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"As of 7/19/2011"
John Thomas Bartley
John Thomas Casey...1991
Florene Gangoware Cooperider...2009
Gerald "Buddy" Crosmer 12/6/06
Frances Dawson... 1991
Donna Jo Elliott Day....2009
Janet Arlyne Gallagher Doyle... 1994
Carol Runge Enmark...2010
Robert Genc, 2009
Clara Melton Fele...1999
Dennis Garside 10/1/2005
Phyllis Elaine Gensel 1986
Lee Giberson... 1999
Roger Dale Glidden…2006
Charles Grant 2004
Beverly Grechanuch circa 1975
Harlan Hanson 12/13/2005
James Hector... 2004
Lloyd Johnson, DDS...2011
Gary J. Jones
Janet Pierce Knowland...2011
Roy Andrew Koski... 1976
Kathleen Marie La Forge
Jerry Michael Lane... 1968
Darlene Larr Brown Gordon Bryant...1996
Harold Ronald Legg... 1997
Shirley Lemmon Briggs…1998
Thomas Sinclair Livingstone... 1996
Robert Long, MAD Mathematics Teacher… 2003
James Hugh Lynch... 1994
Bernard James McBride…2002
Lois Miller Mann…2006….question as to whether this is Lois Miller
Annette Milton Roon…2003
MIMI MARTIN MENCY...2011
Dixie Robothom Northrup
Elite Eggleston Nybee
Irene Elizabeth Bunn O'Farrall...1995
Harry Keith Robey
Marybelle Wheeler Ross... 1989
Carol Runge Enmark...2010
Beverly Nissen Smith
Charles Smith 2005
Griffith Sorensen 2005
Celeste Cordon Soule…2009
Gary Dean Sparks
Thelma Stallman Negus 2008
William Steinbrenner 5/12/2005
Ruth Abrahamson Stiver
Marilyn Mae Thomas…1955?…the first to go
Helen Havens Vail... 1998
Albert Velasquez… 1994
Willa Waggoner Olsen…5/1/06
Jerry Welton 1998
June Kaskel Wheeler…2001
Virginia Lee Younkin 2/6/63
Gary Duffy Walker...2009
'54 "The Luckiest Generation"
10-14-11 News of a '61 grad making good with a Nobel Prize.
MAD’54 for August 18, 2011…
Mariellen & I recently had the pleasure of attending a Screen Actors presentation by the cast and producers of Falling Skies.
This future drama about aliens attacking the U.S. is about Americans banding together to throw the “rascals” out. It is about people and not the sci-fi wannabes attacking our country. Falling Skies, starring Noah Wile, one of the docs on the old ER,has been renewed for a second season on TNT. Reruns of season one will show on TNT.
Also worth viewing are two fine films starring Academy Award Winner, Hillary Swank.
P.S., I Love You from first novel by young Irish writer, Cecelia Ahern. Swank plays the grieving widow, Holly Kennedy, who lost her husband, Gerry (Gerard Butler) at 30 to a brain tumor. Knowing he was going to die, Gerry leaves a series of letters to guide her through her grief and into the light.
Freedom Writers, is based
on real-life California educator Erin Gruwell’s unorthodox teaching
methods. Her at-risk students keep journals about their troubled
lives and apply history’s lessons to break the cycle of violence and
despair that threatens their lives. Starts a bit slowly but grabs
you. Her immediate “boss” is like every public educator you’d never
want to meet let alone affect your children.
Welcome to the page that celebrates the lives of the unbeatable, best ever class to graduate from Monrovia-Arcadia-Duarte High, the Class of 1954.
Buz Buster and the MAD’54 Scholarship Awards.
2010 Winner, Diana Ortiz, is all smiles on Myrtle Ave. before starting her freshman year at Pomona College.
This year your committee awarded Diana an additional $500.00 towards her mission internship with the Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship at Pomona College.
June 6th saw Buz Buster(L) and Larry Cullinane(R) award $2000.00 MAD’54 Scholarships to Taylor Ortega and Tanya Jilkevorkian at Clifton Auditorium, MHS still under construction.
These two graduating seniors will enroll in college this fall. The scholarships were awarded by your committee on the basis of academic success, school activities, community participation and future career potential.
This is the 25th year we have given this scholarship and therefore we are very proud. Over the years all the recipients of this award, in every case, have been deserving of this scholarship and have gone on to the achievement of a higher education.
This year's recipients Tanya Jilkevorkian and Taylor Ortega will complete the appropriate courses in the Colleges they have chosen and then go on to pursue there objectives of becoming a registered nurse and a T.V. producer respectively.
