dive. I was on Varsity Baseball and Cross Country track in 9th grade, Junior Varsity Baseball in 10th, Varsity Soccer in 11th. I have a pet cat, and a small turtle in a fishbowl.Sometimes I sit on the lawn and watch the moon and Mars and Venus for hours. I have a large collection of old bottles that I keep adding to. I bought and re-finished my antique bed.Well, here I am Jennifer, you’d better keep this - someday when I am a famous writer you can be my official biographer. I probably sound like a big brag, I probably am. Anyway, most of me is here.ONLY THENby David Beebe Play me a happy song, Only then could I say Everyone’s wrong; it’s never here forever, but bright blindness makes it so And forever is only as long As we’re here So it is, until one goes and Can’t Come Back Yes, it is and will be But not for me. BRIDGE SITTER by David Beebe Here I sit, an isolated soul by the roadside, sitting on abridge; Wish I knew why -Perhaps it is the loner in me. The water rushes by endlessly, And it is like a life I have known. Turbulence, smoothness, speed, calm; All have known my presence and I am so very tired. People on a picnic near me, And little children play their running games. I want to scream Stop! At them -Don’t you know you have to grow up? A cricket chirps and doesn’t know why .He is so insignificant - and yet he is here. We think Man is so important and Significant, but we have to know why -Why are we here? This excerpt is from the essay that David wrote as part of his exchange application: There are several values that I consider to be very important in life. One of them is to be the best possible person I can, Another is to respect and obey the law, and recognize the rights of others. Another is to help those less fortunate than I, and to strive for and attain the pinnacle of success in my chosen profession. Personally I hope to gain several things from this trip. One is to fulfill an aching desire to see the homeland of the Incas. Another is the fact that I will have had the opportunity to observe another culture; and the third would be the pride I would have in knowing that I was chosen to represent my country.

David Lewis Blackmar

School: Stissing Mountain Jr. - Sr. High School Town: Pine Plains, New York Date of Birth: May 3, 1951 Parents: Allan F. Blackmar Mary E. Blackmar How does one write the biography of a nineteen year old? How many experiences can the youth have had in such a short time? I think David’s father said it best soon after the tragedy, "At least we can take consolation in that he lived life to the fullest while he was here He was doing what he wanted and was with his friends when he left us."An early recollection of David would have to be that he was not a likely candidate for a child beauty contest, not much different from other kids but, a gawky, rather uncoordinated kid with bright red hair. He, in fact, had to put up with the nickname of "Howdy Doody." His pre-teen age awkwardness left and he emerged into a handsome young man. As he was about to enter his senior year of high school, David was a year older than his classmates, the result of difficulties in earlier years that required him to repeat a class. In time, he won out over his problems and was well on his way to graduation and application towards a higher education. One of David’s major problems in school was spelling. One can still chuckle with a lump in his throat as he reads one of David’s last letters from Peru with its mangled spelling. David excelled in far more areas than those in which he was lacking. He had the distinction of being president of his class both during his Sophomore and Junior years. He was a leader in class projects. His home was a meeting place for classmates and friends. He was an avid skier; and skiing, like many hobbies, can be expensive. His parents encouraged such activities but David learned early that he could have anything within reason if he wanted to work for it. He was a soda clerk in the local drug store nights and week-ends. (The only drug-store, as Pine Plains is a community of about 1,800). In order to use the family car he footed the bill for the insurance and contributed for gas, etc. He paid for his own ski equipment and his winter weekend ski trips. One of his first work-save campaigns was to finance an Easter trip to Puerto Rico with a group from the First United Presbyterian Church. Perhaps this very perseverance contributed to the chain of events. He worked and saved for a year so that he might apply for the Exchange Program. He made application but was turned down. He was heartbroken, but immediately re-applied and was accepted just prior to the departure date. Another quality of David Blackmar was that with him there was no "generation gap" as seems to be fashionable. David wasn’t a "square" as his peers would attest but he didn’t "know everything" either. He was a ware that his parents and others more experienced knew more than he and that he could learn from them. He was respectful to his teachers. He wore his hair just a little long and any time he was admonished to see the barber he obeyed. One of the first pictures received after the tragedy was one with some friends and it appeared that he might have the beginnings of a moustache. We can only wonder if he would have shaved it off before coming home or if he would have faced the inevitable kidding if he didn’t. A lot more could be written about what David might have been. He probably would have gone to college, settled down to a career, married and raised a fine family. One thing is certain - he made his mark on those he left behind, as he would have on those he encountered, had he lived. Perhaps the best summary of the life of David Lewis Blackmar was contained in the words of the headlines of the county newspaper describing the tragedy and referring that several victims were from this area: "THEY WERE THE BEST THE TOWNS HAD TO OFFER."THERE ARE GAINS FOR ALL OUR LOSSES There are gains for all our losses -There are balms for all our pain; But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger and better, Under manhood’s sterner reign; Still we feel that something sweet Followed youth, with flying feet, And will never come again. Something beautiful has vanished, And we sigh for it in vain; We behold it everywhere, On the earth, and in the air, But it never comes again.

Jennifer Eileen Blank

School: Savona Central School. Village: Savon, New York Date of Birth: February 24, 1953 Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Basil C. Blank. Eric Segal said it first, but it is true. What do you say about a girl who died at seventeen: She had so little time - not even time enough to reach the first of the few milestones in life - her high school graduation. She had only enough time to be a happy, loving child and to hold forth the promise of beauty and grace as she stood in the doorway of womanhood. Jennifer Eileen Blank was the first born; following Jeffrey Basil. Jennifer inherited blue eyes, blonde hair and a strong body. Jennifer was a country child, allowed the freedom of fields and hills to explore, to wonder, to learn. She spent much time at her grandpartents’ farm, where she learned first hand about the mysteries of life and death through her animal friends. In fourth grade she learned to play the clarinet and in fifth grade, she was a member of both the marching and concert band. In high school she became even more active. She was chosen treasurer of the band. She joined the high school Senior Chorus and was chosen to sing in the All County Chorus, She was always caught up in the excitement of school activities. She joined the staff of the yearbook, "Anoas," and moved upward from typing staff to Layout Editor and had been chosen editor for senior year. She also found time to be photographer and treasurer of the school paper, "The Inspot." Jennifer’s classmates made use of her dependability and resourcefulness. They elected her treasurer of the class for 3 consecutive years, made her chairman of their biggest money-raising effort- a magazine drive. Not only was she an effect chairman, but also an excellent salesman. That same year she was co-chairman of the Junior Prom. Prom night she resigned at queen - voted this honor by the students. She was chosen one of the "Outstanding Teenagers of America in 1970 and her resume was published. Jennifer’s church was important to her. She sang in the choir, taught Sunday school, and helped in any way possible. She had hoped to attend SUNY college as Oswego, New York, study language and travel. Her greatest contribution was the love she gave to her family. Jennifer Eileen Blank died on San Jeronimo Hill, Cuzco, Peru on August 9, 1970, *termininating her sweet smile and ending a full, lovely, almost adult young life. JENNIFER If there were any words I would write that would Describe my feeling for you, You would see them here. Beautiful words cannot be Written, for by writing them, You make them ugly, just The shells of what they mean. But I will try. I Remember you - I See you all night - Here you are. She’s American, And she’s beautiful. Bent rays of light from The amethyst sun make Her hair, and I see it Through diamonds - She has something - No one makes true beauty Except God, And God made her. She has sad eyes - Beautiful sad eyes, She should have happy eyes. They were made for laughing, Not seeing through Thin veils of dark sadness. She is regal. I remember seeing her in A painting, dressed as A Queen. Age will Never touch her, She is mine. Written by: David Beebe July, 1970 (A friend that died in the crash with Jennifer)

Darlene Bouboulis

School: Oneonta Senior High School Town: Maryland, New York Date of Birth: August 15, 1953 Parents: Doris and Stephen Bouboulis Sister: Kathleen Bouboulis. Darlene is a blue and gold clad figure leaping, cheering, urging, smiling bravely through her team does to defeat ...Darlene is sitting in a corner of the cafeteria quietly listing to a friend’s misfortune...Darlene is resplendent in white during the last chorus of Caroussel...Darlene is book laden, bounding happily through the halls on her way to class...Darlene is innocent as she whispers across the aisle in English class...Darlene is fearful, frowning, wild-eyed as she works her way to 100 in the Spanish regent...Darlene is bruised but still clinging to the ball in touch football...Darlene is consistency...Darlene is knowing it’s going to be better...Darlene is carefree, careful, careless...Darlene is imagination, innocence ...Darlene is giggly, opinionated, headstrong, deferential, magnanimous...Darlene is each of us smiling, laughing, weeping, wanting...Darlene is each of use, and the best of here is in each of us...Darlene is...IN MEMORIAM (Homenaje a Darlene Bouboulis, querda hermana norteamericano fallecida en la catastrofe del avion de Lansa groveniente del Cuzko.) WHERE ARE YOU DARLENE? I don’t know what kind of feeling possessed all of us There was such a silence never lived before Many faces who said nothing Though their sad eyes cried for you Why? I ask myself, why was that with you The uncertain destiny tried to play a trick Without thinking that the game might have ended Like the bright light without wanting Brings the butterfly who will die. Maybe now you are among those persons Who already walked by this world Maybe you are happy, how can we tell? You may be sad, You may be crying. Crying because you left this world too soon Your young heart stopped beating And your life so pure, just starting to bloom, Was stepped over like that rose who wanted to be. It seems I can still hear your special Spanish, With that certain accent that I’m starting to miss. Your laugh, your voice , everything is vanished now. But I swear! Our souls will never forget you. Now that the happiness seems to have gone. And that our lives are involved with sorrow, I truly tell you Darlene, That even though you are gone now, You will always be part of this class. This is maybe a small remembrance What can I express with just only words? But I want you to know, that if you yesterday left, The Utopia tells me that you will be back! Written by Quita Menacho, Promocion Colegio San Jore, 1970 Miraflores, Lima, Peru.

Joetta Marie Burkett

School: Walker High SchoolTown: Atlanta, Georgia (Dekalb County School)Date of Birth: January 25, 1954 Parents: John and Joetta Burkett

Joetta Marie Burkett was called "Jo" by her friends and "Etta" by her family. As a child she was energetic, mischievous, adventurous and tender. She claimed boy friends as early as kindergarten; and kept a small animal cemetery where she cried over her gold fish, turtle, Easter chicken, and other small pets. Often the tomboy in her prevailed - in the sixth grade she won an award for running She became a good cook and loved to sew (but hated to clean house). She loved to draw for her own pleasure, and wasn’t interested in art lessons. She kept very methodical scrapbooks and saved everything - family pictures, "love" notes, celebrity pictures, and copies of favorite songs and poem. She called herself a collector (of everything). She loved nature; had a rock collection and was interested in flowers. On the Blue Ridge Parkway, during vacation, she climbed so high to se an unusual flower that a park ranger had to rescue her. On another family vacation, she procured the family cactus which grows in the back yard. Joetta loved music. She played the piano and was learning guitar. She was a member of the choir and soloist at the Clarkson Methodist Church. Her favorite song was "The Lord’s Prayer." She traveled with a church group over Southeastern U.S. in 1968 and ‘69. The highlight was when she sang at Georgia’s Governor’s Mansion at the lighting of the Christmas tree, 1968. Her deepest interests involved people - friends, family and children. Her greatest pleasure was to ride minibikes with children. Jo took four exchange students for a personal visit with Gov. Maddox at the Georgia Capitol. The thing which meant most to her was the fifty South Vietnam soldiers who were also touring the government offices. She wanted to be a doctor, possibly in the U.S. Air Force or missionary field. She was extremely pleased when she learned she was to live with a doctor’s family in Peru. Jo wanted to be an exchange student; such a unique opportunity to learn more about life and people of another country. She hoped to return with a better understanding of people. She agreed to get a part-time job to help with expenses, and she worked as a waitress. She left for Peru two days before Father’s Day, and, in a letter, told her father, " I hope you have a nice vacation this year because mine means the world to me." She dearly loved her Peruvian family, and they loved her. She enjoyed school and tennis. The family was pleased that the tennis championship cup was named "Joetta Burkett" in her honor. Joetta lived, as Bulwer wrote, with "the land of joy before her eyes." That is the way she is remembered and she lives in the hearts of those who love her.

Christopher Canniff

"Chris offered friendship as a gift. One didn’t have to qualify or bargain for it and there were no special conditions to be met to receive it. He made it easier to extend friendship. His love was communicated by contagion. In giving freely he made givers of us all.""He eagerly joined others in their pursuits of joy because that is how he found his own.""Chris could fix anything, from a quarrel to an engine." "He taught us how to stop and look at the beauty around us and to search for the good that exists in us all."Christopher Michael, the only child of Fred and Janet Canniff, was born on December 27, 1953, the first grandson of his maternal grandparents and of his paternal grandmother. He lived nearly all his life in the hamlet of Carmel, New York, on Kelly Ridge where strong friendships were born from neighborhood romps, backyard games, picnics and shared adventures since pre-school days .Friends from Kent Elementary School remember the Wizard in the "Wizard of Oz" and the wizard of Rube Goldberg-type science fair projects. In time he became a Cub scout, worked hard on den projects and on earning arrows. Boy Scouting followed with monthly campouts, community projects, merit badges, courts of honor and camporees. Photography was one of Chris’ hobbies and for recreation he enjoyed skiing, skating, swimming, hiking and fishing. Exploring the outdoors was a lifelong pastime and when the adventure yielded an arrowhead, fossil, unusual shell or rock, the day had added pleasure. He greatly enjoyed family camping and over several years camped in every state, except Hawaii, and most of the Canadian provinces. The centennial summer of ‘67 was spent in Alaska, the summer the earth shook and the rivers rose to flood the beautiful Tanana Valley. Chris enjoyed fishing in the streams, visiting Athapascan fish camps, talking with Eskimos at Point Barrow, meeting pioneers of gold rush days and adventurous cheechakos who had more recently migrated from "the lower forty-eight." From one old sourdough who had experienced the brutality of nature and economic disasters there was adopted a philosophy that helped him surmount personal challenges as he reached out to talk without language to new friends more than half the world apart in the arid land of Peru. "It’s not what happens but how you take it" was the Alaskan’s message and Chris’ first letters from Peru revealed a determination to make the most of his opportunities by the brief phrase, "I remember what the Alaskan said."The United States was his country and it seemed essential that he know it as well as he could. He had seen most of its natural wonders from Acadia to Yosemite; he knew the height of its mountains and the depths of its canyons by the weight of his own two feet and marveled at the fortitude of the pioneers who first passed there. He thrilled at crossing trails of John Muir, John Wesley Powell, Coronado and Kit Carson . . . or absorbing the culture of the American Indian at festivals, rodeos and ruins of centuries past. Chris came to know his country, its history, geography, resources and many, many people for he was an uninhibited greeter whose grin invited conversation; before the tent was packed or the trailer steps put up Chris had befriended a great many fellow campers and had traded tips on fishing, hiking, and cooking over the open fire. He was nicknamed "the ambassador" for he extended a welcoming hospitality to new residents of the neighborhood, fellow campers in the campground or new students at school. Chris’ high school days brought enthusiastic involvement in many extracurricular activities. He became a member of the debate team and the varsity golf team. Always active in class projects, he could be found washing cars, selling hot dogs and soda, cakes or magazines for fundraising campaigns. Perhaps above all he enjoyed playing string bass in the Carmel High School Symphony Orchestra and in this closely knit organization he learned the discipline of work and the pride of achievement. There were many memorable and pleasurable moments when the orchestra played concert dates on its New England tour in the spring of 1970, not the least of which were the praise and applause for their performances. When their disabled bus stranded half the group on Vinal Haven Island off the coast of Maine, Chris, with the chaperone and his friends, organized a cold smorgasbord int he bus to save time and keep the scheduled concert date that evening in Lyndon, Vermont. With Chris there was always a time to share with small children the fun of play, the wonders of nature or the difficulties of learning. During his junior year he regularly did remedial tutoring with grammar school pupils and youngsters in the neighborhood boast that Chris taught them to tie their shoes. He was a "big brother" to the younger neighbors who knew he could be easily prevailed upon for rides in the lawn cart as he worked his summer jobs or on sled or toboggan pulls or for sharing the unorthodox technique of guiding a beginner down the ski slope between his big sturdy legs or of teaching a friend to dive by tipping her off a chair into a pool. He also enjoyed the company of older folks, listening with interest and curiosity to the stories of their lives, their occupations and opinions. He was sympathetic to everyone’s problem and quick to lend a helping hand or do an errand. Often his amateur repairs of machinery and appliances proved to be as sturdy as originally made. Chris was interested in politics and social issues and recognized that the dilemmas of today’s society required serious study and evaluation by all. Debate training taught him to find justification for his opinions and question the basis for those of others. Social gatherings led to provocative discussions about the serious matters facing all generations. He was reaching the age when he was beginning to sort out his own experiences and apply his learning in anticipation of becoming a voting citizen. In his application to be an exchange student he wrote, "The places I have been and the people I have known have helped me to better understand and sympathize with situations and conditions around our country. I am also more concerned because I have had this experience. . . I believe I could acquaint new friends (in South America) with a real picture of life in the United States which might not be realized from newspaper stories, television and movies. I think it is extremely important that an honest picture of American society is presented in foreign countries." When Chris was accepted as Carmel’s representative he was very happy and proud of the honor and opportunity to foster better understanding between his community here and his ciudad, Ica, Peru. But Chris’ life was not one fun-filled adventure; he learned that all men were not just, that bigotry and discrimination were fed by sarcasm and venomous remarks and that some people covered their own weaknesses by ridiculing the aspirations of other; he was sensitive to the sufferer and honest in his efforts to live as he believed. He knew the disappointment of defeat on the playing fields, in the lab and on the debate platform. He shared the sorrow of illness and deaths of his beloved Papa and Nana and an aunt and uncle to whom he was devoted. He was patient and gentle, exuberant with vitality, considerate with kindness, understanding, undemanding and generous with his love. It is with joyful memories, pride in his accomplishments, and enrichment through his being that those who knew him remember Chris. THINKING OF CHRISTY I hope the memory of me will be a happy one. When all the flowers have gone back to seed, and the voices of a hundred children are carried off with the wind to a faraway place, where they again ring out in laughter and happy joy, And when I look again on those places where once I spun a hundred tales, sang the beautiful songs, ran free and wild and unchained with friend youth at my side -When I look at these, let me see and feel and breathe anew the memories of those days, And let me find new riches in smiling faces, shining eyes and loving voices That I may see my past in peace, and know that all is well.Cindy Johnson, June 1971.

