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E J Brown Elementary School
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1st Grade Brown School
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Jefferson Elementary School


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Jefferson 1954
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Jefferson 1958-1959
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Jefferson 1959-1960
The following Loos photos are from Lynn Weber Wilkinson

Loos Kazak Homeroom 1959-60

Top Row:
Victor Office, Boots Brown, Carl McClure, Carl Woessner, Buck Arnold, Barbara Beerman, Jeff Allen, Connie Patten,
2nd Row down: Martha Manier, ?, Kathy Wisuri, Kathy Miller, Ronnie Stonerock, ? Mr Kazak
3rd Row from top: ? Diana Bollinger, Charlotte Lewis, Linda Weber,Jan Bosworth, Jane Martin, Larry Matzik, Linda Anderson.
On the floor: I could not remember any but the kid on the far right Gary Burt

Loos Basketball Team 1959-60

Sandy Carter, Shirley Floyd, Sally Teafanov, Cathy Garber, Karen Flaherty, Marilyn Hamlin, Robin Soifer.
Center Row: Denny Koontz, Arthur Ashbaugh, John Cromer, Carl Woessner, Harley Pence,Tom Zimmerman, ?, Larry Matzen, Tim Shultz, Mr. Bradley.
Top Row: ? Paul Guston, Jeff Allen, ? John Nugent, ? Mike Fonderheit, Nick Stamas, Paul Speert, Victor Office

These Van Cleve photos were sent to us by Virginia Lake Burroughs
Van Cleve Elementary School

Middle back (4th row) - Chris Pavlakos; to his left Margie Swearingen;

3rd row, 1st next to teacher Jean Smith (deceased), 2nd in - Harold Pigg; to his right Gail Gulledge; 2nd from rt. (not including principal) - Kathy Wysong;

2nd row, 3rd from left Paul Logan; me to his right, Dana Summers to my right; Penny Wertz at end of row; Carol ? (she's been to our reunions) next to her;

Front row George Staton left (deceased - he went on to Wilbur Wright). Maybe you can ID a few more...

Mrs. L. Clippinger's Home Room Class
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Freshman Yr. 1961 Mr. R. Ziegler's Home Room
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CWHS Freshman Home Room Class
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Sophomore Year - Mr. J. Fullerton's Homeroom Class
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CWHS Jr. Year - Mr. R. Nunemacher Home Room Class
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CWHS 1963 Nunemacher Homeroom
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CWHS Mr. R. Nunemacker's Home Room
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CWHS Mr. Ben Cole's Home Room Class
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CWHS Home Room Class
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Either Jr. or Sr. Year Home Room Class at CWHS


     Below is a contribution from Ron Wiedenheft, a former student. He graduated from Brown in 1957 and CW in 1961...

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Brown School -- '53 - '54 Scheaffer
Brown School -- '54 - '55 Neff
Brown School -- '55 - '56 Gettles
Brown School -- '56 - '57 Duling
Brown School -- '56 - '57 Mills
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Mr. Richard Walters

by Magda Wilson Houtz

I was looking in the memorial section of our website and found the name of teacher Richard Walters. I am so sorry I never connected with him after high school. I believe he went on to teach college. I was lucky enough to have him for History my senior year.

This teacher had my number. He KNEW I had no interest in school and was just putting in time until I left for Miami University. So he put me to work, and work I did for him. Lots of work and study. He was great! Mr. Walters had the best personality and was a very talented teacher. His “Message TO Garcia” still is with me today.

What a wonderful soul he was. I am sure that wherever he is he has a smile and a kind word for those around him.


Mrs. Blanche Braunstein

by Robert Bluman (CW Class of ’73)

Mrs. Blanche Braunstein’s death was especially sad to me. I loved her. Her husband divorced her after which she moved to Las Vegas to live near her elderly parent. I think she moved there about 1985. She remained in Las Vegas after her Mom died and Blanche then died around 1992. She is buried in Las Vegas.

