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classmate to step into the spotlight is Richard Carroll
Richard with son Tommy.
Richard tells us, "Another
one of my sons flies 737's for Delta and my Daughter Elise (17) is the
Captain of her High School soccer team and is Queen of the High School
Senior prom this year. My oldest Daughter was a designer for Sirkorski
Heliocopters. I have a lot to be proud of and am a very lucky man. I hope
these braggings of mine don't bore you too much. I am just very proud of my
Here, we see Richard, a pilot with a commercial license and an instrument
rating, on the flight deck of a "Legacy" business jet built by Embraer, a
Brazilian Aircraft Co.
The occasion was a business jet show at John Wayne airport where he
got into the cockpit and had his photo snapped.
He says, "For a few minutes I got to play with that magic machine.
I'm still a kid in many ways."
just received an email from Judy Kaufman that Richard Carroll died on July
10 in 2006 in Costa Mesa, CA. The services will be held on Monday, July
17, in Costa Mesa.
Also, since our June Rally I’ve discovered that John Speed, Wilson
Prosser, Shirley Foster and Barbara Britt have died.
Sorry to be the one passing on this sad news,
The following was sent to Jimmy Knight from Uldis Palde
When I saw your 7/14/06 email about Richard Carroll's death, my heart
sank. I visited Richard and his 2nd family a couple of weeks after our
45th class reunion in 2002. They treated me like royalty and Richard was
in great spirits. I was looking forward to seeing him again, perhaps at
next year's 50th reunion.
I called their home Sat. and talked with his 19-yr old daughter Elise.
Richard was devoted to his family, and his daughter loved him dearly. She
was delighted to hear about the class website and planned to visit it,
since Richard had contributed news at times.
She gave me the particulars about last rites. Richard will be buried today
after a service in Mesa Verde Methodist Church (in Orange County,
California) starting at 10:00 am PDT (1:00 pm EDT). There will be a Marine
honor guard with a rifle salute. Richard was very loyally attached to the
made arrangements for flowers to be delivered to the visitation or viewing
in a funeral home yesterday (Sun), with the following inscription on a
Uldis Palde, USMC and Richard's 1957 classmates of Russell High School, East
hope there won't be any objections to this - If you'd like, you can post
this email on the russell57.com site.
Sincerely - Uldis in Stone Mountain July 17, 2006
Jimmy Knight shares the following memories of Richard
Richard and I grew up together, living
less than a block apart. I remember his Mother and Dad. His Dad, Tom,
was an East Point Fireman for a number of years and his Mother ran a
beauty shop in their home. Richard and I were in Kindergarten together.
In the Kindergarten Play, "Rags, Tags and
the Velvet Prince", Richard was The Velvet Prince. A picture
kids in the play is posted under the Central Park Grammar School Pictures. One time his Dad brought home a lion and kept it in their garage. I
remember every kid (and parent) in the neighborhood going to their house
to see the lion. I think that lasted about a week. Later, they had a
horse. One time the horse tossed Richard off and stepped on his leg. My
guess is that he carried the scar in the shape of a horseshoe for a life
time. We were also in the Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts together and we both
enjoyed the outdoor camping activities. In the seventh grade a test was
conducted for the last half of the school year using round tables rather
than the traditional individual desks. Richard, Judy Javorsky, Judy
Fowler, Jean Marshall and I sat at the same table. There was another boy
at the table, but I can’t remember who it was. I remember the two of us
exploring the ruins of the Connally Plantation
houses when we were around 12 or
13. One time we also tried to dig up what we thought was an Indian
grave. We worked on it for about a week and never found any bones. Later
in our Junior and Senior years in high school we double dated sometimes.
Before we married, Jeanette and I bought some of our first items of
furniture from Richard when he worked at Haverty’s Furniture in Atlanta.
Sadly we lost contact for a number of years. More recently, during the
past 4-5 years we exchanged many emails. Richard was very proud of his
“second family” and enjoyed the successful achievements of his children.