Daniel Scott Damick

Daniel Scott Damick Born: May 8, 1953 Died: August 9, 1970 Here was a youth the Gods smiled on. From the moment of his birth to his sudden death, he brought joy and happiness to everyone he chanced to meet. Dan had the special ability to make friends with both the very young and the elderly, both idolizing him. He was tall, handsome, always smiling and not only willing but anxious to listen to anyone with a problem. Daniel became an Eagle Scout and continued his involvement with the Scouts afterwards. He received a special award to attend Schiff Scott Leadership Training Camp, where he so won the leaders’ admiration, they invited him to become a leader himself. A memorial fund has been set up in Danny’s name to enable a deserving Scout to travel to Philmont, the Scout camp in New Mexico where Dan passed one of his most enjoyable summers, in order to carry on Dan’s memory in Scouting. This fund was established by his friends on their own volition and has accumulated over $2500.Daniel’s great love, beside his love for people, was in acting. He won three awards as best actor in the local drama festival and was a member of the Clarion College summer drama workshop where he played in the lead in one production and a supporting role in another. The drama fraternity at the College has also set up a scholarship in his memory, so many friends did he make while there. In high school, Daniel was a conscientious excellent student. He was president of his class, had won a letter on the swim team, was a leader in activities to strengthen cooperation between the races at the school. He was proposed for president of the Key Club for the following year, and the Key Club, an honorary service organization at the school, has also established a scholarship in his name - the first recipient having been named at the recent high school graduation exercises. Dan loved sports and excelled in them. He was an avid tennis player, a Senior Life Saver, and an exuberant basketball player (winning awards as best player on his club’s team). He enjoyed horseback riding, canoeing, long-distance bike riding and, of course, baseball. He was president of a youth club in the area, and took great pleasure in accomplishing some worthwhile activity by club members. He played piano and banjo, the latter which he took with him to Peru. With all his activities, he managed to work three evenings a week at a chemical plant so that he could earn money to help pay for his motorcycle. One of his closest friends wrote an article about Dan, which was published in the local newspaper. It perhaps expresses best the feelings of those who knew and loved him. In part, it reads:"Danny was a warm and alive person who embraced life and squeezed as much joy and meaning and mystery and sorrow out of it as he possibly was able. He was the person in many people’s lives who could brighten up a particularly bad day by making a joke, or even with one of his many expressions. His warmth and compassion can be well illustrated by the time he took to do things that were important to him, like working with the blind; but even these actions, though they were so important to him, cannot adequately express what we who knew him feel with his loss... "Those who were luck enough to know him well could discuss their problems with him, and even if he couldn’t help - and he often could - he was perhaps the best listener in the world . . .Dan believed that you should get as much like Danny himself . . . "If you don’t meet someone like Danny during your lifetime, then you’ll truly have been cheated . . ."Dan was survived by his parents and two brothers, one older, one younger. His loss to his family and friends is tremendous, and his memory will forever be held dear.

Deeva Jo Dulaney

School: Brownsville Area High School Town: Brownsville, Pennsylvania Date of Birth: November 3, 1953 Parents: Robert H. Dulaney and Vivian C. Cohen Deeva Jo Dulaney was born on November 3, 1953 at Waynesburg, Pennsylvania, the daughter of Robert H. Dulaney and Vivian C. Cohen. She received her elementary school education in the Central Greene School District. Up-on moving Deeva transferred into the Brownsville Area School system here she had completed her junior year at the Brownsville Area High School. Throughout her school years, Deeva showed excellence in her academic achievements and during her junior year shared top honors with her classmates, maintaining a 4.0 grade point average. In addition to academic talent, Deeva began very early to display natural ability for dramatic. In the fourth grade after being selected for drama lessons, she thrilled her audiences with her stellar performance in "Cinderella." This trend continued to grow during the next few years and Deeva was enrolled in the Pittsburgh Playhouse School of Drama, the drama department of Carnegie-Mellon University and the 1970 International Thespian Conference as well as acting in productions at school and in the Brownsville Civic Theater. One of Deeva’s outstanding accomplishments was, as a sophomore, being cast in the female lead of the senior class play. She was honored by receiving the "Best Actress of the Year" award from her fellow Thespians. Drama was only one avenue of creative expression for Deeva. She was, quite naturally, interested in art and literature. Among her heroes were the authors Kahlil Gibran and Omar Khayam whose writing deeply impressed Deeva and were to become a strong influence in her own writings. Deeva possessed a remarkable expressive nature, being able to communicate her moods, desires and feelings through the written word. Her work in art revealed a contemporary flair. Deeva’s world was full of life. She was interested in everything and everybody. She loved and actively participated in skiing, horseback riding on her very own "Smokey," swimming, or dancing. Wherever there was action, there, too, was Deeva; a fact substantiated by her being awarded the Presidential Physical Fitness Award. Deeva was able to converse with her friends, parents, or other adults on any of the pressing problems of today’s concern. Deeva was opinionated, but foremost, she was knowledgeable. She held her classmates and parents spellbound on many occasions with her research in the areas of astrology and psychic phenomena, subjects which held her avidly fascinated. The mistreatment of the American Indians was of major interest to Deeva, stemming from her father’s Indian ancestry. She spoke with pride of the Indian name given to her by her dad - "Nayeshewana" - which means "Peaceful One."Deeva was a popular girl in all respects. She served her classmates and her school well by actively entering into many functions. She was a member of the Spanish Club, the National Honor Society, editor of the Junior High newspaper, The Indicatore, staff member of the Senior paper and annual, and a contributing member of her beloved Thespians, serving that group as its president. In these times when so many place the highest values on material things, those who knew Deeva were well aware that she gave priority to such intrinsic ideals as her relationship with her family and friends. If one was asked to give a capsule description of Deeva Jo Dulaney, no finer tribute could be composed than one written by a classmate of hers which stated, "She was the kind of girl it’s easy to dream about - the kind of girl you don’t forget. GUESS WHO I know a little girl as sweet as a rose She has brown eyes and a turned up nose Her hair grew long and so did she I wonder who this girl could be? It’s me! Deeva Dulaney 1961 Strawberries and purple Bind two innocent ends

To form a beginning. Smiles meet in mid air And dare to whisper Of children and happiness Soon they will know If strawberries and purple are enough. Deeva Dulaney 1970 YESTERDAY I believe in yesterday, No worries or regrets; With Model T’s and bicycles Not supersonic jets; When life was just a game to play With a gay and happy air, Not a tedious walk to sorrow - To sadness everywhere. When life was fun! And gay and free! A wild-eyed, goose-nosed Shopping spree! When not a single one would pass Without a fine "hello"; And not a ride or walk would be Without a "what d’ya know?" When life was such a happy thing To live, to talk, to know That God was watching over you. For life just told you so. Deeva Dulaney 1966.

Anne Elbow

School: Bethlehem Central High School Town: Delmar, New York Birth: August 31, 1954 Parents: Matthew and Margaret Elbow From her earliest days in Albany, N.Y., Anne was full of love and affection for her family and for the whole world. Everywhere she made friends, whether in the U.S. or abroad. She drew people to her like a magnet - her twinkling eyes, gentle laughter, lively sense of humor, and sincere friendship attracted them. Many of the letters written about Anne after her death used the phrase: "She was always smiling." She was always concerned about other people - about their troubles and sufferings and her heart went out to them. During her high school years, she visited shut-ins and young people in hospitals; she wrote letters to teachers who were ill and she cared deeply about the welfare of her parents and sisters. She wanted to make a better world. As she wrote in her Confirmation statement: "I want to be an active Presbyterian, to serve God to the best of my ability, and instead of copping out on the problems that confront society, as many of my contemporaries have done, I want to work for action and change."Yet in the tape recording* she left behind she said: "Do not think of me as some dream or vision of sweetness and angelic-ness." She could be impatient to get things done, and persistent in her ambitions, staying up late at night in order to earn good grades in her school work; finding time for both ballet and modern dancing and for piano lessons; writing articles for the school paper; participating actively in Girl Scouts, in choirs and in school government; and finally expending every effort necessary in her determination to go to Peru. Anne had a sensitivity to people of other races, religion and cultures. She had black friends, Jewish friends and Catholic friends. She understood and appreciated other cultures well. This probably resulted from the fact that many of her summers and two years of her life were spent aboard. On her eighth birthday, she sailed with her family for Beirut and spent the years 1962-1964 in Lebanon and Turkey, and the summer of 1964 in Europe. She enjoyed the customs, foods, dances, languages and people of other countries, and the people in turn responded to her. One of her school compositions explains how important it is for Americans to have a profound knowledge of other peoples and countries. During the summer of 1967, which she spent with her family in Montreal, she visited almost all the foreign pavilions at EXPO. As she wrote later: "Understanding between peoples is so important, especially in our age of atomic weapons. Only through programs such as foreign exchange can we hope to promote brotherhood and understanding . . . Ever since I had a tantalizing taste of living abroad, my mouth has been watering for another. The world is like a magnet, and my love of travel, of meeting new people, of experiencing new cultures is pulling me towards this program [International Fellowship] and a new country to explore."Anne lived an active, full and rewarding life. She loved small children and they adored her. The persons for whom she baby-sat, whether relatives in Western Canada or neighbors at home, were devoted to her. When Anne was fourteen and staying with relatives, her aunt was somewhat cross with her three small children and Anne said: "How about trying a little bit of loving and a little bit of hugging?" And it worked like magic. Anne combined baby-sitting with many outside activities and with a heavy school program. While she was full of laughter and fun, she had serious ambitions. As she mentioned in her tape, she wanted to achieve excellent grades, become a writer, travel a lot and make use of her singing and dancing talents, and as her ultimate goal, do something to help humanity through social work. The trip to Peru was the high point of Anne’s life. To quote her tape again, she wanted "to be on my own, to prove myself, to become a half-way mature and responsible person. I wouldn’t miss this trip for the world . . .I’m going to meet all sorts of wonderful people, I’m going to see the world, I’m going to visit all the old Inca ruins, and I know that it’s going to be an experience that I’ll never have again and that I’ll remember always and be so glad I went." Anne wanted to learn Spanish (she liked languages and was a good linguist) and "to go to one more continent than my father has been to . . ." So much was crowded into so few years. The tragedy is that the promise of an even fuller life was cut short about three weeks before Anne’s sixteenth birthday. We, her family, can only be grateful for the joy and laughter and richness she brought into our lives and the lives of others, for her loving and selfless affection, for the friends she has made for us in the U.S. and throughout many parts of the world, and above all, for the person that was Anne. August 4, 1970, I am in Trujillo now with Lily. The earthquake on the 31st of May really hit hard here as you know, and there is so much rubble in the streets and cracks in the walls of the houses. The tower of the main cathedral has broken off, and even the roofs of some of the beautiful new modern houses are destroyed. It’s sad, because from everything Lily has told me, Trujillo was a beautiful city before the disaster. I thank you so much that you had enough faith and trust in me to let me come to Peru. My family, my friends and the places that I have come to know and love have all helped to make my stay here a wonderful and meaningful experience. I just wish you could be here sharing with me all joys and exciting experiences. I’m well and I wish I never had to come home, but time is flying by. *On the day Anne left for Peru, she made a tape recording giving some of her memories, thoughts and hopes for the future. ******** Anne’s diary was recovered from the crash, charred but mainly legible. It gave a complete and lively account of her stay in Peru. Her last entry on the night of August 8th reads: "Ahorita, you voy a dormir - Right now I am going to sleep." She drew a line under this final sentence - the only time in the entire diary when she did so - and today she sleeps forever in Peru. Part of a Letter from Anne’s Peruvian Mother, Senora Saavedra; Piura, Peru, Sept. 3, 1970. Dear Mr. and Mrs. Elbow: Let my first words convey the sentiment of profound sorrow at the loss of our dear daughter, Anne, who like an angel came into our home, filled it with all the beauty that was within her. Her affection, her nobility and her intelligence soon earned for her the love and respect not only of her parents and brothers and sisters, who now disconsolately mourn her disappearance, but also of all those who have known her. . . . I cannot conceive that Anne has gone on a journey without return. I still expect to see her, my house is full of memories of her happiness here with us. I seem to see her, hear her talk, smile, sing, play the piano which pleased me so much. In short, only the memory that Anne was not for us a stranger but our daughter, well-beloved is left in my life . . . Part of a Letter from a Peruvian Student; Peru, August 28, 1970 To the Parents of Anne Elbow: First of all I must introduce myself. I am Hector Neyra Arce, a young Peruvian who had the great satisfaction of knowing your daughter, Anne . . . We were drawn to each other perhaps because our spirits full of youth had similar plans for our future lives or perhaps because of that very special and charming way that Anne had . . . Our beautiful friendship was to last only one day, since on the next day Anne was leaving for Cuzco. That day was very pleasant and she was very happy . . . You understand that your daughter was a heroine; I so consider her, since he who offers his life for an ideal is a hero and Anne offered hers for the most pure ideal there exists on earth and that is friendship. . .(The letters of Senora Saavedra and Hector Arce were written in Spanish and translated in Albany, N.Y.)

Jerilyn Ruth Feldman

School: Herricks Senior High

Town: New Hyde Park, New York

Born: September 25, 1953

Parents: David and Florence Feldman

Alert, Aware, Beautiful, Concerned, Sensitive

describes our first born.

Our friend and companion is gone.

We miss her terribly.

Rest in peace - Darling Jerilyn.

Harold Lewis Fineman

Harold Lewis Fineman - 5/5/54 - 8/9/70 Parents: Albert S. and Selma J. Fineman Brother: David James Fineman Sister: Betty Jean Fineman 234-A Smithbridge Road Glen Mills, Pennsylvania Schools - Silverside Elementary School, Wilmington, Delaware - 1st - 6th grade. Mt. Pleasant Jr. High School, Wilmington, Delaware- 7th grade. Garnet Valley Jr. - Sr. High School, Glen Mills, Pa. - 8th - 10th grade. Activities - Mt. Pleasant School District - 4-7th grade - Concert and Dance Band. Garnet Valley Jr.- Sr. High School - 8th grade - Library Aide; Symphonic and Marching Band. 10th grade - Football team, reporter; baseball team, manager and reporter; Student Council; School Newspaper; Represented School at Drexel University Seminar; Symphonic and Marching Band. 11th grade - Was to be Manager and Reporter of both the football and baseball teams. Would have been in Symphonic and Marching Band. Hobbies - Collected Rocks and Minerals; enjoyed swimming, fishing; loved sports, especially basketball. Future Plans - Undecided about going into Field of Political Science, Archeology, or Journalism (sports).In Memoriam - Football Game on September 19, 1971, was dedicated in our Harold’s memory. Our son, David, also in the Band, placed the Peruvian Flag on a flag staff while the Band played "My Buddy." The Peruvian Flag was carried for a year in all Parades and Contests in his memory. A "Harold Fineman Memorial Fund" has now been established at the Garnet Valley Jr. - Sr. High School. A $200.00 Scholarship will be given each year to a graduating senior who will major in either Music or Physical Education. Synagogue - Temple Beth Shalom, Wilmington, Delaware. The best way to describe our Harold’s personality is to quote some letters we received, after the accident, from his Peruvian mother, brothers and classmates. His foster mother, Ruth Reisfeld, wrote, "Harold was such a good boy, simply one more of the family from the very start. He came from school happy and running every day; he enjoyed so much all the newness and surprises and how much I miss him doing these things. He traveled everywhere with me in the car. I never let him go alone and I had so much become attached to him that I asked him to stay with us the entire year." Roberto Reisfeld, "I felt much sorry for Harold because I loved him veery much, as if he were my own brother. The girls from my class cried a lot for him because they loved him as their own dear and close friend. I will never forget him. Harold was a true brother of mine. He was a great sports’ fan. They even elected him in my school the best in his category." Peter Reisfeld’s letter said in part, "It’s very difficult to explain ourselves how such a great, intelligent, sports’ boy finished his life in that way. In a consolate way, we are trying to say to ourselves that Harold passed with us many beautiful days." Gustavo Donayre Napaico, from Huancayo wrote, "I write you this letter from the city of Huancayo where you son, Harold, passed many happy days, having stayed in my house for four days. Harold knew many of my friends. We spent a lot of time together and became very good friends. My family and I deeply feel this disaster because we had come to think of Harold as a member of our family." His classmates at Colegio Leon Pinelo wrote - "You will probably be surprised to get this letter from four unknown girls. We were Harold’s classmates in school, here in Peru. As time went by we became very good friends. His politeness and kindness were unusual. He became one of us immediately. He read a lot. He had faith in Peru’s future, a country he had just come to know and seemed to like so much. One day he was absent. We found out he had gone to Cuzco. We missed him very much. Just upon his returning, the accident cut out his life, as it did to so many others. It has been terribly hard for all of us, we couldn’t avoid it. His physical presence will not come back to our classroom, but he will live forever in our hearts. "We were friends of Harold, and we were glad with him, because we found him, a simple, happy and sweet boy. We don’t know how to explain to you how important was Harold to us. He was part of all the class." "Harold became my friend since the first time I saw him. We enjoyed together many things like movies, clubs, a camp and my school. I remember the first time he came to school, his conduct was like a really good student. He studied with us and he played with us. Harold will always be in my memories. He will continue living with me." "I’m one of Harold’s friends in Peru. I want you to know that Harold was a very good boy and friend form all of us and also from me. I don’t know how to explain you how he was with me. It was something different to me to be a good friend from an American boy. I can’t believe that he isn’t more with us, that he isn’t going to laugh and play with me. The first days of school he was quiet because he didn’t know us. Afterwards he became one more of us. Now when I see his place empty, I remember our games and things we did before. It’s impossible to believe he is gone. "Harold came to our class, and became a very good friend of us, and because of that we are very sad when we know what pass to all of them, but more what pass to Harold. When he did not come to our class because he was with his friends of the United States, we felt that someone is missing. I think that all the class have in their hearts that is part of Harold."


As we stand here today we find it hard to believe that almost a year has passed since Harold Fineman was taken from us. Our tradition tells us "The Holy One, Blessed Be He grieves when children depart from this world during the lifetime of their fathers and mothers." In this way our rabbis try to extend their greatest sympathy to parents who suffer the loss of a child, by saying that they understand that so deep is the sorrow, so great is the loss that even God weeps for them. Hence, it is all of us, even God, who have shared the sorrow of Harold’s death. And even as we question, and even as we doubt, there are some things that do become clear. There are blessings of which we cannot and should not be unmindful. For beauty and goodness and divine spirit are not all of one kind among the children of God. Nor are they to be measured solely in length of day. If Harold was destined to length of years - he was surely the source of an immeasurable blessing that shone out of his God-given personality, and which shall always abide with those who knew and loved him. It is not by length of time that life becomes good, or by years that we may measure the wonder of a child’s smile - his response to love, his trust and endearment and his friendship. This is why Harold was loved by his teachers and friends - not because he was a child, a young boy, but because of his alert mind, and sweetness of character. Harold left his impression on all those whom he met in the few years that were granted to him, and his friends and teachers will always recall the joyous, friendly young man that he was. It is said that parents are the special angels of God to care for the children entrusted to them. Harold was blessed with faithful and wise and dedicated parents. Selma and Al, who gave every last measure of their love and devotion to help him grow into manhood. How they grieve for the son they have lost - how bravely they have stood erect in the midst of their sorrow. They have visited the Reisfelds - Harold’s parents in Peru - they have placed a "Magen David" at the site where the plane crashed. They have been in contact with other parents whose children perished in that tragedy. Together they have sought meaning in the midst of sadness. They have recognized that we do not love less because the one we love is gone - but hopefully we will love more because our hearts know the sufferings of others. Harold will ever be with them and through their actions they will never stop loving him. David, his brother, and Peter, his Peruvian brother, stand together today, as they remember Harold and what he meant to each of them. May they ever live their lives in such a way that their very actions will eternally call Harold to their minds. Harold’s uncles and aunts and cousins are here today, and together with Selma and Al, David, Peter and Betty Jean - they mourn for a young man whose candle was blown out before it had really begun to burn. On this day of recollection, as we dedicate this monument to Harold’s memory - let us pledge ourselves to nobler living, more concern for our fellow human-beings, and more zest for life. These were Harold’s concerns and they will go on living in his name though he has been taken from us. May his soul rest in peace. AMEN. RABBI M. DAVID GEFFEN TEMPLE BETH SHALOM, WILMINGTON, DELAWARE

Sue Ann Finkleman

It is not death that determines the end of life . . . but the quality of the living. There are those whose lives span many decades and have never lived. Sue, whose years were so heartbreakingly few, lived almost as if there were some pre-knowledge. Each moment seemed to her to be important. She was endowed with a wisdom beyond her years and the ability to put first things first. True, some disillusionment with the world’s lack of humanity seemed to be encroaching on her youthful optimism, but she never really doubted that man was endowed with the intelligence to solve problems even of his own making. One of Sue’s favorite teachers, a former nun, once referred to sue as the most nearly Christian person she had ever known . . . and Sue’s religion was not Christianity. Her attitude in growing up was one of humanity that excluded none. There was just no hypocrisy. Growing old may have twisted and changed this clarity, growing old seems to do this, but she did not grow old. Sue’s close friends were few but treasured. At the time of her trip to Peru, she was beginning to emerge from a certain shyness with people. There were some who thought her too serious because, we suppose, she was such an exceptional student. But this excellence was based on real love for knowledge; to her studying was work but not a chore. In a real way, Sue was a non-conformist. She managed to set her own standards and these she followed despite the opinion of others. In fact, her "hang-up" may have been her inability to settle for less than the best either from herself or others. Sue’s sense of humor was child-like and off beat. This often surprised those who didn’t know her well . . . who didn’t know that at home she was full of the joy of life and delighted in laughing. She never doubted that life would be wonderful, but she was really impatient for it to begin. The trip to Peru was another beginning. In the short time our young people were together, she formed friendships that were intense to the point of loving. She loved her Peruvian parents. She loved her American friends. She revealed how she felt about herself, her need for others, her pride in her heritage. If she communicated these things to her new Peruvian friends, then we did indeed send a fine ambassador. What shall I say about the quality of her living? Is it important to say that Sue was artistic and that her paintings hang on our walls? Is it important to reveal that she had an insatiable desire to learn and probably read more in her less than seventeen years than her mother did in forty? Will it help to know that she wrote poetry and edited her school’s literary magazine or that she was elected to the National Honor Society in her junior year? Will it mean anything to know that there is a memorial award in Sue Finkleman’s name? Perhaps time will help these memories become tolerable. For now we must rely on the words of the prayer which we recite at Sue’s resting place, "Thank you Lord for this precious gift with which our lives were blessed even for so short a time."

