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02/05/19 03:08 PM #1564    

Sunny Ingber (Drohan)

I was so saddened when I first heard about his demise. Such a long fall from grace. The times they were achanging  

He had a smile that would drive to insanity. And of course those eyes. I remember being in Jr High, he would take my hand and kiss it ever so lightly. Of course he had me at the smile. Never has the pleasure of being asked out, but a girl could always dream.



02/06/19 08:53 PM #1565    

Jerry Chonin

I really feel stupid or maybe just totally detached, but who is Fred Rosenberg? I looked in the year book and he wasn't in our class. I am a simple human who hasen't written a book, I haven't traveled around the world, nor have I found the cure for cancer. (I am still working on that last item.)  On the plus side I have loved and been loved by the same person for the last almost 40 years. We have made the most perfect life we could hope for. We took care of two sets of parents until their deaths, and we look in the mirror and say "we did good". 

I don't remember some of you and others I will never forget, no matter how hard I try. lol

At this stage of my life all of the philosophical retrospecting is too pompass for me. Please excuse the misspelling. Let's just try to keep it real and not get so deep. We are all too old for that. There is more behind us than there is ahead.

Thanks for letting me vent. Cocktail hour went into overtime.

Love you all. (Those I remember anyway.)

02/07/19 07:06 AM #1566    

Susan Pomerantz

Fred did not  finish school with us because  his parents put him in military school.

02/07/19 12:30 PM #1567    

Susan Fishman (Orlins)

Jerry one of the things I remember about you is that you were an amazing dancer! I've done a lot of swing dancing/jitterbugging and I'm not sure I've had a dance partner with your grace, pacing, and rhythm.

02/09/19 04:33 PM #1568    

Elaine Griffin (Mott)

Jerry, we didn’t  know each other very well.  I remember you being a very caring person, who always had time for everyone.  And, Yes, you took pride in your Dancing.

02/10/19 04:05 PM #1569    

Terri Saltzman (Cannon)

Dear Jerry, you were adorable and sweet then you are adorable and kind now. So happy to call you a friend! Terri Saltzman Cannon



04/07/19 10:46 PM #1570    


Marilyn Ford (Evans)

Hello to all Class of 63,

Just checking to to find out if another class reunion is in the works.

It has been 6 years and I do hope Tommy is doing well. If anyone

knows anything check into web sight with information.




04/08/19 07:32 AM #1571    


Janet Hoffman

 what a great idea!

04/08/19 02:41 PM #1572    

Lois Ehrlich-Scharfglass (Scharfglass)

Hi, Marilyn!  Great to see you.  I haven't heard anything about another '63 reunion.  I wouldn't be able to attend because Marty is suffering from dementia and traveling is difficult & potentially dangerous; we're in New Mexico and a trip of that length would likely unhinge him.  But after watching an infomercial on very late-night TV last week & immersing myself in music from the early 60s (crying a lot, too!), memories of CHS and our class came flooding back... I hope that it won't be long before everyone can get together again.  Hugs to all the '63 Chelts who see this!

04/09/19 12:25 PM #1573    

Sunny Ingber (Drohan)

Lois, I know I speak for all, when I say I am so very sorry your husband is going through this. I pray that more research will eventually help those who suffer from this. I am sure as a care giver, it falls on your shoulders. Very tough. Stay as healthy as you can and it if gets too bad, I hope you have people to help you. 

Sunny Ingber Drohan

04/09/19 02:35 PM #1574    

Michael Tabas

So sad to learn of the dementia, my family is suffering from it too.  It seems the longer we live, the tougher it gets.  Getting old id not for sissies!  For us lucky ones, below is an interesting piece about reaching 70 written by Mark Twain.  I reduced it to 8 points so it could fit here (open it in Word and make the font big enough to read, even without glasses...)

The seventieth birthday! It is the time of life when you arrive at a new and awful dignity; when you may throw aside the decent reserves which have oppressed you for a generation and stand unafraid and unabashed upon your seven-terraced summit and look down and teach -- unrebuked. You can tell the world how you got there. It is what they all do. You shall never get tired of telling by what delicate arts and deep moralities you climbed up to that great place. You will explain the process and dwell on the particulars with senile rapture. I have been anxious to explain my own system this long time, and now at last I have the right.

