1966-1970 Miscellaneous Events

Things unrelated to life at U-M. Continue reading

The Leishmans lived at 8801 Fairway, which was directly across the street from our house.

During each of the four years that I was an undergraduate at Michigan I came home for the Christmas holiday. A very unusual event occurred in one of those holidays. I think that it was the first one, 1966, but it might have been 1967. During the fall I had been alerted by my parents that my cousin and my classmate at Rockhurst High School, Terry Cernech, was getting married. The bride, Debbie Leishman, lived directly across the street from my family’s house in Leawood. They wanted me to be an usher at their wedding.

Terry, who lived nearly twenty miles away in Sugar Creek, had met Debbie during the production of a musical that featured performers and crew from Rockhurst High School, which both Terry and I attended, and Debbie’s high school, Notre Dame de Sion, a Catholic preparatory school for girls. Strange as it might seem, I had absolutely nothing to do with them getting together.

Terry and I were seniors when the play was staged. Debbie was a year or two younger. I am therefore pretty sure that she was still in high school at the time of the wedding. Terry was in college. His Facebook page says that he “studied at University of Notre Dame.”

The ceremony might have been held here at St. Ann’s church in Independence.

If there was a bachelor’s party, I was not invited, or maybe my parents neglected to tell me about it. I am pretty sure that the wedding ceremony was at a Catholic Church. Since the Leishmans were not Catholics, I am quite sure that the ceremony was not at our parish, Curé of Ars. So, I figure that it must have been held at the Cerneches’ church, St. Ann’s in Independence, MO, Harry Truman’s home town. I am almost certain that Terry went to grade school at St. Ann’s school.

So, why did the happy couple choose December for this occasion? Well, it probably wasn’t for tax reasons—both the bride and groom were full-time students. Everyone knew the answer, of course. In the language of the day, they had to get married.

Terry’s brother John was the best man. Before the ceremony he talked for a while with my parents. He said that he had been up all night talking with Terry. According to John, his brother had ingested a large amount of “Dutch courage” to prepare himself for the big event. John was dubious about the whole situation.

My job as usher was trivial. People sat where they wanted. I don’t recall that I had to wear a tuxedo or any other kind of costume. My real responsibilities began at the reception where I discovered that no one in the Leishman household was talking to anyone on the Cernech side. My dad did not get along particularly well with either Terry’s father, my Uncle Dean, or Mr. Leishman. So, I was drafted to pass messages between the two patriarchs. I do not precisely recall any particular message, but the flavor of most of them was something like the following:

  • “Tell that son of a bitch that if he thinks that he is going to …”
  • “He said what? Tell that worthless sack of shit that that will never happen until hell freezes over.”
  • “That’s NOT what we agreed on! You tell that two-faced bastard …”
  • “That’s it. I’ve had enough of that asshole. Just tell him to shove it.”

Needless to say, I sanitized the messages a bit before I delivered them. For a while I found this farce slightly amusing, but eventually it wore me down.

The marriage did not last very long. I don’t know what became of any of the Leishmans. Terry remarried; in 2021 he lives in Springfield, MO.

I did not die from it.

During the exam period right before Christmas, in December of 1967 (I think) I came down with influenza. When I have recounted this story, I called what I had the Russian flu. However, apparently the disease, which started in November in Michigan and Florida, was actually popularly known as the Hong Kong Flu. I somehow got through my exams, but I was completely wiped out. I slept through the entire plane ride to KC, and then I spent another day or so in bed at my parents’ house. This was my last real illness until my tuxedo-wearing cat Jake gave me cat-scratch disease in the mid-eighties.

A different member of my high school class, John Williams, also got married and had a son while he was going to college. He invited me to attend a play that his younger brother was in. This must have happened either over the Christmas break in my senior year or during one of the summers. John was driving, and for some reason his wife was not there.

At some point John was talking about the toddler. When I asked him a question, I mistakenly called the kid “your brother”. At least three of my acquaintances fathered children while I was in college, but I never actually saw any of them. I was so immature and aloof that I could not internalize the fact that people my age were reproducing.

One baby that I did see was Dr. Colburn’s youngest daughter. When the child, whose name escapes me, was baptized, I stood in for the real godfather, who could not make the trip to Ann Arbor. The event occurred in September of either 1968 or 1969. This was the last baptism that I ever attended.