Roy Lee Fowler

October 19, 1953 - August 9, 1970 Roy was born on October 14, 1953, in Jefferson Memorial Hospital in Roanoke, Virginia. The proud parents were Earl R., a mechanical engineer with the Norfolk & Western Railroad, and Joyce R., an accountant for Frigidaire. Roy was the Fowler’s second son as Randy had been born on July 24, 1951. Roy was moved to Oakmont, Pennsylvania, a suburb of Pittsburgh, in September of 1954 where his father had accepted a position as Project Engineer in the Automotive Engineering Division of gulf Research and Development Company. Roy spent his very early life in Oakmont and attended kindergarten and his first grade of school there. He was a chubby, happy youngster and very full of life. He was loved by young and old and he never learned what an enemy or stranger was. In May of 1960 the Fowlers moved to their new home in Plum Borough, Pennsylvania where Roy was to have a little sister (Rhonda) in 1961. Roy attended public schools in Plum and was an excellent student throughout his school years. Roy had an exceptional talent for music and was taken into instrumental music in the third grad whereas other students were not allowed to participate until the fourth grade. Roy played the clarinet in school and took private lessons until he thought that music was going to interfere with football playing in Junior High School. Roy was a very bright boy when he started to Junior High School and was accepted in an accelerated program and he excelled in all subjects and took all first places in the science fairs. Roy was a very strong boy and was a very aggressive football player and became the defensive captain of the Junior High football team. Repeated injuries to his back and knee ended his football career the first year of High School. In High School Roy continued to excel in all subjects in spite of the fact that the pressure was so great on the accelerated class that half of them had dropped out before entering High School. Roy had a very analytical mind and was always reading medical books; he had aspirations of becoming a doctor. In his junior year he worked on a science project dealing with the Effects of Cesium 137 Radiation on the Embryotic Development of Chicken Eggs. In competition with seniors in the Jr. Academy of Science, he took first place in local, first place in district and second place in the Pennsylvania State finals. For his excellent paper he was recommended for a scholarship to John Hopkins University. Roy belonged to many clubs in school and was on the executive committee of most of them. Included were the Latin Club, Spanish Club, Biology Club, Book Readers Club, Science Club, and Debate Club. He was on the Student Senate and was President of his Junior Class. He had been elected to be President of Student Council for his senior year. He was initiated into the National Honor Society in his junior year. His principal stated that as far back as he could remember Roy was president of his class even back into Junior High School. At home Roy was a well behaved youngster who did not have to be told when to do things. He was always working at something, mowing the lawn and having his own garden were things that he enjoyed doing. He was a great fisherman and hunter, he had a great love for good guns and owned several. He could shoot with the best and was a great hunting pal for his father and friends. Roy was a good cook and loved to help his Mother in the culinary department. In excelling at all of these things Roy still had time to work two hours every day at the jewelry store. Roy will be greatly missed by family and friends and we are sure the world will miss a great doctor and humanitarian. Roy was owned by a St. Bernard by the name of Roy’s Sweet Magnolia Blossom (Maggie) who also lost the companionship of a good friend.

Susan Frohna

"Peruvian Sue." That’s how she signed her letters to us that summer. It was typical of Susie to make up a funny nickname for herself because that’s the way she was - always joking, always trying to make someone laugh. Laughter, laughter and smiles characterized Sue’s personality and won her many friends. Friends were very important to her because people were Sue’s hobby. She loved being with and talking to just about anyone. Others instinctively felt this and warmed to her quickly because of it. It was uncommon to see Sue going somewhere alone for her plans almost always included at least one friend. If Sue went somewhere alone she made a friend in a very short time. This was probably due to the fact that Sue was a great talker. There were other things in her life that she loved, like playing the flute and reading, but talking was definitely her passion. In fact her grandmother had jokingly nicknamed her the "Yakity-yak box" when she was a small child because she never seemed to stop talking. But unlike most people who talk a great deal, she hardly ever seemed to talk about herself. Sue was always much too interested in talking about music, books, school activities, and even her family, especially her first and only nephew, to be worried about talking of herself. Her conversation naturally included music simply because from the time she was about eleven years old most of her activities centered around it. She had begun taking flute lessons at that age and immediately showed great aptitude for it. Although she was no musical prodigy, Sue loved playing the flute and this spurred her on to work very hard at it. She became an excellent flute player, never settling for anything less than the best performance that could be achieved. In all the school local and state solo instrumental competitions that she entered, only once did she receive lower than a first place award. She played first chair flute in both her junior high school and high school bands. Her other musical activities included orchestra and pep band in high school and the Milwaukee Pops Youth Band. However, despite the fact that she was a very good musician, she remained quite modest about her ability to play and always had to be coaxed to play in company. Another of Sue’s favorite topics of conversation was books. She enjoyed reading tremendously and liked nothing better than to give anyone within listening range a lengthy and detailed synopsis of her current favorite. Her taste varied from historical novels , to biographies and autobiographies, to science fiction. But al the books she read seemed to have one thing in common. They were about colorful and exciting people who were very much involved in living. These kind of people fascinated Susie. Although she would never have thought it, that’s the kind of person she was too. Involvement seemed to be her motto, for she could never stand by and watch someone else do what she felt she could or should be doing. In addition to her school and outside music activities she ran for and won the office of president of the Student council in junior high school. Her slogan, "my feet are big enough to fill any boy’s shoes." In high school she volunteered to work on the school annual and "got stuck," as she put it, with working on the index. But she rationalized, "Someone has to do the dirty work." She decided she would like to apply for the foreign exchange student program. When asked why, she stated that she simply would like to see how people from another culture lived. When Sue found she had been selected and would go to Peru she was delighted. Archeology was another important interest and this opportunity would permit not only a view of a foreign culture but also an historic glimpse into the ancient culture of Peru. The prospect of a trip to Cuzco excited her and the thought of not going never seriously entered her mind. Sue did what was natural for her to do. She went to find out more about people, to experience a little more of life, to be a little more involved in her world.

Kenneth "Alan" Godfrey


Dreams are such fleeting things, no matter how good, how real or how desirable. When one is gone, that particular one is lost to us forever. But as God wills it, we must continue with the hope for new dreams, and new goals in our lives, although our lives will never be the same, no matter what memorials, tributes, sacrifices or depths of despair we reach due to our deprivation. No matter what success, what honors, or heights we reach, they somehow will have lost a large part of their glow and allure. We have all lost a dream. "One" dream among millions, but the "One" our hearts desire most. The lives of our dreams, though so short, were and still are, an inspiration for each of us. The ideals of each of them will continue to motivate us for years to come. Let us remember "Dreams" or "Ideals" are like stars we cannot succeed in touching with our hands. But like seafaring men on the desert of water, we choose them as our guides and following them we will reach our destiny. Our own personal Dream came in the form of one fine Christian young man. Alan was 17 the day before his death. At his tender young age, we were still counting the one-half years. Each one-half year put him that much closer to becoming a man "of age."An obituary has been written, a eulogy has been give, a Memorial has been built, and Monument is to be erected. But for some reason, we find it very difficult for mere words to acquaint any new individual with our Alan, for to us he was unique. Alan was changeable, yet always reliable and ready with quick and wit or deepest, sincerest sympathy. He was always the first in the household to greet with open arms arriving guests, or family. He was the first to suggest "Let’s invite somebody" or question "Who’s coming this week-end?" Alan loved people, Alan loved places, and he was delirious with his new his new friends and adventures in Peru. In stature, he stood six feet, two inches and weighed around 200 pounds. In his development toward manhood, this experience was truly an advantage. He was maturing into quite a wonderful young man. During his eleven school years he received seven perfect attendance certificates. Three of those gave him perfect attendance in high school. He prided himself on being there, ready for whatever may come. He had a remarkable quest for knowledge. At Murphy High School, he was a member of the band, playing French horn, oboe, cornet and trumpet. He was an officer of the Spanish Club, Aviation Club, Beta Club, Math-Science Club and Pep Club. He had received scholastic letters in math-science, Spanish, history and English. He was a top honor student in his junior year, serving as an Honor Marshall at the 1970 graduation exercises. As creative activity, Alan enjoyed artwork, lettering and puzzles of any sort. He had raised orchids avidly for several years, then his interest focused on roses; we still have an unkept rose garden in profuse bloom. Along with his horticulture interest he created and cared for eight tanks of tropical fish of which only one is now functioning. His sports or recreational activity included water and snow skiing. He was a very good swimmer. Chess was his other main hobby, at which he played a long, hard game. Music interested him very much; his taste ranging from mad modern to highly classical. He had a large, varied record collection was a very good dancer, although a timid performer. Alan was also learning to fly. He attended an aviation ground school with his mother, and remarked "Mom I think I’ll just get a good education, make plenty of money and hire a pilot. There’s so much to it I sure want someone who knows what he’s doing. There’s more to flying and navigation than most people think." Alan was so right! This slight leeriness brings to mind one horrifying memory, yet in a strange way it gives me comfort. Like all parents after the crash the thought occurred to me "Oh my God, how horribly frightened Alan must have been ‘IF’ he knew what was happening moments before the crash!" A couple of years ago returning by car from a family gathering, we encountered a rain storm. On an oil slickened pavement we went into what should have been a disastrous skid and spin. Alan, being oldest and largest, somehow ended up on his knees in the floorboard of the car, crying beseechingly, "God help us. God save us." I later asked "Honey, were you thrown down there, or did you fling yourself? He answered "Mama, I don’t know." But I do know Alan was on his knees praying to God to save us all, and in my darkest moments, I know in my heart that if he had any idea of disaster, he prayed. He knew to pray, and he would pray to God! He was that kind of boy. Thank God! Our prayer now is for faith, faith for us all. Mom; Daddy; brothers, Mike 16 ; and Tony 15 , the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and all those who knew and loved Alan.

Paula Crystal Hawkins

School: Westmoreland Central School Town: Vernon, New York Born: December 4, 1953 Parents: Paul and Fredericka Hawkins

School Activities: Senior Mixed Chorus 1, 2, 3, V. Pres. 3; Class Treasurer 1, 2, 3; Class Steering Committee 1, 2, 3; Jr. Prom Committee 3; Usherette Jr. Prom 1; Prom Court 3; Girls Intramurals 1, 2, 3; Math Team 2; Girls Glee Club 1, 2, 3; 1771's (Vocal Group) 1, 2, 3; Lead in Vocal Music Opera 3; Its Academic, Alternate 3; National Honor Society 3; NHS Representative to Student council 3: Foreign Student 3; JV Cheerleader 2; Varsity Cheerleader 3, (4); Varsity Track 1, 2, 3; Varsity Basketball 1, 2, 3; AWPENYS 2, 3; Varsity Volleyball 3; AWPENYS 3; Varsity Soccer 2, 3; Drama Club 2, 3; Varsity Club 1, 2, 3; Gym Aide 1, 2, 3; Library Cadet 1; Yearbook Editor (4); Charm and Modeling Diploma; Posthumously: Letter of Commendation, NMSQT, Merit Who’s Who in American High Schools; Also: Active in CYO and Chosen Cheerleader for CYO Team 1968-69 One winter’s day in 1953, God handed me a small package and asked me to care for it. Its value could not be quoted in monetary terms. I only knew that one day this gift must be returned, and, because it came form God, must be returned untarnished, clean, and acceptable again to Him. However, my constant prayer was that I would not be asked to return this gift but instead would be at His side when He called her home. It didn’t happen that way. We were so proud of our beautiful Paula. She was beautiful physically and in every other way. She was intelligent, honest, trustworthy, athletic, musical, and humorous. We would swell with pride whenever someone mentioned her name. To my knowledge, that name was never mentioned with anything but admiration. She made the most of everything that came her way, really worked at everything, and made everything work. I try to think of one time when we were less than elated at her accomplishments, ashamed of her actions, or worried but her virtue or judgment. I try to think of a time when we had to remind her to study, to fulfill an obligation she may have forgotten, or a time when we have heard her gossip or degrade another; perhaps even a time when she may have told a lie for convenience’s sake, backed out of a promise, or turned away from a friend for someone more popular who might be more fun. Thank God, we have no such memories. There are, however, memories that fill us with endless delight and make us feel our gift from God was returned to Him unscathed. Memories of: endless praise by all who knew her, nights she spent in angry frustration because she won a place she thought someone else deserved more, her efforts to improve herself daily because she felt that all she accomplished should be repaid by improvement, listening to her Irish-Syrian temper explode when someone was belittled, even if I was the one responsible for the remark. We have memories of watching her walk away from an argument (which she could, faster than anyone) Because the principle was negligible, of the phone ringing to let us know she would be fifteen minutes late, and of watching her read a novel while a pie she was baking would be going up in smoke so thick that she couldn’t see the words. We remember waking at 7 a.m. to find her standing there to ask if there was anything in the house that she could take for a bake sale at 8 a.m. We remember the phone call last Father’s Day from Peru: "Happy Father’s Day. Arrived safely. I’m fine. Love my family." She stayed with the family of Sra. Maria Teresa de Puyo. There are memories that pierce our souls. Memories of: last Mother’s Day, insisting on buying me a gift with money saved for her trip to Peru because, "It’ll be the last one I’ll ever buy for you." looking at her pained face as she told me of the plane crash which had come so vividly to her in the night, and hearing her say, "I begged you not to cry. I kept screaming for you and Daddy please not to cry, but you couldn’t hear me," asking "Were you hurt?," hearing he reply, "No, I was dead." We have memories of the phone call at 2:45 a.m. to tell us of the crash, of the two weeks of waiting, of the sealed coffin, and of the cold black marble that reads, "None knew her but to love her; None named her but to praise." We have knowledge that hearts can break as surely as an arm or a leg. The pain of a broken body frustrates, hurts. The pain of a broken heart consumes, devours. Paula left for Peru from a local airport on June 19, 1970. Two months later, to the exact day and hour, we carried her out of the same airport. I once remarked, "if we could only be sure there is a soul, it wouldn’t be so hard to see a loved one die." She replied, "If there wasn’t a soul, you wouldn’t care if a loved one died." She taught us a great thing. One brought so much into the lives of all who knew her. If she helped to change the life of one person for the better, she will not have died in vain. We thought we had created this lovely person, had given the love and knowledge which flowed from her. We forgot where she came from and took credit for all that she was. Only the rare, pure things such as precious metals and perfect gems increase in value each day and only the rare and valuable people do the same. Most of us manage through sin, hypocrisy, alcohol, drugs, indecency, and the teaching of these things to others, to decrease our value each day from the day we’re born. Before the crash, she wrote to us, "Today I walked halfway up a mountain by myself. You feel so much cleaner and closer to God there." A week later on another mountain God met her halfway - the closeness complete, the loan repaid, and her beloved sisters, maria Teresa and Maria Luisa Puyo accompanied her, their last journey. To have known Paula Hawkins is a treasure on earth; to have been her parents will be our greatest treasure for the joys of heaven.

Randall Lynn Heeke

School: University of Notre Dame City: Jasper, Indiana Born: June 26, 1949 Parents: Othmar and Marie Heeke "It was once written that ‘Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.’ Randy Heeke crammed a lot of living into 21 short years." Jack T. Rumbach Dubois County Daily Herold. The exotic locale of Randy’s death was in sharp contrast to the surroundings of his childhood. In Jasper, life is slow-paced; poverty exists, but not the hopeless type found in big city ghettos. The Heekes have three other children - daughter, Jan and Alana, and another son, Verl, the youngest. Randy was the oldest son and second child. He was always at or near the top of his class at Holy Family Grade School. Randy became an altar boy and continued even during high school. Sports were a big part of Randy’s life, too. He was captain of the basketball team in eighth grade. Randy entered Jasper High School in 1963. He was on the student council for two years and served as vice-president his junior year. The summer before his senior year, he was a delegate to Hoosier Boys’ State. He was also on the staff of the school newspaper for two years. Randy maintained his high scholastic standing. He received a letter of commendation from the National Merit Scholarship Qualifying Test, and in 1967, he was graduated at the top of his class of 180 students. Randy was awarded several scholarships and grants to attend the University of Notre Dame. Randy postponed his entrance into college for a year to earn additional expense money by working for the Dubois County Herald. He became aware of the scope problems and his interest was aroused. Randy entered Notre Dame as a sociology major in 1968. He ranked in the top ten percent of the incoming freshmen, and was on the dean’s list throughout his two years at the university. What really set him apart, was his concern for others. He came from modest circumstances, but recognized how fortunate he was compared to so many, and he determined to make their welfare the focus of his life’s work. He spent much of his spare time working with underprivileged children. Typical of his modest attitude, this was unknown even to his parents until after his death. In the summer of 1969, Randy worked at Lake Winona, Indiana, where the Chicago Boys Clubs maintain a camp for ghetto children. Randy was accepted into the Notre Dame Foreign Study program and was to have gone to the University of Anahuac in Mexico City for his junior year. Previous to this, he chose to work in Santiago, Chile, on a project sponsored by the Council for the International Lay Apostolate, a project founded by Notre Dame students who wanted to express their concern for humanity.

Randy decided to see some of the tourist sites in the region. He had just come from the ancient ruins of Machu Picchu when the fatal crash occurred.

