Sandy,
I'm back. Its been nine years since I wrote you my last tribute. Thought it might be time to catch up. I'm happy to find you just as beautiful as the last time we had our little chat. I hope this time you might be a bit more responsive. If not, we can live with that. OOH! Sorry. I forgot where I was for a minute.
So tell me Sandy. Do the angels flirt with you very much and do you shoo them away like you did to me way back when. I hope so. You are still up there right? You haven't decided to give life another try yet have you? I was hoping you might give me a break and wait for me to do that with you again. Its only fair I get another chance.
Hay...I wrote a book. About my experiences in the war. Did you know that I got wounded a couple of times? When it happened I thought of you back home, safe in someone elses arms. Alas. Life can be a bitter pill.
So whats it like up there Sandy. Can you have pets? I'm not sure I can deal with a place that dosen't allow pets, dogs, Cockatoos or horses not to mention a million more animals. They gotta go someplace, right. No, they don't get sent down to that other place do they. Well crap, they could have just stayed here.
What do you do for fun up there Sandy?" Can you ride in cars? Do you park and make out on weekends? Do you have weekends? Can you go out to lunch? You guys must get hungry once in a while. You have movies? Do you have bars with Juke Boxes? Oh baby. I know. Do you have drive in theatres? Hay hay. We can go to the drive in as soon as I get there. You say yes and I'm coming up there right now. What do you mean NO. Awe man. I wish I could say that this is not like you Sandy...but it is like you. Just like you Sandy. Then I ain't comin. See you in another nine years. Sandy.
Lynn Hubsch
I included my last name in case you forgot who I was.
From Lynn Hubsch on September 17th, 2013
Sandy
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.
Harry,
For the life of me I swear I had written you a tribute a while back.Must be that Mr. Nix must be jealous or something. So here we go again. Sorry Harry but I see this one being shorter. Getting lazy in my old age. Plus I have been editing my book for the last week and that was a lot of typing. Sorry, this is about you isn't it?
It was Ewing Park school on Somerset Street or was that Buttonwood Street? I lived on the corner where they met so I lived on both. I forget where you lived Harry. We met on the first day of school and later in the playground where we played Space Ranger with that tall kidd with the black hair.What was his name...Waldron or something. Don't know about you but I thought he was a pain in the ass. Always telling us what to do and always being the captain of our Space Ship. Where did he get off? You and I hit him with sticks one day when he pissed us off. He went crying to the teacher. She came over to us and accused us of beating him with sticks. The nerve. We lied like crazy and told her 5that he was a make believe monster on this planet and we told her that it was his idea like always. We were only following orders. She looked at him and gave him a HURRUMMPH and walked back to the teachers clutch.We promised each other to never lie again. Pinky swear. Just between us it was. As far as I know you never lied again. Proud of you Harry. I liked you a lot.Now that I see you are dead, I wish we had done more together. I wish I knew you better. I know nothing about your life. Did you marry? Did you have kids? Did you share your life and love with animals? Did anyone ever bring you flowers? I'm sure you earned them Harry. Me...I give you my affection and a big Hug to my old friend. Say hello to John Wayne for me please. Tell him he has a pal coming soon. So do you Harry. See ya.
Lynn Hubsch
From Carol PETRUSKA on April 7th, 2020
My first love,in Mrs. Kierys third grade class at Alfred Reed School. Rest in peace!
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
Yesterdays Friend
Don
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.
Pat Buttice...Pat,
Gone now over eight years. Sorry you didn't have more time with us. I remember you Pat. Pretty and petite. Always brightened the hall when I saw you. We traveled in different circles which today would not be a problem. Then it apparently was. I never knew if you knew who I was or thought me cool, which of course I was, or thought me a fool. I guess you would get differing oppinions on that depending who you asked. I always thought it would be interesting...nice to ask you out. To get to know you. I regret that I never got to know you better. Consequently, I never got to know anything about your life and how things went for you. Did you have a family? Did you find a man that was gentle and kind, who brought you things you liked and who was good to you and your kids. Forgive my assumtions. I have been stopping by your picture whenever I am on site. I come here often and write down my thoughts about people. I like enlarging your picture and admiring your face. I try to imagine what it might have been like to go out with you. But alas, I missed my chance.
Thanks for the chat. Maybe we can do it again one day. Best Regards.
Lynn Hubsch
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
Dear Janet.......
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.
Daphne
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.
Lynn I remember from Homeroom. He once tried to strangle me in a choke hold. He was fooling around and I didn’t enjoy it. Being a little skinny kid I guess I was a good target. Suprise to see the sensitive side in all his comments concerning other students. Sorry to read of his passing.
Rest In Peace.