In 2020 I discovered evidence of two events that I am quite certain that I never attended. I found these two football tickets among my dad’s possessions after he died in 2011.

They did not even call it the Super Bowl.

I have no recollection at all that he had attended one of the most famous football games of all time, the 1969 Super Bowl. This was the game between the New York Jets, quarterbacked by Joe Namath, and the Baltimore Colts, led by Johnny Unitas. The Colts, who had defeated the Cleveland Browns 34-0 in the NFL1 championship game, were heavily favored, but the brash Namath guaranteed that the Jets would win, and they did.

In fact, it was not a close game. The defense of the Jets completely stymied Unitas and the Colts, who were held to a field goal in the fourth quarter. The final score was 16-3.

The game was played in the Orange Bowl in Miami, FL, on Sunday, January 12, 1969. I would have been back in Ann Arbor by then. I have no recollection that my dad went to this game. Of course, it had no effect on me; I was probably either at a debate tournament, returning from one, or busily preparing for one.

I wonder if my mom also attended this game. My dad often traveled on business, and some of those events included entertainment for the local salesmen. If this was part of the company’s annual convention, then my mom also probably came. In that case, they would have probably needed to get someone to stay at the house with Jamie, who had been a teenager for eight days when the game was played. Surely this would have been a topic of discussion over the holidays, but I have no memory of it whatsoever.

I definitely do remember the other game.

Michigan played against Southern Cal in the Rose Bowl in my senior year. I watched this frustrating nail-biter at home in Leawood. I am pretty sure that both of my parents attended, but I don’t remember if they left Jamie with me (I was twenty-one, and she was almost fourteen), or if someone stayed with us.

Southern Cal was undefeated. Michigan was coming off of its best game ever, the upset of undefeated Ohio State in Ann Arbor. I had missed that game because of a debate tournament in Chicago.

Both teams in the Rose Bowl had very stout defenses and unimaginative offenses. The game was tied 3-3 at the half. The only touchdown was a thirty-three yard pass from Jimmy Jones to Bob Chandler. Southern Cal won 10-3..

The backs of both of these tickets have diagrams of the seating in the stadiums. In both cases the tickets are on about the twenty-five-yard line, a little less than halfway up. Those are very good seats! Note that the price of the Rose Bowl ticket was only $8.

My two fondest memories of Jamie occurred, I think, during one of the breaks from college. The first one was in 1966, the year that Barry Sadler’s song, “Ballad of the Green Berets”2 topped the charts. We invented a dance to accompany this song. It involved standing at attention next to one another. Then one of us would stand on tip-toes for a beat while the other squatted. Then we returned to attention. On the following beats we reversed roles, and so on until we could not keep straight faces any longer.

At some point when I was not paying attention Jamie learned to play the guitar. She had a Bob Dylan songbook that contained the words and music for a dozen or two of his early songs. A few times we made music together; she would play the chords and I would sing. I can carry a tune, the songs were in a key that stayed in my range, and I could do a passable imitation of Dylan’s voice. We should have recorded one of these songs—I had a tape recorder. It would be fun to hear what we sounded like.


1. The NFL and the AFL had not yet merged. The first four Super Bowl featured the champions of each league.

2. This horribly unimaginative song tied “California Dreamin'” as Billboard’s top song of 1966. Surely this was the worst song ever to become so popular. Sadler was a medic in Vietnam. His one hit made him a lot of money, but his life subsequently went quickly downhill. In 1979 he was charged with second-degree murder and pleaded guilty to voluntary manslaughter in Nashville. He went to prison for thirty days. In September of 1988 he was shot in the head in a taxicab in Guatemala City. He died early the following year.

1965-1966 Rockhurst High Part 2: Senior Classes, etc.

Getting ready for college. Continue reading

I took my first and only science class, physics, in my senior year at Rockhurst High. The teacher was Fr. Borer, SJ. No one was ever more aptly named than he.1 This was the only class that I took at Rockhurst that really aggravated me.

The textbook was great, but the classes were nearly insufferable, at least for me. Maybe Fr. Borer sensed my attitude. He really seemed to have it in for me.

John Immele had a round one.

John Immele had a round one.

After only a few days of class he administered a test on the use of the slide rule. Almost everyone else in the class had taken chemistry the year before and was familiar with it. I did not do well on the test, but I got very high scores on the other tests. Nevertheless, I received my lowest grade of any subject any year in the first quarter.