Mary Elizabeth Howarth

School: Charlotte Valley Central School Town: Davenport, New York Date of Birth: January 1, 1953 Parents: Owen and Kathleen Howarth A smile, a helping hand, the bubbling enthusiasm of youth - that’s how we remember Mary Elizabeth. It is perhaps an irony of life that such recollections are strongest a t a time when M.E. is gone from us. Although in the simplest physical sense she gone, in a deeper sense she remains with us. She always will. It is in those reflections, still so strong in us, that these words have significance. Mary Elizabeth was indeed a beautiful person. In the words of Mr. Alayza, whose family she stayed with in Peru, she possessed "don de gentes." (Roughly translated "don de gentes" means the "power of friendliness, or more precisely, "the habitual facility to win the goodwill of those persons with whom she was acquainted.") It is ironic that this simple Spanish expression does so much to catch the essential quality that eluded those closest to Mary Elizabeth. Surely, she was "don de gente." But she was vivacious, poised, talkative, competitive; she had an impatience about life. There never seemed to be enough time to fulfill all her desires. To capture her personality would be to envision a child hugging a kitten, vainly training a calf to be led with love rather than discipline, and crying with joy over a difficult task achieved. This is our recollection of Mary Elizabeth - coping and conquering the impossible, having tremendous compassion for those not capable of doing the same. As a youngster reared on a dairy farm, M.E. looked forward each year to spending a week at the County Fair exhibiting a carefully groomed calf. Later she graduated to the more demanding charge of training and riding horses. And one of her most thrilling moments, the climax of years of perseverance, came at the New York State Fair, where she was recognized as a splendid horsewoman, an equestrian of no mean talent. Mary Elizabeth was a member of 4-H for ten years; she was president of the local club and spent two summers as counselor at camp. She loved children and requested that the youngest and most insecure campers be assigned to her. Homesickness simply could not exist when she was with the little ones. She had the capacity to make people happy; that was the quality Mr. Alayza referred to with his Spanish phrase. To say that Mary Elizabeth was active in school would be a gross and understatement. There she showed the full extent of her spontaneity and vivacity. She was a cheerleader (winner of the "Most Deserving Cheerleader" trophy as a Junior), secretary of the yearbook staff, photographer for two years, and she was active in dramatics, chorus and the whole range of girls’ sports. Mary Elizabeth had planned to be a physical education teacher; she thought she might like teaching in a Spanish-speaking country, in fact. She had just successfully completed the Red Cross Senior Life-saving Course. Academically, she was most ambitious, receiving awards each year, the most prized of all being the social studies award won in her junior year. When school principal, Donald C. Haight, said at the time of her death that Mary Elizabeth was an "outstanding school citizen," he reflected the sentiments of the school and the community. Affectionately, her class dedicated the yearbook to her and her many friends established a memorial fund as a lasting tribute. In many ways Mary Elizabeth reflected the rural environment in which she grew up. She was fiercely loyal to her school and to the rural life-style, but Mary Elizabeth wanted something more. She took every opportunity to broaden her horizons - to travel. In June of 1967, at fourteen, she went with a group of Delaware County 4-H youngsters on an exchange trip to Michigan. Later, the same summer, her family hosted a Mexican exchange student, Felipe Vidaurri. It was at this time that Mary Elizabeth showed the greatest interest in Spanish culture. It was a new experience helping Felipe to learn English, and it provided a fascinating insight into a second language and a second culture. The following summer her family hosted Wanda Cruz, a Puerto Rican girl from New York City as part of the farm-city exchange. Wanda and Mary Elizabeth became close friends revisiting each other several times a year; their exchange culminated in Mary Elizabeth’s two-week visit with Wanda’s grandparents in Puerto Rico. The Spanish influence firmly established, it came as no surprise when Mary Elizabeth availed herself of the opportunity to represent her school as an exchange student in Peru. Mary Elizabeth’s stay in Peru was intensely happy. She found the Alayza family delightful and warm, and teaching the young children English at Mrs. Alayza’s school was only one of her pleasant experiences. Her week-long visit with the Serpa family in Huancayo was an unexpected thrill; it was a visit full of activity. If all the joy that Mary Elizabeth felt in Lima and Huancayo could be written here, one might reasonably conclude that these were some of her finest moments. The warm receptions she received from her Peruvian families, the acquaintances with the young people whom she loved so dearly, learning the Peruvian dances, and of course, the visits to the Palace, the museums, the ruins, the bullfights, and so very much more would have kept Mary Elizabeth involved in reliving those moments for months. That Mary Elizabeth was chosen spokesman to express the group’s appreciation to the people at Cuzco may somehow be reflective of her sentiments and personality. The two telephone calls home on her father’s birthday and on August 2 were filled with the excitement of Peruvian life. They are memories her brother Mark and her mother and father will always cherish. Mary Elizabeth was, indeed, "don de gentes"; she was an outstanding citizen of her school and community; she was a magnanimous person. Yet she never lost sight of the fact that God was responsible for all of her joys. She was searching and hoping she might fit in with God’s plan. The consensus is that God’s scheme called for a life that was short but beautiful, and she lived that life according to His will. MARY A song by Gary Morgan, classmate Mary, Mary, far from this world you have roamed. You left behind a weeping home. Oh why, Lord, Oh why? Death is so funny; it makes me cry. It took our Mary. Why, oh why? Mary, Mary, your heart must’ve been of gold Happiness must’ve filled your soul.

Oh why, Lord, Oh why? Death is so funny; it makes me cry. It took our Mary. Why, oh why? Mary, Mary, we all were thinking you’d be fine. You left us all so far behind. Oh why, Lord, Oh why? Death is so funny; it makes me cry. It took our Mary. Why, oh why?

Scott Kasper

School: Wausau East High School Town: Wausau, Wisconsin

Date of Birth: October 28, 1953 Parents: Ervin and Beverly Kasper Scott. A myriad of images presents itself - - - square beads on a leather thong - - - purple jeans - - - tinkling piano - - - endless puns - - - pink roses - - - My reaction is in part a thing I am unable and perhaps unwilling to share. To talk about a life I touched but barely, yet felt deeply a part of - - - I think it beyond my reach to explain what he was, what he meant to all of us. Each in turn know a Scott, cared for a Scott, each a different one. Yet each life bears the impression of this boy-man, each shaped in part by that imprint - - - more cynical, joyous, tolerant, mellower, wiser in some ways, because we experienced his essence. This is the immorality around Scott’s life and death - - - My life bears the stamp of his - - - another life than that of mine - - - and so the links are forged. The Scott we all know was a Star . . . In childhood, he starred not only as one of the few boys in dancing class, but as a natural dancer, feeling movements from inside, tapping them out, even then with the flair that was his on stage. Versatile in youth, with a list of roles in numerous plays in children’s theater, on college campuses, in high school productions, community efforts - - - Poignant and knowing in his final performance in Harold Pinter’s mystical drama, The Dumbwaiter. The limelight came naturally to one who played intensely, from his core. He became each character, just as he became so many characters to his friends. Scott also stole the show offstage, not fearing his individuality, but letting it thrive. He fit many circles with his flexible face, loving the contact with his audiences on stage and off. He was a creator for himself, and for us - - - Shaping poetry for his moods - - -Characters to make a show - - - Movement to fit the music - - - And music to fill the room - - - Atmosphere heavy with himself - - - For many, Scott created the belief that the next day would be bearable. For a few, that next day became the threshold of a new future, because of how Scott built it for them. Scott built a laugh with increasing tempo, out of a chasm of hollow sounds. Finally, a full personality sprang from his roots, which were crippled by overabundant ability. I don’t believe Scott was always as happy as I knew him to be. Boundless energy drove him to his final stage, when he laughed from his belly. He knew the problem a gifted child sometimes has fitting in with his peers, and isolation preyed on him from time to time. He was able to solve the problem through intimacy with single talents, other colors, varied noises, more years. Typical of any young person, he struggled with a budding body, and typically, that body held a probing mind, leaving imagination, and a soul one could only feel. Scott settled on a philosophy of "oversoul," unity of man, God, and universe. It satisfied his inner cravings, left him full and peaceful Scott is screaming colors and throbbing sounds, shifting in a perpetual kaleidoscope. The Yield is in everchanging personality. Its elements are distinctly separate, the essence subtly muted. Sixteen years brought them together into a full, solid man: Scott. I sense somehow that all the elements did blend successfully into a man open in his faces, honest in his moods, close to the heart of life. This Scott was satisfied with his progress to date, and eagerly anticipating whatever the future was - - - and is. The final product was a kid who could smile and cry and love his friends, be the star attraction in a group, and do classic tragedy with a Chinese accent - - - a kid who wasn’t afraid of himself - - - a kid who pushed and pushed and pushed - - - a kid with a laugh that came from the center of his person, spiraled upward and out to me and the rest of the world - - - a laugh that’s still coming from somewhere - - - I can hear it. Heidi Brushert Laabs VOCATIONS OF PEACE Will it ever come to pass? Love as sweet, as green as grass? Who am I to give reply, shall it be before I die? Will it come on sunny morn? Or shall another "child" be born?I have no right to say, but it shall happen - - - someday. Will it come in afternoon? Or underneath a rising moon? I cannot say, but I may ask, Was I born to do this task? Scott - Peace I know you wouldn’t want to have anything fancy or want me to cry so I’ll try, but it will be hard because I loved you, Your sister, Barby.

Mary Beth Kinsock

School: Donald E. Gavit Jr. - Sr. High School Town: Hammond, Indiana Date of Birth: June 3, 1953 Parents: Mr. and Mrs. James Kinsock On a warm evening a bouncing baby girl, Mary Beth, was born. She was the third beautiful daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Kinsock. Her sisters were Susan and Pat. Mary Beth spent a normal childhood, learning all the things any girl wants to know. She learned to swim at a very early age. Mary Beth joined a Brownie troop, then on into a Girl Scout troop. While a scout, she enjoyed camping out, but it was not her favorite way of vacationing. A weekend was enough for her. She liked music - when she was ten she started taking accordion lessons and advanced very rapidly. I remember how hard and faithfully she practiced for a contest at the State Fair in Springfield. She won no prize but we were most proud of her. Upon entering high school, she had so much school work to keep up, she had no time for practice, so reluctantly she gave up playing the accordion. She joined the G.A.A. and enjoyed all the sports they offered. As a Freshman, she started taking Spanish. She became very interested in the language and joined the Spanish Club in her Sophomore year. She also was accepted for the Girls Choir. In her Junior year, she was chairman of the float committee for Spanish Club and the float won first place in the Club’s group. She was proud of herself and the whole committee. One day she came home very excited and asked if we would permit her to go to South America. Her Spanish teacher, Mrs. Marsha Sevald, thought that Mary Beth would be a good candidate for an exchange student. From then on, until she left for Lima, Peru, she was on cloud nine. She did all she could to earn money for her trip. She earned most of it by baby-sitting. The Spanish Club gave her a $150.00 scholarship to help with her expenses. Her hobbies included stamp collecting, horseback riding, bowling, and tennis. Mary Beth had decided to become a Spanish teacher, and she felt that the opportunity to become part of a Spanish speaking family would provide her with experiences she would not be able to acquire any other way. On June 19, 1970, at 3:05 p.m., Chicago time, armed with gifts for her exchange family, Mary Beth boarded a Braniff plane and was off to live with the Victor Acunia family of Lima, Peru. August 6, at 6:15 a.m., Lima, Peru time, she left with the group of American and Peruvain students to see Cuzco and Machu Picchu, The Lost City. It was on the return trip from Cuzco, on take-off that the plane crashed and Mary Beth, with 48 other young Americans were taken to their final reward. She returned to the United States on August 26, and laid to rest on August 28.

Laurie Ann Leafgreen

School: R.O.V.A. High School Town: Oneida, Illinois Date of Birth: September 6, 1953 Parents: George and Anne Leafgreen How can anyone capture in words all we saw in our children? We will try to share a little of our daughter, Laurie, by telling what we remember best. While in Peru, Laurie missed most the peace of the country. She was growing up on a farm, and blossoming into a sensitive woman while still an eager, inquisitive girl. She had a great love for animals. We always had dogs but her favorite was Snuffy, a cockapoo puppy. Laurie wrote home how much she missed him. Before she was old enough to be a member of the Rio Livestock 4-H Club, Laurie was raising her own pony and steer. She especially loved horses. Laurie joined 4-H and was an industrious member. The high point of every 4-H year came when all the clubs exhibited at the fair. In 1967 Laurie showed the Reserve Grand Champion Steer. When the photographers took pictures, Laurie’s steer was standing on her foot, but she was so happy and proud she just kept on smiling and never said a word. Laurie was faithful to God, sensitive to moral values and very loving to her family. She attended the Presbyterian Church and received her tenth year pin for outstanding attendance. She willingly contributed to the projects which made possible youth retreats and often taught Bible School classes. Laurie and her older brother and sister, Mark, 21, and Darcy, 19, were very close. When Mark went to college and Darcy married, they did not grow apart, but instead discovered how much more they had to share. Laurie was always aware of the feelings and attitudes of others and was quickly accepted as a loyal friend. She was honest and forthright. One of her friends wrote in her yearbook that he liked her most because she was so sincere. She was a very petite girl but every inch was energy. Laurie loved swimming and she and Steve, her boyfriend, spent many hours hiking, looking for deer, or searching for antique bottles. From seventh through tenth grades she was a cheerleader and loved every minute of it. Her junior year she took an academic overload, was sixth in her class and still made time for G.A.A., F.H.A., National Honor Society, Pep Club, Spanish Club and was Junior editor of the yearbook. Her enthusiasm overwhelmed us. One of her happiest moments was when she was chosen varsity cheerleader for her Senior year. Laurie was also to be a Senior editor of the yearbook. She welcomed the challenge. We are thankful Laurie was honored by being chosen a Junior Marshall for the graduating class last year. After Laurie’s graduation she had planned to major in home economics and perhaps be an airline stewardess. She wanted to serve others in the best way she could. For months Laurie dreamed of going to Peru. She had chosen Peru even before we knew that the student we were to have live with us that winter would be from Lima. Our Peruvian foster child, Marcela, and Laurie got along fine and Marcela’s departure was very sad. Laurie was getting so excited and told us many times how much the trip meant to her and how she felt it was something she must do. June 19, her departure day, was a beautiful day. Laurie had never flown before and had some apprehension about the earthquakes. Also she had never traveled outside her state of Illinois. We know she was excited and wanted very much to go, but we also know that getting on that plane was the hardest thing she ever did in her life The Adiego’s, Laurie’s foster family, and Marcela’s family gave her love and friendship. From the many warm letters we have received, we believe Laurie was happy. Her foster sister wrote us, "I really want to thank my little sister for teaching me to enjoy little things. You were like a candle in the darkness for us." Laurie went to Peru to share, learn and help bring people of the world together. She touched the lives of many and left an indelible impression. These lines from her last letter written after the trip to Huancayo best describe Laurie. They are comforting words to us and we hope they will be reassuring to others. "We are all very close and sometimes we just cry knowing we have to separate. I just cannot tell you how much I love these kids and the greatest part is that they love me, too." Written by her sister, Darcy

Ardeth Diana Marshall

School: Livonia Central Village: Lima, New York Date of Birth: March 26, 1953 rents: Mr. and Mrs. Michael Marshall

I was born March 26, 1953 the baby of the family and I mean the baby - my brothers were Keith 16 yrs. And Michael 18 yrs. Old. I already had my own special babysitters and they sure came in handy while I was growing up. All my life I have lived on a farm where life begins and ends. In my younger years I led the normal life of a boy, that is because of my not being able to stand staying in the house playing with dolls or doing things girls normally do. Spending the greater share of time outdoors by streams catching frogs, picking up worms to bait my hook to go fishing, hunting with my father for rabbits and pheasants with my cap gun, building forts, exploring nature, playing in hay mounds, driving tractor, and helping with the cows or whatever I was old enough to do at the time. What a feeling of complete awe you get from helping a cow give birth, another one of life’s unexplainable wonders. My school years, Kindergarten through eighth, were ones that were full of experiences that are the type you say "Remember the time when." The days were spent going to church, to camp, birthday parties, belonging to scouts, marching in parades, playing in the school band, taking lessons in piano, flute, dancing, appearing on T.V., going deep sea fishing, visiting places of historical interest, collecting rocks, memos of all occasions, making scrapbooks, collecting stamps, and my favorite of all - riding horses when I could saddle them, if not, bareback! Flying to Rhode Island on a plane alone at the age of 9 to visit my Aunt Dottie and Uncle Walter was really groovy. My love of animals is the reason for my small zoo which consists of cats, fish, parakeet, turtle, rabbit, calf, three dogs, and my truest love of all my three horses. When at the age of two my parents took me to a fair where there were merry go rounds and horses to ride my favorite quote "Let’s go where the horses are that walk." When I was of the old age of three years, finally a horse of my own, and have been riding ever since both western and English. One of my greatest wishes came true having a foal of my own from birth and training him to be a well disciplined horse that was my Admiral. By the age of twelve I had reached the wonderful height of 5 feet 7 inches tall much to my delight this sure did make it easy to mount any size horse I decided to ride. In recent years however I have begun to show my thoroughbred, My Fair Lady, consistently in horse shows at Jack Frohn’s, New York State Fair and many others. My Fair Lady and I have won many ribbons and trophies, one that will always stay in my memory for sportmanship (Best in Show) that we won at the Hemlock Fair. I am a member of the American Horse Show Association which allows me to ride in many shows. I can only say that I love the thrill of jumping a horse as we approach the jump, feeling the muscles of the horse tense up, the eagerness to jump builds up and then with a smooth effortless leap we are over the fence and preparing for the next one. No matter what the weather is hot or cold to ride all day if I could would be just the greatest, loving everything about horses except cleaning box stalls. My mom and dad after careful diagnosis have come up with the realization that I have an incurable disease, "Horse Fever." When I am not riding horses, getting ready for horse shows, taking lessons in riding, going to church to the M.Y.F. group at church, skidooing, reading, writing letters to the boys in Vietnam, sending packages, preparing speeches for the Toastmaster Club, attending 4-H meetings, planning horse shows for other children, working with the Teen Board at McCurdy’s and in the children’s gift shop at Christmas, swimming, water skiing, fishing, driving my own car, playing tennis, modeling, attending John Powers School, speed reading school, flute lessons, going to all sporting events, football, basketball, hockey, lacrosse and etc., making my own clothes, cooking real odd dishes, dating and of course skiing which you will find I have perfected the technique of falling as that is what I spend most of the time doing when skiing. It is indescribable as I sail down the great white way, the wind plays melodies in my ears and then those melodies turn into wrong sour notes as I in vain try to untangle and pick myself up again. Otherwise, if you can’t find me please look under all those books that leave only my ears showing, that’s me, doing my homework. With all this school still comes first and my marks do matter so much to me. In school I participate in many activities; band, chorus, G.A.A., Latin Club co-editor, class secretary, member of Student Council, newspaper staff, girl’s soccer and basketball teams, elected honorary member of the National Honor Society in sophomore year, class fashion show coordinator, Junior Prom Queen, Fall week-end queen candidate, captain of collecting for the heart fund, President National Honor Society, and exchange student to Peru. Twenty-four hours a day are not long enough there is so much to be done. I am majoring in Math and Science and want to go to college to become a doctor, or scientist in the field of atomic research. But whatever I become I only want to enjoy life to its fullest and try to spread happiness to as many others as possible. Written by Ardeth Diana Marshall Her recipe for life 1 cup of happiness 1 gram of smiles 1 oz. cheer 1 lb. love Mixed real well and spread all over. Although she was only here for such a short time her many memorials will be here a long time. To have been the parents of this lovely young girl was all anyone could ever ask of life. She was a joy to behold and every place she was, happiness, love, laughter and understanding were there. She will always have a place in the hearts of all that knew and loved her; her brothers Mike, Keith; her sisters-in-law Janet, Judy; her nieces Karen, Vicky, Molly; her nephews Mike, Jeff, Bradley; and the rest of the family. She is going to be six years old She is quite the busy one I’m told

She babysits for a certain horse And takes care of Grandpa and BeBa of course

She swims like a fish in the pool And bothers her father ‘til he loses his cool

She has boyfriends galore And certainly doesn’t need anymore She visits all the neighbors To carefully discuss their labors Her brother and sister never know what to expect Even if a warning they can detect. She has bouncy blonde hair And skin that is tan yet fair She’s much taller I bet And still growing as of yet While I’ve been away I think of her every day And now the date has drawn near As it has probably been made quite clear The day that was the start Of her life which we are all a part I want to wish her a grand birthday And happiness that forever will stay What’s the name of this sweet, big, little girl, by golly Her name is Molly. Written by Ardy to her niece August 3, 1970

