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In June I wrote that Roy Eldridge (Hingham, Mass.) may have set some sort of record with three children and one grandchild graduating from Dartmouth. A quick response from Ed McLaughlin, who writes from Hyannis, Mass.: "Justso the record will be straight, Cis and I were fortunate enough to have four sons graduate from Dartmouth CollegeTed '70, Paul '75, Bob '76, Rick '78. As you may know, Paul was the assistant attorney general who was murdered on July 25, 1995." With that Ed sent a brochure that explains some of Paul's activities and his service in the public sector. "I thought it might be of interest to you and other members in the class," he added. The booklet, "Building a Better Life for City Kids: The McLaughlin Center," was certainly of interest to me, and I'll be happy to pass it on to others who would like to see it; just write me. Thanks, Ed, for sharing it with us.

Are there others who have children or grandchildren graduates and would like to recognize them? Let me know. An interesting letter from John Goode '43, who has a proposal for us: "...that the class of '42 purchase or commission a memorial to the memory of CharlesMilton 'Stubbie' Pearson. To my knowledge Dartmouth has never produced a man who held such promise and who had to die in combat. Class president, valedictorian, and captain of both football and basketball... if only a mounted photograph, suitably framed with a short description of his accomplishments as a student, with details of his death." Thanks for the idea, John. It has been passed on to our executive committee for action. Those of you who have opinions on this plan should contact President Dave Heald.Proc Page sent me an update on his health: "Just wanted to bring you up to date on my knees. I've still got both of them, both hurting like hell. When Ruth and I returned from Mexico in early March, I found out that the listlessness and tired feeling I had while visiting my son and his family in Hermosillo was because I had had congestive heart failure. There followed what seemed like an endless series of visits to my cardiologist (Bob Battle 78). I had an old pacemaker that was worn out, so I got a new one. An angiogram showed that four of the five 1989 by-passes I had were still in good shape; the fifth was occluded. Dr. Battle suggested that I get into a cardiac rehab program, but when I was taking my entry stress test, I was having severe arrhythmia and was sent immediately to the hospital. Six days later I emerged with a defibrillator (I am now double-breasted) and instructions to not raise my left arm above shoulder level for six weeks and not drive a car until the' doctor told me I could. The latter is a real pain in the butt for Ruth since we live five miles from downtown and two miles from the nearest bus lines. Means a lot of taxiing for her or isolation for me.

"Now I have passed the entry stress test for the rehab program and am going three times a week. On alternative days I try to walk as much as I can. Which brings me back to the knees. The replacements were postponed (I hope) by my cardiologist, who didn't think my heart was up to it. I sure hope I can get this done sometime in the not too distant future; it hurts like hell to walk. Have talked with Dave Heald, who has enthusiastically taken up golf and challenged me to a game when we go back to The Balsams in the fall of '99. JimRendall also called to inquire about my health. I envied him his reports on golfing in Bermuda, where he is a member of the Mid-Ocean Golf Club. The Rendalls also enjoy visiting their island home in the middle of the St. Lawrence River, which, as I recall, the Rendall family built by themselves."

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