We’ve lost a really nice person and a good friend.
In Richard's own words
Since Jimmy Knight brought up the
Lion story above, below are comments in Richard's own words he had
left on the "Discussion"
page. He was addressing Jimmy Goad. See the
for other interesting tid bits he shared:
"Jimmy (Jim Goad just doesn't sound right to me, so I will say
"Jimmy" if you dont mind), My dog, the Irish Setter's name was "Red" and
my great pal. We hunted squirrels together. with my 22. I would look for
them and she had a good time scareing them off because she loved to run
around under the trees in the leaves and that of course made a lot of
noise. Red probabily saved many squirrls that way. Red had 48 puppies in
her life, bless her heart. One litter was 18 puppies, believe it or not. I
can see all of them sorrounded by my dad's legs as he sat on the ground
with them. 2 died but 16 survived, The Journal of Constituion came out and
photographed them. On Easter Sunday 1951 or 2 My Dad brought home a lion.
I dont know if you and Johnny remember that or not. It's name was Zimba
and he got it from a bananna boat captain in New Orleans for $128.00 one
night while drunk. He brought it home and the Journal came out and photoed
that too and did an article saying that "Carroll kids get a lion for
Easter, instead of a rabbitt". He and I were on Jon Farmers TV show
"Inside, Outdoors". remember that show. Any was there are stories about
the lion. It was pretty big and not exactly the hit of the neighborhood. (
Did you read the Prince of Tides"? It was sorta like that). Another
favorite place was at Jimmy knight's house. [Here he makes some
comments about ] ......... Diane Leverett. Gosh she was a beauty. Have
you ever looked back at her picture. Just beautiful. I also used to hang
aroung the Fulton County Airport and fly airplanes with Lamar Seals. I do
wish I could have some of those days back. We also used to smoke rabbit
tobacco. Do you remember that? Do you remember Bill Nolan's house and his
A Model Ford and Royce Jones old car with the wide runningboards and the
Richard resided with his wife, Ellen, in sunny Southern
California. He had a web site at
Anyone else wanting to share remembrances of Richard can send their comments
to firstname.lastname@example.org and they
can be posted here.
|Marcia tells us:
high school I thought music was something one could do for fun or as a
hobby. It wasn't until 1968 that I discovered my talent as a piano teacher
and that there was an income to be made from having that much fun. From
that moment on my obsession was learning everything I could about playing
and teaching piano. In 1974 it was jazz that became the focus of the
quest. Determined to become a performing jazz pianist before age 40, I
began playing a serious game of "catch up." Being in the right place at the
right time and always open to try something new have proved keys to my
success in the jazz education world. The short bio below will give you an
idea of some of my activities. Living in Tyrone is great and I have no
desire to retire since all my employment opportunities feel like recreation
Marcia (Foster) Dunscomb
Marcia Dunscomb is a composer, author, educator and pianist. Ms. Dunscomb
currently serves as Contributing Author for the Thelonious Monk Institute
for Jazz, Consultant to the International Piano Teaching Foundation;
Educational Consultant in Jazz for the National Museum of American History
(writing for the Smithsonian Institution); and Jazz Editorial Assistant for
Jazz Expressions (Warner Bros. Publications). Works in print include Melody
Maker (Melody Maker Press); Evolution of Jazz (McGraw-Hill); and Anatomy of
Music (McGraw-Hill). In addition she is a contributing author and
Editorial Assistant for Jazz Pedagogy: the Jazz Educator's Handbook and
Resource Guide (J. Richard Dunscomb and Dr. Willie L. Hill, Jr. - Warner
Bros. Publications); Teaching Jazz - A Course of Study (MENC/IAJE); and
Jazz Studies Guide (MTNA/IAJE) and has been a contributing author numerous
Mrs. Dunscomb is currently the Early Childhood representative on the
International Association for Jazz Education (IAJE) Resource Team.
