Williams College Class of 1953 Bulletin Board
Williams College Class of 1953 Bulletin Board, March 22, 2010
A few news items to bring to your attention, the sad, the amusing, and the informative variety.
Beginning with the sad news of the death of sometime classmate, Hughes G. Robinson, in Dallas on March 1st. The better photo but the much slimmer obit is posted here. The more thorough obit from a Dallas newspaper can be accessed by way of a hyperlink provided with the Email alert to this bulletin.
I do remember Hugh from our freshman year, mostly the freshman basketball team. He was a tall, childlike fellow who had yet to fill out with the musculature of an adult. I kept that vision in mind when I met Hugh at our 45th (?) reunion when we lined up for supper on the lawn at Perry House (the old AD frat). I was behind Hugh. He turned to me, inquired as to my name, and when I told him, he replied, "Bob Howard! You're not so formidable." My consolation lies in the thought that I once was... formidable. On the basketball court, anyway: let Hank Norwood say "Amen!" Here's the shorter obit:
DALLAS — Retired Maj. Gen. Hugh Robinson, one of Dallas' long-time leading citizens, died earlier this week from congestive heart failure. Robinson became involved in Dallas business and civic affairs following his career in the U.S. Army. He ran Cityplace Development for Southland Corporation for a while and sat on several corporate boards, including the Belo Corporation, WFAA's parent company. Robinson also served as former chairman and board member of the Federal Reserve Bank of Dallas. Services for the 77-year-old West Point graduate will be held Saturday at The Potter's House, 6777 West Kiest Blvd. in Dallas. He will be buried at Arlington National Cemetery outside Washington, D.C.
On a happier note I report on a visit Barbara and I made this past Saturday on our class's intrepid reporter of four decades duration, Steve Klein, and his much younger helpmate Joanne, in South Orange NJ, not far from the homes from which Sterling, Cain, Campbell, and Martin were nurtured prior to their arrival at Williams in the fall of 1949. Steve and I talk on the phone from time to time, just as he is wont to do with several of you. Our conversation may be about Williams connections, but they quickly elevate to a gustatory discussion. Last fall we swapped stories about Italian cuisine, in which I have had a passionate interest ever since growing up on the West Side in Stamford CT, where classmates whose names ended with vowels lived and sometimes at my insistence invited me to share their lasagna and other pasta dishes bathed in their mother's home-cooked "gravy." So I made an offer Steve couldn't refuse: a dinner of veal piccata, parmigiana risotto, salad, and, after Joanne's tasty berry pie, coffee and biscotti. Behold our class secretary's pleasure in Italian cooking:
The gustatory delights did not end with dessert and coffee. Nor did they begin there: we had an antipasto of soppressata, olives, and stuffed mushrooms earlier on the sunporch. To which we repaired postpriandal, for some hooch. Not just any old hooch, Jameson Irish whiskey, a bottle I had purchased a year earlier in anticipation of Irish coffee. But I could find no one in our house who would drink coffee in the evening, and the bottle languished in the cupboard, until I mentioned its existence to Steve. He showed me how to drink it, on two rocks with a little Czech seltzer. You might ask (and if you don't, I'll explain anyway) how it could be that a Williams graduate needed to be told "how to drink" Jameson's. This Williams graduate, as difficult as it is to imagine, did not take so much as a sip of alcohol (including beer) throughout his entire four years in Williamstown. My houseparty tax got me a case of Pepsi. Yes, Howie Potter tried to get me tipsy in Buffalo between the last test senior year and graduation. Howie failed, as did Professor Jenness with hypnotizing me... but that's another story. Anyway, here's Steve with the Education of Robert, and the ladies-in-waiting :
Steve provides this photo of a couple of our class's champion swimmers. Check out Steve's next class notes for an explanation of the where and why of the photo.
Bob and Bobbye Tucker and fifteen other family members were in Washington DC on March 10th for the Congressional Gold Medal ceremony honoring the WASPs of World War II. These WASPs aren't the kind, like me more or less, who attended Williams in the last century. They were the women who taught soldiers and sailors how to fly. Bobbye's sister was one of their number. Here's a photo I purloined from Google showing a handful of the 300 women who were honored, in the Oval Office with you know who.