We need your help to continue this noble cause in helping our young people achieve a higher education. I urge you to consider making a tax-deductible donation of $25, $50, $100, $500, $1000 or more if at all possible. For naming the scholarship in your will email Bruce Staller at firstname.lastname@example.org Please make your check payable to MAD’54/Monrovia Schools Foundation. Please mail to the foundation at P.O. Box 2447, Monrovia, CA 91017. A receipt for tax purposes will be sent.
The sooner we hear from you, the sooner we can put your contributions to work by placing them in an interest bearing account in order to reach the goal of perpetuating the annual scholarship(s).
Wildcats Forever, Buz
And Taylor Ortega Sends Her Thanks
Ray & Laurie Infantino have just returned from three weeks in Italy. Great trip. Much to show and tell. Ray promises a full accounting with pics for our next webpage. He did say that he brought back several Pounds, won, presumably at Casino Roma. But, surely Ray, you do know that the Italian currency is the Lira?
Met the Bradburnes, Tillie and Dick and other MADites over the Memorial Day Weekend in Idylwild and had a grand time eating, getting current and reminiscing about old times and discovering the beauty of this mountain community.
Dick and Tillie Tope Bradburne very comfortable and dressed for the Idylwild rain.
Outside The Red Kettle restaurant. Back l/r: Bob Huntington, your editor, Dick & Tillie Bradburne, Front l/r: Buz & Marilyn Buster, Virginia Huntington and Mariellen Staller wait for their table to be called.
It poured while we, dry inside, had a wonderful breakfast and more good conversation. Inside, over the front door, the large sign read YOUR FOOD COOKED WITH BALLARD GAS. So, you see, other classmates had been their ahead of us and their influence?, effluence?, affluence?, remains.
Word has it that Marianne Semler Doty is making a full and fast recovery from a fall suffered end of May. Email Marianne at email@example.com with your best wishes.
Mike Mc Kinley is making great strides after major surgery according to Ray Infantino. Email Mike at
firstname.lastname@example.org and let’m know you care.
Your Health & Oxygen Enhanced Exercise
This article from the 9/2010 edition of Health Alert is worth your worth your consideration. For more information contact Health Alert, 30 Ryan Court, #100, Monterey, CA 93940
Joanie Biddle LeBlanc sadly reports the death of her husband, Ted LeBlanc on April 28, 2011
Sorry to report the passing of Robert Walsh on 7/14/2011. Condolences to his wife, Kay Walsh, c/o Cheryl Jack at email@example.com
"I Was Born In ’37 And Should Look This Restored, ed."
In August of 2008, Reggie had his dream car, a l937 Packard Limo, original miles 2l000, V12, delivered to our Prescott home. It's a beauty and we had a few people over and ended up having a Packard party. Bob Walsh was having the time of his life that day. Believe Kay had to drive him home and that was a first that we know of. Anyhow, we are enclosing a few pictures of Bob at his finest, having fun.
Reggie Jack (L) &
Bob Walsh Hoist One In The Packard
Bob was a car enthusiast also. He built a 1933 Plymouth and towed a small little trailer behind it. In 2001, Bob & Kay, Reg & I, took our hot rods and drove 6000 miles across the states. We went to Pigeon Forge, TN to a large car show. From TN, we were off to Charlotte, NC to see my brother and his family. We were in NC when 9/ll occured. From there we were off to Michigan and attended the National car show in Kalamazoo and stayed at a friend of ours in Michigan. Off to So Dakato to visit and meet some of Reg's family and off to see Mt Rushmore. We were gone about 28 days and we had little problems with the hot rods. It was a very memorable trip with Bob & Kay.
Kay & Robert Enjoy The Restored Luxury Of Long Ago
Bob later built a l94l Ford Pick Up for Kay. She drives it to the grocery store and around town still. Bob started another project which he just about completed, a l947 Ford Coupe which he painted red, white and blue.
Bob & Kay lived in Monrovia forever it seems. Once Reg & I bought a home in Prescott and had them visit as often as possible, they moved there when they retired. They have been in Prescott well over l0 years. I believe they have already celebrated their 50th Anniversary. I remember the last reunion they attended, they were having people stand up for the amount of years they were married and they were at there 45th or more then. That was the reunion before last, so that would make them past their 50th Anniversary. Not too many of us can claim that. Bob will truly be missed. Cheryl JackBob & Kay lived in Monrovia forever it seems. Once Reg & I bought a home in Prescott and had them visit as often as possible, they moved there when they retired. They have been in Prescott well over l0 years. I believe they have already celebrated their 50th Anniversary. I remember the last reunion they attended, they were having people stand up for the amount of years they were married and they were at there 45th or more then. That was the reunion before last, so that would make them past their 50th Anniversary. Not too many of us can claim that. Bob will truly be missed. Cheryl Jack
then remembers her life and all the nostalgic details of Monrovia.