Later we were assigned the task of writing an essay about a famous physicist. I picked Johannes Kepler, and I did quite a bit of research. My essay emphasized the motivation for Kepler’s work, which was primarily to emphasize (often incorrectly) the balance and orderliness of the universe. I got a bad grade. Fr. Borer criticized my “purple prose.” What really upset me was the fact that I was certain that some students got A’s for copying encyclopedia entries verbatim.

I mastered the subject matter without any problem, but my final grades did not represent my standing among the other students in this regard. They were dragged down by the slide rule test in the first semester, and the essay in the second. It was probably a case of “sour grapes”, but I avoided the sciences for the rest of my (very long) academic career. It also made me wary of writing papers. In my undergraduate years I avoided them like the plague.

Fr. Purch would approve of Susan Graham's Dido in Les Troyens.

Fr. Purch would approve of Susan Graham’s Dido in Les Troyens.

The senior Latin class was taught by Fr. Puricelli. The subject this time was Virgil’s Aeneid. The only specific thing that I remember about this class was Fr. Purch’s insistence that Dido had blonde hair. Carthage at that time was founded by refugees from Tyre, a Lebanese city. Lebanon is not exactly famous for producing Aryan types, but what do I know?

Fr. Purch also insisted that of all musical instruments the violin sounded the most like the human voice. As usual he supplied no evidence or reasoning.

I took two Advanced Placement classes, English and calculus. These represented a new set of offerings for Rockhurst. Our class was one of the first, if not the very first, to participate in the AP program.

The English class was much better than the first three that I took. Mr. Cummings, SJ,2 was a good teacher, and we read a lot of really good books. The two that I remember the most clearly are The Brothers Karamazov (in English) and Absalom, Absalom.

I argued with Mr. Cummings about his interpretation of Ivan’s role in Dostoevsky’s novel. His position depended upon one word in a very lengthy novel, but I could not refute it. I always wondered what the actual Russian word was. I could have looked it up when I took Russian the next year at Michigan, but I never did. Now I don’t even remember the issue.

AAMy other vivid memory was when a photographer came to our class to take a posed photo of our class for the yearbook. I held my book as if I were reading it,but I deliberately had it upside down. Nobody on the yearbook staff noticed, and the photo was published.

Yes, it might have been a sin, but certainly only a venial sin, and I have amassed plenty of indulgences over the years. If you need a primer on indulgences, you can find one here.

I remember one specific writing tip that Mr. Cummings offered. If you have an adverbial clause and a main clause, he recommended putting the adverbial clause first. I followed his advice in the last sentence.

In the calculus class I at first had a very difficult time with the chain rule. I did poorly on the test that we had on this concept. Disconsolate, I went to Mr. Murdock3 for advice on what to do about it. I had never dropped in on a teacher, but I was in a real bind because I had already taken the alternative math class, probability. I did not know what to do.

Murdock2

Mr. Murdock did not help much, but the very next day John Immele was asked to show on the blackboard his solution to a chain rule problem. He used Leibniz notation (dy/dx) to express the derivative of y with respect to x as opposed to xDy, which Mr. Murdock used. The chain rule, expressed in Leibniz notation is dy/dx=dy/du x du/dx, which looks just like the rule for multiplying fractions. A light bulb lit in my head, and all of a sudden I could easily do chain rule problems.

Mr. Murdock ran a Kwiki car wash during the summer. He famously wore a banlon shirt every day, and seldom or never wore a jacket or coat.

Late in the year we took the Advanced Placement tests. I passed both of them. My recollection is that most but not all of my classmates also passed.

SATWe took lots of tests. I was disappointed with my scores on the National Merit Scholarship Test and the ACT tests. However, I did quite well on the SATs: 714 on the English part and 752 on the math. A few guys did better on one or the other, but I don’t think anyone outscored me on both. I also did quite well on the proficiency tests: 790 in Latin, 800 in math level 1, and 756 in the writing sample.

I applied to four schools: St. Louis University, Marquette, Iowa, and Michigan. Marquette and SLU are Jesuit universities; the other two are, of course, public. It is hard to believe, but I some how received an acceptance letter from SLU only two days later. The other three acceptance letters came within a few weeks.

I was accepted into the honors programs at all the schools except U-M.

My parents probably would have preferred that I attend a Catholic school, but I thought that twelve years of religious education was enough. Iowa and Michigan had the two most prestigious actuarial programs in the country, and I had convinced myself that I wanted to be an actuary.