Frequently called as a clinician and adjudicator, she has been one of the
foremost pioneers in the field of teaching jazz and improvisation to young
children. She has presented for many organizations, including the IAJE; the
National Piano Foundation; and the Stan Kenton Summer Jazz Camps. Previous
positions include Director of Education for South Florida Friends of Jazz -
Ft. Lauderdale, Florida; Director of Education for Baldwin Piano & Organ
Company - Atlanta, Georgia; and music faculty
member for Florida International University - Miami, Florida.
Here are a
couple of shots of jazz improvisation seminars Marcia presented in Asahikawa
If you would like to
see one of Marcia's latest projects, here is the link
She had been asked to write the fifth grade materials for Jazz in America.
When at the linked location,
select the 5th grade. There are then 8 different lesson plans (LP1 LP2,
etc). Select the Student Handout for each grade. That's the part she
wrote. As you read the prose there are places to "click here to
hear the music." or click on an underlined word to see a photo.
Marcia currently resides in
Tyrone, Georgia and can be contacted at:
Alton and Sylvia (Farmer) Gloer
|Alton tells us of a
life filled with challenge and change.
don't know how much you know about us, but we lived a fruitful, if not rich
life together. Sylvia and I were best buddies in Russell and got married
when I came home on leave from the Air Force. I spent nearly 6 years in the
Air Force until a boss came along that I just could not get along with. I
wanted to be in electronics, but they found that I was color blind so as I
had joined with my best buddy (male) Junior Simmons (Henry C), they put him
in the electronics section and since I could type, they made me a clerk.
They sent me to Savannah and Sylvia and I stayed there our whole 1 and a
half tours of duty. When I got out, I still wanted to be in electronics so
after trying to make a living unsuccessfully in South Florida for a couple
of years, about 1964 we moved to a rural area south of Atlanta where I
started fixing TV's.
Then I supervised Adult Motor Carrier Paper Routes until the Atlanta Journal
decided that I was not fit to meet the public as I had a little short brush
mustache, which I grew when I was 27 because I still looked like a “babyface.”
They fired me and I found a job selling books to college and retail book
stores from Florida to Colorado (The Bible Belt, they called it) and I sold
so many books they had to revise their bonus format because I made about
$4000 the first year in a bonus for a territory they did not expect anything
from. After they reduced my bonus the next year I went to another company,
from MacMillan to Harper and Row and that lasted about three years until I
was working in Fort Worth one day and got a message that my boss was going
to work with me and wanted to meet me at the airport. I was dressed as
everybody in Texas was, in Jeans jacket and jeans and he stepped off the
plane and wanted to know if that was how I dressed for work. I said “Yes,
everybody does in Texas” and he said “You’re fired!”
After that, I decided if I could not make it as a full time disc jockey
playing oldies (as I had been doing part-time since high school) I would
just die. I advertised and got bookings for Disc Jockey Shows as "Daddy G"
which I did for over 25 years and enjoyed so much I would still be doing it
except for the fact that it got too hard to find people to help me carry my
equipment. At the time I quit, I was carrying 1000 Lp records, 1000 45
records, probably nearly that many Cassette Tapes and quite a few Compact
discs, which, with my big speakers, turntables, and other assorted equipment
weighed in at 1800 pounds but I could play nearly any song anyone wanted.
Someone stumped me once with a song request for a record that I actually
owned but had not considered carrying as it was a "gimmick" record that you
cut off of a package. It was "The Frito Twist." I promptly put it on tape
but it was too late for that challenge. I still make every effort to have
every record ever made up to but not including Rap, which I think should be
spelled with a "C" in front.
Sylvia has always been the perfect mother, taking care of me so I guess she
is my "nurse." Next year, we will have been married 50 years if we are
still alive. It does not seem that long, we have enjoyed each other and all
of our children. We only had one child by 1967 so we did something about it
and started taking in Foster Children to have someone for our little girl
(now 45) to play with. It worked out real well for us, for her, and the
kids as we both enjoyed kids and we kept that up until 1991 when the last
child we got just stole our hearts away.
