So sorry to hear that Doug was gathered. The memory pictured is of him giving my daughter a camera that he had received in a promotion, probably Christmas 1988. A sweet gesture that was typical of him. xox
So very sad that my former, long-time friend who lived around the corner from me in Rutherford, N.J. Lennie was loved by everyone in our class, males and females. He was a great dancer- taught me to dance his style of the jitterbug as well as other dances. He also was a source of bonding/healing with race issues. I sing karaoke twice weekly; the African American karaoke DJ remembers him well. He will be saddened by the news.
Charles Edward Callahan, 77,a long timeresident of Rutherford passed away suddenly on Sunday, October 22, 2017. “Ed”was born in Passaic in 1940 toCharles& Ann Marie (nee Trinkaus) Callahan. He proudly servedas an officerin the United States Army from1966-1968. Ed was the owner of Regis Travel in Rutherford for many years, after previously owning and managing Trinkaus Import/ Export,a firm started by his grandfather. Ed was an active member of the Rutherford Rotary Club for over 40 years, serving as president and named as a Paul Harris Fellow. He also was a member of the American Legion in Hackensack, transferring his membership to Barnegat after relocating.
He served as a docent for several years with the Bergen County Zoo in Paramus and was a volunteer driver with Starfish in Rutherford. Those who knew Ed enjoyed his great sense of humor. He was light hearted, easy going and always jovial.
Ed will be missed by his devoted wife of 23 years, Louise Cockey, his beloved children, Elise Sweet and MichaelCallahan and grandchildren, Logan Sweet, Ella Callahan, Carly Callahan and Jed Callahan. He is predeceased by his son Sean in 1979.
Victoria Kingsley, a psychologist with a practice in East Hampton, died on May 19 in Buffalo, not long after being diagnosed with small-cell cancer. She was 73. Dr. Kingsley saw patients for many years in New York. After leaving the city, she established a full-time practice here, working out of her residence in Northwest Woods. As longtime patients learned of her sudden illness they flooded her with calls of support and encouragement, her son said.
Dr. Kingsley was born on June 29, 1940, in Rutherford, N.J., to Burt Collins and the former Alice Albus. She grew up in New Jersey and Manhattan, and received a bachelor’s degree from Vassar College and a Ph.D. in psychology from New York University.
Three weeks ago, soon after her diagnosis, Dr. Kingsley moved to Buffalo to be closer to her family. Among her many interests, her son said she loved to travel and to spend time with her grandchildren. In addition to her son, Hal Kingsley of Buffalo, she leaves three grandchildren. A service was held yesterday at the Mesnekoff Funeral Home in East Amherst, N.Y., Rabbi Adam Scheldt officiating. A memorial service is planned here later this summer.
KINGSLEY - Dr. Victoria (nee Collins) May 19, 2014. Loving mother of Hal (Julie) Kingsley, daughter of the late Burt and Alice Collins; devoted grandmother of Jennie, Allison and Brooke; also survived by many loving cousins. Funeral services will be held Wednesday 2:30 PM at MESNEKOFF FUNERAL HOME, 8630 Transit Rd., E. Amherst, 14051. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the JCC of Greater Buffalo, c/o The Aquatics Program or TNA Association c/o fpa-support.org Share your condolences at www.mesnekoff.com Shiva will be held Wednesday afternoon following services and Wednesday and Thursday 7-9 PM at Oakbrook Community Center, 100 Oakbrook Dr., Williamsville 14221.
John was a member of our class at Pierrepont School, and through our sophomore year in high school. In the photo, he is the gunslinger in the center with the white mustache. John was a store-owner in Silverton, Colorado, where the photo was taken. Barbara Nielson and Dave Goodhart, perhaps among others, happened to find John at the store as they were passing through Silverton.
The obituary below was contributed by Charlie Van Winkle.
John Clark Cook died of pancreatic cancer Monday, Nov. 19, 2012, at his home in Silverton. He was 72.
Known to his family as “Uncle John,” he was born in Chicago on July 8, 1940, to Everett and Helen Crawford. Helen later divorced Everett and married Vernon Cook, who adopted John and his older sister, Louise, when they were young.
Mr. Cook attended school in Rutherford, N.J., and attended his junior year of high school in Tucson, Ariz. He went on to graduate from Evanston Township High School in Illinois. He attended Northwestern University, where he majored in English literature and graduated at 1963.
He served in the U.S. Army from 1963 to 1965 in Fort Campbell, Ky.
