I can't express my sadness finding your face on this page. Your spectacular, beautiful face. All these years you have never aged a day in my minds eye. I held your image safe from the worries and cares of the world and its sorrows.
You never knew it but I was seriously, desperately taken with you all through high school. You would gently reject my playful advances and teasing. Scold me for my constant attentions. You had your mind set on someone who I never would meet and could challenge for your hand. I never had the courage to tell you I had these feelings for you. But, alas, thats life.
I hope you had a terrific life. With the time to dance, the time for anonimous good deeds, room in your heart to love and share your life with animals and I hope that someone brought you flowers. I hope your children loved you and gave you respect. I hope the man you chose was gentle and kind.
I fear that I'm getting a bit long in the tooth and one day in the not too distant future, I will at last be taking that last train to the coast. I suspect that you will be rejecting my advances all over again...but I'm keeping a good thought.
Gayle Germaine Caulton passed on to a better life March 7, 2022 in Cottonwood, Arizona where she had lived for the past 2 years. Born in Trenton, New Jersey, June 30, 1945, Gayle is the daughter of Germaine Caulton and Janet Thatcher Caulton.
After high school and extended stenography training she worked for the State of New Jersey Agriculture Department and the United States Army. When she moved to Arizona, a state she loved, she worked for the State of Arizona and later the University of Arizona.
For several years she was associated with Old Tucson Movie Studios as photographer. She met and made friends with actors, actresses, and singers throughout the years.
On February 12, 1984 she married Buck Beil in Apache Junction, AZ.
She eventually settled in Willcox, Arizona where she volunteered at the Rex Allen (singing cowboy) Museum for 15 years. She probably knew more than anyone about Rex except for his family. She was also a member in the Arizona Territorial Rangers, a security group for events and Old West re-enactment skits.
Gayle loved to travel the West and had visited many locations throughout Arizona, New Mexico and Utah.
As a member of the Center of Universal Light Church in Cottonwood Gayle made many friends in her spiritual pursuits.
Gayle leaves her sister Carol of Cottonwood, brothers Keith of Alamogordo, NM, and Wade of Trenton, NJ, step-son Rommel of Warren, PA. Preceding her in death besides her parents, are her husband, Buck Beil, and step-daughter Heidi.
You were there next door since I was five years old. In our neighborhood it was the boys against the girls. I must say, we girls held our own. I remember all the summers playing baseball, riding bikes, birthday and holiday parties and my dad always hollering at you to get off our garage roof. In later years it was all the baskekball in your driveway with Vince, Hank Lynn, Rich and anyone else you could gather together. Just so many sweet youthful memories. Rest in peace. Susan, Pattie and Kathy.
From Lynn Hubsch on September 17th, 2013
After all these years I still think fondly of you. I feel that my world is slightly darker with your passing. I hope your life was good. When you were growing up, did you always want to be a banker? Or was that one of lifes ironies we scratch our heads about?
Its getting to be about that time when the rest of us, more frequently now, will be taking that last train to the coast. I hope we can be friends again. Maybe we can get the old gang together again. See you on the flip side old friend.
My memory smiles as I think of you and all our silliness. I loved to come and see you on Wilburtha Road and fish in your pond. The fun we had in your pool. Your parents whom I really liked. Your dad during football season, high in the stands yelling "Put Hubsch in, put Hubsch in." Your dad was cool.
Let me appologize for all that teasing in homeroom. Hank and I were always getting after you. Telling you about something disgusting until you ran into the hall and hurled. Great fun...for Hank and I anyway.
I hope you had a good life and you were happy. Again, sorry for all the teasing. I can only hope one day to be able to do it all over again. Farewell my sweet friend.
I just got around to reading the tributes to our deceased classmates ( I am having one of my senior moments late at night when my mind is wandering all over the place). Lynn's tribute was very deep. I always remember him as always joking around. Anyway Janet's death has always bothered me. I remember her since Parkway School as a beautiful young lady. She performed her Highland dancing etc. I sometimes feel bitter and anger how such a young life was snuffed out especially if the story I heard is accurate. I did the holiday cementary runs a couple of years ago at Ewing and I got the urge to drive past Janet's and Chuck's graves; A melancholy mood set in on one of those cold and gray december days. All was silent. Rest in peace Janet and Chuck.
From Daphne Wallace Gerlach on November 30th, 2013
We miss you...it was an honor to know you. Your life of excellence
reflected the highest principles and the highest morals. I remember your
Highland Dancing. It was spirited and engaging. Your smiling face full of joy, you were the best dancer, your kilt was the Gordon Clan and their
Motto: "Remaining." Your lovely voice sang in the choir with us, your
laughter was a song. You were our Ambassador to Norway, the perfect
person to represent us and embrace the world.