From Dorinda Penzone on March 10th, 2023
I so much agree w/Bev, especially the part about calling him a "Gentle Giant". Lynn was a classmate and friend and neighbor, so we saw much of each other during our teen years. I remember how creative her was and into art. I wsa also saddened to hear of his wife's passing. I now hope they are together once again...in heaven. RIP to you both.
From Beverly Vickery on March 9th, 2023
Lynn,
I am sadden to see your name added to this Memorials Page. As you have been so diligent over the years in writing Tributes to our classmates, even to people you didn't know too well, I want to acknowledge and thank you for writing them. The memories you shared in your Tributes brought me both joy and tears, and my memory of you will forever be "the gentle giant, always the gentlemen."
I pray you are in Heaven enjoying the many cats and other four-legged creatures you loved so much. Rest in peace, Lynn.
You were another of the fabulously pretty and petite lass's that graced the halls at Ewing. Likely you never knew this but I would stop and pretend I was doing something I needed to do when I saw you coming down the hall. I wanted to be able to watch you walk by and admire your face. I always thought you were really good looking. I always entertained the notion of asking you out but I didn't think you even knew who I was. I don't remember if you had a steady through those years or not. You seemed popular to me. But we traveled in different circles and we did not seem to mix much back in the day. Certainly my loss.
I watched you and admired you from afar but never knew you in school or in life after school. I look through these pages and ask myself if I am the only guy in our class that knew so little about so many class mates? In my life since those wonderful days in school, I have discovered that as we mature in age and wisdom we better understand that every person we meet adds to the sum total of who we are as people. I would have loved sharing a wee bit of myself with you back then. I am sure you would have enriched my life even if I did not know it at the time.
I hope you were happy with your life and yourself. I hope you found a man who was supportive and loving, gentle and kind. I hope your transition was gentle and painless. And I wish I had brought you flowers. We will chat again. Be well.
Art,
I did not realize your birthday was so close to mine. Mine preceeds yours by 3 days. We are practically twins... by different mothers.
I remember the first time we saw each mother since graduation. I believe it was the tenth year reunion. You had to tell me who you were for some reason. You had transformed yourself in the decade since we saw each other last. I think you had some facial hair but maybe not. I remember thinking how handsome a guy you had blossomed into. Not that you were ugly or something before. Just sayin.
You challenged me in art class. I didn't like it at first but I then realized that this was how we grow as people. We are challenged and move forward or we fall back into the muck and mire of lost humanity. Thank you art. I respected you as an artist and as a man. I remember that Christmas card you designed. I can still see it in my minds eye. It was beautiful. A candle on top of sprigs of pine needles from a Christmas tree. Remember Miss McCracken our art teacher?" She loved your card and shoved it down everybody's throat for a week. We wanted to take you out to sea in a trunck and leave you there. But we got over it. You forced us all to do better. Again Art. Thank you.
We knew each other but we ran in different crouds so we never got close. Sorry for that. My life had room for you if you were so disposed. I know nothing of the life you led or the road you traveled. It is my wish that you were happy and knew the love of a family. Had the respect of those who knew you and I hope Art,that you took time to dance. To bring your lady flowers. To tell people you loved them. And that you continued with your art. I hope you were happy and your life was as good as you wanted it to be. Damn it Art. I'm getting a bit old in the tooth as of late. I don't like it. And there is nothing I can do about it.
Gotta go my friend. I have enjoyed our chat. Looking forward to our next one which will likely be face to face. Until that time comes round. You be well.
He was a friend of mine. We went down to Seaside summer of 62 looking for “chicks”. We met some real dooseys. He was like most of my friends down to earth an unknown nobody not a stand out big shot.
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.
Lynn Hubsch
From Lynn Hubsch on November 13th, 2020
Earle,
I have not a clear memory as to when we met but I suspect it was baseball. I was pitching for so and so's warehouse or machine shop. Somebody correct me on that. I don't remember if we were on the same team or not but somehow we got together and became friends. I think we did some scouting together as well. Regardless, my friend. I knew you as a gentle soul. We spent time at each others homes p-laying with each others stuff. I never had a lot of stuff and I do not remember your stuff. But I remember having fun with you. I think we played war a lot. You were a vicious, formitable enemy.
In baseball, I remember you at bat. You had this dangerous habit of leaning into the pitch which always scared me. It looked like you were about to be sidelined with a hard ball snugly planted in the side of your head. The coaches told you about it and not to do any longer. But it was apparently in your genes. To lean into the pitch. Somehow my friend, you never got hit that I saw. In the head anyway.
