Though our dear classmates have passed on, the memories of them will forever be in our thoughts and hearts.
They are not dead,
Who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy. They still live in our hearts,
In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared. They still breathe,
In the lingering fragrance, windblown, from their favorite flowers. They still smile in the moonlight’s silver, And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold. They still speak in the echoes of the words we’ve heard them say again and again.
They still move,
In the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches. They are not dead; Their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow. They are not apart from us, but part of us, For love is eternal,
And those we love shall be with us throughout all eternity. Anon
Frank was a super person. Funny! He served 2 tours in Viet Nam, came home on leave and was killed in an auto accident in Quincy with his best friend. His cousin, Janice Austin, was one of my best friends and we often talk about him. He is buried in Old North up on the hill in the old section across the street where my brother is also buried; so, I visit his grave and make sure it is kept up.
Bill was a friend and neighbor of mine for years. He had great charisma, and was loved by all who called him friend. We had lots of adventures together and I wish he was going to be with us for the upcoming reunion....
Betty was a talented artist. When we were in junior high, we did a sculpture project together. We carved a horse's head out of pariffin wax and sand. I had it for many years. She also drew a portrait of me in high school. She was a beautiful girl with lovely dark hair.
From Harry Carrell on June 12th, 2012
Betty lived across the street from me and I had a major crush on her in our early teens We watched the infamous New York Giant- Baltimore Colt football game together.She was a lovely young lady and I'm sorry she passed so young. I wish her family all the best.
Jim (Comanche) Cavicchi died in Viet Nam. Jim served his country well. He was a marine helecopter machine gunner. Even though his helecopter was hit bad and going down, Jim was still firing to protect the troops below.
Afew months before Jim died I was returning to my base, I was in the army at the time. As I got on the plane a familiar voice called my name , it was Jim, he was going back as well. We had a chance to catch up on old times and he looked great lean, mean and still had that great sense of humor which everyone was drawn to. He was ready to do what ever his country asked. For those of you that don't know Jim was already a hero he saved a fellow marine that had fallen overboard on a ship exercise. A few months later I received the news he had been killed in Nam. A truly sad day. Good luck to the class of 62 I hope the class of 63 will have a chance to get it done as well. Good job Ralph and Gus.
Gail and I became friends in high school and remained friends for many years. She was a wonderful friend and mother to her 4 children. She left a voild that will never be filled.
From Suzanne McCallum on May 23rd, 2012
Gail was not a personal friend but my recollection of her was a beautiful delicate blonde who seemed to be as nice inside as she was outside. I am sorry that she won't be part of our gathering in September.
Barbara was a friend since seventh grade. She was intelligent, sensitive, and loyal. In sophomore year we went to Kramer's Hayloft together for a band social. We both entered religious life, and we both attended our 15th WHS reunion together. When my dad died in 1996 Barbara called me the day of the funeral- it meant so much. The world lost a great woman when she died.
From Joe Gilpin on November 19th, 2011
Soon after our graduation, Barbie converted to Roman Catholicism and entered the convent with the Sisters of St. Joseph of Boston. She loved the Lord so much. She died at the Motherhouse after a battle with cancer.
TOM, PETE NEWTON, AND I WERE BEST OF FRIENDS....WE ALL PLAYED HOCKEY TOGETHER AND PLAYED IN RHODE ISLAND, MASSACHUSETTS, AND NEW YORK WITH AN ALL STAR TEAM...WONT EVER FORGET OUR GAME IN WEST POINT, N.Y....TOM SIMPLY HAD GUTS AND FORTITUDE WHEN IT CAME TO ANYTHING....I WENT THRU HIS CANCER DAYS WITH HIM...HE KEPT HIS DIGNITY..AND HAD COURAGE BEYOND MY COMPREHENSION...HE WAS A GREAT MAN...GREAT FATHER, HUSBAND, AND A DEAR FRIEND....LOVED HIS FAMILY....LIFE ISNT FAIR AND EQUITABLE AND THIS IS A PRIME EXAMPLE OF THAT STATEMENT...REST IN PEACE MY FRIEND....
From gary curtin on November 28th, 2011
Tom and I were co captains of the 1962 hockey team. He was just the best guy. He also became a very good golfer and I saw him make a hole in one on the 18th hole at the rockland golf course in the early 90's.