I was so fortunate to be able to walk to school with you, Janet, and
Debbie Sturdevant, too. We met at Debbie's house and always received Hilda Sturdevant's blessings to begin our day. The leaves at our feet turning orange and red followed by snowflakes...and ah, one of our parents would give us a ride; then an umbrella of green, spring trees
recreated a life during these years of treasured paradise.
You will be remembered in all of the hearts that you touched. Your
legacy of love, happiness and wisdom will "Remain" with us always.
From Lynn Hubsch on October 7th, 2013
Janet...my sweet Janet,
Taken from us so early and so tragically. I don't think any of us had a real place in our psychies for death...here one day and gone the next. How do we understand that. What we understood was you were suddenly gone and we would not see you again in this lifetime. We missed you. Our hearts ached. And we loved you.
The car you died in was taken and stored behind the West Trenton Firehouse and covered with a tarp, safe from curious eyes. The Four Musketeers, Don, Tom, Hank and myself felt the need to see it for some reason. We uncovered it and stood silent for the longest time just staring at the front passenger seat where you had been sitting. My minds eye recalls the images as if I saw them just moments ago. I think we felt we should stand stoically and take the pain like men. I don't think I did a very good job at that. Can't speak for the other guys but I suspect none of us did well at being men just then.
I remember how heartbroken your dad was at your loss and that of your promise. I remember calling your mom and asking if I could help carry your casket. What I remember most, more than your death, was your life. Your dancing, having lunch with you in the cafeteria, teasing, joking and laughing with you, going to the drive-in with you. And I remember being sweetly kissed by you.
I have thought of you many times over the last 50 years. Fifty years Janet. Has time passed for you as it has for me? Or is it true that a lifetime in Heaven passes as the twinkling of an eye? I'll find out soon enough.
I will never see you old, grey, wrinkled or bent from time. You will always be that young and beautiful young woman who brightened my day when we were kids.
I am sorry to see that I am the only person that has written a tribute for you. You deserve better attention than this.
We were pretty good friends back in the day. I remember you coming to my house on Summerset and Buttonwood Streets for the day and we would go into the woods and have adventures. The little creek, the big creek and the monkey swing. The fish and the myriod of life that lived in those creeks and the woods. Those older kids that liked to push us around when they caught us in the woods. What a bunch of A**holes. Pretty much all gone now my friend. Sad isn't it? Getting chased by the bull in farmer whats-his-names field. Playing soldier and watching war movies. Give John Wayne a salute for me when you see him.
What I remember the best was playing Little League and Babe Ruth Base Ball with you. In Babe Ruth League they threw the ball quite well. The Fast Pitch was pretty fast. You did something that, as far as I know, no one else has ever done. Like I would know if they did. You were in the box waiting for the pitch. You rubbed dirt on the handle of your bat. Did you ever learn why ball players did that ? I never did. You have kicked dirt onto home base to piss off the umpire. Way to go Earle. The wind-up. He throws it. Its a 98 miles an hour pitch. You size it up but reject the pitch and we hear the ball smack the catchers mitt with a resounding smack. You watched the ball swing wide and miss the plate. You knew you were safe. The umpire screams STRIKE. You would turn and ask the umpire if he was deaf. That was so cool. Anybody else would have asked him if he was blind. Not you pal. Thats why we got along so well. We were both a little...odd maybe. But we eventually grew out of our oddness.
Now here is what you did that made everyone watching you scream and fall out of the bleatchers. You leaned forward and dipped your head down in the way of that 98 MPH pitch. It always missed you somehow but it was never by much. The coach had a heart attack everytime you were at bat. I didn't mind the coach having a heart attack, just didn't want to see you get hurt. You never did.
I hope you had a good life and you met a young lady who inspired you to live your life to its fullest. I hope she thrilled you, gave you children and enriched your life. You earned all that my friend. Keep your eyes peeled for me pal. My doctors tell me I should have taken that last train to the coast years ago. Screws them. I remember you my friend. See ya.
It is amazing the things we remember about certain people. I remember in 3rd grade Fred did a magic trick putting pebbles in his mouth and appeared to swallow them but magically they were in his hand. I was afraid he would swallow them.Rest in peace Fred.
What a surprise to see you here on this page. I always suspected that you would outlast us all. But life always has surprises for us.
I know little of your life these past fifty years but I suspect it was one of brillience and grace. Your's was a face I always looked forward to seeing at the reunions. Now I am saddened that I have seen it for the last time.
We ( I ) seem to learn this life's lesson slowly and painfully...that we should avail ourselves of the time we have together while we have it. Like now, we never know when it will end.
Fair-thee-well my friend. I will see you on the other side. Take heart in knowing you will be well remembered.
From John Nix on August 23rd, 2017
Gerry, our friend, classmate and forever reunion committee member passed away on April 23, 2016. He was always full of life and could light up a room.
We will miss his laughter, smile and always a funny story at our committee meetings.
He helped hold our group together and will be sorely missed.