Actually, I wanted to study classical languages, but a conversation with Mr. Rothermich changed my mind. He told me that if I majored in the classics, I could teach Latin somewhere, but the degree was useless for any other job.

My dad had said that he would foot the bill for college. I might have been able to get a scholarship somewhere, but he would not provide a statement of income, and all the applications required it. So, I felt obligated to get a degree that would likely be useful in starting a career.

For graduation We had to rent formal wear with white coats, but the ceremony was not a big deal for me. My mother probably took some photos, but I cannot remember ever seeing them. I think that I finished fourth in the class on cumulative GPA.

One medal was awarded to each student in each subject every year. I never won one. I was somewhat disappointed that I did not win the Greek medal for senior year. I was the only guy who got a perfect score on the final exam, but Fr. Burton awarded the medal to John Rubin.

My Uncle Dean expressed the opinion that Rockhurst emphasized academics too much at the ceremony. He thought that more emphasis should have been put on athletics. His son Terry had lettered in basketball.


1. Fr. Gerald Borer died in 2007. His obituary is here. He evidently did no teaching for at least the last thirty-four years of his life.

Cummings2. Fr. Thomas Cummings, SJ, celebrated his fiftieth anniversary in the priesthood in 2019. After serving as chair of the English department for six years, he spent many years in the administration of various Jesuit educational institutions. He was president of Saint Louis University High School from 1977-1985 and president of Rockhurst High School from 1992-1993.

3. Marc Murdock died in 2012. His obituary is here.

1962-1965 Rockhurst High Part 2: My Classmates

Guys in my homeroom. Continue reading

Here are the guys in our homeroom class whom I can remember.

I think that these guys were all in the class for at least some of the years, but I did not know them very well: Jim Cecil, Carl Cordes, Mike Griffin, Jim Hafner, Robert Hudspeth, Mike Loftus, Jim Murtha, Mike O’Connor, John O’Malley, and Mike Ulses. There was another guy named, I think, Mark McSomething.

I was pretty good friends with Chuck Blumentritt. Chuck, Joe Montanari, and I played golf at Blue Hills on caddy day once. The caddymaster got angry at us for some reason; maybe no guests were allowed. I also recall that Chuck later wrote a satirical play called Knifesmoke. The leading character was a saloonkeeper named Philip McGlass. I think that Chuck also played on the soccer team that was initiated in our junior or senior year. It was a club sport; in the sixties Americans did not take soccer seriously, at least not in KC. I think that Rockhurst only had four official sports in those years: football, baseball, track, and basketball.

I knew Michael Bortnick from when my family first moved to Prairie Village. His house was on Nall Ave. immediately behind ours. His family moved away a few years later. He was not at Rockhurst in our freshman class. I think that he enrolled when I was a junior. I had only a few classes with him, and he always sat on the other side of the room.

Jock

I am uncertain whether Jock Bracken was ever in our homeroom. He ran for President of the Student Council. His slogan was “Jock supports athletics.” I don’t remember whether he won or not.

Terry Cernech, my cousin, played on the varsity basketball team. I think that he also was associated somehow with a musical that was put on by Rockhurst High and Notre Dame de Sion, a girls school. I think that at one of those rehearsals he met his first wife, Debbie Lieschman, who, believe it or not, lived directly across the street from us in Leawood. Terry lived twenty miles away.

Jethro

Dave Chappell was a good friend. I went over to his house a few times to play chess. He had a fancy chess set. It was difficult for me to identify the pieces. The queen looked a lot like a bishop. He used to say “Jethro Bodine is my ideal.” For some reason he decided to go into the Navy rather than go to college after graduation. He had a pronounced southern accent.

Dobel

Pat Dobel was two-time state debate champion. He was also very good at extemporaneous speaking. He and his debate partner John Immele finished first and second in the overall GPA race. I don’t recall who won. He is on the faculty of the Evans School of Public Affairs at the University of Washington.

Fischer

Bill Fischer was on the speech team, and he also acted in the school’s plays. He was easily the best actor in the Class of 1966. I remember him being very upset when Bob Dylan brought an electric guitar to Newport. He is on Facebook.

Gary Garrison
Gary Garrison

Gary Garrison was my friend from grade school and the Boy Scouts. At the 8th grade graduation he was one of the shortest guys, but he grew nearly a foot over the next summer. He has published two books and now lives in Edmonton, Alberta.