Mr. Cook married Sonja Winsor in Chicago in 1968. They divorced soon after, and she preceded him in death. He worked for his stepfather in Chicago as the advertising manager of the Metallizing Co. of America. He became the president of the company in 1977 after his stepfather died. The company moved to Sullivan, Ill., in the 1970s.
In 1986, the Metallizing Co. of America was sold, and the sealant manufacturing branch of the company became AB Seals, of which John remained president. In 1959, Mr. Cook’s family came to Silverton for the first time and bought a house. The family spent many summers in Silverton, and he had an instant lifelong love of the San Juan Mountains. In 1997, he began spending his summers operating The Lookout Shop, a gift store in Silverton. Mr. Cook continued spending his summers in Silverton and his winters in Sullivan until the time of his death.
Mr. Cook loved hiking, Jeeping, talking to people, helping others and spending time with his family. He was always generous and kind, and loved to laugh, his family said. He was on the board of directors for Silverton’s “A Theatre Group,” performed countless shows as Sheriff Zeke in the Silverton Gunfights and served on the Silverton Chamber of Commerce.
In Sullivan, he converted the second floor of AB Seals into an art studio, a place where numerous local artists in Illinois can make art and network with each other.
Mr. Cook was preceded in death by his sisters Louise Johnson and Vicki Holloway.
Mr. Cook is survived by his sister; Melissa D. Gillon, of Silverton; 14 nieces and nephews; and six great-nieces and nephews.
A Celebration of Life will be held at 3 p.m. Saturday, Jan. 5, 2013, at the Kendall Mountain Recreation Center in Silverton. Flowers may be sent to the service that day, and donations may be made to Mr. Cook’s family in Silverton to help with expenses.
Mr. Cook’s ashes will be scattered on Kendall Mountain on his birthday next summer.
MaryAnnCrosby Hoffman, 71, of Point Pleasant, passed away, Friday, December 16, 2011. Born in Medford, MA, to the late William Crosby & Mary Scanlan Crosby, she was formerly of Rutherford and has lived in Point Pleasant since 1972. She was a graduate of Rutherford High School, Immaculata College, Georgian Court University. Mrs. Hoffman worked as a First Grade Teacher and retired from the Westwood Regional School District, where she taught for many years. She was an active communicant of Sacred Heart Church, Bay Head, where she was a member of the Rosary Altar Society, founded the Breakfast Club, served as a Eucharistic Minister, and was also a Bereavement Minister, coordinating many of the Funeral Liturgies. Her gifts as a teacher were bestowed upon many as a CCD instructor for Sacred Heart and Saint Martha Parishes. She loved cooking, traveling, and going to lunch.
She was predeceased by her husband, Richard M. Hoffman and her brother, William "Lee" Crosby. Surviving are her step daughter, Kim Haley and her husband Paul of Rosemount, MN; and three granddaughters, Megan, Nicole, and Faith. She is also survived by three beloved nephews, Sean, Bill, & Danny Crosby, other family members, and many dear friends.
Visitation will be from 2 - 4 p.m. & 7 - 9 p.m., Tuesday, Dec. 20 at the Pable Evertz Funeral Home of Point Pleasant, 901 Beaver Dam Road. At 10:30 a.m., Wednesday, Liturgy of Christian Burial will be celebrated at Sacred Heart Church, followed by interment at Holy Cross Cemetery, North Arlington.
As an expression of sympathy, donations made in her memory to the Saint Charles Apache Mission School, 355 San Carlos Ave., PO Box 339, San Carlos, AZ, 85550, would be appreciated. For condolences to the family, visit www.pableevertzfuneralhome.com
Published in Asbury Park Press on December 19, 2011
Jane was warm, hysterically funny, and beautiful to look at and laugh with.
Jane worked alongside me and Billy Hands at the Rutherford Shop Rite. We had a great time. She was the picture of health.....when I heard of her passing I couldn't believe it. She was one in a million!
Nick was a cool customer who had a way with the ladies. One day a young lady I was "seeing" visited me at the Shop Rite and asked if she could sit in my car and listen to the radio. Of course, I saiid "sure". At break time I went to my car to visit her. When I got there the windows were steamed up..in the car with MY girl was Nick! He was SMOOTH,
Bill Hands’ death has hit me deeply. He and I were the best of friends throughout our school years and were especially close during our days at Pierrepont. Virtually every day, the route on my walk to school, that began at 353 Park Avenue, included a stop at 130 Wheaton Place, where I met Bill, and we went on to school. Upon returning to school, from home after lunch---you will recall there was no cafeteria in those days--- again I stopped off to meet Bill. Often times, I arrived early and the two of us would watch TV, a pretty exciting thing to do, at that time. Believe it or not, the two of us were hooked on “Search for Tomorrow”. Bill had several great train sets, and there were days we would spend hours playing with them. Bill’s mother, father, and sister Helen were wonderful people and I always was welcome in the Hands’ home.
