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In memory of Ford Shaw.

— Michael Schwartz, RHS 2002


In loving memory of my lifelong friend, Carol Kaempfer Boyer,

on our 50th reunion.

— Laurie Stoecker Spigener


Just a note to say how much I appreciate our class reunions for a warm welcome, 

a shared memory, a bit of laughter, a grieving tear, a 60's song, a graduation photo, 

and our longtime friendships.

Love to all.

— Cathy Martin


Having sadly missed our 50th reunion, I am remembering 

those from the Class of '67 who are no longer with us.

— Marlene (Molly) Direnga Adsit


I'd like to honor Ford Shaw from the Class of 2002 who passed away in 2015. He was an amazing person in every way and embodies exactly what we look for in this scholarship. As a Caption in the Marines, he died trying to protect Americans, and that generosity of soul and selflessness was reflected every day during his days at Ridge High School. An honorable leader who strove to get involved in every way possible at Ridge, he was an extremely compassionate person who cared deeply for his friends and family, and he brought joy and laughter to the hallways of Ridge as a student. We remember him fondly and wish he was still with us today to join us at our 15 year reunion this weekend, and every day forward. 

— Alexandra Daggett

Vice Chairman of Ridge AMS

RHS Class of 2002


As a member of the Ridge High School class of 2002, I would like to honor the memory of our classmate, Ford Shaw. From his days with us at Ridge as student body president to his time serving as a decorated Captain in the Marines, Ford was a natural leader who exhibited a dedication and selflessness for which he will always be remembered. I am eternally grateful for his service to our country and he will forever be in our hearts. 

— Emily Sarokhan

Board Member of Ridge AMS

RHS Class of 2002


I’d like to remember my classmate Marine Capt. Stanford "Ford" H. Shaw III who graduated from Ridge in 2002. Ford was many things but in particular what stands out to me is how friendly, smart and witty he was - someone who put others at ease and was a leader in every sense of the word. I feel fortunate to have known him and am sorry that others will not get to. He was definitely one of the good ones. 

— Jennifer Sabella

Board Member of Ridge AMS

RHS Class of 2002


To honor the memories of our Classmates and the life-long friends, Carol Mason Schoenig and Carol Kaempher Boyer, who supported the Class of 1967 and the Ridge HS Alumni Memorial Scholarship n so many ways, They are still with us, but only in spirit.

— Anonymous


In loving memory of Carol Kaempfer Boyer, a superstar in every way.

— Anonymous


This is given in memory of Carol Kaempfer Boyer, 1967 graduate.

— Thomas Boyer


In memory of Carol Kaempfer Boyer.

— David Hayworth, Class of '67


John Wendlocher served as one of the class advisors for the RHS Class of '63 and as such is fondly remembered by our classmates. His relationship with this former students was renewed each time he attended one of our class gatherings. The last time he joined us John brought along one of his granddaughters!

I knew John first as my homeroom and math teacher, but my friendship with John and his family reached well beyond our time as students at Oak Street Jr. High and Ridge High. Over the years I stayed in touch with John, his wife Mary and their five children. This relationship proved to be a blessing for all of us.

Our paths crossed professionally when I returned to the Bernards Twp in 1970 as a teacher. At this point John, who was a member of the Child Study Team, and I renewed our relationship, this time as colleagues. John retired in 1994 and his beloved wife Mary passed away in 2003. Several of my friends from the school district and I remained in touch with John, enjoying the chance visits gave us to reminisce about "the old days" and catch up on the latest news about his children and grandchildren. John passed away October 4, 2012, but I continue to treasure the memories I have of him as my teacher, my colleague and my friend. 

— Nancy J. Schumann, Class of '63


Ridge AMS thanks the RHS Class of 1965 for its 50th reunion contribution:

This 2015 donation is from Ridge High School graduates of 1965


In memory of Alan Brown, '68. A power swimmer and trumpet player in his early years,

RHS organizer in his later years. His good humor and friendship will be missed.

— Eric and Eileen (Wall) Mundorff


In loving memory of Carol Mason Schoenig and Pete Hall.

— Anonymous


Memories of ol' Ridge High seem to become more precious with time,

yet somehow fleeting.

— Doug Ward, RHS '67


In memory of Carol Mason Schoenig.

— Joanne Gelling Bauer, RHS '67


In loving memory of our lifelong friend, Carol Mason Schoenig. Rest in peace, knowing your time on this earth was well spent.

Until we meet again,

Richard and Helen Ike, RHS '63 and '67


In honor and memory of Carol Mason Schoenig from the Gold/Ruoff family.


In recognition of the nearly 50 years of leadership that Carol Mason Schoenig provided the Class of '67 and Ridge High School. Without her, like many other classes we would have dispersed and lacked the cohesion to create the Ridge High School Alumni Memorial Scholarship Fund, now the largest in school awards to students.