Michael Huslig, a very quiet guy, was one of the top students, especially in math and science. I think that he is now at Kansas University.

Immele

John Immele was also on the debate team that twice won the state championship. He was either first or second in GPA. As of 2005 he was associate director for nuclear weapons technology at the Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico.

Bryce Jones was one of the guys that I hung around with, but I don’t remember any good stories. He died in 2019. His obituary is here.

Mike Kreyche took both Latin and Greek at Rockhurst and then studied the same subjects at the University of Arizona. He was the Systems Librarian at Kent State, where he published many articles.

Locke

Bill Locke was a friend from grade school. He played on the varsity football team at Rockhurst and was also on the two-time state championship debate team. He went to Notre Dame on a speech scholarship, but I never saw him on the collegiate circuit. For a while he was a barrister in London. His Facebook profile says that he is now a criminal lawyer in California.

Bill’s family lived fairly close to our house. One evening he and I decided to roll hedgeapples under cars driving on 89th St. When a car’s tire hit one it sounded like a blowout. One driver stopped to talk to us, I wanted to run, but Bill held fast. We said “yes, sir” and “no, sir” for a few minutes, and then he drove off.

Hedgeapple

What’s a hedgeapple? It is the fruit of the Osage Orange tree, which is very common in KC.

I remember that Bob Malone was pound-for-pound the best wrestler in our phys ed class.

Jim Mansour was easily the hairiest guy in the class. He played on the junior varsity basketball team. I think that he is a doctor.

Joe Montanari was a pretty close friend. He was our homeroom rep on the student council in freshman year. For some reason many of the guys wanted to impeach him. Then we voted him back in. In 2021 he was president of Montanari Fine Art Jewelers in KC.

Kent Northcraft was the tallest guy in the class. He worked very hard on his basketball skills, and by our senior year he was one of the best players in the KC area.

Vic Panus, who usually sat directly to my left, was a real character. I remember that he once did a very tight forward roll in Mr. Stehno’s Latin class. When a guy from Junior Achievement tried to recruit us, Vic asked him this question. “How can I too become a J. A.?” He wanted to go to Spain because the señoritas were all beautiful, and the guys were, well, not serious competition. He debated with Vic LaPorta for a little while. In one practice debate he talked for a few minutes and then said, “Please ignore everything that I just said.” There are a lot more Vic Panus stories. I think that he is a lawyer now.

I think that Gene Ramirez joined our class as a sophomore. I remember that he finished geometry in two quarters, as I did. So, we were together with a few other sophomores and a bunch of seniors in the second-semester probability class. The seniors called him Rammo, and made fun of him. It was one of the very few disgraceful incidents that I experienced at the rock.

Rubin

John Rubin was a friend from grade school. He competed in public speaking events, but I am not sure that he ever debated. He later worked on the Prep News. He was in all of my classes.

He was first elected to the state legislature of Kansas in 2010. His Wikipedia page is here.

Jay Ryan was a very good ping-pong player. He was also deadly accurate shooting a basketball.

Big Ed Schafer played varsity football. He also was a camp counselor at Camp Nash, the local Boy Scout camp on the Kansas side.

Pat Tierney was inducted into the Rockhurst Sports Hall of Fame in 2009.
Pat Tierney was inducted into the Rockhurst Sports Hall of Fame in 2009.

Pat Tierney was probably the best athlete in the Class of 1966. He was a very good point guard on the #1 rated basketball team in KC. His goal was to play center field for the Yankees.

Van_Dyke

Mike Van Dyke also played varsity basketball. As of 2017 he was an attorney at Polsinelli PC in KC. He also has been active in the alumni association.

Dan Waters sat in front of me. He was in the chess club, and he usually beat me. I remember once that we played Stratego at his house. He put his flag in the front row where it could easily be captured. It never occurred to me that he would do something so outrageous. I did not think that of Dam as much of an athlete, but he beat me in the only 100 yard race that we had. I should have known better; his brother was a sprinter on the Rockhurst track team.

We were very good friends throughout the four years. We exchanged a few letters in college but then lost touch.

Williams

John Williams, whom everyone called Willy, sat behind me. He was also a very good friend and my debate partner during football season of my junior and senior years. The rest of the time he debated with Bill Locke and won two state championships. One night he called me, and we spent about two hours trying to determine if John Williams was the most common name in the KC phone book. It was second to John Brown.