During election campaigns, Bill and I and several others, handed out political literature, on behalf of Republican candidates, at Erie Station. His uncle, Robert Van Winkle, supervised our activities. Our first campaign was in 1952, beginning with the primary and then the general election. We liked Ike! At the beginning of each year, A.W. Van Winkle put out a calendar listing fire box numbers and street locations. When the fire bell rang, every Rutherfordian could count the claps and turn to the calendar to pinpoint the location of the alarm. Bill’s Uncle Jim, a prince of a guy, was one of the drivers who took us to the neighborhoods to deliver our goods. We were paid the princely sum of $1.00 an hour and the jobs usually took three to four hours, on a Saturday morning. We all thought we were rich and we looked forward to those election campaigns and new year calendar distributions.
Bill was always a high energy guy. Every Saturday morning, he helped his neighbor, Mr. Burke, deliver milk. He loved to ride in the truck and he was the fastest milk delivery man you ever saw. He flew from the truck to the milk boxes, at the customer’s doors. He loved all sports, and although as good an athlete as he was, whenever we played, he tolerated my ineptitude. He loved to shoot baskets, and usually we played “Horse” at his Uncle Bob’s house. Rye Alyea often joined us and you can just imagine how those games went. But, while I never came even close to those two guys, it was still a fun time.
Of course, baseball was Bill’s passion from his earliest days. The steps to his front porch were just the right height for pitching practice. The mound was a measured distance from the steps out on to Wheaton Place. The dimensions of home plate were outlined on the steps. Bill would pitch a tennis ball interminably, often only to pause for cars that were driven over the “mound.” The sound of that tennis ball hitting the steps reverberated far beyond 130. He knew what he wanted to be when he grew up and by gosh, he accomplished his goal. I followed his career. One summer, prior to his rise to the Big Leagues, when he was pitching for the Springfield Giants in the old Eastern League , many of our extended family saw him pitch and win in Williamsport Pa. I think we were the only Springfield fans there that night. The next day, before moving on, Bill visited with us at our summer cottage.
As I sit here and reflect upon today’s terrible news, so many memories flood back. There was the “back trail” we took from school to the Bar “Y” ranch. The location of the “spread” was behind the Newhouse and Hands homes and we even had a corral gate. There was the time, when in first or second grade, I fell, hit my head very badly on a stone wall and Bill went to get help. Then I’m sure many will remember his Ford convertible with a Buick engine. I often wondered if he would make it out of high school. It was exceptionally fast, but it really was a bucket of bolts. There was no duct tape then, so I have no doubt that it was held together with wire and chewing gum.
As the years have passed, and we all had gone off in different directions, today’s news highlights the inevitability of what lies ahead, for all of us. It is reassuring to know that when, one by one, we pass from the scene, the members of our extraordinary class not only care, but they love. Despite those varied roads that each of us have traveled, what makes the RHS Class of ‘58 unique, is that we have loved one another and continue to do so.
I'm not sure we know the circumstances of Steve's passing. I just want to say that he stands out in my memory as a guy who was genuinely friendly with everyone he knew; he was 'present' in his relationships -- that is, his gaze was locked on to yours and he was right there, available for the connection. I don't recall seeing or hearing about an unfriendly act or unfriendly words from Steve. As the class 'matured' over the course of many 5-year reunions, and as many of us came to know one another so much better than we did during our school years, I have often wished that Steve were here now. I would love to know more about him and about his life.
June 20, 1940 - November 23, 2013
Resided in Clyde, NC
Clyde, Stuart Williams Kievitt, age 73, of McClure Cove Road, passed away on Saturday, November 23, 2013 at MedWest Haywood Regional Medical Center.
A native of New Jersey and former resident of Port Charlotte, Florida, he had resided in Haywood County for the past twenty years. He was the son of the late Sigmund W. and Charlotte W. Williams Kievitt. He was a US Air Force veteran and received his Associates Degree in Accounting in Holyoke, Massachusetts and later worked as an accountant for several firms. He also worked as head cashier and assistant manager of Sunoco. Stuart's hobby was farming and considered himself as "steward of the land." He was an active Eucharistic minister and member of St. John's Catholic Church.