I have achieved my seventy years in the usual way: by sticking strictly to a scheme of life which would kill anybody else. It sounds like an exaggeration, but that is really the common rule for attaining to old age. When we examine the programme of any of these garrulous old people we always find that the habits which have preserved them would have decayed us; that the way of life which enabled them to live upon the property of their heirs so long, as Mr. Choate says, would have put us out of commission ahead of time. I will offer here, as a sound maxim, this: That we can't reach old age by another man's road.

I will now teach, offering my way of life to whomsoever desires to commit suicide by the scheme which has enabled me to beat the doctor and the hangman for seventy years. Some of the details may sound untrue, but they are not. I am not here to deceive; I am here to teach.

We have no permanent habits until we are forty. Then they begin to harden, presently they petrify, then business begins. Since forty I have been regular about going to bed and getting up -- and that is one of the main things. I have made it a rule to go to bed when there wasn't anybody left to sit up with; and I have made it a rule to get up when I had to. This has resulted in an unswerving regularity of irregularity. It has saved me sound, but it would injure another person.

In the matter of diet -- which is another main thing -- I have been persistently strict in sticking to the things which didn't agree with me until one or the other of us got the best of it. Until lately I got the best of it myself. But last spring I stopped frolicking with mince-pie after midnight; up to then I had always believed it wasn't loaded. For thirty years I have taken coffee and bread at eight in the morning, and no bite nor sup until seven-thirty in the evening. Eleven hours. That is all right for me, and is wholesome, because I have never had a headache in my life, but headachy people would not reach seventy comfortably by that road, and they would be foolish to try it. And I wish to urge upon you this -- which I think is wisdom -- that if you find you can't make seventy by any but an uncomfortable road, don't you go. When they take off the Pullman and retire you to the rancid smoker, put on your things, count your checks, and get out at the first way station where there's a cemetery.

I have made it a rule never to smoke more than one cigar at a time. I have no other restriction as regards smoking. I do not know just when I began to smoke, I only know that it was in my father's lifetime, and that I was discreet. He passed from this life early in 1847, when I was a shade past eleven; ever since then I have smoked publicly. As an example to others, and not that I care for moderation myself, it has always been my rule never to smoke when asleep, and never to refrain when awake. It is a good rule. I mean, for me; but some of you know quite well that it wouldn't answer for everybody that's trying to get to be seventy.

I smoke in bed until I have to go to sleep; I wake up in the night, sometimes once, sometimes twice, sometimes three times, and I never waste any of these opportunities to smoke. This habit is so old and dear and precious to me that I would feel as you, sir, would feel if you should lose the only moral you've got -- meaning the chairman -- if you've got one: I am making no charges. I will grant, here, that I have stopped smoking now and then, for a few months at a time, but it was not on principle, it was only to show off; it was to pulverize those critics who said I was a slave to my habits and couldn't break my bonds.

To-day it is all of sixty years since I began to smoke the limit. I have never bought cigars with life-belts around them. I early found that those were too expensive for me. I have always bought cheap cigars -- reasonably cheap, at any rate. Sixty years ago they cost me four dollars a barrel, but my taste has improved, latterly, and I pay seven now. Six or seven. Seven, I think. Yes, it's seven. But that includes the barrel. I often have smoking-parties at my house; but the people that come have always just taken the pledge. I wonder why that is?

As for drinking, I have no rule about that. When the others drink I like to help, otherwise I remain dry, by habit and preference. This dryness does not hurt me, but it could easily hurt you, because you are different. You let it alone.