Blanche was born in 1920 and raised by a very old historical Jewish family from the Hamilton, Ohio, area. I remember going to her luxurious, sprawling brick ranch house after school one afternoon…perhaps on Tennyson Drive. Her house was only four or five years old then. Blanche answered the door in her long, silky, wildly-printed caftan, and she majestically glided through the house with me. She reminded me of a queen or nobility; I loved it!


Miss Margaret Hendrichs

by Robert Bluman (CW Class of ’73)

Miss Hendricks was my math teacher in 1969 and I was never the same after being in her class. She was already in her late 70s, a spinster who owned her own home in Riverdale off Cherry Drive near Parkwood Drive for at least 50 years. Though one can't actually say that a kid who is 14 or 15 finds an old lady absolutely beautiful, I have to admit that Margaret Hendricks must have been a ravishing beauty in her 20s through possibly her 50s. I’ve always wondered what she must have looked like when she was young. She had incredible steel-gray violet eyes, silver flowing hair, high cheek bones, was tall, noble, and elegant. She was a brilliant woman with an incredible mind. She was also a mathematical genius. She was beyond being just a "math teacher." The rumor was that she had the highest IQ of anyone in Ohio and was a subject of many studies at Wright Patterson AFB.

I remember her math class with such clarity. I was horrible in math! While taking a statistics class, no one could answer the last and hardest question in a final series of most difficult questions! No one could get the answer. Something told me that the question was a tease, that the answer was in plain sight, and that it was actually the easiest question on that page. She placed the easy question where the most difficult question should have been! Miss Hendricks told the entire class that anyone who could answer that question correctly would be rewarded with her singing in front of the class and dancing the "Jig.” What the heck is the Jig?

So there was a woman nearly 80 years old. I looked at the question and after ten minutes, I raised my hand. She looked at me and asked, "Yes, what is it, Robert? Do you have a problem?" (She must have also been thinking, “Here is that idiot again!”). I said, “Ms. Hendricks, I have the answer!” She looked at me through her thick glasses, and those beautiful eyes smiled at me and she said, "Well go ahead, Robert, I am an old lady and don't have years to wait!" I answered, " Miss Hendricks, the answer is 1 (one).” She looked at me and the entire class burst out laughing! Like, "the town's idiot has just tried to break a secret code and let’s all laugh at him!" She looked at me and started dancing and singing in front of the class…I was right! The correct answer! OMG! I think I turned RED. There she was dancing The Jig ( some bizarre version of Swan Lake?). Ruth Romero was sitting next to me, and behind her were the twin cheerleader girls who lived on Mt. Vernon (not identical—I loved those girls!) along with Nikki Zavakos…they and I laughed so hard that the class turned into mass hysteria! I had to get up and explain how it was answered and she said, "Y,es Robert, you are 100% correct". I was never the same again. God bless Mrs. Hendricks; she was both beautiful and awesome. (I would have given anything to know why she never married.) God rest her soul.

When Colonel White School was Dedicated on Feb. 14th, 1930, Margaret Hendricks was in Attendance ~ She was The Music Teacher (Phil Clarke)

Isabelle Treue

by Robert Bluman (CW Class of ’73)

Isabelle Treue was and still is a guiding force and an angel in my life. My parents were Holocaust survivors; and when they arrived in Dayton, Ohio (c. 1952), as broken down souls, a welcoming committee assembled by the YMCA greeted them. Isabelle was a part of that group. Additionally, my father was a chemical engineer employed at the old Dayton Rubber plant (later Dayton Tire and Rubber) on Riverview Avenue where Mrs. Treue’s husband, Robert, was also employed. Bob Treue was my Dad's boss. My sister, Lillian Bluman (CW class of 1971) and I both had Isabelle as our English teacher.

Mrs. Treue was a member of "The Church of Religious Science" (not to be confused with the Christian Scientist religion which often opposes forms of medical intervention).The Church of Religious Science promotes practical and spiritual teachings and is a metaphysical foundation religion with many applications to everyday life and its challenges. Her familiar saying, "Only good can come your way" (also in her obituary) is a testimony to this incredible human being.

