Nancy Rybar

I remember Rick- who was usually called Kirby like they said.  I didn't know him well, but through intramural basketball and bowling and mutual friends.  We ran in similar circles somehow.  A bright, intelligent guy who made good grades and was always friendly and personable.  I'm sorry to hear of his passing.

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Yes- Jim was quiet and intelligent, just like you Keith.  I knew him mostly from the editorial board of the Cub Reporter- and passing so young- like so many of our classmates. Gone but not forgotten.

I knew Dale from the earliest days at Brook Park, if my memory serves me correctly, but we never ran in the same circles after that.  Always soft spoken and intelligent, I'm sorry to hear of his passing.  Rest in peace Dale.

Hey Marty- When I think of you I recall our clowning around in one or two of our classes in 8th grade I guess it was. I can't recall which class though. Guess we didn't see too much of each other then through high school. Too bad. I didn't much hang with many girls, and too many of the kids I knew are already dead. Oh well. Best wishes!

Posted on: Nov 19, 2020 at 4:49 AM

When Brad and Mike moved onto Priscilla Circle on the mid-60's our neighborhood group from across the creek up on Devington Circle and Bolton was infused with new energy. Our play games of "war" soon became equpped with real helmets and empty grenade casings from the Army Surplus store, and with Chip Ward, we filmed a short movie of our platoon making an assault on the foxhole the Stewarts had dug up on the hillside in the woods.  And our sandlot games on the open lot just west of the Priscillia Circle intensified with the new energy of the dynamic pair of brethren.  The Strausburgs bought a certain brand of cool from wherever it was they hailed- it escapes me now- and I recall a time when I heard some loud noises emanating from their direction one day- maybe a half mile off- to learn they had formed a rock and roll garage band and the lyric I kept hearing time and aain from a distance was "She's a-bout a mooover! She's a-bouuut a mooover!"    Yep, very cool!