He got married and had a kid while I was at Michigan. I saw him once in KC and once at a debate tournament at UICC in Chicago. He also had a band and was in theater productions. He became a lawyer and a judge. His obituary is here. It says that John Immele was his partner. They may have teamed up occasionally, but his primary partner was Bill Locke.

1948-1954 Kansas City, KS Part 2: My Mother’s Family

Maternal relatives. Continue reading

My mother’s parents were John and Clara Cernech. I know very little about John’s antecedents. I was told that his father was a Croat. His mother’s name was Rose Duffy. Clara’s maiden name was Keuchel (rhymes with “cycle”), which is pretty clearly German. Her mother’s maiden name was Bartolak, which is, I think, Polish. Somebody on her side was certainly Polish. She considered herself Polish. Of course, being German was not popular in the forties.

I am pretty sure that all four of my maternal great-grandparents were already dead when I was born. In any case, I never met any of them.

John_Clara

My mom was born on October 2, 1925. She died in March of 1998. My grandparents were born near the end of the nineteenth century, and they died in the eighties. I found their grave marker online. She died in 1980; he died in 1985.

Dean_Mildred

My mom had only one sibling, an older brother whose name was Clarence. Everyone called him Dean. I don’t know the derivation of his nickname. I called him Uncle Dean. He became an Osteopath. Many of his friends called him “Doc”. He died in 1999.

Uncle Dean’s wife was named Dorothy. They had three sons, John1 (who was sometimes called Johnny Carl to distinguish him from his grandfather), Terry2, and Rick3. Terry was my age. In fact, although we lived twenty miles apart, we were in the same class of about thirty-five boys at Rockhurst High School. John, who also attended Rockhurst, was two or three years older than Terry and me; Rick, whom we called Ricky at the time, was two or three years younger.

Sugar Creek

We visited Uncle Dean’s family pretty often, but not when we were still living in KC KS. Since we did not have a car, and they lived in Sugar Creek, on the far eastern edge of the KC metropolitan area, it would have been difficult. It might have been possible to take a bus with several transfers, but I have no memory of doing so. Besides, I was often in the hospital or recovering from the last operation.

I had the gun, holster, and hat, but not the rest of the get-up.
I had the gun, holster, and hat, but not the rest of the get-up.

When we did visit them, I was very impressed. I really liked hanging out with Terry. He was only five months older than I was, but he was much more mature, and he had an older brother to show him the ropes. I remember that I always wore my toy pistols and holster when we went there in the mid-fifties. There was a play room downstairs. The cushions from the couch would go on the floor, and we had competitions over who could execute the most spectacular death by hostile gunfire. We also had extensive quick-draw practice. Terry had developed a move in which he rolled on the ground while drawing his pistol. In those days television was dominated by Westerns. Nearly all young boys had guns. I wore mine everywhere.

Also, the Cerneches always seemed to have those highly desirable toys that were on the back covers of catalogs. I remember that they had a fort with both soldiers and Indians—all plastic. I coveted it greatly.

Fort

They also had the first color television that I ever saw. I remember being awestruck while viewing “Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color.” And get this, they actually flew (flew!) out to California as a family and spent a day at Disneyland. They got to see the hippopotamus sneak up on their boat in person! I was so envious.

Once Uncle Dean took us rabbit hunting. Their dog Buster, a German Shepherd, ran around a field scaring up the bunnies. Uncle Dean (and maybe John, but certainly not the rest of us) shot at them with a pistol. At least one was killed. I remember that he showed us how to clean it.

I remember two other occasions rather vividly. In the first one Aunt Dorothy drove me, Terry, and Rick to a theater to see a Roy Rogers movie. Afterwards, while we were waiting for her to pick us up, a fight broke out among some older kids in the parking lot. I was excited, but more than a little scared. By then I was no longer the biggest kid; in fact, I was a string bean. Terry knew some of the people involved. Fortunately, nothing came of it.

Roy

The other incident must have occurred in 1961. Terry had a 45 of Roy Orbison singing “Running Scared”. I absolutely loved it. It got me interested in pop music. A few years later I became rather obsessive about rock and roll. I knew who recorded every song. This is barely an exaggeration.

I am not sure that my cousins ever came to our house in Prairie Village. We did not have a lot of room. It would have been cramped.