Al and I started Sunday School together. We wwere great friends. Al loved the water and boats. There was nothing he couldn't do in the water.
I remember his mother particularly. I remember stopping at his house to join he and Dickie Glynn to go out to Grape Island. His mother always looked as though she just stepped out of a magazine. That day, she was vacuming wearing a white blouse, black straight skirt and high heels. She became my Ideal.
After his folks died, Al married and moved away; but, I am positive he was a wonderful husband and father if he had the chance.
Carol was my best friend in School and Camp Fire Girls. Her mother and my mother were great friends. Carol went into a Covent right after we graduated and, naturally, we lost touch. I had my first child, Douglas, in May of 1967. I ran into Carol in Hearns Pharmacy in Bicknell Square that Summer. She was wearing short shorts. Carol smiled at me, my face was probably a picture, and said: I changed my mind! She married a very nice guy who, I believe, had 2 children. They went on to have 2 more.
In 1973, she couldn't get up one day. She died later that morning of a congenital heart defect. Carol was adopted and medical histories were not really part of the process in those days. Had they known about her problem, she would have started taking medication at about 10 years of age and been fine. Her children were checked and they, indeed, did have the same problem, were started on medication appropriately and are living healthy, productive lives today.
My son, Douglas, died of Reyes Syndrome in October of 1973 and is buried in Old North to the right of the Abigail Adams House along with Carol. I would see her mother at the Cemetery frequently and we would always talk about Carol, Camp Fire Girls and Life!
Carol was a wonderful person, interested in and good to every person she met.
Chuck was my soulmate. We met while working at Mass Business in Braintree. We were married exactly 2.6 years. Our beautiful daughter was born on March 16th 1981. How proud he was to be a DAD. Unfortuneately 6 days after Michele was born Chuck had aa massive coronary. He passed when she was 6 weeks old. She was short changed because she never had the opportunity to know him. One thing she has learned over the years is what a terrific guy he was. She will never hear a bad word about him for as long as she lives. He is truely missed.
I remember Dick Fitzgibbon so well. I remember, like Ralph, the day he found out his father had been killed in Viet Nam and I well remember him talking about going there to fight just like his Dad and hoping it wouldn't end before he got there.
He had so much to offer!
From Bud Beausang on September 11th, 2012
After reading those wonderful tributes to Fitzie, I knew I had to also...In short, as stated previously,he was a good friend, a good person, and I am sure a great soldier...I lost my cousin in Vietnam....Captain Gary Porter ....a USMC pilot...and Weymouth lost some other great men over there...and what an honor paid to him by Ralph Stewart...amazing...Fitzie you are someone who we all will never forget...RIP
From Ralph Stewart on May 22nd, 2012
I first met Fitz when we were in the 6th grade. It was September of 1955 and I was a new student at the Adams School in Weymouth Heights. He was the first student to make me feel welcomed. We became friends. His smile or as I like to think of it, his grin, was infectious. It was good to be with Fitz.
One day in mid June 1956, a sad event occurred. A bunch of us kids were playing touch football on the lawn of the Abigail Adams School, when the principal waived Fitz over, then took him into the building. We wondered what sort of trouble he was in. As it turned out, the principal had received news that Fitz’s father had been killed in Indo-China. Many years later I learned his father's death was the first officially recognizd causality of what became known as the Vietnam War. Little did we know of what lay ahead.
Fitz and I stayed in touch through High School though not as closely as we had been at the Adams School. When I heard he had been killed in Vietnam, I was sad; a freind I would not see again. When they erected the Vietnam Memorial Wall in DC, I went there many times to see him, my memory of him. His grin was still uplifting; it brought a smile to my face. I knew I had been lucky to have know him. But the sight of his name on the wall was tough; the world had lost a good person.
Last year, July 2011, I traveled to Vietnam. I visited Quang Tin where Fitz received his fatal wounds. Maybe I was hoping to see a memorial or a marker where the mine exploded. I wanted a memorial, but there was no memorial, no marker, not even anyone old enough in this small village to remember that day in September 1965. But Fitz is not forgotten. His kindness when I needed a friend and his smile, that wonderful grin, still vivid after 47 years, will remain for a long, long time.
SEMPER FI Fitz.