Since I was seven years old I have seldom taken a dose of medicine, and have still seldomer needed one. But up to seven I lived exclusively on allopathic medicines. Not that I needed them, for I don't think I did; it was for economy; my father took a drug-store for a debt, and it made cod-liver oil cheaper than the other breakfast foods. We had nine barrels of it, and it lasted me seven years. Then I was weaned. The rest of the family had to get along with rhubarb and ipecac and such things, because I was the pet. I was the first Standard Oil Trust. I had it all. By the time the drug-store was exhausted my health was established, and there has never been much the matter with me since. But you know very well it would be foolish for the average child to start for seventy on that basis. It happened to be just the thing for me, but that was merely an accident; it couldn't happen again in a century.

I have never taken any exercise, except sleeping and resting, and I never intend to take any. Exercise is loathsome. And it cannot be any benefit when you are tired; and I was always tired. But let another person try my way, and see where he will come out.

I desire now to repeat and emphasize that maxim: We can't reach old age by another man's road. My habits protect my life, but they would assassinate you.

I have lived a severely moral life. But it would be a mistake for other people to try that, or for me to recommend it. Very few would succeed: you have to have a perfectly colossal stock of morals; and you can't get them on a margin; you have to have the whole thing, and put them in your box. Morals are an acquirement -- like music, like a foreign language, like piety, poker, paralysis -- no man is born with them. I wasn't myself, I started poor. I hadn't a single moral. There is hardly a man in this house that is poorer than I was then. Yes, I started like that -- the world before me, not a moral in the slot. Not even an insurance moral. I can remember the first one I ever got. I can remember the landscape, the weather, the -- I can remember how everything looked. It was an old moral, an old second-hand moral, all out of repair, and didn't fit, anyway. But if you are careful with a thing like that, and keep it in a dry place, and save it for processions, and Chautauquas, and World's Fairs, and so on, and disinfect it now and then, and give it a fresh coat of whitewash once in a while, you will be surprised to see how well she will last and how long she will keep sweet, or at least inoffensive. When I got that mouldy old moral, she had stopped growing,because she hadn't any exercise; but I worked her hard, I worked her Sundays and all. Under this cultivation she waxed in might and stature beyond belief, and served me well and was my pride and joy for sixty-three years; then she got to associating with insurance presidents, and lost flesh and character, and was a sorrow to look at and no longer competent for business. She was a great loss to me. Yet not all loss. I sold her -- ah, pathetic skeleton, as she was -- I sold her to Leopold, the pirate King of Belgium; he sold her to our Metropolitan Museum, and it was very glad to get her, for without a rag on, she stands 57 feet long and 16 feet high, and they think she's a brontosaur. Well, she looks it. They believe it will take nineteen geological periods to breed her match.

Morals are of inestimable value, for every man is born crammed with sin microbes, and the only thing that can extirpate these sin microbes is morals. Now you take a sterilized Christian -- I mean, you take the sterilized Christian, for there's only one. Dear sir, I wish you wouldn't look at me like that.

Threescore years and ten!

It is the Scriptural statute of limitations. After that, you owe no active duties; for you the strenuous life is over. You are a time-expired man, to use Kipling's military phrase: You have served your term, well or less well, and you are mustered out. You are become an honorary member of the republic, you are emancipated, compulsions are not for you, nor any bugle-call but "lights out." You pay the time-worn duty bills if you choose, or decline if you prefer -- and without prejudice -- for they are not legally collectable.

The previous-engagement plea, which in forty years has cost you so many twinges, you can lay aside forever, on this side of the grave you will never need it again. If you shrink at thought of night, and winter, and the late home-coming from the banquet and the lights and the laughter through the deserted streets -- a desolation which would not remind you now, as for a generation it did, that your friends are sleeping, and you must creep in a-tiptoe and not disturb them, but would only remind you that you need not tiptoe, you can never disturb them more -- if you shrink at thought of these things, you need only reply, "Your invitation honors me, and pleases me because you still keep me in your remembrance, but I am seventy; seventy, and would nestle in the chimney-corner, and smoke my pipe, and read my book, and take my rest, wishing you well in all affection, and that when you in your return shall arrive at pier No. 70 you may step aboard your waiting ship with a reconciled spirit, and lay your course toward the sinking sun with a contented heart.