Even though they owned the house, I don’t think that my grandparents lived with us in KC KS. If they did, they moved before I knew what was going on. They lived in Grand Island, NE, and then in Leavenworth, KS. My granddad worked for the Boss Glove Company. I don’t know what his job was.

I have a vague memory that we visited them once in Grand Island, but I have no recollection of how we could have traveled there. Maybe we took the train. I remember that their next-door neighbors were Japanese, which seemed very exotic to me. My grandmother liked them, but I did not know what to think. Japanese people were NEVER on television except as the hated enemy in war movies.

Leavenworth

We definitely visited my grandparents in Leavenworth. The big tourist attractions there were the high-security federal penitentiary and the high-security military prison. Residents of Leavenworth always kept their radios on listening for news of prison breaks from either federal prison or from the high-security state prison in nearby Lansing, the last town through which we passed en route to their house on Kickapoo St. The escapees from Lansing were considered more dangerous. Most violent criminals were locked up in state prisons.

Povitica: the c is pronounced ts.
Povitica: the c is pronounced ts.

The Wavadas drove up to Leavenworth on many Easters and Thanksgivings. Uncle Dean brought his brood, too. There were two specialties of the house, czarnina (duck’s blood soup) and povitica (rolled nut bread). Uncle Dean was crazy about the former, which I refused to sample after they told me what it was. Everyone loved the latter. No matter how much my grandmother made, we ate it up.

At least once I and a subset of the cousins (Terry and Ricky?) were allowed to stay overnight at my grandparents. This was the highlight of my youth. In the afternoon my grandmother took us bowling. After supper we had delicious root beer floats. There were no extra beds, and so my grandmother lay some cushions on the floor for us to sleep on. Best of all, we got to stay up and watch television as late as we wanted to. We watched an Abbott and Costello movie on the late show (10:30 central time). I assume that we fell asleep in the middle, and the test pattern was on all night.

Argosy

On one of our last trips to Leavenworth I was exploring either the basement or the garage by myself. I came across a men’s magazine called Argosy. I read one or two scandalous stories. I still remember one line: “She wore a fishnet bra; but it did not contain fish.” I certainly never told anyone about this, which was probably the naughtiest thing that I ever did as a kid.

I have vague recollections of going to a lot of weddings and funerals involving my mother’s relatives. These were memorable occasions for me because my cousins were always there. I only remember two details: running around at full speed in dress clothes and occasionally being called on to translate for Terry and Ricky, who were less easy for grownups to understand. It’s possible that they just wanted to hear how well the young harelip could talk.

Most of the relatives at these gatherings were vague to me. Two were very clear: Uncle Joe and Aunt Josephine. Joe was a mild mannered and friendly guy. Josephine was, to be kind, portly. But then … a polka would be heard, and the two of them would fly around the room. Everyone always cleared the floor for them and loudly applauded when the song was over.

Unity

Everyone in my immediate family really liked my Aunt Dorothy, but she and Uncle Dean eventually got divorced. To my knowledge this was an unprecedented event for that side of the family, which was 100 percent Catholic. Uncle Dean married his medical technician, Mildred, shortly thereafter at Unity Village, a huge Unitarian complex in KC. I don’t remember if my grandparents attended or not. The four Wavadas did.

Dean and Mildred had a son Paul, whom everyone called Paul Stacy4. I don’t think that I ever met him. I might have said hello at my high school graduation or somewhere or Terry’s first wedding.

I remember that on at least one occasion we visited a Bartolak family. I think that her name was Joy, but I don’t remember her husband.

We also visited a relative who was in some way disabled. She spent most of her time doing jigsaw puzzles. I thought that she had a great life. I don’t remember the names of anyone in that household.


Terry has put on a few pounds, and the beard is new, but I would still recognize him.

1. John worked as an educational administrator. He worked at Creighton University in Omaha for many years. He died in 2023. His obituary can be found here. John came to see me when I was coaching debate at U-M. I never understood what that was about.

2. Terry is living in the Springfield, MO, area. His LinkedIn page can be found here.

3. In 2022 Rick contacted me by email. He apparently arranged cruises for people. After my solo voyage from Budapest to Amsterdam, I wrote to him and sent a link to my journal. He never responded.

4. I found a LinkedIn page for Paul Cernech. It is probably the person who was always called “Paul Stacy”. It is not a common name, and the dates seem about right.