Isabelle’s legacy includes rescuing high school kids who needed a reprieve from their own home lives. Kathy LeVesconte told me in 1970 how Mrs. Treue welcomed her into her home when she needed a change from living with her folks. Remember how turbulent the late 1960s were?

Isabelle lived into her 90s in the same house on Philadelphia Drive where she had lived for almost 60 years--a home decorated with antiques and family pictures. Until shortly before Mrs. Treue passed away, I often exchanged holiday cards with her, and I still treasure each and every card from her. The memory of this special woman is a blessing.

Remembering Mr. Karl Farnlacher
By Doug Holdeman

Mr. Karl Farnlacher was a long time American History teacher at Colonel White High School. I (Doug Holdeman) met Karl as a sophomore. He became a mentor and friend to many students at CW. As an educator he was a unique blend of scholarship, wit and humor.

I am amazed how many of our teachers served during World War II. Karl was also part of that “Greatest Generation.” After his military service, he graduated from Otterbein College. Strangely, this quiet, gentle man toyed with the idea of becoming a professional boxer. One pro bout, however, quickly changed his mind. Alas, pro boxing’s loss was Colonel White’s gain.

When some of us gathered at Karl’s home, he would often eagerly show off some new antique pistol he had found. His gun collection was awesome. These were the days of the Civil War Centennial. Karl would show us one of the guns while recounting how they worked and the strengths and weakness of each weapon. The history of those handguns and the period of their use came alive for us. Karl was also an accomplished pocket watch repairman.

Karl Farnlacher – proud father, devoted husband, teacher, historian, patriot, and mentor. At his funeral, the closing song was “When the Saints Go Marching In.” Undoubtedly, Karl had already marched to Heaven.

Thank you Mr. Farnlacher for your service to the students of Colonel White High School.

Story / Tribute to Mrs. Bright
By Phil Clarke

I Graduated from CWHS Class of 1970.

Unofficially, I showed up the following September, to the Choir Room. Mrs. Bright was so use to seeing me she did not think anything about it. We were practicing the musical "Jesus Christ Superstar". Mrs. Bright wanted me to sing a solo bass part, so, I sang so low, nobody could hear me (Designed on my part, so someone would not question my being there, L O L ! )

Continued on thru December, Mrs. Bright said to me, "I did not grade your report card". I replied, “I will go to the Main Office, and straighten everything out.” I headed for the nearest Exit, never to return, to her class!

I have never regretted the WONDERFUL Memories of her choir class. Thanks Mrs. Bright :~) !

Note: Mrs. Bright is still living in a nursing home suffering from Dementia as of December 2011; however, her Music is still alive and well in the hearts of her students!

It was especially hard watching the CWHS Choir/ Band Room being destroyed.

Mystery Teacher
By Phil Clarke
(This story was relayed to me about 1980.)
In his senior year a 1996 Colonel White (CW) graduate was strongly advised by the Dayton Police Department, a few judges and the CW principal to join the military. He was a likable guy, but he was running with the wrong crowd. He joined the Marines and adapted well. It did not take him long to realize that the best way to earn stripes is through education. He spent six years in the Marines, took many classes and served two tours in Vietnam. He was also stationed in Thailand and the Philippines.

Then he wised-up, as he put it, and transferred to the Air Force. More classes, more studying. Many more assignments in the states and overseas. Finally, he was stationed at Wright Patterson Air Force Base (WPAFB). He had worked hard enough and long enough to try for his Chief Master Sergeant’s test. All spring and summer he took classes on everything military, a vast amount of information to learn.

While walking to class one day, he spotted an older woman with a pleasant smile. He nodded to her, and she nodded back. He kept walking to class, thinking that he knew her from somewhere. A few days later, he spotted a small group of Vietnamese people walking the halls at WPAFB, speaking their native dialect. He was curious but continued to his classroom; he had more important things to think about. This continued all spring and summer: this older woman and this group of Vietnamese.