Here she is at our 2009 Reunion at Santa Anita Race Track chatting it up with old Santa Fe School classmate, Jack and his wife Sally.
My Growing-up Life in Monrovia
By Joan Biddle LeBlanc
I was born on June 15, 1936 at 5:20 am in the Monrovia Hospital. At that time, the Monrovia Hospital was a house on Lime Avenue and Heliotrope. To my knowledge, that was the only local hospital, and many babies were still born at home.
My mother was Mildred F. Seitz Clark (class of ’34 MAD) and my father Lloyd Gould Clark (class of ’32 MAD). They divorced when I was about two years-old and I lived with my mother and my grandmother Mildred F. Bogart. The first home I remember was in the 200 block of East Lime. The house is still there as is the second home I remember on Oakdale. I attended kindergarten at Mayflower School and First Avenue in Arcadia, due to a babysitter in those areas. I also spent about six weeks of kindergarten in Cabrini Villa, a Catholic girl’s boarding school in Glendale. I was so homesick that I actually got very sick and got to come home to my mother and grandmother. In 1942, my mother remarried to Bill Biddle and we moved to Temple City for two years where I attended South Santa Anita School for first and second grade. I believe it is now known as Longden Avenue School.
During the summer after second grade, in 1944, we moved back to Monrovia where my parents bought a home at 231 W. Cypress. The rest of my growing up years I lived in that home.
Monrovia has undergone many changes over the years, but I loved it best the way it was while I was a child. I started third grade at Santa Fe School and my teacher was Ethel M. Wiley. She seemed to be a very old woman and wore what I always referred to as old woman school teacher shoes. They were lace-up shoes with big square high heels. At this age I understand why the teachers wore those shoes; comfort. We learned to read aloud in third grade and studied about Mexico. Oral reading was frightening to me because at that time I could only read slowly. My great goal was to read as well as Barbara Trydte who read as well as the teacher.
We lived one mile north of Santa Fe and I believe that at that time I rode the bus. In the higher grades, I walked to school down Magnolia Avenue and I learned the length of a mile. From my street south to Duarte Road was all orange groves on the west side of Magnolia. Since we lived near the railroad tracks, ‘hobos’ would stay in the orange groves and my mother warned me not to ever go in there or even look into the grove. I had bad dreams about being chased by the hobos. On the corner of Magnolia and Central was the home of Robert Love from our class. Behind his home was a corral with a buffalo. That was an exciting thing to me, as at that time I just wanted to be a ‘cowboy’.
The Santa Fe Railroad was just across from the school and I can remember sitting in class and counting the cars on the trains as they would go by. World War II was still on then and my dad bought a little coupe car with a rumble seat. One of our favorite forms of entertainment was to take off east on Duarte Road and race the train to the end of the road. My dad had a great love of trains and very often, for family entertainment and recreation, we would go down to the station and watch the trains come and go. We also loved to play board games, Parcheesi being the greatest. We could play a game and listen to the radio dramas. Who can forget the squeaking door of Inter Sanctum, the chilling voice of The Shadow, and the quiz shows like Truth or Consequences, the Sixty-four Dollar Question, and the Quiz Kids? I could go on and on and then there were the soap operas that our mothers scrubbed floors and ironed to, and I am sure made those jobs a little easier. One of my favorite kid shows was Uncle Whoa Bill. We sure did have great imaginations then and each one of us saw our heroes with a different face. TV came later, for me, in the 8th grade. It was wonderful to actually have pictures come into our homes, but I think that our imaginations dwindled after that.