Sharron Denise Martin

Born: January 2, 1955 Town: Elkin, North Carolina Parents: James and Frances Martin Brothers: Darrel and Douglas THE THIRD CHILD Her grandfather called them "laughing" eyes - brown eyes, sparkling with the light of love and life. As Denise grew older, people were drawn more and more to her eyes. They were the mirrors of her soul. Her hair was a soft golden brown, as fine as spun flaxen. In the sixth grade, Denise had her long beautiful tresses cut. "I’ve grown up," she said. Shortly after this she made another important decision, to become a Christian and serve God. Denise had many talents; the talent to make people smile, to make people forget their problems, to relate to people of all kinds, regardless of their race, creed, or color. And she had the talent to move with the grace of a wild swan - Denise had the talent of dance. Denise began to dance at the age of three. She danced on the floor of the Martin home, in the formal outfit of . . . a slip. Her parents were delighted and enrolled Denise in a ballet school. Denise studied ballet for twelve years. The annual recital was the highlight of the year for Denise. To get a chance to perform in the recital made each year’s work so much easier. At the age of fourteen Denise began to teach ballet in a small studio at the Martin home. She enjoyed teaching immensely. Perhaps Denise’s biggest moment in ballet came in her last performance, in which she was competing in a talent show. Her oldest brother, Darrel, tells it like this: "The curtain had just opened, and Denise was standing there, in a classic ballet pose. The music wasn’t ready, yet Denise still didn’t move, she didn’t bat an eyelash. I asked Mama if that was my ugly little sister, so pretty and graceful. She was so pretty; so much like a picture." She placed second in the talent competition. This encouraged her greatly and so she planned her first recital to occur on her return from Peru. Her students were very excited and so was Denise. Denise worked with horses professionally and kept up with the local horse shows just for the fun of it. She was only four years old when she fell in love with horses. Her parents thought that this was just a whim that Denise would soon lose interest in. She never did. In 1966, her father made a deal with her. "Denise, if you save half the money for your horse, I’ll match it, and we’ll get you a horse." Of course, Bob didn’t think that she would save the money; neither did anyone else. But she did. One year later she had her own horse. She and her father groom the horse, and soon began to train it. "I’m going to enter the M.Y.F. Horse Show, and I’m going to win." One year later she did both. Denise was nervous, and rightly so. This was the first showing of her horse! At the end of the horse show, however, she took home a ribbon for third place - and was pleased and proud. At the end of two years of competition, she had collected: six first place trophies, seven second place trophies, and eight third place trophies. She placed, all in all, thirty-two times in two years. Her father says that to him, "It didn’t matter whether she won or lost, our working together made it all worthwhile. The many hours we spent together grooming the horses were some of the happiest in my life, and I think they were some of the happiest of hers also." Denise went to Peru to see the people. She loved people from all walks of life - rich, poor, young and old. Goodbye - is the worse part of any trip. That final second, the final touch, a tear threatening to overflow. Goodbyes are filled with love. Frances speaks, " I felt that Denise was very young, but she had a very adventurous spirit. She wanted to go and I could not hold on to her . . . When she left, her beautiful eyes were full of tears but she was laughing; I suppose she was having mixed emotions about the whole thing . . . She called home later . . . and said, "Mama, I got to go . . . I sure don’t want to miss the plane . . . New York is very big and exciting, but I want to go see Peru . . . I love you and Daddy . . . ‘bye for now . . . " The last letter from Denise came August 9; her parents consider it a ‘last will and testament.’ It was Denise’s final wish that she would return to Dodson and study Spanish, so that she could return to Peru someday. Her parents have dedicated two scholarships to Peruvian students. There are presently two Peruvians in the Martin home. They explain; "Having the students here is more than just us helping someone else - it helps US." And somewhere Denise is watching, and understands. A TRIBUTE TO DENISE Winged Spirit, a wild bird flying To another country, across another sea, There with heavenly bodies dwelling Through life’s eternity. You say she died? You are mistaken. Her fettered spirit was set free And now from star to star she journeys So much to do, to share and see. She had no thought or fear of dying, Just helping people in their quest For better things that she’s been knowing And so she had no time to rest. She knew no wrong but law abiding, She went her brave and fearless way Not knowing that the gates would open So very early in the day. She won’t be back but onward faring You’ll see her smile again as when She stepped aboard for her last journey And now she’s reached her journey’s end. Mrs. R.M. Harris (Cousin of Denise Martin)

Sara Ann Marvin

School: Rocky Grove High School Town: Reno, Pennsylvania Born: August 19, 1954 Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Curtis Marvin Sarah was an active girl who never let time waste away. She was occupied with classes, clubs, household chores, baby-sitting and hours of homework. She seemed to thrive on keeping busy. She was an academic student, maintained a B average during her junior year and ranked 17th in her class. She was a member of the Student Council, Athletic Finance Committee, SCOPE, Future Teachers of America, Drama Club, Broadcasting Club, member and president of the Future Homemakers of America and was an office messenger at school. She was chairman of the props committee for the Junior Class Play, had gone to the State Farm Show in Harrisburg with the FHA, had been one of the delegates to the District Student Council Convention at Wattsburg and was chairman of the decorating committee for the Junior Class Prom. Her principal described Sarah as "a top-notch fine young lady, respected by all ..." Her guidance counselor said she was "an excellent student with a fine character." Sarah was never urged to excel, she set her own standard of achievement. She worked constantly, was well organized and enjoyed almost everything she did. Her hobbies included skiing, ice skating, hiking, swimming, tennis, dancing, riding horseback and spending time with her friends. She made many of her clothes and could knit well, liked to cook and had tried canning. Sarah was born with a sweet and loving disposition. She was thoughtful, appreciative, patient and diplomatic. She was as nice at home as she was away. She was a young adult who have definite ideas of her own. She was full of fun and had a good sense of humor. She used to make us laugh with things like wondering if her glasses had broken because the heat from the shower had made them contract. She made our lives more pleasant and bright. College was in Sarah’s future. She was thinking of interpreting in Chinese or Russian, difficult languages, but we have been told her intelligence and determination were equal to it. She had always hoped to travel. This opportunity can sooner than expected when she was awarded the International Fellowship Exchange Student Scholarship. She was enthusiastic about the exchange program and felt that students making friends with families in other countries was contributing in a small way toward a world without war. In a letter about the trip to Machu Pichu she said, "It hardly seems true that I am getting this opportunity," and in another, "I want you to know that I couldn’t be happier." The weeks before Sarah left were hectic - exams, shopping, the house a shambles, until just before she was to leave; by morning the house was straightened up and she had put a bouquet with daisies on the TV - as if she wasn’t going to pass this way again. Sarah is survived by her parent, and older sister, Susan, and a younger brother, Curt, and a nephew, Timothy, born September 1, 1970. From one of Sarah’s favorite poems: How can I bear it; buried here, While overhead the sky grows clear And Blue again after the storm? O, multi-colored, multiform, Beloved beauty over me, That I shall never, never see Again! Spring - silver, autumn - gold, That I shall never more behold! The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, and the let the face of God shine through. From "Renascence" by Edna St. Vincent Millay, Harper & Rowe, Copyright 1917, 1945, by Ednay St. Vincent Millay. By permission of Norma Millay Ellis. "We came in peace for all mankind." The astronauts brought a unity to the whole world, and what they said expresses what I feel a foreign exchange student should strive for abroad. World peace is an important goal of the future. War, besides being senseless, cost money and more important, lives. Mutual peace can only be achieved by countries working together for it . . .I don’t think people can go to war with a country where they took part in family life and recognized their own family, friends, and country. Differences wold diminish if countries exchanged ideas of culture, education, and government . . . While you take their ideas you give ideas and create the image they will have of America. All this would benefit only yourself if you didn’t discard the bad ideas and bring the good ones back home for the whole country to profit from. Maybe someday if enough exchange students were exchanged war would be a thing of the past, our ultimate goal for the future. Sarah Marvin

Sheryl Lynn McDowell

School: Momence High School Town: Momence, Illiois Born: August 16, 1953 Parents: Don and Merry Ellen McDowell "To me being a Christian isn’t just going to church on Sunday, but how I live every day of my life." Sherry’s life was a shining testimony to the sincerity of her belief in these words she spoke. People were her personal concern. Her greatest happiness came from doing for others. She sought out the new pupils at school to be sure they felt welcome. Upon hearing of the plane accident, a young man who required special education told his mother, "Sherry will never die in my heart because she always had time to talk with me - not everyone does." She made clothes for a migrant farm worker’s baby - the family was destitute due to the father’s disappearance, and their plight had come to the attention of Sherry’s Sunday School teacher. Sherry left her class early every Sunday morning to go to a little mission Sunday School. Here she led the singing and played the piano then taught a kindergarten age group. The man who directed the Sunday School wrote the following letter of Sherry: " A personal loss to our Sunday School . . . an admirable Christian girl of a very rare character, a girl who knew no color lines. She was a respecter of persons whether they be rich or poor. She should be an inspiration to every young American of every race and creed . . . loved by all and always willing to lend a helping hand or take a part . . . a Dorcas character who leaves many weeping and remembering the kind deeds she has done for each and every one. On the church grounds on the east side of town, her footprints were seen in the winter’s snow, upon the wet grass in the early spring, and on the dusty path on a hot summer Sunday morn. Her talents were not buried but shared that she might return to the Lord His fair share which He had entrusted to her. Her smile exposed the warm affectioned heart she had within. She has gone but not very far for she will always be upon our minds and in our hearts. I count it a blessing knowing her that I too might obtain her simple child-like faith." Sherry enjoyed school and its related activities. She was an enthusiastic member of Spanish Club and always interested in the exchange students who came to Momence: those who stayed with other families and in our own home. She loved to sing and was a member of Concert Choir and Varsity Singers. School sporting events found her with the Pep Club, and she avidly worked on floats for Homecoming. She laughed about being elected treasurer of her Junior Class, as math was her most difficult subject. Despite her struggle with math, she was a member of National Honor Society. Travel held a special lure for Sherry. Before family vacations she wrote for material telling of places of interest and studied the maps for a route that would include the most of scenic and historic attractions available. She took a special delight in reading about the places to be visited and sharing this knowledge with her family and friends. Sherry considered camping vacations "the greatest"; because she could meet more people while traveling. She loved to invite her new-found friends over for an evening around the campfire. During her Freshman year in high school, Sherry read a book about Peru describing Machu Picchu, the lost city of the Incas; and the longing to visit this particular place began. She remembered the fascination of El Morro, the massive rock rising abruptly over two hundred feet above the desert floor in northwestern New Mexico. At the top the silent ruins of the pueblos of the Atsinni Indian tribe still command a breathtaking view of the surrounding area. Memories returned of Mesa Verde which was once home to thousands of cliff-dwelling Indians in what is now southwestern Colorado. Only the abandoned villages of stone and adobe built in natural indentations on the face of the cliffs jutting from pine covered mountains remain today. When Sherry was chosen to be Momence’s foreign exchange student and it was confirmed that she would go to Peru, she was ecstatically happy and awed by the responsibility that would be hers. She loved her Peruvian family, Dr. and Sra. Helmet Stiepel and their daughter Mickey. She felt especially privileged to share their home; as Dr. and Sra. Stiepel are natives of Germany, and this gave Sherry the opportunity to learn of German culture also. Sherry’s letters home bubbled with happiness and enthusiasm. And then came the letter telling of the long anticipated trip to Macchu Picchu ending with, "I’m living a dream come true." Among Sherry’s belongings was found this poem which she had copied: "I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good thing, therefore, that I can do Or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature Let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again." The thought of this poem seems to sum up the way Sherry lived her life. It is engraved on her memorial marker - a remembrance of a beautiful life joyously lived and a challenge to those of us who remain here awhile longer to give of ourselves to others before we too return to God.

Gary Michael Michaels

Born: Geneva, New York May 9, 1953

On June 19, 1970, Gary Michaels left for Peru and the family of Senor and Senora Eleazar Rodriguez. Gary was the youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. Michael G. Michaels, and the fourth of his family to participate in the exchange student program. His older brothers, George and Bob, and sister, Lana, were exchange students to Guayaquil, Ecuador. Gary was attracted by the Inca ruins at Machu Picchu, so he chose Peru as his country to visit. In his letters Gary spoke of the concern and friendliness of his Peruvian families. He valued his many experiences there and the beauty of the countryside. He felt he could learn much from foreign cultures and traditions. Among those who lost their lives on August 9, 1970 were two of his Peruvian family brothers, Pocho, 19 and Mabytto, 24. While at Geneva High School, he served as a Student Council Representative; was quite active in sports; lacrosse, varsity bowling and tennis; he was a natural athlete! He was devoted to water sports, boating, fishing and avidly waterskiing. Gary was an animal lover; while other boys his age were learning to drive, Gary was hiking. He also loved music and played the piano, as he had a natural ear for the instrument. Gary was an alter boy and was president of St. Michael’s Junior Syrian Orthodox Youth Organization for two years. He led his group to win the Canadian-American Region Youth Organization Trophy, for being "the most active and zealous youth club in the region." An annual plaque in his memory was established by the Can-Am Regional Organization, which will be awarded to the teenager who best exemplifies Gary’s leadership. Gary was a real individual, unimpressed with superficialities. He knew what kind of person he was - entirely unpretentious, completely sincere, he expected the same from others. Although Gary was a quiet introspective boy, he was very interested in others. In a letter to his sister he wrote "...It’s a good job to be able to figure out what people are thinking or what their life was about." Gary demonstrated his concern in many ways: helping the little boy next door throw a good ball because "he doesn’t have older brothers to teach him ...," this was the everyday thoughtfulness of Gary. In his yearbook his friends and classmates wrote, "I will always remember Gary being considerate of others. He never had a bad word to say" ... "He was like a brother and a great counselor." In memory of Gary his class established a citizenship award to be presented annually to the student who has shown the greatest personal growth and maturity while contributing of himself to his fellow students. Also, a Gary Michaels Memorial Scholarship award has been established by the Community College of the Finger Lakes, to be presented annually to a student entering the Community College who most exemplifies Gary’s character of quiet leadership. "It wasn’t too long ago, that day. It was a day of sadness for us, but it was a nice day" - by Janalee Meeks (part quote from 1971 Yearbook dedicated to Gary.

Kim Miller

School: Corinth Central Town: Corinth, New York Date of Birth: March 29, 1953 Parents: Robert and Shirley Sister and Brother: Sheri and Brian Kim, the first child in a family of three children, was born in Lykens, Pennsylvania, on a Palm Sunday. He lived in Pennsylvania ‘til he was two years of age and then moved to New York, where he lived his remaining years. His life was a typical boy’s life with his inquisitive mind searching for answers and looking for new adventure at every chance that came his way. He grew to be a great lover of outdoor sports such as baseball, hunting, fishing and provided us with some delicious meals and also many happy and humorous memories. Camping always proved to be a joy to him as this enabled him to be near nature which he so loved. Music also played an important part in his life. He enjoyed singing and playing his guitar, especially with a group of young friends surrounding him. Knowing how Kim enjoyed life and especially young people his age, it seems only fitting at this time that we let the young people continue with his biography. These are their own words written in an English class. We felt inadequate trying to write his biography so asked his English teacher to do it for us and he in turn though his classmates should. Quote: He never imposed his will on others, he didn’t need to- Steve Zamperelli I always felt a kind of security, knowing he would be there every day and no one will ever know the feeling that exists when this security was taken away from us. - Lucinda LeClerc It is really hard to describe him because, well, when you are treated so nice by him, you want to try to say the greatest thing about him. - Faith Woodcock They once told him that he led the pack - and he did - and he does - and he will forever - amen - Mike Densmore The following words are from the yearbook which was dedicated in Kim’s memory. "We find etched in our minds the memory of our very dear friend and colleague, Kim R. Miller. Our reflections show us a boy who excelled in school and was a superb athlete. Yet, with all his achievements, he had the time to be a friend to young and old. He always gave an all-out effort in everything he undertook." "The comfort of having a friend may be taken away but not that of having had one."

Patricia Anne Monaco

Patricia Anne was born on March 27, 1953 - most happy day for us. After four boys, she was especially precious. Patty was a sweet cuddle baby and truly the answer to our prayers. Patty made friends easily and her grammar school days were happy times. We called her "Our World Traveler." She loved visits to new places. On entering West Seneca Junior High School, we saw that she was developing into a fine young lady. The changes, typical of a teenager started to take place, more hair care and very aware of fashion. She was a very conscientious student, and was a member of the Student Council throughout high school. She worked hard on any project that she took part in and there were many; however, her first love was caring for children. One of Patty’s greatest pleasures was her volunteer work at the West Seneca School for Retarded Children. She looked forward to those hours with the children and worked hard - loving, caring for and teaching them. She started alone, but soon had four friends recruited to join her. Her ambition was to become a Social Worker. Glory and recognition was not her aim. Personal satisfaction from helping others was her reward. Patricia loved the Holidays. She enjoyed the "togetherness" of family and friends. She took over the Christmas baking and decorations, and spent many happy hours shopping for others, never forgetting the little ones. Her last gift to us was a puppy to keep us company while she was in Peru. Knowing her desire to see how the poor lived in South America we were not surprised to find ourselves a part of I.F.S. We learned much through the many exchange students from there. We opened our home to them whenever it was needed as a stopover on their trip to Washington, D.C. Patty made many new friends from this group and saw many of them when she was in Peru. Patty and her South American sister, Nancy Carson, were very close. Nancy had spent two previous school years at our home. Nancy and her father brought our Patty home last August 19, 1970 from her ill-fated trip to Cuzco. Nancy stayed with us until she was married on May 1, 1971 from our home. Patty’s planning for her trip was the most exciting thing in her life. We know that her time there was filled with happy moments. She also wrote of the poverty and how much she would like to help. Her letters bubbled with praise for the way she was received by all of her new found friends. She loved the people. All the poor children had her pegged as "the young Senorita with the pennies." One of her last letters stated, "It seems so strange to think that I will probably never see these people again that I have met and love so much." We received many letters from her friends in Peru telling us what a wonderful time Patty had there, and how happy she was. We are proud that she was such a beautiful person. Our good friends here in our town started the "Patricia Anne Scholarship Fund" in her memory. It will be perpetual. The Senior class dedicated the Yearbook to Patty. Our Patty was sweet and young, with still so much to give, and we miss her so, but we do feel that God needed help, probably with the "littlest angels" and that Patty is continuing her work in Heaven.

Linda Jean Moore

School: Perry Hall Senior High Town: Perry Hall, Maryland Birth: April 18, 1953 Parents: John and Thelma Moore Linda Moore was born on a farm in Perry Hall, Maryland. Linda, her brother, Douglas, and a younger sister, Patricia, were the fourth generation of Moore’s to live on the original homestead property. At an early age, Linda showed an interest in piano which led to nine years of lessons. Her greatest love was music. She was the accompanist for the Symphonic Band, the Perry Hall Concert Choir, the All-State Band, and the Job’s Daughters organization. She was also the substitute organist at church. During early school days she showed a talent for art. Later Linda did a self-portrait which has become a treasure. Linda studied Spanish for four years. Her teacher remarked that Linda grasped the language very easily and this became one reason for Linda’s scholarship to Peru. The other reason was Linda and her family had been a host family for a student from Peru; all in the interest of life and other people. Linda gained the reputation of being an enterprising girl. She worked summers selling fruit at the stand. Between customers she managed to sew most of her clothes. Her mother’s machine was temporarily located in the apple house. Linda had a happy childhood. She developed an unusual interest in nature. She was out of doors as much as possible, enjoying hiking, tree climbing, and swimming. Linda investigated genealogy and traced the family tree. One of the highlights of Linda’s life was receiving an invitation to view, in front row seat, the Presidential Inauguration in 1968. This created a special interest in politics and she did volunteer work at the polls. In Linda’s Sophomore and Junior years she maintained a 4.0 average while being active in many other interests. She was a member of the National Honor Society and was to have been president in her senior year. She was a member of the A.F.S. and the Thespians. She sang in the Concert Choir and went to Canada on tour. Linda earned her varsity letters in sports. Church was a vital experience for Linda. She was a member of the Camp Chapel Methodist Church. She was the first Youth Representative to the Ministerium Council in the area. Linda was active in youth fellowship and church choirs. God became a powerful force that motivated Linda in her writings. Linda always had time for fun. Her father is particularly fond of a picture of her high in a tree peeking through the foliage. Linda was an avid camper with experiences at church camps and family vacations. She was a magnetic personality with a generous helping of zest for life and thoughtfulness of others. Linda worked. Linda challenged herself. Linda gave. Linda lived the joyful, abundant life of commitment. After failing a driver’s test, Linda wrote herself a letter . . . "Linda, I believe God let you fail this test to teach you an important lesson. I believe He wants you to know that things do not come as easily in life as you might have expected . . ." With more practice, Linda did earn her driver’s license. At the memorial service, Rev. Luther Starnes very aptly spoke of Linda. He was always amazed at her rare ability with music. There was total dedication to learn and live life to the fullest. Many of us are content in our safe lives, but who would restrict her search for a higher mountain and more interesting life. ‘Tis better to have loved and to have lost than never to have loved at all.’ Poems written by Linda Moore (1970) The crescendo of his song matched the blue jay’s upward flight. Higher into the lofty expanse of sky he flew. His warbling and trills soared with him. The bird soars upward, his trills and warbling crescendoing with him. In the silence of the golden afternoon, a shot blasts out. The bird falls downward the sforzando of his song as sudden as his death. In the bushes, a small denim clad boy awaits the innocent prey.