From Wayne Dunn on March 1st, 2012
I met Dick in San Diego I was in electronics school at the Marine base at the time . Just a quick hello it was a chance meeting really. . Nice to see a familar face when your far from home in the Corp. He was a stand up guy.
From Richard McGuinness on February 11th, 2012
I have added Richard and four other Weymouth Marines to my rememberance section in "MARINES - TOGETHER WE SERVED." They all made the ultimate sacrifice. Semper Fi.
From Joe Gilpin on November 19th, 2011
Many of us had "pie in the sky" aspirations after we graduated. Richard wanted to be like his Dad and serve in the military. He did just that and unfortunately, just like his Dad he died while serving his country in Vietnam. May He / They Rest In Peace!
From Suzanne McCallum on October 22nd, 2011
Richard (Fitzie) Fitzgibbon was my best friend's boyfriend and in fact she became engaged to Fitzie before he was deployed to Vietnam. He died there and his name appears on The Wall, along with his father who was the first official casualty of that war. I will always remember him as a wonderful guy who really loved his girl!
Freddie was a very talented rebel. Played 6 & 12 string guitar, auto harp. He played with many famous folk artists in a lot of the coffee houses in Cambridge.in the 60s . He moved to Black lake NY was an iron worker . He wrote music and had a book of poems published. We hunted together . I still treasure a Winchester rifle he refinished for me it is being passed on to a grandson . Thanks Fred
Donna and I became sisters-in-law back in 1964 when we married the Kemp brothers, Alan and Gary. We had so many good times together back then. She was a fun loving, generous, caring person and I was honored to call her my sister. She is greatly missed by her daughter, Lisa and grandchildren.
David and Marie Campoli were married soon after graduation. David loved vintage cars; drove a motorcycle and worked with patients who were challenged in a variety of ways. He moved to Florida's West Coast as his health was diminishing to be near me and my family. He loved to play cribbage with my MOM (Class of 1938) and enjoyed his holidays, Florida style. He passed away in Bradenton after a battle with multiple health issues.
Dan was a gentle soul who was a good friend from the time I arrive at South Junior High School in 1957, through Weymouth High School, and at Brown University where we both studied from 1962 through 1966. He lost his life in San Francisco not long after we graduated. This was a terrible loss and one that I will never forget. John
So much to say about Dave! He was an amazing friend. He was always there! When I did the 10th Reunion, Dave put himself in charge of the Voke gang. Every Reunion after that, he would find people. He was never good at getting addresses or making lists; but, he would turn out the people.
I invited Dave to Thanksgiving one year. Thanksgiving Dinner had to be at 10 o'clock for my Uncle Walter. I never knew for sure if Dave was coming; but, he just about always showed up; then, it developed into Christmas as well. I finally adopted the attitude: anyone in a chair at my dining table at noon eats! I am not sure; but, I think Dave also ate at his sister's house, later his son's house and I have no idea how many others.
Dave once took my son, Alex, skiing. At about 12, Alex had never been away from home before. It was an experience for Alex! Alex is the sort of person who gets in a car and goes to where he is going. Dave stopped everywhere because he "had to see a friend". I think the trip home took 5 hours; as did the trip up. When Alex checked the map, it shouldn't have taken any more than an hour, hour and a 1/2.
Dave was AMAZING! He is missed!
From CAROL KELSO on September 17th, 2012
DAVID WAS EVERYONES FRIEND...SORRY YOU WENT TO SOON., BUT I KNOW YOU ARE WITH THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN....
From Bob Pirie on December 18th, 2011
Dave played on the Little League basketball team my Dad coached. Even though he hadn't seen me or my father for about 40 years, he stopped by my Mom's memorial service in 2003 to pay his respects. I won't forget that.
From Patrick A. Collins on October 23rd, 2011
Dave was an easy go lucky fellow who would always lend a hand if you needed his help.
Kathy was my sister and it's hard to believe she's been gone twelve years now. Kathy had an enormous influence on me growing up and losing her has left a void which can never be filled. Kathy loved life and shared her enthusiasm, wit, wisdom, and quiet compassion with all who knew her. Who can ever forget that impish, intelligent gleam that flowed from her huge brown eyes. We miss you, Kathy!
