Classmates gathered on December 13 at Twin Hills Country Club, Longmeadow, to mark the Christmas holiday and shared this photo. Jacqui Artiano Ruest provided the caption.
Classmates gathered on December 13 at Twin Hills Country Club, Longmeadow, to mark the Christmas holiday and shared this photo. Jacqui Artiano Ruest provided the caption.
The new Pope Francis Preparatory School, resulting from the merger of Holyoke Catholic and Cathedral High, opened last fall on the same location, 99 Wendover Road, as the school we attended. Much smaller footprint, however.
Classmate Nancy Thompson participated in a walk-through and shared some photos of the interior.
The foyer of the gymnasium.
Chapel
Display of the histories of Holyoke Catholic and Cathedral
Including a picture from our edition of PantherPix
Regrettably, but inevitably, the list of deceased classmates has grown longer. Classmate Ben Aleks has sent in information about the following members of the class who have died, two in 2017 and others 2013-15. They are listed on the In memoriam page with links to obituaries when they are available.
Classmate Nancy Thompson sent these photos around months ago, and I apologize for being so tardy in posting them here. I will try to do better. If you have similar photos, ones not published in PantherPix or the Cathedral Chronicle, please send them. They are treasures that deserve to be shared.
The first is members of the cast of our class play senior year, Father of the Bride, taken November 2, 1963.
Offstage was this trio.
Below are a group of classmates visiting the World’s Fair in New York, May 8, 1964.
We learned of the deaths of five classmates in 2017 and 2018.
Their names have been added to the list on our “In memoriam” page, where you can also find obituaries for them.
Please let me know by email if you know of any others. As we say on the “In memoriam” page, the deaths of classmates and friends are a regrettable but inevitable feature of our lives now.
Joe DeCaro Fitzgerald gave the following eulogy for John Cardano at a memorial service on June 27, 2018:
“John and I first met through an odd circumstance: I had gotten into a fight at our parochial high school and, given the option of suspension or the wrestling team, I chose the latter.
“John was the winning ‘ying’ to my losing ‘yang,’ As I could never gather enough dislike for any opponent to confidently fight on a wrestling mat!
“Outside of school, a small cadre of friends developed, of multi-cultured backgrounds: Mike Arpaio, Attilio Cardaropoli, Don Ferrarone, Rich Romboletti, and Joe DeCaro (Fitzgerald), comprised the Italians; Frank Czernowski, the Polish; Dick Guilmette, the French; Dan Cotter and Bill Christie, the Scotch-Irish.
“We came from neighborhoods with ‘exotic’ nom de guerres — ‘Hungry Hill,’ ‘Six Corners,’ ‘South End,’ the ‘X,’ and bucolic ‘Forest Park.’
“Being a time of concupiscence, they explored their awakenings at the Cardano cottage on Lake Thompson.
“I say ‘they,’ since I was relegated to replacing the needle on the 78-vinyl Johnny Mathis album while who-knew-what went on in other rooms of the cottage!
“I lost track of folks after high school, catching up briefly, at John and Gloria‘s wedding.
“I headed to the Marines, returning from Vietnam prior to John’s deployment to the war zone, where, serving as an Army translator to a Marine unit near the DMZ, he was severely wounded during a mortar attack and awarded the Bronze Star and Purple Heart for his service.
“I was the Marine, but John was the greater warrior.
“John’s struggles with his injuries lead him on a remarkable journey of healing. In The Fabric of Health, he wrote, ‘The potential to die in health and peace demonstrates our capacity to alter our quality of life.’
“John’s survival through fourth-stage cancer, eight years ago, was fueled by a determination to see his daughters and granddaughter grow to be the extraordinary caring and loving souls they’ve become.
“John had a gift for healing mind, body, and spirit. His advice could be as hard putty, applied to sustain a crumbling wall; carefully applied, but with enough tensile strength to hold one’s spirit together in the immediate moment.
“John’s focus on health relied on the act of conscious breathing. John, our friend, once inhaling the breath of bitterness and rage from a conflict we came to abhor, filtered that air and exhaled peace, love, health, and happiness to his family, friends, and clients.
“John was a considerable man, and we miss him.”