Rivers of delicate blue-white violets stretch before my wondering eyes in an endless maze of rainbowic beauty Papa cardinal, in his scarlet pope’s robe cries and chirps as he searches the vast oasis of healthy green meadow for an unsuspecting earthworm. Trees, with their cracked and peeling skin, blow and bend as the clouds sign, and a gentle breeze whispers through them. A myriad of color confront me. Golden buttercups, pale-purple lilacs, white daises God is not dead. Mountain top, Peace, "Lamb shall dwell with Lion." Everyone too happy, didn’t appreciate goodness because they didn’t know evil. Taken back down to valley, kept trying to climb up. Always strove because they had hope of reaching peace. Mountain - filled with flowers, beautiful, colorful Christ - sorrowful face, hanging on cross in flowers.

Ann Mayme Morrow

School: South Central School Town: Greenwich, Ohio Born: April 22, 1952 Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Carl Morrow

A father and son climbed off the Mayflower. After them a shoemaker, clergyman, and many others. All wanted a better life for themselves and the children to come. This inheritance they gave to one small baby, Ann Mayme Morrow. This baby grew and so did her interest in the world around her. Ann was fascinated by every living thing on her farm home. She collected moths and had many pets. If an animal was ailing, she poked capsules down it unwilling throat. She became a member of the United Methodist Church in 1964. She never gave her family cause to be ashamed. She lived her faith. Ann went to church and scout camps, to Vacation Bible School. She joined summer reading clubs, enjoyed bike riding, slumber parties, her friends and cousins. She loved doing things with her father - they fished, played games, rode the tractor. Her collections were many: stamps, coins, fans, spoons. She was interested in flowers, made beads from rose petals and experimented making perfume. Her collection of nearly a hundred African violets gave evidence of scientific interest. Ann became interested in photography - as a junior she joined a camera club. Ann began cooking Friday night suppers. She baked bread each week and made many of her own clothes. One project was painting woodwork throughout her home. Every year she was on the scholarship team an d a participant in science fairs, several times a winner on district and state levels. She was a member of Future Teachers of America, National Honor Society, Student Council, Camera Club, Pep Club and school musical groups. She worked in the library and was yearbook photographer. She held forty-eight certificates from school and church for scholastic and citizenship activities and was given the silver cup of Honor student, 1970. Ann was in the upper ten per cent in the Merit National Education Development Test, was listed in "Who’s Who Among American High School Students," held the title, "Homemaker of Tomorrow," and was one of ten Betty Crocker Ohio winners although she did not take home economic Ohio Northern College made her an Honorary Freshman Scholar on the basis of her scholastic achievements, and she planned to attend college there. As part of the International Fellowship Program, she enjoyed having Maria Alcantara of Peru in her home. Ann liked to travel; as Maria planned her return to Peru, Ann prepared for her own trip. Ann’s first letter said, "I am very happy and in good health. Lelanie (de Saponara) and my new Mom are wonderful people." "Later she wrote," . . . I am thinking of (being) a Peace Corps volunteer." Leliane writes of Ann, "She was like my own sister and a real daughter to my mother. We loved her ..." Ann was seldom idle. It is inconsistent that death should still her boundless energy; surely in another world Ann has found an outlet in learning, helping, exploring in God’s kingdom. Ann Eyes of blue, round and true. Sometimes full of mischief, too; Taffy hair and teeth of pearl, Happy, happy, little girl. Four years old, never cold, Heavy things she likes to hold; And to fly high in her swing ‘Til the wind begins to sing. Vinegar - (she likes things sour) Keeps her sweet as any flower. How she does it no one knows, But her skin is like a rose. Wise is she for her few years, Rarely she resorts to tears; And she’ll help you if she can, Der, quick, loving little Ann Viola Morrow Wheeler - Ann’s great aunt -

Janine Louis Mullin

Born: December 30, 1953 Town: Marion, Indiana School: Marion High School Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Cordia E. Mullin Janine was baptized in St. Mark’s Reformed Church in Lebanon, Pennsylvania. In 1967, she made her Commitment to Christ through the Bill Graham Program. She had an older sister, Michelle. Her Creed: To Strive, To Seek, To Find. She was a child of nature. As a toddler she had a fascination for insects, birds, small animals and flowers. At the age of three her father gave her first butterfly net. When she was five she had a collection of most butterflies found in Indiana. Later, she wrote: "Few People in our society have found themselves because few people know the winds, the sea, the trees. . ."

Janine had traveled to Mexico and Canada before she started school. She camped with her family in many state and national parks. Several years later she wrote, "I’m in Cuzco now and everything is wonderful . . ." The card was found at the crash scene. Janine wrote: "How I make friends I try to be dependable, polite and courteous . . . I make the interests of others my interests, I try to be as pleasant as I can." At the age of ten she wrote: ". . . I wish I could grow up to be a teacher, or a biologist and geologist." Janine was concerned about political problems. She worked for the "Robert Kennedy Campaign," and wrote "I feel our government is better than any other nation’s; it could be even better by changing its ideas toward Communism . . . if you drowned them with kindness . . . we could easily make them realize our system is best . . . You can’t destroy an idea by killing people, but you can replace it with a better one. The highlight of Janine’s high school career was in May, 1969 when she marched as a Pom Pom girl with the Marion Giant Band in the Indianapolis "500" race before 350,000 people; and again in August, when the band won the Indiana State Championship. "You can’t imagine how thrilled you feel to hear all those people cheering for you." She averaged all "A’s" for the semester in her Junior year. She won the Silver Award for the best first year Spanish student. Janine wrote from Peru: "I want to go the Cuzco. This weekend there is a festival and people from all over the world are going. My sister, Milly, is going with me. The others in my family have all been but she never has. I am being good and careful so don’t worry because I haven’t had even one problem." Janine’s Peruvian friend wrote: "Janine left a beautiful memory here . . . She was sincere, honest, kind . . . I can tell you that Janine was very happy in Peru with her family . . . My parents cried too, they felt Janine was a daughter because she came many times to my home. At school we made a beautiful Mass for their Souls." Janine’s Peruvian foster parents wrote: "We feel that we have lost not one daughter but two, so much had Janine become a part of our lives in such a short time . . . We came to love her as our own, and many, many friends and relative have wept with us for her. We have only the consolation that surely both these vital, joyful children are now in the Kingdom of the Lord and free from all care."

AUTUMN The leaves are turning colors orange, yellow, and red The air is turning cooler The plants are going to bed The insects now are dying The river is freezing at its mount The seeds are bursting from their pods The birds are flying south by: Janine Mullin 8 years old ONE SMALL BIRD I wonder where that small bird goes

I wonder what he seeks Maybe a bright green meadow Or perhaps some rocky peaks

He’s probably visited Spain and France And maybe many more If I had traveled as far as he My wings would be quite sore He’s traveled over mountain, hill and dale Over lakes so bright and gay He’s as free as the wind may ever be And off on a separate way by: Janine Mullin 12 years old Although by living a simple life man has time to think of his future, he has less chance to experience events of life. Man should be active and not spend his life thinking about his future and never doing anything about it. by: Janine Mullin 17 years old

Sue Ann Nagy

School Shannock Valley High School Town: Rural Valley Pennsylvania Born: June 24, 1954 Parents: Mr. and Mrs. John D. Nagy, Jr Sue Ann had completed her sophomore year and had been active in Allied Youth, a member of the girls basketball team, a member of the prom court and a junior high cheerleader. Cooking and sewing were among her hobbies. Her delight in being selected as an exchange student was a joy to behold. She wrote on her application to the International Fellowship, "As an exchange student, I would be America on display and I would try my hardest to leave an impression that would benefit my country." She felt that this would give her greater opportunity to learn about others and have them learn about us. Her school newspaper in memoriam said, "There is no doubt in anyone's mind that Sue Ann did much to promote this understanding,

With her kind, gentle manner which endeared her to her friends, her school, and her country." To those of us who knew her best, it was clear that Sue Ann possessed a rare depth of thought and feeling." Her home in Peru was with the Roberto Bel family of Miraflores, in Lima. Their daughter, Amada, a former exchange student to the U.S. also perished with Sue Ann. The Bel Family, although grief-stricken themselves, wrote of Sue Ann's kind manner and the love they had developed for her. Sue Ann often spoke of the many thoughtful things they did for her. Her letters were filled with joy. She grieved for the earthquake victims who she had visited and she had compassion for the unfortunate poor she saw. Sue Ann's original choice was Europe. Since accommodations were available Sue Ann was assigned to Peru, not undesirable as far as she was concerned. Our exchange student in Rural Valley that year was Jose Calle of Lima with whom Sue Ann had become good friends. He and his family escorted her to may activities in Lima. Her stay there was made even more enjoyable having known Jose in the United States. Sue Ann is survived by an older sister, Linda, and a younger brother, Michael. Their lives go on but with an emptiness that can never be filled. Her grandfathers miss her. Her mother and grandmothers miss her in the kitchen, and the many shopping trips. Her father misses the blasting of the hi fi and the many friends We can find no better way to express ourselves than to quote from a letter we received from Mrs. Joseph P. Kennedy. "We must always remember that God never sends us a cross too heavy for us to bear. He knows our weakness and our strength and He is all compassionate...Life is not easy for any of us, but it is a challenge and it is up to us to pray, to resolve to be erect and strong...If we keep busy mentally and physically, we do not have time to dwell on the past and on what might have been, but we are filled with a passion to accomplish something worthwhile. In this way we turn our heartaches into constructive efforts to lighten (others) sorrow." You cannot say, you must not say That she is dead. She is just away! With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand She has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since she lingers there; So think of her faring on, as dear

In the love of There as the love of Here, Think of her still as the same, and say She is not dead, she is just away JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

Nancy Carol Oaks

School: North Rose - Wolcott Central School Town: North Rose, New York Born: September 1, 1953 Parents: Charles O. and Edna B. Oaks

Nancy Carol, was the youngest of five children. A winsome child, with big brown eyes, Nancy won first the hearts of her family, then those of an ever-widening community. Early in life, Nancy developed a sense of justice and fair play, which she carried always. At nine her parents noted, "Nancy, in fourth grade, tackles a job with energy, understanding, and humor. That was the year she shook hand with Governor Rockefeller and got his autograph." At age 11, Nancy made a commitment to Jesus Christ, a decision that strengthened her desire to serve God and her fellow man. Throughout the years, Nancy was in many activities, including Baptist Youth Fellowship, Grange, 4-H, Girl Scouts, LTL, church choir, school choir and band. She became a cheerleader, member of student council and National Honor Society. In addition, she spent many hours reading. As a JV cheerleader at age 14, Nancy fulfilled a long desire. Possessed of boundless energy and enthusiasm, Nancy was determined to bring a started task to fruition. Her appreciation of life was aptly expressed in the theme chosen for the 1970 Easter sunrise service she joyously led: "SMILE - ENJOY THE MIRACLE OF NOW." The school's, "Rambler" for 1971, dedicated to Nancy, quoted from an English paper she had written: "...the basic of life, death, birth, love, marriage, happiness, and basic characteristic that most people do not consider...the tendency of men to waste much of their lives and abilities." In the summer of 1968, at a state BYF Training Assembly at Keuka college, Nancy gained a great appreciation of the racial problems in our country. At a state Student Council workshop, she was able to understand the problems of students from different locations in the state - a first step in understanding our many problems today. Her trip to Peru was an example of determined effort. She was the one member of t he family who achieved the desire to share friendship in a strange land. She was grateful for the wonderful people in Peru. She also was eager to share her new experiences with those at home. Nancy, in her own community and school was a peacemaker and friend to all. At the time of her death, Nancy was chairman of the constitution committee for the Student Council of the merged North Rose and Wolcott Central Schools. After the crash, someone said, "Well, Nancy won't have to face the problems of this world." One of her brothers commented that of the five children, Nancy was probably the best qualified to meet the problems of this day. She looked forward to being a part of finding solutions for the problems of our age. her Christian faith made love of God and her follow man the keys to those solutions. her spirit will continually challenge us. LET THERE BE PEACE ON EARTH Let there be peace on earth, And let it begin with me; Let there be peace on earth, The peace that was meant to be. With God as our Father; Brothers all are we. Let me walk with my brother In perfect harmony. Let peace begin with me. Let this be the moment now. With every step I take Let this be my solemn vow. To take each moment and live each moment In peace eternally. Let there be peace on earth, And let it begin with me. by: Sy Miller and Jill Jackson (Sung by Nancy's cousin, John Seabury at her memorial service, August 15, 1970 Rose Baptist Church) The Nancy Oaks Memorial Fund was established during the first week after her death. At the time of writing the fund has reached $2,500 and is continually growing, with the most recent contribution being given by the North rose High School Class of 1971 of which she had been a member. The interest money from the fund will be used to further the student exchange program in the new North Rose-Wolcott Central School

Cynthia Lynn Oehlman

Cynthia Lynn Oehlman was the oldest of three children, followed by Rhonda, then Keith. Cindy's father was serving with the U.S. Army in Korea at the time of her birth. She was imaginative and ambitious, seemed to adjust and make friends easily. Cynthia started school in Lawrenceburg, Indiana then, in the 6th grade, she and her family moved to Brookville, Indiana. Cindy was a member of the Brookville United Methodist Church. She sang in the choir and helped in other capacities when needed She took piano lessons for about six years. She loved music, and her favorite was "Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet." She had memorized the sound track from the picture. Other hobbies consisted of swimming, dancing, reading, listening to music. She loved animals and had a horse that she spent many happy hours working with. She got along well in school; was a cheerleader, Freshman year, liked G.A.A., and sang in the choir, Sophomore year. She had four years of Spanish. English was her most challenging subject. In the summer of 1969, she had an opportunity to visit with the Heron Altamarino family in San Luis, Potosi, Mexico. She loved being an American Representative in another country. The experience was very helpful to her in the Spanish language. Her Junior year was a busy time. Cindy was a member of the Drill Team, a member of G.A.A., worked on the staff of the Brooklet, Yearbook, and was co-chairman of the Prom, "Age of Aquarius." She applied for her visit to Peru, and was very pleased when she was selected. Because of her pleasant experience with the previous summer, she was quite anxious to visit another country. She would be staying with the Fletcher family and Mr. Fletcher wrote to us. They seemed so anxious to accept our daughter into their home that we felt her experience would be very fulfilling. Cindy loved to fly, but it is always hard to say goodbye even for a little while. The Fletchers toured many places with the girls including the earthquake ruins and Ecuador. The tour to Cuzco was the highlight of their Peruvian visit. Cecille and her mother, Carmen Fletcher, accompanied Linda and Cindy on the trip. We not only feel the loss of our daughter deeply, but also a loss of not having known Carmen, who surely was a wonderful woman, and Cindy's sisters, Cecille and Linda. Cynthia loved her foster family and we will always appreciate them for helping to fulfill our daughter's dream. The following is from an English paper found among her things: "I want to be a person worth of being a citizen who is outstanding in the United States of America. a person who can better the U.S. by doing their part in their community, state and country...I want to be a person satisfied with my self. Satisfied by accomplishing a goal which I have to conquer. The goal of being a true citizen of the U.S. A goal I can accomplish by doing all these things, but not just these alone, but with the help of someone greater than myself who without I would b nothing. He is God. As it states on the medium of exchange in America, "In God We Trust," God I trust. THE WAY WE LIVE by Cindy Oehlman As me why I don't smile, is there something troubl'in me? Just open your eyes - and look around and tell me what you see - Can you understand the things people do, and the way they treat each other? Tell me how far man has really come, when today he's killing his brother! It makes no difference where you do it or what name you use, I know if things keep going this way everyone's gonna lose. We're doing all right with material things, you can tell by the way we live, But with all these things, man has learned how to do, he still hasn't learned how to give. If you don't have the answers right now - I'll see you after a while, But if the next time I still look this way - you'll know why I don't smile. Cindy's favorite Quotes "We crucify ourselves between two thieves, regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow." "We treat this world of ours as though we had a spare in the trunk." "By the streets of "by and by" one arrives at the house of never." The Cynthia Oehlman Scholarship Fund was established in August 1970. for students desiring to further their education in Spanish.

Craig Alan Ormsby

Craig Alan Ormsby was born on November 19, 1952 in Fairbault, Minnesota to parents Ronald and Madalen Ormsby. He lived in Minnesota until he was four, then moved with his parents to Lakeville, Indiana. He began his education in Indiana and resided there until he was eleven when he moved with his family to Lansing, Michigan. It was in Lansing, Michigan that Craig really began to show his warm, friendly, relationship toward people. This is where he made many friends and formed many deep and meaningful relationships. In 1968, his father was transferred to the Chicago area, where Craig was living with his parents, his sister Karen and two brothers, Kent and Kevin, at the time of this death in August 1970. He was to have been a senior in his Wheaton North High School class, president of the High School band and president of his Youth group at Gary Memorial United Methodist Church. Craig continued his interest in people, his smile became his trademark. It came forth like sunshine. He truly loved people, he had the ability to communicate with them. It was this trait that led him to apply for the exchange student program. Peru was his first choice. He became concerned when he learned of the turmoil in this country and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to go to Peru. He was asked to give his reasons for wanting to go as an exchange student. We think it only fitting that this be shared in Craig'' story:"Ever since I first heard about the International Fellowship, I've been interested in participating. Not only did the lure of travel attract me, but also the chance to meet new faces, exchange ideas, and learn how other people of the world live. I feel that better understanding between nations and people is the key to peace and harmony for future generations. If there is any way in which I can promote better relations, I feel it my job to do so my family is a very mobile one...I always look forward to the challenge of setting down new roots. I have met many interesting and unusual people through my experiences and I'm always looking for more to broaden my horizons. Many foreigners have a stereotype view of Americans. Many see us as cowboys or rich industrialists stepping on others for personal gains. Though these views may be a little exaggerated, the fact that they exist is important. As an American, I feel it is my duty to show these people that Americans are really no different than anyone else. I can do this through living with a family of a different country and being the best example I know how to be. Probably the most important reason for going is my strong desire to gain close personal relationships with other people. If two people can learn to understand each other, bridges can be built instead of walls. If persons of different backgrounds, color, and religion can begin to love and understand each other, then a true beginning to better world understanding can occur. These are my reasons for wishing to be an exchange student. I realize that I will be an example of an American and I will live the true role of an American to its fullest. I'm proud that I'm American, and this will be an opportunity to show it. I sum it all up with a phrase that I have grown especially fond of: "Peace, Love and Sunshine!" He was with us for seventeen and one half years, in that short time, he gave us all much to improve our lives, not only helping us to understand all people better and it is this gift that he gave to us as a family and to him many friends that has given a new and deeper meaning to this phrase: PEACE, LOVE AND SUNSHINE! We wish to acknowledge our gratitude for your kind and helpful expression of sympathy in response to the loss of our beloved son, Craig. Your thoughtfulness helped us greatly and strengthened our faith in this time of need. Neither of us can ever express adequately our thanks to you, but we are truly grateful for your friendship to us and to Craig. Please accept our deep appreciation, and , as Craig would have said, "peace, Love and Sunshine."