We lost touch Earle about the time we finished with the Babe Ruth League. My team, Nelson Machine Shop took the league that year. That was the year I found my nitch in the batting department. I said to the ball as I was swinging the bat over home plate..."Come to papa ball. It's all over for you. You have eluded me all year and now you die." I said or something like that. The pitcher wound up and I closed my eyes. When I heard the pitchers grunt I swung. There was this lovely crack that echoed for miles it seemed. I opened my eyes to see the ball heading for the next county. "WOW" I said out loud as I stood on home plate. The coaches all screamed at me "RUN" I made it to second base. It should have been an infield homer but I was famous for a day. I was happy.
Well Erale thats enough about me. I regretably know nothing about your life. I hope you took from life those things you wanted and needed. I hope you found the love that was waiting just around the corner. I know not what your family life was if you had one. Some of us did not have a family. Thats okay with me. We all make choices. Thats what life is...choices. I hope you took the time to dance. I hope you brought someone flowers. I hope you shared your life with at least one animal and maybne more. You would be surprised how much room you can find for anothedr critter. If heaven doesn't allow animals...I ain't goin.
Love you Earle. See you on the other side.
Lynn Hubsch
From Lynn Hubsch on April 16th, 2019
Earle,
When my mind takes me back to those easy days of our youth and the faces of classmates and friends, events and deeds shared by many dance before my minds eye, your face invariably will find its way into my theatre of the mind. You and I were not close friends nor traveled in the same circles...but we liked one another. We had respect for each other and common interests as I remember. Babe Ruth baseball was one. I have this image of you at bat, getting hit hit in the side of the head by a fast ball which just about knocked you out. You held it together though. We go way back Earle. We started school together at Parkway...along with most of the rest of our class.
I have noticed that most of our classmates found on these pages still do not have tributes writen by those of us still standing. I keep thinking how sad that is and I want to do something about it. Here comes the but. But I don't think I have enough words to handle all the tributes. Plus I'm lazy. And I did not know anything or at least much about most of the people here. I'm going to take my time and think real hard. Over time I will likely come up with something appropriate for everybody.
I hope your gentle spirit gave you a rich and happy life Earle. You were always the kind of person that made the world a better place. We and the world will miss you. I have faith that you are in the good place. I hope you found that special woman that gave you love and a soft place to fall. Perhaps you are fortunate you left when you did. You should see this schmuck we have as a president now. He will send us all to keep you company if we can't uproot the bastard. Wish us all luck. See you pal.
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.
Lynn Hubsch
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.
Yes, I finally found you, Jay Thatcher. Jay was my best male friend while in HS. I last physically saw him in the late 60's. Sandy Walter's and Jay came over to Levittown, Pa. to visit me. For years I tried to find him to no avail. I just knew that he probably end up being a lawyer or involved in politics somehow. I would try to find his whereabouts for years off an on. During the last 20 yrs I found two possibilities. One in Phillipsburg, the other in Virginia. I was looking for him so long, that when I looked at the two phone numbers I had I hesitated to call either. Anyway, in November 2022 I got up the nerve to call the Virginia number. A man answered the phone, I explained to him who I was looking for. The man on the phone was Jay's son. Jay had passed away on Oct 12, 2022 of alzheimers. I spoke to his daughter, who is a ballerina in NYC, his son who is a business man in Illinois, his daughter-in-law, and his wife, Margaret. His wife spoke with a brogue. She's was from Scotland. They met in a bar in Washington, DC. I did not find out what Jay did for a living, but I know he did spend some time in Las Vegas. We all know how Jay loved to gamble!
Yes, I finally found Jay, but just 1 month too late. Boy, I would have loved to talk to him. I'll always remember him as a gentleman, caring, fun, reliable, sweet. I loved him so much, as a friend and so sorry that I waited so long to call him. He has a wonderful family and I'm sure had a great life. Rest in peace my friendâ
From Phil Celmer on March 21st, 2023
Finally found you Jay. Remember that poker game when you took all my money. You told me not to gamble. Great advice I needed. Keep smiling and RIP.
You are likely asking yourself why the hell I am writing you a tribute. We were never friends. We knew each other but we never liked each other...but we knew each other to say hello when we passed each other in the hall.. Pete, you and I saw the world as two very different places. Just how different is not important today. I knew little about you in high school and even less about you in life. Likely we never even thought of one another. But Pete I got a tell ya. That day in our senior year when you ran for student council president and won that election you left us all with different if not mixed emotions. Can't really speak for the rest of the class and their motivation I can only speak of my own. Were my feelings mixed on the subject? No shit man. Initially I was shocked at the outcome, disappointed with my class in general but I became impressed by you my friend. You won that election. Don't care how or why. Just care that you did. One way or another you made that happen. For many people it was an event that could have turned their life around if they needed it to. I have no idea how things turned out for you after graduation. I remember being impressed by you because of those events.
