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George Trapp
Had not checked this site for too long. Email has changed to ezeepappy@gmail.com so not seeing any posts.
very unhappy to catch up on classmates now deceased. Of course I still feel the loss of my sister in the Lord, Lois Scharfglass, the loss of Mel Kosmin, Jay Ginsburg and several others.
Now I see on the In Memory list a bunch more. Stan Brody lived at the opposite end of the block down the hill from our place. Particularly saddening is the loss of John Boyd. At Chelt Elem every boy who played lunchtime softball wanted to be on the team that had John. He lived very close to the playground on Asbury Ave. I spent hours throwing horseshoes with him, playing softball. We were opponents in Little League. He hit many balls over the fence at Sonny McGuire field off Tookany Parkway. Later we were teammates at EPJH and at CHS. John nicknamed me "speed " in honor of my low average running. He was the catcher on the fine '63 baseball team and always a really good hitter. Probably many of you remember that he and Wendy Stern were an item back then too. Another loss is Paul Mitalas. I distinctly remember the day he showed up at the bus stop for the first time. He stood off by himself smoking, distinctly out of place. Those were the days of khaki pants, penny loafers and rolled up shirt sleeves. He was wearing what we considered as dress pants, a long sleeved dress shirt buttoned at the wrists and buttoned up tight to his neck. Completing the picture were black, lace tied, " rat stabber " shoes. We had no idea where he was born or came from that day. In those days before political correctness, and assuming him to be Italian, he was nicknamed accordingly. He took it all in good humor and was soon accepted as one of the guys in the neighborhood. Like many of our mates, both he and John wound up in Vietnam.
As we near 80 the list will expand even more quickly, an unwelcome certainty.
As always, I wish each of you every blessing.
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