"The Ormsbys" Ron, Madalen and Children

Jennifer Lynn Phillips

Jennifer Lynn Phillips was born January 7, 1952, the daughter of Harold Phillips and the late Beulah Phillips. Jennifer had three brothers, Michael, Wesley, and William; three half-sisters Dinah, Terry, and Genelle. Mr. and Mrs. Davis Phillips of Mount Gilead and Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Lucas of Marion are her grandparents, and Mrs. M. E. Phillips of Chesterville is her great-grandmother. During her school years she was active in may different phases. She was always a very active member in 4-H Club work both as a member and a leader for a six year period, and was the winner of a leadership trip to Washington, D.C. In high school days Jennifer sang two years with the choir, was a band member for four years, receiving a gold plaque for hour outstanding performance during that time, and was a majorette with the marching band for two years. She was also a most active member of the Home Economics Department of the high school, being the class speaker for that department

at her graduation ceremony. She was a member of the national Honor Society at Highland High School were she graduated with honors on May 31, 1970. Her deepest ambition was to participate in the International Fellowship Exchange Program as an exchange student. For her this dream became a reality when she arrived in Lima, Peru, on Jun 20, 1970, to stay in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Roberto Castro and Family. For the short time she was to spend there, their days were full and overflowing for Jenny. To quote one of her letters: "Time is passing very quickly for me." She was a member of First Presbyterian church in Mount Gilead and a very active member of its youth group. To quote the memorial program at her funeral service: In her home, in the church, in school, and in the clubs and societies to which she belonged, Jennifer displayed leadership abilities and Christian fellowship. Her short life, full of love and concern for others, will remain an inspiration of many. To her family Jennifer was all these things and more too, a daughter, a sister and a mother who loved and cared for all. She leaves a void which can never be filled and yet because she lived her faith so fully, our memories serve as an inspiration to us to carry on as she would want us to do.

Christopher Paul Reid

Christopher Paul Reid was born on June 24, 1955 in London, England. He was never to be a lightweight and he scaled a healthy 11 pounds plus, when he arrived. As an only son, he was looked to from the start for something special, both by his two stepbrothers and two stepsisters as well as his parents - he did not disappoint them. His first years were spent in a southwest suburb of London and then in a large house near the heart of London’s West End. He was quite soon a man-about-town and was often invited by a family friend, who had just opened what was to become one of London’s most famous restaurants, to lunch there. Parkes’ comment perhaps summed him up at this time: "That’s no four ;year old, he must be a midget!" He attended kindergarten in London and then briefly at the British-American school in Paris, France. The family then went to Montreal, Canada in 1961. After two years there, he cam to Los Angeles, which was to be his home for the rest of his life. He entered John Hancock School and was never far from the top of his class, maintaining a steady A Average in all his students. He did not shine particularly in P.E. but was a great outdoors man, a fine swimmer and an avid sports fan from early days. Fortunately, he also shared the family love of a good book. From John Hancock, he graduated to John Burroughs Junior High and continued to prove himself. His Principal described him in a letter after his death, "a fine young man and an excellent student." He was particularly proud of his A’s in Citizenship since he felt himself by now a true American by adoption. In his last year he became a great golfing enthusiast and showed much promise. His last birthday present graduating was a set of clubs which he took with him on his vacation to Peru, to stay with friends of the family in Lima. He took lessons and played with the professionals at Lima and impressed everyone with his natural ability. For this reason the"Chris Reid Award" has been instituted for John Burroughs to be presented each year to an outstanding student and athlete chosen by the faculty and student body committee - the prize, a set of golf clubs. Chris wanted to become a lawyer and had ambitions toward a Rhodes Scholarship when he graduated from college. He would have been a fine linguist - he had uncanny ear for an accent and was a great mimic; and might have traveled but his heart belonged to his California home. His last postcard from Machu Picchu said: "Longing to be back - see you in a few days and tell you all about it." But he never did. He will be remembered as a very lovable and loving young man who had never ever wished nor done any harm to anyone. His tremendous sense of humor and zest for learning and the fun in life were always strikingly apparent, and the days were never dull with him around.

Terry Wayne Richardson

Terry was born, June 3, 1953. His parents are Stanley and Beverly Richardson; and he has three brothers; Kevin, Dale and David and two sisters - Sheila and Ann. He spent his enter life in Parishville, a small hamlet in New York, and attended Parishville-Hopkinton Central School. As an athlete, he was an active member of the Varsity Baseball team (shortstop), Varsity Football team (captain), Varsity Basketball team (co-captain). He was also

active in most everything in school. He was president of his Junior Class, president of Student Council, a member of Varsity Club, Future Teachers' Association, French Club, David parish Chapter of the National Honor Society, Parishville Methodist Church, Troop 18 Boy Scouts of America, and was Prince of the Junior-Senior Prom. He earned spending money as a Watertown Daily Times carrier boy, custodian of the Methodist Church, and assistant to the caretaker at Hillcrest Cemetery. In Lima, Terry stayed at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Francisco Piccone. They opened their hearts to our young man and treated him as if he was their own. The Piccone's have three daughters, Sylvia, Cecilia, and Patricia and one son, Ricardo. They were all very fond of Terry, accepted him and grieved at this misfortune. Many students expressed their sympathy over the loss of a good friend, who was in love with life and was fond of everyone. Terry wrote, "I would like to go to South America to become acquainted with the culture of another nation. The human relations which I would encounter would be irreplaceable. I know I would broaden my knowledge of the outside world." Terry treated everyone as if they were his friend. He hoped to begin his college career in the fall of 1971. He wanted so much to be a math teacher. As Student Council President, he provided inspiration and leadership for he student s of his school. His school honored him by placing a plaque in the Library dedicated to his memory, which contains the inscription, "Sound of Mind and Body with a Free Unconquerable Spirit, We were Proud to Call Him Friend." Next to this is the Peruvian flag sent by Mr. and Mrs. Piccone. The yearbook staff dedicated the yearbook to Terry and under his picture are inscribed the words, "God's finger Touched Him and He Slept." The Honor Society raised funds to establish a scholarship in his honor. The first scholarship was given to Bruce Stone, president of the Class of 1971, Terry's class. On the final part of his sojourn, he boarded a planed for Cuzco to visit the City of Gold, the Inca ruins, and Machu Picchu in the Andes Mountains. On this return flight from Cuzco, the airplane crashed in to the mountain side.

Marjorie Kay Rook

School: Black River High School Town: Sullivan, Ohio Date of Birth: January 9, 1954 Parents: Phillip and Ruth Rook "As I sit in the tiny alcove in the back of our attic, I feel like the heroine of an eighteenth century novel. My small niche is brightened only by a solitary light that glimmers through a multi-colored window. In a corner, I sit and turn the pages of a worn, old novel. As the dust mingles with the shimmering rainbow of light, my faded levis and dirty shirt are transformed into a full silk dancing dress. My tangled hair is swirled on the head in a mountain of curls, I am no longer in my tiny alcove, but in a huge ballroom. Someone clicks on the light in the front of the attic. Suddenly, I am snapped back into reality, and I must go downstairs. Someday soon I will return to my alcove, and again be the heroine of an eighteenth century novel." This paragraph, written by Margie, seems to symbolize her life. She had dreams, but did not live in a work of fantasy, and worked hard to make her dreams come true. She went to Peru as the first exchange student from Black River High School and was proud to represent her school and country. Margie felt the exchange student program was a good way to enhance peace through understanding. She had taken money she earned from selling her 4-H steers to help pay expenses. Margie was chosen F.F.A. Queen at the same time , she was accepted as an exchange student. She was confused because she was proud of being chosen F.F.A. Queen and could represent the Black River F.F.A. Chapter to compete for State F.F.A. Queen, but she felt that being an exchange student was too great an opportunity to pass up. The many activities she took part in show her desire to make her drams come true. Margie was a member of: Spanish club, College Club, Pep club, Beta club, Ashland County Baby Beef Club, 4-H Club (President in 1970), and was a member of the Student council. She played the saxophone in the band and had been a cheerleader since the 6th grade. Margie loved music and could play the piano. She wanted to play the organ so badly that she offered some of her steer money to help pay for it. She received it last Christmas and gave much joy to her family and friends by playing for them. She was an avid reader and enjoyed writing . Her first plans were to be a nurse but later decided she'd rather help people by being a Social Worker. Margie accomplished more in her 16 years than many do in a normal lifetime. During her stay in Peru, Margie was very happy. Margie had received word from the Fellowship that she was to leave for home to go to the State Fair. She called to see if shoe could stay the full length of time. Her main concern when we talked to her for the last time was her little 2 year old brother. She was afraid he wouldn't remember her, but they had spent many happy hours together and, after a year of not seeing, he still talks about her. Larabee-Rook Scholar Fund Hits $10,500 Spencer - A contribution of $382 from a benefit dinner held last Sunday has boosted the Donald Larabee-Marjorie Rook Scholarship Fund to more than $10,500. The dinner was sponsored by Daniel Nesbitt, Huntington feed dealer who furnished the beef; the Black River Athletic Boosters and the Future Farmers contributed to the scholarship fund created in the memory of the Black River District School superintendent and the school’s first foreign exchange student. Both died in accidents in August. Black River’s new victory bell was rung for the first time Friday nights as the Pirate’s celebrated "Parents Night" with a 36-0 win over South Amherst. Many in the crowd wept as they heard the first sound presented to the school by parents and family of Marjorie Rook, a student of Black River who died August 9 with about 100 other exchange students in a South American airplane crash. The 39-inch bronze bell was obtained by Mr. and Mrs. Phil Rook from the West Salem Masonic Temple. The bell cast in 1886 and weighing over a half-ton was cleaned and polished by members of the vo-ag classes and placed on concrete base in front of the school. A plaque will carry a memorial connotation for Miss Rook who was a Black River cheerleader. FFA Queen and an otherwise highly active member of the Black River student body. To Miss Rook’s sister, Jo Anne, went the honor of ringing the bell for the first time.

Jeffrey Alan Russell

School: Tuscarawas Valley Town: Bolivar, Ohio Born: October 26, 1954 Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Ross A. Russell Jeff became interest in photography as a hobby during his Freshman year at T.V. High School. This interest grew through his membership in the Photo Club and he became a leader in the organization during his second year. When the time came for him to choose a country to visit this interest again was an influence. He was planning a pictorial essay on Cuzco, which he had hoped to enter in the Creative Arts Contest at Kent State University. Jeff had earned a first and second place award on entries he submitted in the spring of 1970. While in Peru, he was a member of the Jesus Arias family and became very close to them. They provided so many opportunities for Jeff to know more about their country. He attended Colegio Santa Maria with his foster brother and classes at the University with his foster sister. He spent a week at their farm in the jungle and had many interesting experiences with the customs, food, bull fights and soccer games. Jeff’s foster brother plans to start college here in the fall of 1971.

Like most of the other members of this group Jeff was active in organizations in the community and school. He was photographer for the school paper, an honor student and received scholastic awards both of his high school years. In music, he was a member of the concert, marching and stage band. He received solo awards in oboe. Jeff loved dramatics and was made a member of the National Thespians his Freshman year. During his second year, he earned the "Best Actor" award and was Master of Ceremonies for the spring Variety Show. He was seriously interested in science and received awards at the science fair in the 7th, 8h, 9th and 10th grades. He expressed an interest in Engineering and Psychology. Jeff adopted parts of a speech, written by a senior girl, as his philosophy. She expressed the thought that we all have something to look forward to tomorrow, but seldom do we realize the beauty of life today. We are constantly using phrases such as "I can’t wait till . . .," and "I wish it were . . . ," but we aren’t aware of living today. We are in a hurry to go places, not realizing we are in a very important place right now. Adults and youth are both guilty of existing but not living, of being but not seeing. But our plight of oblivious existence is not hopeless. We need to grab hold of today and live it to the very last second. We must accept the fact that today is a preparation for tomorrow. It is time for growth, a time for change, but most of all, a time for life. With no tomorrow, there would be no hope; but without today, there can be no tomorrow. We must make our lives not ones of tomorrows and yesterdays, but one of todays - todays so rollicking with life that we all can say as one songwriter said: "Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine, A million tomorrows may all pass away ‘Ere I forget all the joys that are mine Today." In the spring of 1970, the theme of the annual Variety Show was" "Circles." Acting as Master of Ceremonies, Jeff’s closing lines were: "There can be circles of family and friends that represent security, acceptance, and love . . . There can be circles of those who share common ideas and hope . . . Circles that mean places where you can grow, places where you can be yourself, place where you can find time to look at life and be alive . . . That is something we’d all like to have . . . a place for us . . . sometime, somewhere." Jeff lived this philosophy and found a place both with his friends and family in Peru and here at home.

Albert Sarfert

School: Monongahela Junior High School Town: Wenonah, New Jersey Born: October 23, 1955 Parents: Patricia and Albert Sarfert, Jr. "The measure of a man’s life is the well spending of it, and not the length." Plutarch At 14 years, you are not considered a man. You are just beginning your teen years. Albert’s voice became deeper, his body started to mature, and now and then a blemish appeared. He was unsuccessful in hiding the fact from Mom and Dad that he had noticed the opposite sex. Although his physical growth was normal, his stability and maturity were far beyond his years. Because of this maturity, he was called upon time and again for his sense of responsibility. As Vice-President of Student Council, he, at all times, carefully listened and weighed facts before taking a stand. Through his initiative, he helped organize a group which proudly produced the Legent, the school’s first yearbook. He still found time to help manage the school store, be President of the Explorers Club, captain the hall monitors, play trumpet in the marching and concert bands and be a member of the track team. He maintained an A average in all of his subjects. In each activity Albert was strong in his convictions but respected other’s opinions. He enjoyed being with people and had a sense of humor that made others feel as ease. Each day was a happy new experience. With all his activities, Al’s family was the most important part of his life. He enjoyed camping, fishing and skin diving. The week before he left for Peru he spent a day shopping for a shotgun to go hunting with his father in the Fall. He enjoyed Bruce and Donna, and their relationship was one that was rare for brothers and sisters. Al was always excited about bringing home gifts for the family on trips he took, no matter how small the trip might be. He loved to surprise the family, or just give a plant with a card that said, "Mom in appreciation, Love, Al." Albert was Deptford Township’s first exchange student. He had a full paid scholarship paid by the Monongahela Parent Teachers Association. He was chosen on his scholastic ability, maturity, personality and all around ability. His trip to Peru was "a once in a lifetime opportunity." He wasn’t concerned that he didn’t speak a word of Spanish. He wanted very much to give a better understanding of the United States, and to bring back a little of the Peruvian way of life to share with people here. He was voted by four hundred classmates as their class leader, and became the school representative in a wreath placing ceremony at the tomb of the unknown soldier on their class trip to Washington, D.C. Upon graduation, he received the highest honor given, the American Legion Award. It is presented to the child each year who had shown the highest qualities of Courage, Honor, Leadership, Patriotism, Scholarship and Service. He worked hard to keep his grades high, thinking ahead to perhaps a scholarship. His seven weeks in Peru were happy, exciting weeks. He saw beauty like he had never seen. The activities were new and he was thrilled with each new day he spent in Peru. He loved his host family immediately, and became a real part of their lives. Mr. and Mrs. Aurelio Loret de Mola became Momma and Poppie, and he wrote of his eight sisters and brothers as real family. His Peruvian parents wrote these worlds after his death. "We had one more son in Albert and his passing has affected us deeply. His person pleasantness and intelligence won us over completely and all who came in contact with him . . . As you know the whole world is passing through very difficult times . . . It is families such as yours, which has produced such a fine boy as Albert, who can lessen these differences . . . Albert means the following to us: - The loss of our ninth child. - The perfect ambassador of the United States. - The product of a family so much like her own . . ." We feel Albert represented his family, school, community and country well. He played his trumpet in the church orchestra and brass quartet and was active in the youth programs. Albert was also preparing his spiritual life. Al knew God through a personal faith relationship with His Son, Jesus Christ. He knew that because of his relationship with God, his life was planned by God. Underlined in Albert’s Bible were verses that were precious to him, one is: Proverbs 3:5 and 6 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Although there have been many tears, there is not the sorrow as those who have no hope. Albert’s family believes this separation is just for a season. One day they shall all be together again. Just as Albert’s family and friends would have been at the airport with open arms his Heavenly Father was waiting on August 9th, and there was rejoicing in heaven. Albert had arrived at his eternal home.

