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Gus Wendt
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March 01, 1941 retired Married 4
Rita Schiller (Wendt)
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March 24, 1941 retired Married 4
 
Jeffrey R. Wheeler
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June 04, 1941 attorney Married 3
Hi Everyone,
   After graduating from UW Law in 1966, spent 4 yrs in US Army JAG with final year in Vietnam.  Had been stationed at Ft. Carson and really liked Colorado, so we stayed.  We have three grown daughters, two in Colorado and one in Georgia, who have produced four grandsons, aged 4-17.  Still practicing law about one-half time and remain married to Jean, a former RN.  Enjoy fly fishing, waterfowl and pheasant hunting, scuba, and travel.
Dennis Williams
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February 24, 1941 Retired Gas Serviceman Married 2
After graduation, I attended Stevens Point, then enlisted in the U. S. Air Force and finished basic training at Lackland AFB.  I was assigned to Travis AFB in Northern California where I met my wife who was working there as a Secretary.  Shortly after our wedding, I was sent to the Aleutian Islands for a year--without my bride.  I decided that I didn't want to see the world via the USAF, so after I was discharged, went to work for a California utility and stayed with them for 36 years in Sonoma and Napa counties.  I met some wonderful customers and I can honestly say I enjoyed my work.

We have two married children and five grandchildren and we all reside within 30 miles of each other in the beautiful Cascade Mountain Range of Northern California, where we can view Mt. Lassen and Mt. Shasta from our mountain towns. 
My hobbies include spending time with grandchildren and working at our son's ranch for mentally challenged adults.

I hope to see you all in August and remember the great times we had in our younger years.
John A Young
March 16, 1941 Anthropology Professor Married 2
I graduated from Macalester College (St. Paul) in 1963, received an MA in Asian Philosophy from the U. of Hawaii in 1965, and then completed a Ph.D. in Cultural Anthropology at Stanford U. in 1971.  My first teaching job was at San Diego State U. from 1970-72.  I spent most of my career after that (34 years) in teaching, research and administration at Oregon State University in Corvallis (the Beavers, not the Ducks!!!) where I served as Chair of the Department of Anthropology for 18 years.  I retired in 2006.  I often traveled, worked and lived abroad, primarily in China and the Pacific Islands.  From 1997-99 I served as President of my professional association, the Society for Applied Anthropology, the oldest and largest applied social science organization in the world.   My wife (second marriage to a former student from China) and I moved to Hawaii Island in 2007 to enjoy tropical gardening, swimming, snorkeling, jogging, hiking, golf, and every morning feasting on home-grown papayas.  I still have a professional role on occasion as editor of a book series on Contemporary Social Issues for university students. (Cengage.com or Wadsworth.com under Cultural Anthropology).   My first marriage was to a Fijian (Polynesian).  I raised two lovely daughters K-12 as a single parent after getting divorced in 1986.   My five minutes of fame in 2001 was being interviewed on national television in China (CCTV channel 4). However, as far as I know only one person in the U.S. saw the program. Another notable experience was climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro (20,000 feet) while trying to shake off a case of dysentery in August 1962.  I remember the easily flustered Miss Tompitch.  We 8th grade boys took full advantage of her inability to control the class.  One day we fired squirt guns every time she turned her back to write math equations on the blackboard.  She soon fled to the principal's office.  When she returned the blackboard was dripping wet all over, and she discontinued the class in a compete nervous breakdown. Similarly,  I noticed with my own daughters that junior high students have no conscience.  We certainly had none, but our mischief did foster a great bond of adolescent solidarity. In my own teaching I remembered Miss Tompitch as an object lesson.  I had my embarrassing moments, such as leaving all my teaching materials at home and being forced to wing it in class.  I soon discovered that winging it is not all that bad.  I suppose the worst moment was when my self-absorbed Dean (academic term for boss) caught me day-dreaming/napping in a department chairs meeting.  He snapped me out of my stupor, "What do you think about this John". Forty eyes were focused on me as my game was up.  The consolation was that I knew most of them, like me, would rather be somewhere else doing something (anything) else.  
Kenneth Young
August 18, 1940 Driver Married 3
When I was in high school I thought I was happy. My insides were cring for help. It took most of my life to learn how to be content and happy. I always wanted thing I couldn't have. I been married most of my life to find the one person that could make me happy(fourth Marriage) this on is the one.We been married for almost six years and no fights that a record being married to me. She must be a angel I drove a truck over the road for 23 Years and now I drive a bus for a temporary service in milwaukee,Wisconsin.
Chuck Zamjahn
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February 28, 1941 Executive Search Married 4

Chuck has  resided in the New Orleans area for 33 years.  Graduated from the University of Wisconsin,in 1963 with a BS Economics and MS in Industrial Relations from the University of Illinois.  Served as an officer in the Army Medical Service for 2 years including Viet Nam service.

Chuck is President of River Region Executive Search, Inc.. Previous experience includes 7 years as a Consultant with the New Orleans office of outplacement & career management provider, Drake Beam Morin, His industrial experience includes progressively responsible human resource management roles with chemical companies Monsanto Company, and American Cyanamid.

Married (3rd and last) - 4 children, 3 step children, 8 grandchildren, 4 stepgtandhcildren.  Wife, Cathy, attended our 45th reunion and works for Humana.  Their small group HQ is in Green Bay so we enjoy her annual October week of training there.  Cancer and Katrina survivor.   30 handicap - not bad for a monocular old man. 

Enjoy spending time with family (all in this area), European travel, keeping up with friends around the country, our 2 poodles "Bucky" and "Sissy", dining out in New Orleans and our Metairie Country Club.

 

An Embarrassing Moment in High School

Ron Vincent, our great Web Master, encouraged me to enter an embarrassing moment.  So why not start with the night in Jr. High when after a basketball game where possibly Herb Schlie probably light up the scoreboard, we were walking to the Attic for "some action".  He was walking in front of me with a date (don't remember if it was Linda Rozak or Jeannie Patterson) , but anyway, I made some wisecrack remark and "bam" - Ron turns around and deservedly punches me right in nose.  That was embarrassing, but it was more so when I went to the school nurses' home on Racine (a family friend) on the way home holding my by now very bloody nose.  After she assured me it wasn't broken, I went home to explain to my parents why I had blood all over my clothes and a red nose.
 
Now the accolades - Ron and I were very good friends - he and I started out competing for diving and pole vaulting.  He's "the man" who progressed and set the records.  I was the swim team "trainer-mascot" but also announcer - the best part of that job was announcing Ron's dives.
 
My other numerous embarrassing moments briefly included explaining to my Dad why there were soy beans in the car when he went to work the day after a dance (or park job), the original "Grand Theft Auto" Methodist Youth Fellowship meetings I never attended, and Danny Matern and I explaining to the Sheriff Deputy who happened upon us how we ended up in a corn field and  mowed down 6 mail boxes on Calhoun Road on the way home from visiting "a friend" out that way.  At the age of 15, we had some real explaining to do. 
 
Think I'll  stop at 4 - we sure had fun.
 
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