He is survived by his wife of 33 years, Joyce Kievitt; two daughters, Kimberly Demers and Kristin Kievitt; three stepsons, Thomas, Patrick and Michael Kennedy; a brother, Ronald Kievitt and his wife, Olga, of Lynhaven, Florida; eight grandchildren; his loving niece, Valerie Bush and her husband, Stephen, of Waynesville; and two nephews, Daniel Kievitt and Peter Kievitt and his wife, Terry.
A memorial mass will be held at 10:30 a.m. on Friday, November 29, 2013 at St. John the Evangelist Catholic Church with Father Larry LoMonaco officiating.
Memorials may be made to St. Johns the Evangelist Catholic Church, 234 Church Street, Waynesville, NC 28786.
What can we say? Vince's lifeline covered so much ground it leaves us slack-jawed. Known and liked during his school years he became absolutely beloved, by everyone, as the years passed and the reunions piled up. He compiled the military record of a hero -- having been shot down 4 times in combat. From an unremarkable high school academic performance, he went on to collect a bachelor's degree, a master's degree and a PhD -- after which he became 'docmancuso' in our contact lists. His limited circle of friends at graduation swelled to include virtually everyone in the class. He freely gave and received respect, caring, love. And Vince was FUNNY. We'll never forget the stories he told -- sometimes at the microphone during reunions -- that had us in stitches. May the wind be at your back, Vince.
Vincent was born on August 26, 1940 and passed away on Thursday, January 4, 2018.
Vincent was a resident of Georgia at the time of passing.
Camille and I raised the most wonderful family (including all of the dogs) and I depart this place a very, very proud father, father-in-law and grandfather who loved each and every one of them with all my heart." Vincent is a highly decorated retired Army colonel and master aviator who was shot down four times in combat.
The last time I saw Marilyn was Jan.13,2017 in San Francisco while she was on an interior design inspection of a regional national government office prior to her proposed retirement in March. In spite of her serious illness and recent, arduous monthy trips to see an acclaimed physician in Philadelphia, she wanted to ride herself of her large home in the woods and build a smaller, easy access home of her own design on a plot she had hoped to acquire shortly.
After coffee near SFMOMA, we walked around the museum both enthralled by works of Agnes Martin, Ellsworth Kelly, Philip Guston and Calder, but rather than discussing these as usual, Marilyn talked about loving fly fishing and also years of traveling the world wih a fellow lover of archeology. Well self educated, Marilyn also held degrees in biology and interior design or was it architectural design?
She had a younger sister Betsy whom she was close to geographically as well as emotionally and an older sister, Rosemary. Their father was a fireman when we were very young which was very splendid. Walking home from Washington School together in first grade, Marilyn told me that there was no Santa Claus!
Some called him Bill, some called him Alan, I called him 'Mac'. He was a back-fence neighbor who often scaled the fence to join our family for dinner. Eventually he became my 'cousin-in-law' and fathered three remarkable children who are, not surprisingly, remarkable adults. Two anecdotes say so much about 'Mac': when we were taking Papenfus' Physics class, Mac encouraged me to push ahead with homework assignments during Christmas break. Physics didn't come naturally to me. At our dining room table, we completed every homework assignment for the remainder of the year, by the end of the break. Mac always loved big challenges and had big goals. The second anecdote is told in the accompanying photo entitled 'Alan in California at 16' (click on it to enlarge it). I wonder how many of us could have matched that feat!