Pamela Seitz

School: Stissing Mountain Junior-Senior High School Town: Pine Plains, New York Born: January 18, 1954 Parents: Mrs. Edward F. Seitz When Pam was born January 18, 1954, in Morristown, New Jersey her mother said, "I have given birth to a clown and she will make us laugh." From this time on she was a bouncy, bubbly girl who would join her parents’ cocktail parties (at the age of three) not by making a fuss but rather, but just appearing. She could make the most prim and proper man crack a smile. She was always making you laugh with the way she used words, or with her hilarious get-ups even as a teenager. When you should have been disciplining her, she pulled some stunt to make you chuckle. She slept with her eyes open from infancy, afraid she might miss something of the life she lived so fully. Her temperament was definitely typical of a flaming redhead. When she was mad, she was very, very, mad; but oh! When she was glad she was very, very glad. Not a super-student in any sense, just a very normal girl. She enjoyed being alone, curled up with a book or lying in the sun, yet was always one of the crowd. Friends, male and female were always in and out. Pam felt deeply about people and things and she seemed to possess a certain compassion for the underdog. To call someone a friend was a deep commitment not something here today, gone tomorrow. Her friends’ tragedies were her own. To be hurt by a friend was a deep hurt. From the time she was old enough to babysit, she enjoyed children and they enjoyed having her take care of them. As with most other aspects of her life, she handled situation cooly. In recent years she had expressed a desire to work with children, go into elementary education, possibly of the deaf or retarded. People who were different were a challenge to Pam. Her first taste of the desire to travel came when her older sister, Nancy, returned in 1965 from being an exchange student in Peru. The following year there were other students from South America in Pine Plains as well as in her own home. Pam at age 12, was very much interested in their goings on. After this one Easter vacation was spent in Puerto Rico with classmates. It was Pam, with only a year or so of Spanish under her belt, who was unafraid to try it out on the local shopkeepers. At times she was so fiercely independent it was a almost maddening. Active in school activities . . . ski club, junior prom - Pam was vehement about apathy on the part of her classmates, yet this is precisely why she will be remembered. As her classmates chose so aptly to say about her and her dear friend, David Blackmar, in their yearbook . . . "In one sense there is no death. The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond his departure. We will always feel those lives touching ours, those voices speaking to us, talking to us in the familiar things they touched, worked with, loved as friends. The live in our lives." Adapted from A. Patri

Philip Eldyn Simons

Philip, who was born September 9, 1953, and who went to meet his Lord August 9, 1970 at Cuzco, Peru, was the son of Rev. and Mrs. Eldyn Simons of Dalton, New York. He was the fourth child and only boy. With his sister, Ellyn, Faith, Sharon and Judith he early learned the discipline of a large family and good reading in a Christian background. Philip was exceptionally well adjusted with many interests and many friends. In the yearbook dedicated to his memory, one of his teachers wrote, "I only hope that my son, if I have one, can be half the human being Philip was." And in tribute, greatly admired." Phil was, in my opinion, the most highly valued student and most intelligent in our class." He was willing to help anyone." "I will remember the shining example of a fine Christian . . ." Among his honors was to be president of the National Honor Society and co-editor of the school paper. He was always an honor student. As a finalist he was awarded posthumously the Commendation of Merit award by the National Merit Scholarship Foundation. Also, posthumously, he was chosen to be included in the 1971 Who’s Who Among American High School Students. Philip also found time for the joy of being young. He loved music and was a member of the band. He was an enthusiastic member of the school drama club. He entered wholeheartedly into the work of his father. Sunday afternoon was spent hiking the hills of home. He was an enthusiastic camper. Philip always seemed to enjoy his home and family. He enjoyed astronomy, science, growing things. No task was too great and he was becoming quite a carpenter. He had a great appreciation for good books. He was good in electronics and built his own stereo system upon which he enjoyed playing his records of classical and modern music. How can we who loved him truly evaluate him? Philip summed up his life far better than we can, in a paper written in that last year of his life. In part - "With adolescence there came the cares and complexities of the adult world. School demanded more of my time and though and became more than endless rows of addition problems interspersed with play periods. My parents began to force me to take on more responsibility around the house and I soon learned the lore of the lawnmower . . . Most important, adolescence brought intellectual maturation and awareness of the world around me. I learned the meaning of the terms conservative, liberal and radical and wondered where I would fit in . . . I can see equally valid justification for each viewpoint. Does this mean that I am naturally a weak and uncertain person doomed to an unsteady . . . life? Rather I would hope that my intellect hasn’t crystalized yet and that I am still sampling the various choices before I commit myself" . . . "Adding to my intellectual controversy has been the Christian ethics of my upbringing. It has acted somewhat as a referee, albeit one rather partial towards my parents’ conservation." His Peruvian brother, "Lucho" Leon-Prado, spent much of ;this past winter with us and told of the love and respect his family had come to have toward Phillip. He was truly a son to them. Here is part of his story of those fifty days, gleaned from his letters . . . I met Lucho and Papa (the Leon-Prados of Chosica) . . . As soon as I left the airport I really realized that I was in a different country . . . I have really learned to talk with my hand . . . P.S. Mama and Daddy, Thank you for making this trip possible for me. Already it has been worth it to me." June 27 - . . . "The Spanish is still my main obstacle. However, I learn on the average of ten new words a day, so I must be making some progress at least . . . I mentioned to the Leon Prados that I bake and they were flabbergasted. Please send down the recipe to my favorite chocolate cake . . . " "I’m going to Cuzco on August 6th . . ." July 4 - . . . "I never realized how high our nation is living until I came here . . . Mama, you would be proud of the way I’m eating . . ." July 30 - "Unless something earth-shaking happens the next letter you get . . . will tell of my adventures in Cuzco . . . It’ll be terrible to lave all this for good . . . Peru and Peruvians are nice . . ." Post card of Machu Picchu postmarked August 9 - "Hi, as I write this I am . . . in an open restaurant here in Machu Picchu. I just got here. Wow, the trip here was fantastic and Cuzco is great. It would be impossible to describe . . . so I’ll wait until later. It’s been well worth the money . . . I’m buying lots of stuff in Cuzco. Bargaining’s fun." Philip

William Edmund Skehan

School: Hampden Academy Town: Hampden, Maine

Born: June 19, 1953 Parents: Mr. and Mrs. John W. Skehan Bill, the oldest of four children, was born in Bangor, Maine; was followed by John, Mary and Robert - he was a wonderful brother. Bill lived in several Maine communities. The nine years in Bath were busy, happy ones - Cub Scouts, YMCA swimming, school plays, spelling championships, school band, school sports programs, two summers at a boys’ camp and family camping trips. Following 9th grade, Bill’s family moved to Hampden, Maine, where his father became Superintendent of Schools. It isn’t easy for a teacher’s child (especially an "A" student ) in a new school system, and especially if his father is superintendent. However, Bill was readily accepted by the entire student body. His junior year found him active in Band, Chorus, Pep Club, National Honor Society, French Club, School Yearbook, Exchange Student Club, One Act Play, and Junior Exhibition. Bill became interested in the piano when he was in first grade and received lessons from his mother. During his Junior year, he began formal lessons, and he improved tremendously. One week before he left for Peru, he was in his first recital. His performance was something which his family will always treasure. He was interested in guitar. One year of lessons was enough to help him really enjoy it. He enjoyed and spent many happy hours as a member of the Academy chorus. He was an avid record collector. Bill contemplated several careers. However, his greatest desire was to study languages at Georgetown University and to pursue a career in the diplomatic service. A few months after the plane crash his family was notified that he received a Certificate of Merit indicating that he was a Finalist in the National Merit Scholarship Program. Bill endeared himself to may people. A large number of student and faculty attended the funeral services in a group. Classmates served as pallbearers and ushers. The 1971 yearbook was dedicated to Bill, who was to be the editor. On holidays many friends and students remembered Bill’s family with notes. Memorial Day found several floral tributes at the cemetery. A plaque was presented to the school for the library. It read: PRESENTED TO HAMPDEN ACADEMY IN MEMORY OF BILL SKEHAN FROM HIS GRADUATING CLASS OF 1971

The William Skehan Memorial Fund was established at St. Matthew’s Church which was constructing a new church. Because of thoughtful relatives and friends, the tabernacle was donated in Bill’s memory. August 9th - for many years a happy day - it is the wedding anniversary of Bill’s parents - henceforth will have a new meaning.

The Bangor Daily News ran a story on the crash and Bill Skehan. Several adults and students were interviewed - the following are some their comments. Hampden Academy High School Principal: "Bill was an exceptionally good student. The faculty though highly of him. H. A. Chorus Instructor: "He had so much to offer." Classmates and Friends: "He was really smart and always ready to make friends. He had a dry sense of humor that was great."He had something close with everybody." "Bill didn’t care what people thought as long as he was doing what he thought was best. "The only reason I jointed the band was because Bill was in it." "He would have been everything next year, from yearbook editor to valedictorian." "He was just a great guy." "Bill was popular with everyone. For a smart person he was wicked down-to-earth."

Mary Elizabeth Smale

School: Pleasant Valley Jr.-Sr. High School Town: Brodheadsville, Pennsylvania Born: May 19, 1954 Parents: Leon and Pearl Smale

Future Homemakers of America Natural Home Club 9

of America 7-10 Natural Junior

President 9 Honor Society 9

Junior Chorus 7-8 Basketball 9-10

Cheerleader 8 Majorette 9-10

Sr. Chorus 9-10 Business Club 10

Ecology Club 10

A pink and blonde daughter was delivered into our waiting arms to love and cherish. God made her perfect in every way. He gave her beauty, grace, intelligence, excellent health, and a sunny disposition. We named her Mary Elizabeth. It was now our responsibility to teach and guide her one path that would lead to the fulfillment of all God’s promises. It was not a difficult task. She learned quickly and at the age of 11 months her slow, faltering footsteps began the journey that would lead to a mountain in Cuzco, Peru, back again into the waiting arms of God. The years between were filled with exploring, investigating, questioning, learning, and fun. At first in her small, baby world and later in the world that school and books opened to her. The years passed quickly and her interests broadened. By the time she was in sixth grade, she was planning a career as a Physical Education teacher. However, not all her time was spent in studying and child’s play. She found time to be Mary Popppins in the class operetta. Seventh grade and Junior High School opened the door to new opportunities and extracurricular activities. Mary was a "Joiner" and "Volunteer." It was not all work, there were many rewards. The satisfaction of hearing the applause of the audience for a concert well-prepared and delivered; being selected as alternate delegate with a trip to Penn State University to the annual FHA Convention in seventh grade, being elected president of FHA in ninth grade and again selected as alternate delegate with a trip to Philadelphia to the annual convention. By this time, she could conduct a meeting with dignity and still play basketball with utter abandon. It was at this time, too, they began studying about the Pyramids of Egypt. This led to an interest in archeology and a change in the plans for her future. She now wanted to be an archeologist. In tenth grade she earned another honor. She was chosen to represent her school and community as an Exchange Student as the guest of the Renato Pucci Monaco family. She would also have the opportunity to explore the ruins of the Inca Empire. By this time her footsteps were firm and sure. Through the years, she had learned compassion for others, the value of honesty, and the satisfaction of a job well-done. She fought prejudices wherever she met them and was too involved with life and living to "cop-out" with drugs. This is the girl we kissed good-bye at Kennedy Airport on June 19. A girl we were proud to call our daughter. Young, lovely, idealistic, and untarnished - her plans for the future made. But God had other plans and on August 9, her journey in this world ended and He took her Home with Him to a better world with greater Rewards. Dear God, You placed in our tender care Our precious Mary so sweet and fair We loved her so from the moment of Birth This golden Angel You sent to earth We planned a future for this child so dear For You neglected to say when You left her here: Not yours to keep - She’s just a loan. Sixteen years later you were there Waiting for Mary so sweet and fair

On a sun-drenched mountain in Peru You beckoned and took her Home with You

Though she is gone, this child so dear Still precious memories linger here.

Barbara Jeanne Smith

May 31, 1954 August 9, 1970 Born: Tarrytown, New York Residences: Peekskill, New York and Goshen, New York

Family: Father - Fred C. Sister- E. Pamela

Mother - Edith H. Brother - Bruce F.

Hobbies: Music - piano, guitar, clarinet, violin, autoharp Reading - 800 words per minutes - particularly liked history Tennis and Swimming

Activities: Member of the School Varsity Choir, Glee Club, Stage Band, Marching Band, Stage Manager of Musical Plays, Member of the Tennis Team, Member of the First Presbyerian Church in Goshen, sang in Choir, Member of Handbell Choir, Assistant Teacher in Church school. Ambition: Music teacher with a minor in library science. A GLIMPSE OF BARBARA Petite - 5'1", 95 pounds - snappy brown eyes and curly red hair (sometime with temper to match), these were the characteristics of Barbara that you noticed first. Then you noticed her outgoing way, her easy manner of meeting and talking with people, her insatiable curiosity about the world pas t and present; and her abhorrence of housework, which, while she did her share, was done quickly so she could do more enjoyable things. Finally, when you really got to know Barbara, you realized that she had a tremendous insight into people, and seemed to know what to do to make them happy. The following is an excerpt from the prayer given by the Reverend Dwight E. Faust at Barbara’s memorial service, August 16, 1970: "Especially do we thank thee for thy servant, Barbara, for the gift of her life, for they grace given her, and for all in her that was good and kind and faithful. We remember the qualities of her life that endeared her to us; her integrity, the openness of her heart, her keen wit and sense of humor, her inquiring mind and sensitive spirit, her zest for life and all its challenges; her understanding that life consists not of getting but of giving one’s self. Above all we bless thee for the honesty of her faith - never blind acceptance, but always her own affirmation. Our lives have been enriched by the way that she lived . . ." At the graduation of Barbara’s class a memorial award was made and the following is excerpted: "Barbara Jeanne Smith will be remembered as a quiet but active member of this class of 1971. She gave generously of time and talents to Goshen Central. Barbara’s role of leadership was that of an unassuming young lady who quietly supported or directed from outside the periphery of the spotlight . . ." ON CHILDREN Your children are not your children, They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you Yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, You may house their bodies but not their souls. For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow. Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, But seek not to make them like you, For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday. Kahlil Gilbran Barbara now dwells in the house of tomorrow.

Leslie Ann Stansell


Let Fate do her worst; there are relics of Joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear, Long, long be my heart with such memories filled,

Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled; You make break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of roses will hang round it still. . . . Born July 17, 1954 Who she was is only part of the story. What she was is so important, it is easy to tell because there is much to make us proud. It is hard to tell because we miss her daily. Leslie was enthusiastic. If she was happy she told you again and again. If she was unhappy with you she also let you know it. Once she literally covered the door to her room with at least a dozen cleverly worded signs, each told you that this room was off limits to parents. She was also determined. She wanted to change the world, to make it a better place. She wanted to finish college and join the Peace Corps and work in South America. She had a lot of confidence. For years she had been the quiet, serious type and lately she had become aware of her own personal strength. She had just been elected to the chairmanship of the steering committee of her new high school; she had won the competition to become a foreign exchange student. She had also taken the Dale Carnegie course in company with adults and had won many prizes in the competitions. She had reached that stage in life where one stops worrying about themselves and starts to care about others. This inner confidence also followed her to be an idealist. She felt for the underdog. In Peru, her favorites were the servants and Indians. We think they felt her sincerity, for in the town of Huanuco, there is a newly born chile named Leslie in her memory Leslie was also stubborn. She believed in herself and her ideas and took a strong stand on many issues. She was a superb student. She was not only bright but was the kind who came home from school and forced herself to do her homework no matter how long it took. She often ended up on the honor roll for she had disciplined herself to do the things she didn’t like to do.

Leslie had an unbelievable amount of drive. She learned how to play table tennis and quickly advanced from an ordinary player to a superb competitor. She was capable of beating anyone who ever came over from then on, for she never quit trying. She never went out of her way to humble an outclassed opponent. She was unselfish. She earned almost every dollar that she spent for the fun things, like camp in the summers and all of the money other than transportation cost for the trip to Peru. This required scrimping and saving and many tedious hours of baby sitting. Though she was extremely thrifty in the accumulating of this money, if someone’s birthday came up she spent with a loving extravagance that made you want to cry when you realized how long it took her to save the money to buy you a birthday present. Last and most important she was a romantic. She believed in all sorts of wondrous and foolish things because it put zest in her life. She believed in blue fairies and Leprechauns who lived in and changed the traffic signals, and just as important, when she found out these things didn’t exist , she never let on because it would have spoiled it for her younger brother or the one telling the story. She loved to dine by candlelight and when she would dance with her father, she would squeal with pleasure. Even at the age of 14, she believed in our magic icebox - it would grant you any wish if you’d write it out and tape it to the door. Leslie had a genuine love for all of mankind. She believed that kindness would change the world. There is no doubt that Leslie achieved what she hoped for in her life. A line from a letter from her classmates in Peru proves that. It reads, "She has gone away . . . but left ideals that, if we obtain . . . we will find peace . . ."

Joanne Patricia Tuckerman

School: Briarcliff High School Town: Briarcliff Manor, New York Born: September 26, 1953 Parents: Bryant and Charlotte Tuckerman Brother: David Sister: Barbara Jane Mandelbaum, a close friend of Joanne from early school days, writes this article: As she graduated to junior high school she discovered that the shy nervous girl, who was once renowned mainly for her passion for cats, could write beautiful poetry and express beautiful thoughts. She found out too, that she could do anything else she wanted to. She became very much involved and committed to the realities of her country, here church, and her school. Her interest in the LRY, a primarily Unitarian youth group was also fervent. She attended meetings, went to camp and arranged weekend with enthusiasm, holding on office on both the local and metropolitan LRY. One of the things about Joanne that always amazed me was her determination. During the first two years of high school, she decided that she wanted to be first clarinet in the band and editor of the literary magazine, Briars and Ivy. By love of music and a willingness to actually practice "On Wisconsin," she made herself into a first clarinet and a very good musician. She loved "Briars and Ivy." Her belief that a literary magazine should be taken in all seriousness made her a natural for an editor. There were few of us who had the tolerance and love of poetry that she had to spend hours evaluating work and who were as concerned with the quality and beauty of the magazine itself. Joanne was always an incredibly energetic person. I think the most frequent words I spoke to her during school hours were, "Calm down, Joanne, calm down." However, there was little that cold keep her down when she was out to get something and her energy seemed inexhaustible. Beside her desire to be the best poet, the most successful editor and best student in her grade, Joanne was set on being one of our exchange student to South America. As one of the most fluent Spanish students in school, Joanne was regarded by the other Spanish students, struggling with their irregular verb forms, with awe. She was very excited when she was chosen to go to Peru, the country that she had, typically, decided on months before. She left in a mad rush, dashing around all morning saying goodbye to her friends and teachers. As I remember it, I ended the conversation by telling her to relax, to keep cool and to calm down. I’m sure she didn’t follow my advice. Paint me a picture of the morning fog - Catch the liquid mist from one grey dawn Blend it with the sunrise, a canvas grey and pink-hued, Then paint a grey road lonely in the mist. And take my hand and lead me there to wander in the dawn

And show me all the brush strokes at the edge of the sun - We’ll ramble in the dew-drenching reeds that brush against our thighs - Come walk with me and talk with me and only touch my hand. Paint me a picture of the clouds at noon - Squeeze the palest liquid from white wisps, Blend it with the skytints, a canvas clear and blue-white

Then paint a wide field g olden in the sun. And take my hand and lead me there to taste the fragrant air And show me where your name rests on the petals of a flower -

We’ll drink the juice of roses and we’ll climb the greenest trees - Come run with me and laugh with me and only touch my hand. Paint me a picture of the midnight stars -

Catch the melting silver in your hands, Blend it with the night hues, a canvas dark and flowing Then paint a forest gentled in the moon, And take my hand and lead me there to sit beneath the stars And show me where your dream lies in the path of one blue star We’ll share the songs and smells of night, the softer, darker dreams - Come sit with me and sing to me and only touch my hand. J.P.T. 6/21/70 (in Peru) Poems written by Joanne in Peru (the second refers to the earthquake).

Susan Theresa Van Gelder

School: Maple Hill High School Town: Castleton on Hudson, New York Parents: Joan Sancomb and John Wesley VanGelder On September 6, 1953, Susan Theresa was born, the second of three girls; the eldest - Bonnie, her younger sister, Mary Jane, Susan grew to be a tall, beautiful, brown-eyed brunette, closely resembling her father. Sue was a home girl., for the most part, always most contented playing with her closest friend, Mary. As she grew older her interests broadened and she made many friends because of her cheerful personality. Susan was not aggressive girl, but there certainly were times when she was not afraid to stand up for her rights or for those of others. Once, a bully took Mary Jane’s trick or treat bag and Sue chased him and demanded that he give it back - and he did! Sue picked up instruments very quickly. She played the French horn, the clarinet, and the oboe, At home she enjoyed accompanying Bonnie, who played the piano. She played the oboe in the high school band and was chosen one year to be in the All-County Band. She also enjoyed the neighborhood baseball games and each year, strung a rope between two trees for a volleyball net. Swimming and skiing became her favorite sports. She earned her Life Saving badge, then worked as a swimming instructor in the summer. She was a basketball cheerleader in high school. Sue loved new clothes, especially the "mod"; she was always the first to wear a new style. Sue wished to attend Cortland State College, where her sister Bonnie, attended. Biology was her favorite subject, and she hoped to teach it. She was a member of the Future Teachers of America. She gave up two periods a week to tutor an elementary boy. Susan was liked and admired. A friend, Millie Riveiro, whom she met in Peru, said, "Susan and I were always together. I got to know Susan quite well, and would have liked to have known her better . . . most of all she knew how to be a friend, which is rare indeed. She care . . ." "She has truly left her mark in this world." Susan Mesick, one of Susan’s close friends expressed: "Sometimes you’re fortunate enough to grow up with someone who is everything you want a friend to be . . . I was lucky to find these qualities in someone who was very special to me . . . Susan." Another close friend, Mary Gootz reminisced: "I have known Susan all my life, and I can say our friendship was truly a blessing . . . Although shy at first, she loved to go places and meet new people . . . We always camped out under the stars, in our backyards. I’ll never forget . . . we held each other’s hand in the dark, and dying at each night noise . . . Sue always made it to the top because of her bright personality and sincere smile . . . We shared our deepest feelings with each other, knowing in our hearts that they would not be betrayed . . . I can best add and pay tribute to Susan’s memory by letting the world know of her love which overflowed and touched someone wherever she went. I will never be ashamed to shed a tear for the sincere friendship I’ve lost . . . my heart will sing joyfully . . . She is with her Lord.