So Pete. You and I never had dinner at each others house. You never got to date my sister. We never shared a joint or a pipe. But for one shining moment you lived in my brain as a winner. Who knew where you might go from there. I was actually proud of you..
You may be asking yourself why I have taken the time to write this tribute. I will bet you a bundle that there are those who are totally mystified by it. This is it as best as I can explain it.
Like most class mates, I see them sitting there and nobody writes them a tribute. That gives me an ache in my chest. Don't like that Pete. I plan on writing maybe a dozen more tribute to class members already on these pages. I looked at you today and remembered the election. I didn't want you to not have a tribute. I feel that way about all the class mates weather I knew them or not. Feel free to think of me as wacko.
So Pete. In closing...it has been a pleasure. Sorry for not taking the time to kinow you better in school. I'm sure you would have helped enrich my life. One last question Pete. "You staying out of trouble?"
Lynn Hubsch
From Lynn Hubsch on May 26th, 2022
Pete...
You are likely asking yourself why the hell I am writing you a tribute. We were never friends. We knew each other but we never liked each other...but we knew each other to say hello when we passed each other in the hall.. Pete, you and I saw the world as two very different places. Just how different is not important today. I knew little about you in high school and even less about you in life. Likely we never even thought of one another. But Pete I got a tell ya. That day in our senior year when you ran for student council president and won that election you left us all with different if not mixed emotions. Can't really speak for the rest of the class and their motivation I can only speak of my own. Were my feelings mixed on the subject? No shit man. Initially I was shocked at the outcome, disappointed with my class in general but I became impressed by you my friend. You won that election. Don't care how or why. Just care that you did. One way or another you made that happen. For many people it was an event that could have turned their life around if they needed it to. I have no idea how things turned out for you after graduation. I remember being impressed by you because of those events.
So Pete. You and I never had dinner at each others house. You never got to date my sister. We never shared a joint or a pipe. But for one shining moment you lived in my brain as a winner. Who knew where you might go from there. I was actually proud of you..
You may be asking yourself why I have taken the time to write this tribute. I will bet you a bundle that there are those who are totally mystified by it. This is it as best as I can explain it.
Like most class mates, I see them sitting there and nobody writes them a tribute. That gives me an ache in my chest. Don't like that Pete. I plan on writing maybe a dozen more tribute to class members already on these pages. I looked at you today and remembered the election. I didn't want you to not have a tribute. I feel that way about all the class mates weather I knew them or not. Feel free to think of me as wacko.
So Pete. In closing...it has been a pleasure. Sorry for not taking the time to kinow you better in school. I'm sure you would have helped enrich my life. One last question Pete. "You staying out of trouble?"
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.
Fairwell Peg
Lynn Hubsch
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.
This is the fifth time I have stopped to stare at your photo. I have felt the need to say something to you but somehow you have escaped me. But not today my friend.
I remember you quite well...even vividly. You were a strong character that commanded respect. You were a leader when you chose to accept that role. We did not spend all that much time together if memory serves. When we got together we always had a good day.
I always liked you and find it hard to believe that I know absolutely nothing about you and your life. Did you fall in love and have a family? Did you work for someone or did you run your own business? I did both at different times but mostly ran my own business. Did you have children? In my minds eye I see you with three daughters and two sons. Why I see that I have no idea. It must be correct. I seem to remember you being a creative soul but I could be wrong about that.
I hope you stayed out of trouble my friend. I hope your life was filled with love and respect. I am certain you had the where-with-all to create something wonderful for yourself. You left us early my friend. Under the best of conditions life is short. Oh so short. Your old man try to instill in you that notion? Mine did but alas I was too late wise.
Well my friend, I must finish my book before that last train to the coast scoops me up. It will be good to see you at the station if you can swing it. Yes...it will be good to see you. Till then. My best to you.
Lynn Hubsch
From Ed Cunningham on July 6th, 2018
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.
John,
I have intended to write something in this space for some time now. I have not the words to express the reason I have not. I find that curious. Words come easy for me as a rule these days. I just finished my first book. My memoirs of Vietnam. I am sorry you will not be arround to read it. I always saw you as the type of man and friend one might write about. You could be bigger than life at times. I was always impress as to how you did that. I believe I was envious of the man I saw standing before me in life. You were both a mans man and a lady's man. Not a bad placde to be in my eyes. I enjoyed our time together when we were kids. I never thought we shared enough time together.
I have wondered who you turned out to be through your life. Were you happy with who you were. Did life hand you disappoinment and sorrow? Perhaps none of us can avoid some of the negative life deals us. I hope you saw but a minimum.of that. I knew you as strong, determined and focused. I can't imagine you not creating the life you wanted.
So my friend, one day in the not too distant future when we meet on the other side, when I take that last train to the coast, we can catch up. Till then I wish you well my friend.
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 (
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