Finally, the day before the big test late in August, his teacher dismissed the class early because it was so hot in the classroom. He stopped a student and asked him, “How do you think you will do on this test?” The student replied honestly, “Not very well. This will be the hardest test I have ever taken.” The student left the classroom rather depressed.
As the student walked down the hallway, he looked up and saw an open classroom door. Before he reached the door, he heard a familiar voice. Immediately, he recognized the voice of that older woman! He passed the door with a big grin on his face and studied most of the night for the big test.

The following day, the student entered his classroom with the same grin. He took the test and was pleased. His teacher stopped him on his way out and said, “If I were a betting man, I would have bet you were not going to show up today. What happened to change your outlook?” The student said you would not believe it if I told you. A few days later the test results came in. This student not only passed the test but was in the top ten percent. He was promoted and, of course, received an increase in pay. He is now retired from the military with a full pension and delivering U.S. mail for the post office in San Antonio, Texas. This student will now let you know who that older, woman teacher was. If you hear an English woman speaking Vietnamese with a Russian accent, you will know it is--Fannie Chazin!

Driver’s Education: Teacher Dilemma
By Phil Clarke Class of l970
Mr. Waldo Matthews was the focus of a dilemma during the school year, 1968-69, as the Colonel White HS Driver’s Education teacher. He always seemed to be running late. From what I recall, he was also in the real estate business.

Anyway, on a very nice autumn day the class began as usual. Mr. Matthews announced that we were going to drive the almost-new 1969 Pontiac Bonneville Driver’s Ed car. With a 400 cubic inch engine, automatic transmission and beautiful interior, two other students and I were eager to go.

Mr. Matthews asked who wanted to drive first. I couldn’t wait for an invitation like that, so I slid into the driver’s seat. Mr. Matthews was in the front passenger seat. The two other students climbed into the back seat. Mr. M turned the radio on—WING: Steve Kirk in the Morning. Mr. Matthews informed us that we were going to drive on I-75 southbound. That made my heart jump with excitement! At that time I-75 construction was not finished (is it ever?), but the traffic was very, very light. While I cruised down the highway, Mr. M was relaxed and started to grade a big stack of test papers.

Everything was going great so I gently pressed the gas pedal to accelerate our speed. Mr. Matthews was so engrossed in grading his papers that he didn’t notice. So I accelerated a little more. About 30 minutes later, a funny little song came on the radio—Hot Rod Lincoln. Mr. Matthews glanced up and saw the next exit sign: Middletown! He began talking to himself out loud. He was rehearsing to himself what the principal had warned him: don’t be late to class and get the students back from their driving lessons on time!

Considering the distance we had traveled, in no way could we have gotten back in time for our next class. He doesn’t want to get a speeding ticket on I-75 because then he would really be in trouble. Plus, he knew I was driving at least 90 mph. What a dilemma! I said to him, “It was my fault for getting you into this mess. Our best solution is to let me drive back. If I get pulled over and ticketed, no one will get in trouble.”

We exited the highway and while driving down the road, Mr. Matthews turned to the students in the back seat and asked, “Is the plan was okay with you?” They answered, “GO FOR IT!” Mr. Matthews said, “Go ahead and drive and I’ll try to finish grading these papers!”

Driving northbound on I-75 to Salem Avenue, to Wabash Avenue, we arrived just in time for the next class. That grading semester I received a “B” on my report card for Driver’s Ed. Mr. Matthews never let me drive on I-75 after that, but whenever he saw me coming down the hallway at CW, he would raise his index finger above his head with a grin, make a circling motion (indicating flashing lights and a siren blaring).

I have been driving now for 40 years and have only received one speeding ticket in all that time. On December 26 I was on my way to get some milk and bread. From the top of Hillcrest Avenue, I coasted down to Main Street. At the bottom of the hill was an unmarked cruiser. He clocked me doing 38 mph in a 30-mph zone. The Dayton police officer’s name? Matthews! Amazing, isn’t it!

Updates on CW '64 Teachers


Virginia Lake Burroughs

Tom Bradrick, one of our two art teachers, retired from CW in ’87; he started his career there in ’57, the year CW was made a high school (it had been the middle school for Fairview). "That was a neat time," he says. "We wrote the alma mater and chose the mascot."