He was a little 9-year old boy who had been abandoned at birth by his
natural mother because he was Mentally Handicapped. After being sent back
to the agency by 6 or 7 different foster families, the agency had no choice
but to put him in a Mental Institution because the families all said that
they could not make him behave without physical punishment (not allowed).
As we had had over 30 children and they considered us the most experienced
they asked us to go to Savannah, from Atlanta, where we lived, to interview
this child to see if we could handle him. He hid behind the attendant and
wanted to know if that guy in the cowboy hat was going to be his daddy (me)
and won my heart right away. Although he is no longer a foster child as he
is now 25, he is still with us and is still "our little boy."
walk with a cane due to "pre-syncopy" which means I am always in danger of
falling out or fainting and I, being retired, make my own canes. One day
about 6 months ago, our little boy, Dennis, was riding along with me in the
car and said "Dad, stop the car, I see a cane for you!" His mental age is
about 6 to 8; he cannot read or write but does go to work on a community
sponsored job four days a week where he washes buses and cars for the
county. I stopped the car and got out and looked at what he was seeing.
It was an ugly old root from where they were widening the road. I took it
home and threw it out in the yard where it stayed about two weeks with him
asking me every day when I was going to start on my cane. Finally, I
decided to show him how fruitless it was so I got out my table saw (our
house is real small so I have to take my tools out onto the porch to work
and we got the root and started cutting. It took be about four months of
cutting, whittling, sanding, mostly sanding, but it became a beautiful
crooked cane and I use it daily now and get compliments on it wherever I go,
mostly from little old ladies who want one like it. He could see what I
could not; he has been our biggest blessing.
would be amiss if I didn't mention that I must not have been the perfect
father because I completely spoiled my two boys, always getting them out of
small scrapes and scraps until now they are two big boys, age 36 and 37 and
are in the State Penitentiary for drug related charges. Our first child
Celeste, is doing really well in a field associated with children which she
has always loved, working for the Fayette County School System. She lives
in Senoia if you remember where that is, and she has given us a
granddaughter age 23 and a grandson age 17. She is divorced from her
husband of 23 years but owns her own home and still has both of her children
at home with her.
When I quit being a disc jockey in 1986, I bought a nightclub thinking
erroneously that my many fans from Atlanta would make the short trip to
Griffin, below Atlanta, to hear "Daddy G." What I found was that the only
crowd that came there was the locals who were "rednecks" and the only thing
they wanted were loud expensive "Redneck" bands so that they could sit in
the parking lot and get drunk from their own liquor and then come in the
club and get drunker and start trouble. They didn't want to hear my
"oldies" so to stay above water we had to give them what they wanted. To do
this we had to spend 18 or so hours a day preparing for the night's business
and then getting home around 3 am and falling asleep until almost time to do
it again the next day. It was torture and we made it three years but
finally went bankrupt.
then sold printing from my designs on the computer for a while until we got
an offer to go to Knoxville and manage a home for Mentally Handicapped
Adults. This again was a job that required more than 24 hours a day, more
like 36 hours a day but we made it two years and then moved back to Georgia
to La Fayette where Sylvia was from. Her mother gave us 3 1/2 acres
including a 3/4 acre duck pond and we have been here ever since 1997. For
the first couple of years I sold leather and knives at a flea market but
when Sylvia was declared disabled in 1999 due to diabetes and morbid
obesity, I knew my time was limited too so I retired from that and since
then have been living on Social Security and trying hard to keep at least
one computer going.
My wife, Sylvia, says the reason my computers break down so much is that I
give them too many things to do. I keep up with my records/music on them,
write letters, do bills and can't figure out how big business can rely on
computers to keep them going as mine let me down all the time. Right now, I
can't print because my computer tells me I have a paper jam but I can't find
any paper jammed anywhere. I didn't mean to bend your ear too much. I
really tried to keep it brief (LOL). I once read a bio on the back of a
record by Mike Nichols and Elaine May where it finished with the statement
"Miss May does not exist."