I remember Pat very well, she dated my older brother Ray. Pat was a beautiful girl who passed away at a vey young age, I believe 19 years old. I also remember visiting her at her home just before she passed. I am from the class of 1963.
I was Janice's classmate from 1st grade through college graduation. From a cute little girl to a caring, kind and lovely woman, she was always a pleasure to be with. We shared great adventures and lots of fun times together. Janice brightened a room with her presence. I wish the glow could have lasted a whole lot longer.
Betty was a neighborhood girl and what I remember most about her was that she ALWAYS had a genuine lovely smile for the person she was talking to. She's another one I'll miss saying hello to at our reunion.
Bobby left us way too young. He was a great guy and good friend who drank a bit too much. I know this because I spent too many nights sharing beer with him. I heard he died in a fire shortly after graduation. I was far away serving in the Corps.
Mardi was an amazing person - always kind and interested in everyone. She frequently helped me on the Class List and trying to find people for our Reunions. Watching/helping her through Cancer was one of the toughest things I've ever done. She fought an incredible fight to live long enough to see her second Grandson born. Valiant is the word to describe Mardi!
From Pat Hogan on February 13th, 2012
Mardi, We did have some fun times at your house on the water in Weymouth. I can`t believe we had so much time on our hands that we made crank calls to the local cab co. on Bridge Street. We thought it was a riot until they called back and wanted to know who we were so they could report us .......... !!!!!!!!!! you will be missed
Tom was incredibly talented as he showed us all. We were very close growing up and could talk to each other about anything. I had such a crush on him in Junior High School. I remember the dances in the ballroom. His sister, Priscilla, was in sewing with me for several years. His parents and my parents were great friends. The were so sweet together and so very devoted to each other.
His wife is just lovely. She lives in the Seabury Mansion; so, it is still in the family. I think of all of them every time I drive past the house.
From Joe Gilpin on March 5th, 2012
Some of us boarded the bus for high school at the corner of Sea and North Streets; behind that fence was the Seabury Manse. Tom was a string bean of a kid: calm, mild, polite, even genteel. He always had a smile on his face and he never had a bad word about anybody. May he rest in Peace.
I remember Dave in high school. We were not close friends, but we did fool around a bit. Dave had a heart of gold. He always was trying make people laugh and feel good. Anyone who knew Dave will tell you same. We have lost a great friend and classmate. Dave, thanks for the memories.
Jean Stonehouse, age 69, died Monday, November 25, 2014 after a brief illness, surrounded by her family. Jean devoted her life to her family and to her work at Bridgewater State University, where she served as a professor in the history department for over forty years and was a frequent commencement speaker.
Karen will be missed but not forgoten. Karen was a very special person who only thought of others. Her faith and service to God were first in her life, then came her love and devotion for her family, and finaly the caring for others. Karen was always interested in knowing how my Judy was doing fighting the cancer. Her emails were full of encouraging and comforting words. She was a very special lady. Now she is serving our Lord in heaven.
Karen and her family had just traveled to Alaska. When she got off the plane she sat down to put on lipstick. She passed away in the chair. This was a very sad day.
Since high school, Karen has been married for 44 years, mother of three daugthers, lived throughout the U. S. due to her husband's profession, been very involved in the church and many years of volunteer work. For the past years or so, Karen and her husband have been traveling the world doing God's work. What she was most proud about was her husband and three daugthers.
Rick went into the ministry after college and married my wife and I 40 years ago. He must've done a good job -- we're still happily married. I didn't see Rick very much after high school, but we corresponded at Christmas nearly every year. I reconnected with Rick after he was diagnosed with cancer about 3-4 years ago. We had a number of great conversations. He passed away in February 2010. He was a gentleman and a great guy.
Judy and I were very close friends all through High School and after for several years; and then, she moved to California and eventually never heard from her again. I finally tracked her down for our 45th Reunion and, speaking to her daughter, discovered she had died the year before.
She had a very good, successful life and raised a nice family. You can't ask for more!
From Sherryl Roman (Henley) on September 27th, 2012
I had no idea that Judy had passed. I only found out a few years ago that we were actually cousins and never knew - even being in the same class. We kept in touch briefly and unfortunately never really knew one another. Do not wait to make connections or it may be too late!
From David Blake on August 19th, 2012
judy was my sisters best friend,God bless her heart and soul.Her name was Sally Blake