     Since retiring, he does his own art work full-time, and his ceramics can be seen regularly in regional exhibits. He recently had a piece in the Dayton Visual Arts Center’s Clay show, and now has a piece in Kettering’s Rosewood Gallery’s annual show, The View. He’s also shown in some national exhibitions.

     "I just finished a Piqua show," he said, "and I teach ceramics at Hithergreen Senior Center." He also just completed his second term as chairman of the Centerville Arts Council.Bradrick says that "clay’s my thing, and although I’ve done some commissioned pieces, I work mostly for myself." He presented a clay pot to President Clinton when he was in town, and also did a piece as a retirement gift for the superintendent of Centerville schools.

     Speaking of "gift commissions," he well remembers the bust of Mr. Whitworth, commissioned by the Class of 1965, by the well-known Dayton sculptor, Bob Keopnick.  Remember it being placed in the entranceway to the auditorium?" Well, according to Bradrick, "a kid stole it, then returned it, and it was given to Mrs. Whitworth." No one seems to know its whereabouts now (hopefully safe and sound – and appreciated - with a Whitworth), but Miss Armstrong was upset about its loss, and looked high and low for it.

     Bradrick is now married to a former Fairview Scotchette - class of ’57 (she attended CW for junior high)! "That’s strange after being so involved with the Little Colonels for so long," he said. And, of course he remembers OUR Little Colonels.

     On a sad note, he recalls Sherry Williams: "Sherry and I worked together after she graduated from college," he said. "I was supervisor of arts and crafts in the summer program of the county recreation department, and she was my assistant. She married Rick Bachelor from the recreation department, and they had a daughter. Then, she got cancer and died; it was a sad thing."
On a happy note, he recalls the class of ‘64 as "a neat year, with all you people in the art classes. I enjoyed working with you and remember we established a studio behind the study hall that year for Nick Stamas and Sally Teofanov."

     Other names from his art classes that pop out are (besides yours truly) Shirley Floyd and Mike Harbaugh (they met in his class and are married now, and Shirley teaches art at Wayne H.S.), and Tim Potter, who started a school for advertising art in Kettering. "It’s doing very well," he said of the school, and remembers Tim as "very talented but quiet."

     And who could forget the great sets that Bradrick designed and built with the help of students from his art classes? He remembers our productions: "The senior play was Skin of Our Teeth and the musical was Wonderful Town - that was a great class."

     And, speaking of Skin of our Teeth and drama, be looking for updates and memories from our drama coach, Jim Payne, which should be appearing soon - right here on our website!

     The following photos are from Tom’s gallery of personal work. He now advises a class at Hithergreen Senior Center in Washington Township where he is still inspiring and encouraging “new” students.

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Tom Bradrick is Honored

     Several months ago I sent out a letter to the alums asking for donations to purchase a slab clay roller for the Ceramics class at Hithergreen that Tom has been teaching for 17 years. This is a really necessary item for us to use and was quite pricey. As it was not in the Center’s budget we knew we would have to get the funds from somewhere. Well as you all know, I do not take no for an answer. I knew we could find the money somewhere but I was not prepared for where it came from.

     I received an e-mail from Nick Stamas and Mark Stockstill telling me that they would like to donate the roller table to Tom’s class. I was stunned. I was not expecting this amount of generosity. They were very emphatic that Tom had made such an impact on their lives that doing this for him was just one way they could extend their appreciation to him. The item was delivered to the class and on our next class day both Nick and Mark came out to the Center to see Tom. I really believe that Tom appreciated the visit more than the table. Tom was beaming, he was so happy and I know that both Nick and Mark made his day.

     I am a student in this senior class of Tom’s. I am really a novice, but I am learning so much from him. I am so happy that he was remembered in this kind and generous way. I received a few more donations and they were given to Tom to buy some supplies for the class. I will have pictures from the class and of the table as soon as I figure out my new camera!

     Thanks, Mark, Nick, Virginia and my Ed for donating to this cause.





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