Joe Mechem joined approximately 40 members of the Form of 1960 and their guests, assembled in Manhattan on May 10, 2018. The highlight of the evening was a talk by Peter F. Wright, M.D., who spoke about his distinguished teaching, research, and medical career in pediatrics and infectious diseases. Win Rutherfurd, accompanied by Bill Foulke, sang after his supper and Andy Baxter brought the form up to date on school matters. The group will gather again for its 60th in the spring of 2020.
It’s been a year since our 55th and, connecting with classmates, I learned Chad Floyd had a longstanding architectural project in Charlotte, so we met for dinner on one of his visits, which was great fun. Winkie and Peter Whitman stopped for two days in Charlotte for some catching up as well as an opportunity for our wives to get to know each other. Unseasonably cool and sleety weather prevented our golf excursion, but we had a good visit.
A note from Richard Ranck: “I continue to carve at life and wood, and paint primitive. Thanks to Bill Abbé and my daughter’s art, I was able to find and keep my whimsy. If near Philly, where the Eagles fly, come see Brooke and me at my studio. Saw Mike Howard recently, who continues merrily along.”
Bob Lievens checks in with a quick update: “New e-mail address for me: firstname.lastname@example.org. The old one will work until the fall.”
Martin Oppenheimer reports that he, with his wife, Annilee, John Taft ’68, and “other Paulies,” attended Richard Lederer’s 80th birthday party at the home of his son, Howard ’82, in Las Vegas, where he met all of Mr. Lederer’s children. The party, he notes, “was a great tribute to a kind and brilliant teacher” who was among many nonconformists who found refuge at St. Paul’s.
From Rick Carrick: “At the age of 70, it is good to know that the time I have spent goofing off is really just practice for the fourth quarter of life. I am still working, but a bit less. More importantly, I find it easier to fire the clients that are better served by more sycophantic brokers.”
George “Ged” Sinkinson writes: “I got involved in genealogy as a means of avoiding my wife’s ‘Honey Do’ list on the side of the fridge. Discovered some scary things, like I might be related to some of my classmates. In addition, it turns out my ‘old boy,’ Willie Taft ’62 (William Howard Taft IV), was a relative. Also discovered a second cousin four times removed – Thomas Gibson Nickerson. I learned the following: ‘Thomas and Rebecca (Gibson) Nickerson’s youngest child, Thomas Gibson Nickerson, was born in 1805 and was orphaned at a young age. He is well-known as being the cabin boy on the whaling ship Essex when it was rammed and sunk by an enraged sperm whale in the South Pacific in 1821 and was one of the few survivors. The story inspired Herman Melville to write Moby Dick. The tale of the Essex was recently told in Nathaniel Philbrick’s book In the Heart of the Sea (2000).’ Thomas, Jr. died on February 7, 1883, in Nantucket but I did not see a memorial for him on FindAGrave.com.”
Robin Lloyd completed his second novel, Harbor of Spies, which was released in April.
Tom Iglehart writes: “The best way to imagine your 50th reunion? Have a 49th. So we did! Fourteen formmates, and wives, who made us 25, all were cradled in the good graces of Charleston, S.C., unveiled to us by local hosts John Hagerty and his wife, Susan Simons. They came from all points of the compass, some flying across the country, others via 12-hour road trips. Greeted from the start by chauffeured transport to our April 27 dinner, and coddled like diplomats thereafter, every step was cooked up and coordinated with casual brilliance by Susan and John. Nametags, or no nametags? This was debated. It turns out they helped all believe their eyes: ‘It’s really you?’ In no time, the decades surrendered to ‘Did I ever tell you about...?’ as if we had all simply missed a Seated Meal together. Special proof came through the presence of our two first-timers, Chris Ross and Mike Livanos. I instantly forgot I hadn’t seen either of them for almost 49 years, as we relived things we all knew, and they relived things I never knew, whole chapters of the great unwritten book of our collective lives. And it continued throughout; during cafeteria breakfasts at the hotel (originally built as a massive armory in 1829), strolls around the surrounding historic district, spontaneous lunches grabbed here and there with iced tea and shrimp and grits (spectacular). Then a Saturday excursion for all to the fully restored Middleton Place plantation, refreshments on the fringe of Marion Square, and the most grand reception of all: Saturday night dinner at John and Susan’s waterside home among the trees of nearby Mount Pleasant. Our reunion leaders took care of everything, and us, so well that we remembered the meaning of a forgotten custom – true hospitality. That night, Dave LeBreton officially volunteered as form agent for SPS ’69 (his second such service), quickly followed by more of John and Susan’s generosity – linking arms with Dave to join him as co-form agents. The lives of future students will be changed by what they achieve through your own generosity as we head toward a certain mountaintop, our 50th. Stay in touch. Plans are afoot. In the meantime, your Charleston photos await at the SPS ’69 Facebook page (no Facebook account required: facebook.com/sps1969).