You may not think that Sylvia exists but believe me, she is behind me all
the way and you have to have it that way or it won't work. I still
introduce her to people as "My Seventeen Year Old Bride." She is 65, and I
will be 67 in a few days. She still carries my picture around as if I were
Elvis. She calls me her “Hero.” I like that. I will try to insert a
picture of us herein, but can’t promise it will work. Our physical address
is Alton and Sylvia Gloer, PO Box 491, La Fayette GA 30728 and our phone
number is 706-638-0816. Write or call anytime you feel
Oh yes, I do all of the computer communication
as Sylvia suffers from Diabetic Retinopathy and can’t see very well.
She does excel in talking on the telephone though.
November 2009, Alton provides an update:
In a note to
Jimmy Knight Alton says, "Sylvia and I celebrated our 52nd year of marriage
(and probably 53rd as being best friends) and even though we are in rough
shape, we're still hanging in there.
I presume you heard about Shirley
McGinnis (Williams) who passed away about the first of this month. She
was a member of Sylvia and my best friends so it was a blow to us to hear
of her unexpected death. I hope that you and Jeanette are doing well and
that "old age" has not been harsh on you.
I think the thing that bothers us the
most is the constant travel back and forth to the doctor's offices. Every
week we have what is our biggest expense (gas) going back and forth to the
different doctors. I am having some kind of internal bleeding they are
trying to track down now. I went through the awful ordeal of a double
colonoscopy (down throat and up other end) last Monday but they did not
find the source of the bleeding so they will examine me further next
Monday (23rd) to see if it is coming from my small intestine.
Sylvia is doing as well as can be
expected, fighting her diabetes and food addiction. She is mostly
confined to her wheelchair but we do go out from time to time with her
using a cane. I do most of the housework, with a little help from my
Congratulations on getting a new
computer. I hope it is a Dell. I have had several computers in my life,
but none has lasted and performed like the last Dell I bought about 3-5
years ago. It just sits here on my desk, quietly, and does most anything
I ask it to do, and with all the music I go through, that's asking a lot.
I still have lots of cowboy and Texas
songs if you ever want any more of any kind, let me know. I know you have
Limewire, but I have a lot more songs than those.
NEXT, in a note to John Mullinax Alston says,
"I don't mind if you add our 52nd Anniversary picture but we kind of like
the old one when we were young. As a matter of fact, I have misplaced my
copy of the old one taken at the prom (1956?) so when I want to show it to
someone I go to your web site and copy it from there. We're just old farts
now and really don't know if we will be alive at the next time a reunion is
held (well, does anybody?) I had hoped that we would be able to get
together on a smaller scale (not as expensive) in less than five years but I
guess that is not going to happen.
Whatever you want to do, whatever anyone else is doing
about the individual pictures is okay; we just prefer keeping the prom
picture as that is how we would like to think we still look. We made good
choices in each other and are still together and still best friends,
although three of our other close friends are now dead (Shirley McGinnis,
Henry (Jr) Simmons, and Curtis Stanfield) I think Curtis was a year or so
ahead of us but he was a Russell graduate that we hung out with who died
rescuing a person from a car on the railroad tracks near the school.
I don't know who else has died and I really don't know how
to find out on the website [
http://www.russell57.com/Memorial.htm ], but I am 70 and Sylvia is 69
and it seems the only time we go out is like today when we have to go to
get a shot or twice this week when I had to go to the hospital and
We still live up in the hills below Chattanooga TN with
our mentally handicapped son (a former foster child, now aged 28) and one
of our natural sons, Parris, age 39. Our eldest son, Adam has been
serving five years without parole but will be home in February 2010 for
possession of Pot. He will be 41 on his next birthday.