Michael B. Silverman, 76, of Manchester died at home on Monday, December 20, 2021. Born in Bronx, New York, he resided in Lakewood before moving to Manchester in 1979. He worked for Lockheed Martin in Hightstown for many years as an aerospace engineer before retiring in 2011. He enjoyed many things: Star War movies, science fiction, the beach and vacations, spending time with his family, and all puns, good and bad. He loved computers, and after retirement, he taught Microsoft Excel online. He was a good, patient, and kind man and a best friend to everyone he met. Surviving are his wife of 52 years, Cathy L. Silverman; sons Paul L. Silverman and wife Ereshnee Naidu-Silverman, James W. Silverman and wife Alicia; daughter Lauren R. Hill and husband Brian; brother Alan Silverman and wife Mimi; and 4 grandchildren, Lillie, Eli, Audrey, and Aadya. Visitation is Thursday 12-2 pm with a 1:30 pm service at Oliverie Funeral Home, 2925 Ridgeway Rd Manchester, NJ 08759. Interment will follow at Ocean County Memorial Park, Toms River. In lieu of flowers, please make donations to St Jude Children's Research Hospital (https://www.stjude.org/). For directions or to send online condolences, please visit our website at
You were one of the first of us to be called home. I wondered how that could be possible Chuck. I knew you to be robust and powerful in body. A force of nature with the heart of a giant. You excelled at football...I remember you making them pay for their yardage. One of lifes mysteries Chuck. One that will eventually be solved for us all.
You and I were not close, but you had my respect and believe it or not...I have thought of you often over the years since you left us. I know nothing about your life or how you lived it. I would magine you left a family greiving. I can only hope you had a good life and you were loved by your family or whomever you had in your life at the time. I am certain you were respected and admired by all those who crossed your path.
It won't be that long before the rest of us join you up there. When Sandy gets there she will be organizing everything. We will look at each other and roll our eyes and say,"Oh well...Gotta love 'er". We'll see you then Chuck.
I remember you from Parkway School. We played under that huge oak tree to the side of the play ground...when you were not off gossiping with the girls. Even at that age you were every bit the lady.
After high school I did not see you till the 10th Year Reunion I think it was. During that time you blossomed into a beautiful woman. An incredible metamorphasis. You were always very cute I thought Peg, but that night you were stunning. Absolutly stunning. That was the last time I saw you. At your zeneth. And that is how I will always see you. Even when I remember the cute little, skinny girl that played games with me a Parkway School. The shy little smile that lifted my spirits. And the awesome courage you had to come to my rescue when I was bullied. I remember you.
I hope you had as many of the good things life has to offer that you could stand. I would be happy to know that you had love and respect in your life. I hope your passing was peaceful and not so painful for the ones you left behind. I hope you had few regrets and most of all Peg...I hope you were happy with yourself and your life.
From Judy Mellodge-Newman on July 24th, 2013
I was so sad to hear of your passing! I remember vividly when we won the "Twist Contest" at one of our class reunions at Romeo and Juliet's. So sorry we never got together again! May you rest in peace Peggy! Judy Mellodge- Newman
From Lana Turner Gray on July 8th, 2013
So sad to hear of your passing. I have thought of you thur the years n was hoping some day our paths would cross again. We have known each other since Parkway School n I always enjoyed our friendship. May you be at peace in heaven. Lana Turner Gray
From Linda Holcombe on July 2nd, 2013
It's only been a short time sis, but I miss you more than you can imagine. You were a great sister and always there for me when I needed you. You were not only a sister, but a friend.
It has been some time since we last saw each other. A lifetime. I remembner you very well my friend. We met at Parkway School if memory serves. I must confess to you that I regret not being a better friend to you. I remember running into you from time to time and always felt good about the event. I remember coming to your house a few times to play with you and your stuff. You had good stuff my friend.
You were smart Bill. Much smarter than me. I always thought it was wise to hang around with smart people. Just in case some of their smarts fell out of their head, I couild pick it up and claim it as my own. You never let any smarts fall out of your head but I learned from you. I listened. You told me stuff. Thank you for being my friend Bill. You were a good guy when we were young. I'm certain you were a good man when you grew up.
I am sorry I don't know anything about your life or how you lived it. Did you find love? I know you did. Did you have a family? Perhaps. I pray you had a good life Bill. I hope you danced, had fun and I hope you laughed till you cried. I hope you had time for and a love of animals. Personally I liked animals more than most of the human beings I ever met. And Bill, I send you flowers. My empathy tells me you made the world a better place just by being a part of it. I had forgotten how much I liked you until I was writing this tribute. It all came flooding back to me.
Fairwell my friend. For now anyway. Keep an eye pealed for me. It will be good to see you again.
John was a good friend, we lived across the street from each other back in the early 50s and stayed close friends until he went into the Air Force and we moved to Phoenix AZ. John was one of the nicest easy going people I know.