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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Welcome David Smith

David Writes:

I’m enjoying catching up with all these friends from the past. Here’s a short update of the past 40 years for me. My family moved to Tennessee the summer of 1970. I’ve barely seen RWD since. I went to Lafayette College, majored in English. Without a clear vision of life paths or goals, I moved to Michigan with friends to explore some possibilities. Three years later I decided to try medical school. So back to college for a year of sciences, then work for a year, then to Memphis for six years for med school, internship, and a year working ERs and general practice in rural west TN. In 1985 I moved to Nashville for a residency and fellowship in anesthesiology at Vanderbilt. What I might have been finished in 10 years after high school I stretched out to 18. By then I had worked in hospitals, year-round camps for school kids, at a book distributor, and helped with Peace Core Training. I stayed on the anesthesia faculty at Vanderbilt for over four years then joined a private anesthesia group in Nashville with whom I’ve worked for the past 18 years in several local hospitals.

In 1987 I married Denise O’Malley, a first generation American of, as you can guess, Irish parents. She grew up on Long Island and had lived most of her adult life in south FL. Her dad worked for Pan Am (then Delta) so she spent her summers with her grandparents and cousins in Dublin. Dublin is as much home for her as NY. We later benefited from airline stand-by passes and access to the back pages of Pan Am’s and Delta’s resevation systems for family vacations. We have raised two boys, Patrick and Aidan, now 22 and 18 years old and both with wide ranging interests. Both are in college this fall, Pat a senior and Aidan a freshman. How oddly sweet having all this RHS reunion business appear during my son’s senior year in high school. Both boys have been busy in a variety of activities: a bunch of sports, drumline, jazz band, travel. I’ve grown weaker in the bleachers watching my kids grow stronger on the fields.

I’ve happily spent much of my time and energy on family and work. With both boys now sort of out of the house (Pat is in college in Nashville this year), I’m gearing up to spend my time in other directions. I figure I’ll catch up on some old things like hiking and bird watching (thank you Jane Eliason), painting, and singing. Work on some new things like becoming proficient with my computer or build something bigger to sail in than my 14 foot dinghy (thanks for the inspiration John Poor.) Perhaps school or penny whistle. I know I’m an optimist from trying to grow flowers in Nashville’s muggy summers. Denise and I have worked a bit, actually Denise has made a small business out of it, with some cottages in NW Florida in an area known as the “red-neck riviera.” While necks are red from at least the sun, the beaches are snowy white and the water clear and green. No oil near us. We’ll likely spend more time there now that we are less constrained with school calendars.

I’m looking forward to being in RWD in October and seeing all who can make it there. I’m looking forward to the Willard ’64 part the most. For those who can’t make it to Ridgewood. I am enjoying catching up with all your messages. I think of our journeys as a great collective adventure.

11 comments:

  1. (from email thread 12/21/09) David Smith. I think I had my first crush on him!

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  2. Bob Elgin contributes...I remember that you and he were an item. Dave was a good guy. I lost touch with him though after high school. His family moved to Tennesee.

    However, Dave was also good buddies with Stan Brown. Now there’s another guy that I’d like to see show up at the reunion.

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  3. Yeah, I felt that Dave and I were an item. I think I scared him to death!! I recall making a ring out of my Dad's soldering wire (whatever that stuff is that melts with the soldering gun) and saying David gave it to me. Oh my, don't mention MY name if anyone tries to talk him into coming!

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  4. 1/5/10 Check out that smile on David Smith in 4th grade (next to Irene). I bet he's thinking about me:) He's almost as cute as little Ricky Bowe! (he's the one next to Gail Brightman )

    i think

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  5. (email dated 2/4/10) Dear Bob,

    What a treat to get your letter. I am interested to coming to the reunion in October whether Stan Brown is interested or not. I'll send Irene a note. My family hadn't been in Tennessee until after we graduated from RHS. In fact when my dad got a job here we looked up Tennessee in the encyclopedia. But since my family moved the summer after graduation I lost touch with just about every one in Ridgewood. Stan is a notable exception whom I've seen every couple of years or so. I've no idea how you found me. Hopefully not on the post office wall or collection agency. I think I'm safe from the law and solvent. Thinking of being in the Willard class of '64 is too funny. Judy's blog sounded like a bunch of kids. I'm not as computer literate as she is, but I'll add on to it.

    I'd always missed not having any contact with Ridgewood friends after high school, but figured that the four wind blew everyone around the world. I guess that may be so, but the world is smaller now. I'l get back with you one of these days with more of an update, but I wanted to thank you for your letter.

    Talk to you soon.

    Dave Smith

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  6. Bob replies: Hey Dave, this is great! Great to be in touch again! Truth be told, I’ve sent out a bunch of those letters. But you and Gail Brightman are the only ones so far who have responded.

    Sounds like I got the bit about Tennessee wrong. Somehow I always thought you had come from there. Oh well. In any event, this is great. And do give us an update when you can. Are your parents still living? Didn’t you have an older brother and a younger sister? And what about Stan the man? By all means, lean on him to make contact. A lot of people are wondering about him.

    Oh, how did we find you? I give Irene credit for that. She has some magic software that can dig up lots of people. Her husband is a lawyer and uses it in his business.

    And as for us all sounding like a bunch of kids on the Willard ’64 blog, well, that’s what we were. Some of the emails that have been going around are pretty good.

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  7. Pam Simonsen adds: Hi Dave,

    Welcome to the longest email thread in history.

    Irene and I are meeting Peggy for lunch this afternoon. She lives about 130 miles from ATL and we are meeting approximately mid way. I am bringing the yearbook so we can reminisce.

    I noticed that many of you were on corridor patrol Bowe, Elgin, Dave, Stan Brown, Brian C to name a few. What exactly did you do? I guess I never got busted for hanging out in the hallwaysJ

    Pam

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  8. Rick Bowe responds: Pam,

    You are so naïve. The corridor patrol was serious business. Its mission to safeguard the security of the high school. To thwart attempts at flushing M80’s down the toilets. To assure that classmates were not necking, or worse, in the dark corners. Members were recruited for their size, demeanor, commitment to Mr. McCutcheon, and desire to be able to write their own class excuse notes. I was a proud, if diminutive, member. No arrests to my credit, but it did afford me the flexibility to hang around outside the classroom of my fledgling girlfriend at the time. Look at the picture of the Corridor Patrol in the yearbook. You feel safer just looking at us.

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  9. Bob Elgin adds: I’ll second Rick’s assertion. We were a force not to be messed with. And we did it without badges or uniforms (for the most part). But don’t feel bad Rick, I never managed to arrest anyone either. However, I did have a teacher yell at me one time for NOT arresting somebody. Truth be told, I was moving in for the kill when the teacher came bursting out of her classroom. In retrospect, I probably should have written her up.

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  10. I remember throwing Jimmy Hayman in the "oven" with Leach numerous times; and cutting social studies to hang out with Carol B. in her science class. Remember, Mccutcheon let Mike Franklin plck the patrol members senior year He was just as serious as the rest of us. Pete Benoit

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  11. Daved adds: One more thing I think of Jane Eliason's class is learning the binary system and assembling the "Digi-comp". It just strikes me funny that now we are in contact with each other using the technology we learned about in 6th grade. :)

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