Our only daughter, Celeste, is happily living in Baton
Rouge LA with Jim, her Atomic Engineer husband. Our old car, a 1990
Lincoln Town Car is still hanging in there with us, so long it seems like
it is also a member of the family. It must have a Timex motor because it
just keeps on 'a-tickin'.
The picture I sent was taken at a retreat for cancer
victims that just happened to fall on our 52nd wedding anniversary. We
went last year also but found that we had a lot more energy to participate
in the hay rides, watermelon cuttings and activities last year than we did
this year. Sylvia spends most of her time in a motorized wheelchair,
listening to "books-on-tape" which is a wonderful service.
She is legally blind now (20-200 vision which means that
20 feet looks like 200) from Diabetic Retinopathy. We both walk with
Canes that I make out of natural woods found around our home. If you know
anyone who liked to read but can't anymore, please tell them to check out
the "Books-on-Tape" service from their local library. Sylvia gets books
on cassettes from all over the USA shipped to her free, no due date, and
she ships them back also free, when she is finished with them. She has
wireless headphones so the machine sits in the kitchen and she can hear it
on her headphones all over the house. The service plans to go to digital
downloads to flash drives in the near future. They already have the
service but are limited on the number of machines they have for playback
so are giving them out as they become available, but the cassettes work
I know I am a wordy person so feel free to edit anything
in this email. I am sorry that I neglected to inform you of my change to
gmail. I tried to contact you one time but my email was returned with a
note that you were only accepting email from certain parties that had some
code or the other.
I hope that you and your family are doing well, are
healthy, and not suffering from the ills of old age. I recently told a
young lady that I was 70, had cancer, high blood pressure, diabetes, heart
disease etc., and she politely said that she thought I was "gently going
through my fifties" - It may have been a lie, but I liked hearing it
Drop us a line anytime and feel free to pass out my
current email address to anyone you please (email@example.com).
Our home address is 117 Gloer Ln, La Fayette, GA 30728, and home phone is
|Robert (Bob) Croker
||Now this fellow has an interesting
story to tell
OK, I looked
at the website. Who’s the guy in the photograph? Was
anybody ever that young?
I misspent a lot of my time at
RHS drawing cartoons, and that’s sort of where life took me. A bit of
playing Marine after graduation, then art school, then college, then grad
school, then two years teaching at LaGrange College, from which I was
summarily fired (I was the campus radical; that means I didn’t wear a tie to
class, occasionally skipped Chapel, and was careless in the matter of
regular haircuts – it was
1967, after all). Lamar Dodd rescued me from oblivion and took me on at UGA,
where I misspent another 10 years. Then my burgeoning disillusion with the
academic factory-system and underlying disrespect for authority overtook me
again and I traded a no-longer-promising teaching career for one year of
saying exactly what I
thought. I left Georgia (some say under a cloud, some say in a blaze of
glory) for the world of bright lights, loud music, fast women and strong
drink in Noo Yawk Siddy. What
I found instead was the Guggenheim Museum and my wife-to-be Merrill Mason,
and settled into a life of soft lights, chamber music, a smart woman and
Chardonnay. After our regulation 15 minutes as (God save the mark) “a cool
New York couple” had elapsed, we moved to Philly, where we now reside.
Neither of us is retired (she’s a mere child of 58). We both work in the art
industry (she’s a museum development officer; I’m regional manager of a fine
arts packing and shipping company). She’s more an artist than I am
(textiles, cast-iron sculpture and photography), and though I still draw a
little every now and again (and occasionally crank up enough energy to go
out an’ boogie til I puke), I just don’t have that much fire-in-the-belly
Still an adventure, though…
in September , my scruffy
gang of Northeastern Liberal Vegetarian Pacifist Intellectuals (see
illustration – that’s me on the left, in case you’re wondering) flew with
all our tools and equipment to Ft. Carson CO, where we worked twelve
straight 10-hour days packing and moving the 3rd Armored Cavalry
Regiment Museum (lock, stock, and barrel… literally) to Ft. Hood TX
on picture to enlarge
(and I got to do my famous
imitation of George C. Scott doing his famous imitation of George S. Patton
– see illustration [“Fragile Flower” is my callsign]).