One of the highlights of our week was to walk to the market “up-town”. As I recall we had four grocery stores uptown. There were Gertmanians, Market Basket, Safeway, Charley Ginden’s on South Myrtle below Huntington Drive, and the market on Myrtle and Foothill where several different banks have been over the years. Gertmanians was on Myrtle Avenue in the middle of the block below Colorado. Safeway was on Colorado west of Myrtle. Market Basket was on Myrtle Avenue below Lime on the east side. It later moved to the 100 block of West Lemon and was our first “supermarket”. There were many little corner stores in Monrovia which made it handy to walk to the store and buy things for our mothers or the neighbors. I can remember being paid five cents to run to the store and pick up something for neighbors. Milk was delivered to the house, and we could get bread from the Helms man. I am sure that Gary Novell’ dad delivered ice to most neighborhoods in town. In summer, while he was in the house delivering ice, we would run up to the back of the truck and find ice chips. McBratney's, The Irish Linen Store was our big department store in Monrovia. It was a complete store for household needs and carried high quality merchandise. When I was in high school, in the ‘50s I had my first job there. We actually had a saloon in Monrovia, on Myrtle Avenue a little north of Lemon on the east side of the street. I was always very curious about that place because my mother would take my hand and hurry me by. I always tried to get a peek under the swinging doors but Mother had a firm fast grip. Krunk's Hardware was fascinating to me. I will never forget Jack’s Wee Fit Feet right on the SE corner of Myrtle and Lemon. What fun to look at my feet through the x-ray machine that made sure our shoes fit perfectly. . An even better thing was the treasure box where we could pick out a prize. JC Penny on the SW corner and had a lovely store with the check stands and the little container that the clerk put the money in and it shot up to the upper floor where the transaction was recorded and our change returned in that little container. Right next store south was W.C. Woolworth Ten Cents Store with their glass counters full of wonderful candy. There was a lunch counter in Woolworth’s as there was in Cornet Dime Store and Kustner’s Drugs. We also had a coffee shop, Waltz’. With so many choices of where to eat, we felt very privileged. Waltz’ later became Burton’s Malt Shop, which was quite a hangout when we were in high school. Our classmate Bill Burton’s family owned the malt shop. The Streetcar traveled along Olive and was a straight shot to Los Angeles. My mother, sister, and I made several trips there to see my grandmother model in the tearoom of J.J. Haggerty. I am sure many of my friends will remember my lovely grandmother. She was a very moving influence in my life. She passed away when I was eighteen, and was a great loss from my life.
Will we ever forget Library Park where the old library stood with the huge fishpond in front? What a lovely stately building. City Hall was also in the park when I was young. It was a lovely old granite building in the north corner of the park at Myrtle and Palm.
Most of you will remember that there was a stairway underground at the corner of the park the corner of Lime and Myrtle Ave. that led to a restroom. I was warned severely by my mother to never go down there as there were undesirable people there. That was one warning I took heed to and never went down those stairs. I imagined something like ogres down there.
The Van de Camp’s windmill was always a wonderful thing to me. That bakery was just north of Palm on the east side of Myrtle Avenue about where Bank of America is today, or at least when I left Monrovia.
Downtown Monrovia was the place to go on Friday night when the stores stayed open until 9:00 and families would stroll up and down the street looking in windows and shopping.
Our family had a Friday night tradition, and that was going to the Monrovia Theatre and watching the cowboy movies. Roy Rogers was my greatest hero, and I thought my dad looked like him. When I was quite young and people would ask what my father did for a living, I would tell them that he was a cowboy. He looked like Roy Rogers and we had a horse, so naturally..... Actually he was the produce buyer for El Rancho Markets.
There was another theatre in Monrovia, the Lyric. The Lyric was the fancy theatre where the “better” movies were shown. They even had loges at the Lyric. As we got into Clifton, Jr. High, the Lyric was the place to go and meet a sweetheart and neck through the movie. Of course I never did do that.
There is so much more that I could write about growing up in our sweet little town. At that time we only had about 10,000 people in Monrovia. After World War II, the produce fields in the south part of town were done away with, and Mayflower Village, a development of tract homes, was built. Many of you may have lived in those new houses and played at the dairys in the late 1940’s. The dairys were also an employer of many Monrovians. After the war, things started picking up all over town and houses were going up in most vacant lots. It took away many of our neat places to play cowboys and war, but that is progress. At that time, as I recall, there were no electric or power tools for building houses, and how I remember the sound of sawing and hammering as the houses went up. The day the tar pot truck came to do the roof was one of my favorites. To this day, I love the smell of tar. The smells of our lives can bring to mind, so many memories. When I was still in California, I used to like to drive out to Chino and places where there are still dairies. Yes, that is a smell that is not unpleasant to me and makes me remember going to friends’ homes in Mayflower Village. Life was different then and we had the best world. Our parents were not afraid to let us walk to friends’ homes, and we didn’t have to lock our doors. It is a time that will never be again, and we were lucky to grow up in the “Luckiest Generation”.
Sadly we report the passing of classmate Mimi Martin Mency, June 21, 2011
Midway Madness…All Class Reunion on the flight deck of The Aircraft Carrier USS Midway, San Diego…October 2, 2010.
Whether you were able to attend or not, you will want to own the Midway MADness DVD full of nostalgic pic of both evenings.
Our host and committee chair, Jim Regan, has done a wonderful job of creating this DVD. Own one by sending a donation of at least $15.00 to the Monrovia Schools Foundation, P.O. Box 2447, Monrovia, CA 91017 attn: Bruce Staller. These funds will go to the Charles Dunson Scholarship given annually by the Class of 1950.
Duarte Grads…Find out what’s going on in your old town…go to www.DCTV.com
Coming Soon... more Midway Pics, Reunion news and ???
Lastly, you have the pleasure and sometimes sad responsibility to send us your news and new email and home addresses. Please email to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Mariellen & Bruce
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