04/09/19 04:52 PM #1575    

Jerry Chonin

Maybe my most recent life changer is making me more cynical than before. To those of you who know me, if that’s possible. Early in March I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I am now classified as a survivor even though I haven’t begun chemo yet. I am home for about 8 weeks until that begins. I have to build my strength. Fortunately I was a candidate for Whipple Surgery. Look that up if you dare. All that I really wanted to say was that if another reunion is scheduled after my 6 months of chemo and the location is up here, I would love to see you all. Please pray for me and wish me well. Also kiss your spouse. 

04/09/19 08:53 PM #1576    

Jay Ginsburg

Jerry, I’m so sorry to hear about your illness.  Let’s hope you make a full recovery. 

Be well, old friend,


04/10/19 11:50 AM #1577    

Susan Fishman (Orlins)

Jerry, please put me on your reunion dance card. Can't wait to jitterbug with you!


04/10/19 11:53 AM #1578    

Susan Fishman (Orlins)

Lois, I second Sunny's heartfelt response. All the best to you!

04/10/19 02:06 PM #1579    

Sheryl Frost (Sherman)

Jerry Chonin--I am praying for you.  Love, Sheryl Frost Sherman


04/10/19 07:02 PM #1580    

George Trapp

Jerry ... Glad this cancer was caught at a stage you are eligible for Whipple. A friend at church had the procedure two years ago and has done OK thus far. Will pray that you quickly reach the strength level you mentioned so the surgery can proceed. ... George Trapp

04/11/19 08:41 AM #1581    

Marsha Dishler

Jerry you are in my prayers and i send love your way.

04/11/19 09:21 AM #1582    

Michael Shore

Jerry I had the whipple surgery 13 years ago and recovered well from it.  Do a lot of walking prior to the surgery, and as soon as you are able after-GOOD LUCK

04/11/19 02:20 PM #1583    

Jerry Chonin

I had the surgery March 19th. I am in the process of eating and walking to build my strength so I can withstand the chemo. Mike, thanks for sharing. I can’t hear enough of people who have had the surgery and have survived. There is an aggressive chemo that my surgeon wants for me. My new mantra is “a little bit better every day “. Thanx for all of the well wishes. 

05/17/19 09:01 PM #1584    


Lucy Gilbert (Rhoda)

Words cannot describe my shock and sadness when I was informed of Anita Gutnick Greenwald's death.  A mutual friend of ours said she died on May 8th following a car accident.

Living in Macon, Georgia, with her husband Herb, she had 2 sons and 2 grandchildren. Anita was very active in many professional, educational, and charitable organizations.  

I remember her smile and spirit.  And, let's not forget her red hair !!!  She was such a bright, sweet person, whom I found to be kind to me and others.

She was taken too soon and will be missed.

05/18/19 11:45 AM #1585    

George Trapp



Am sorry to learn of Anita's untimely passing. It's difficult enough to navigate the health challenges so common at our age so it is unfortunate that someone is gone from some cause likely preventable. Still I'm pretty sure that most of us have survived ourselves'and others' careless driving by the grace of God.  ---- Jeryy, how goes it for you ?



05/19/19 01:54 PM #1586    

Sunny Ingber (Drohan)

I am so alarmed that one of our classmates, Anita Gutnick, died so unexpectedly. It’s so sad for her family. I can not imagine what they must be going through. She was such a sweet person  I remember her helping me with with a technical problem some years ago. It was so thoughtful of her to take the time.

My prayers are that her family finds strength to deal with this tragedy. 

Sunny Ingber Drohan

05/19/19 01:58 PM #1587    

Sunny Ingber (Drohan)

Jerry Chonin, I was thinking about your situation with your illness and how you are dealing with it. You are so brave to go through this procedure to rid yourself of this horrendous disease.   My prayers are that you will beat this and come back stronger. We all are rooting for you. 

05/19/19 06:26 PM #1588    

Susan Abrams (Pelleg)

Anita Gutnick Greenwald was a good friend of mine.  Our families friendship goes back three generations.  Anita was the maid of honor at my wedding  55 years ago.  I can't tell you how shocked I was to hear about her death.  May her memory be for a blessing.

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