McCLOSKEY WILLIAM ALAN McCLOSKEY William "Bill" Alan McCloskey, 78, of Belknap Pt. Road, died on Friday, June 8, 2018 with his family by his side. Bill was born on March 7, 1940 in Manhattan, the son of the late William J. and Christine (Jeffers) McCloskey. Bill received his undergraduate degree from Upsala College in East Orange, NJ and his masters degree in Computer Science and Mathematics from Northeastern University, Boston MA. He was a computer programmer and a software engineer for Mitre Corporation, where he contributed to the successful Apollo 11 Mission while based in Houston. Bill later relocated to Northern Virginia where he held a variety of senior software engineering positions for various defense contractors. He and his wife moved to Gilford in 2000 to enjoy their retirement years. In his earlier years, Bill was an avid skier, runner and loved country western dancing. In his later years, he enjoyed reading and following politics. Survivors include his wife, Linda (Staalman) McCloskey, of Gilford; two sons, Eric A. McCloskey and his wife Kasia, Jason W. McCloskey and his wife Trystin; a daughter, Deena C. McCloskey and her husband Jay; two stepdaughters, Laura Ferrazzano and Kathryn Griffin and her husband, Neel; eight grandchildren; Adam McCloskey, McKayla McCloskey, McKenzie McCloskey, Gabi McCloskey, Vanessa McCloskey, Ryan McCloskey, Grace Griffin and Faith Griffin. Services will be at a later date. For those who wish, the family suggests that memorial donations may be made to the Concord Regional VNA Hospice House, 30 Pillsbury Street, Concord, NH 03301. Wilkinson-Beane-Simoneau-Paquette Funeral Home & Cremation Services, 164 Pleasant Street, Laconia NH is assisting the family with the arrangements. For more information and to view an online memorial go to: www.wilkinsonbeane.comwww.wilkinsonbeane.com
John A. Sondey, 71, of Brookings, died Friday March 2, 2012 at Avera McKennan Hospital, in Sioux Falls. Mass of Christian Burial will be 10:30am Thursday, March 8, 2012 at St. Thomas More Catholic Church in Brookings. Visitation will be from 6:00pm to 8:00pm Wednesday at Rude’s Funeral Home, in Brookings, with a Liturgical Wake Service beginning at 7:30pm.
John Albert Sondey was born on October 21, 1940 to John B. and Anne Z. Sondey in Passaic, NJ. He was raised in Rutherford, NJ and graduated from Rutherford High School in 1958. He then went to college and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree from Bucknell University. Following his graduation he joined the U.S. Air Force, where he served in Vietnam. Following his discharge, he received an MBA degree from Fairleigh Dickenson University and then a Master's degree in Economics from Arizona State University. In 1989 John received a Ph.D in Economics from Washington State University. He started teaching at the University of Idaho and University of Washington. He then moved to Brookings in 1990, where he joined the faculty of South Dakota State University where he became a Professor of Economics.
John was an avid gardener, he also enjoyed reading and loved the outdoors. He was active at the Pius XII Center, where, in his spare time, he established and maintained the flower border along the sidewalks of the Newman Center on the SDSU Campus. John was elected Director of the Missouri Valley Economics Association and was instrumental in establishing the annual meeting process. He won the McCarty Award for Excellence in Academic Advising from the College of Agriculture and Biological Sciences at SDSU in 2010. His Investment Class set a precedent by donating the profits from investments to the local homeless and women's shelters. He was also member of the Brookings VFW.
John was survived by his sister, Kathy (Charles) Anderson, of Encinitas, CA; two nephews, Bart (Alice) Anderson, of Harrisburg, PA and Joel Anderson, of Midvale, UT and many local friends.
EdI was the best man at my wedding as was I at his. NOBODY ever laughed more than Eddie. In '69 I got him a job with my employer, Xerox and he went straight to the top. First as Sales Manager of our Puerto Rico office, then National Sales Mgr. at SCM, then VP of Sales for Royfax. Eddie's Dad died in his mid forties and he was sure he'd do the same. He was right. He packed more living in 45 years than most of us do in 85. I missTHE HELL OUT OF HIM!! What a GREAT guy!!
Bob was a big presence in our lives from the day he arrived in Rutherford until the day he passed on. The girls found Bob very attractive from the beginning, of course, and instantly the boys drew the wagons in a circle. He was a force to be reckoned with. And we all grew to love him.
From the time of our earliest reunions Bob stepped up to help make them the remarkable successes they've been. Often he took the mic to welcome us all and to give credit to the others on the reunion committee -- to whom we owed so much. Inevitably, he would offer the mic to me. Always graceful, he would share the limelight with me, the long-distant president, who usually had little to do with the hard work of organizing the party. This will be the first major reunion in many years that Bob won't emcee for us. Those shoes simply won't be filled. We miss you, Bob.
We lost Anita while we were still in school. She fell on the ice on the way to school one day and hurt her head. Which came first? Did she fall because there was a problem? Whatever. It was horrid. Children (even the ones who were in their teens) didn't die in those days.
There's a picture of me at one of Anita's pajama parties. It looks as though I've got my legs over my head and am holding my ankles. Scary. That was so much fun. That's how I remember Anita.
This is not a particularly eloquent tribute to a "fallen" classmate. It's really just someone who's 70 remembering something horrible, inexcusable, unexplainable, and so very, very heartbreaking.
I remember Anita. She was kind and unassuming. She was our classmate and classmates should not die. Especially when they're 16.