Is the guy in these photos the
same as the one in the RHS yearbook? Yeeah, I guess you’d have to say so.
Maybe not quite so shy and
on pictures to enlarge
story is told
Some of you might remember the Unfortunate Fishpond Incident
— I blew it up in yet another of my futile, self-destructive attacks on
authority and got expelled from Russell. I had to go downtown to the Board
of Education and see the Superintendent himself to beg my way back in. That
caused me to graduate in January of ‘58.
After that, I continued my anti-authority ways by getting thrown out of
the Navy — see a pattern there? After reading entirely too many Jack Keroauc
books, I decided the road was where it was happening and spent the next
couple of years hitch-hiking around the country. (It was the sixties, a time
in which I participated with vast enthusiasm) A very wise young woman who
let me recuperate from the rigors of the road at her parents’ farm told me
that right now all of this irresponsible running around I was doing was fun,
but if I did it one more year I’d be throwing my life away, so I decided to
go to college. (I can’t even remember this young woman’s name but I thanks
her every day of my life.) Given my grade point average, attitude and
complete lack of money, my higher education choices were limited, so I went
down to Florida, where a great community college system was developing and
found a junior college that would let me in. As soon as I attended a class
there, I knew I wanted to teach in one.
Still, my road lust hadn’t completely died down. I kept dropping out to
travel aimlessly. The turning point came when I returned from an 18 month
trip out west and walked into the bar where I’d hung out before I’d left.
All of my friends were still sitting on the same bar stools they’d been
sitting on when I left and, when I came in, Ken McNally turned to me and
said, "Cain! Where you been, man. Haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks."
That was a wake-up call. I saw my probable future if I didn’t make some
changes and it wasn’t pretty. (I also thank McNally every day.)
Finally motivated, I finished my junior and senior years in 14 months and
took off for New York City, where I worked as a social worker in East Harlem
while trying to learn to write good modern poetry. After a year or so of
that I entered a Master’s Program at Hunter College so I could fulfill my
ambition to teach in a community college.
I found a job in Catonsville, Maryland, and became as close to a
responsible citizen as I can come. I still distrust authority but I’m no
longer self-destructive about it — being married to the great love of your
life and raising four children tends to temper your self-destructive
Over the years, I’ve published a few books and right now I’m living,
writing and raising two teen-aged girls in Frederick, Maryland. My grown son
and daughter (and twin grandsons) live nearby. To paraphrase William Butler
Yeats, I have grown progressively happier with each year that I have lived
and have absolutely no desire to relive my youth.
Incidently, not to blow my own horn too much, but if you go to
www.rambles.net scrolled down to staff,
click on it and then scroll down and click on my name, or to go directly
http://www.rambles.net/ms_cain.html it'll give you a complete list
of the music and book reviews and articles I've done for them.
— Michael Cain
July 2011 Update
Graduate Ga Tech 1962 Industrial Management.
Naval Officer Candidate School graduate December 1962.
Lieutenant U S Navy 1962 thru 1965 active duty.
Administrative Aide Admiral Julian T Burke Comphibron 6 Little Creek.
- Area Sales Manager Allegheny Ludlum Steel Corporation 41 years
- Presently Manufacturer's Representative Ulbrich Stainless Steel.
- Lifetime member The Ansley Golf Club
- Georgia and The Atlanta Touchdown Club.
Married 33 years to Heath
Annette Guthrie, an Agnes
Sara Shelton Waller
Rippel MD Magna Cum Laude graduate
Vanderbilt University and Medical College of Georgia Pediatric
Gastroenterologist with G I Associates Jackson, Mississippi
Mary Barnes Waller Monte graduate College of Charleston at Charleston,
South Carolina married to Captain Alex Monte graduate The Citadel
training officer Marine Recruit Depot Paris Island South Carolina.
Present residence Roswell, Georgia.