- Stu Rickerson, RHS '67


In memory of Carol Mason Schoenig, RHS '67. Thank you for putting your arms around our entire class and always making each and every one of us feel cared for. We will miss you.

- Mary Berger Chin, RHS '67


In loving memory of Carol Lynn Schoenig, adored teacher of Vermont toddlers.

- Jennifer Loros and Jay Dunlap


In memory of Carol Schoenig.

- Donald Morrison


In memory of Carol Mason Schoenig, RHS Class of 1967, one extraordinary life that touched so many others. Our memories are so precious that they are wrapped in love and stored safely in our hearts forever. 

With our most heartfelt sympathy to Joe, Chris and Jen, and their beautiful daughters,

Jeanne and John Surdi


For Carol Mason Schoenig, our '67 president and community organizer. With love in our hearts, we'll see you on the other side. Keep the wine chilled!

- Eric  and Eileen Mundorff


In memory of my good friend, Carol Mason Schoenig, who passed away 11/18/14.

She will be missed dearly.

- Gina Kalvin, RHS '67


In memory of our inspirational leader and Red Devil of the class of '67, Carol Mason Schoenig.

She will be greatly missed.

- Marlene (Molly) Direnga Adsit, RHS '67


In memory of Jack Welch,

the love of my life,

and in memory of Carol Schoenig,

a fellow devil

but really an angel

every day of her life.

I have been blessed to love

both of these wonderful RHS alums!

- Judith Logan Welch, RHS '65


I am so very sad to report the passing of Carol Mason Schoenig, RHS '67, Class President, Red Devil mascot, and a founding Board member of the Ridge Alumni Memorial Scholarship.

For nearly 50 years, Carol orchestrated wonderful reunions for the Class of '67. While gathering together every five years under Carol's leadership, Ridge AMS was born. She was the sensible heart of this undertaking. She is irreplaceable.

Carol spent her career as a pre-school teacher, staging extraordinary adventures for "her kids," with
costumes, props, language lessons, and food that took her little students to faraway lands and
imaginary adventures. She's pictured here with one of her young charges.

Carol's difficult health struggle over the last few years was eased by the care and devotion of her husband, Joe Schoenig, RHS '65. Their love has been a model of
care and affection. The Board of Trustees of Ridge Alumni Memorial Scholarship sends its sincere sympathy to Joe, to Carol's son Christian and his wife Jen, and to the three beautiful granddaughters whom Carol adored.

Always generous, Carol requested that in lieu of flowers or other memorials, she be remembered with donations to Ridge AMS. She was an angel among us, and we are grateful for her friendship, enthusiasm, leadership and kindness. 

- Jane Cullinan, RHS '67
Patrick J. Tuohy, Sr. of Basking Ridge died on Thursday, January 16, 2013.

His family requested that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the Ridge Alumni Memorial Scholarship in

his memory. Ridge AMS organizers are deeply grateful to the Tuohy family for remembering Mr. Tuohy's

fondness for  the scholarship project, and especially for its past recipients, at this difficult time.

Messages accompanying contributions to the Patrick J. Tuohy Fund follow:

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy, a wonderful person who brought laughter, joy and warmth
    into the lives of those who had the pleasure of knowing him.
                                                                    — Lynn and David Gockel

    In memory of our good friend, Patrick Tuohy. You will be forever in our hearts.
                                                                    — Joseph Syage

    Our love and prayers to out to the Tuohy family in the loss of their loving husband and father.
                                                                    — love from the Colbertaldo family

    Patrick was a wonderful guy. He will be missed by many. Please accept this gift on behalf of
    Cardinal Investment Advisors.                    — Rick Beard

    Sue, Shannon, and PJ, our condolences on the loss of your husband and father, Patrick Tuohy.
    He will be missed.                                    — The Sherwyn family

    Our deepest sympathies to the Tuohy family.
                                                                    — Ellen, Bill, Daniel and Ilana Marks

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy — a special man and father who lives on in our dear friend, P.J.
                                                                    — The Catucci family

    This donation is given in memory of our friend Patrick J. Tuohy.
                                                                    — The Gus Diaz family   

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy.                        — The Aaron family

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy, Sr.                — Aunt Bam, Uncle Ray and family

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy.                    — Kelly Rimshnick

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy.                        — Michael and Jackie Fuchs

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy.                        — Ann and Bill Van Ness

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy.                        — Jeff and Sandy Scott

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy.                    — Robert and Jean O'Connell

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy.                    — Shaun and Andrea Byrnes

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy.                        — Lee and Debbie Becker

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy, Sr.                — Edward Gentile
    In memory of Patrick Tuohy from his friends at LAMMICO.

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy, Sr.                — PIAA

    We are donating on behalf of the Patrick J. Tuohy Fund. He will truly be missed.
                                                                    — from his friends at NAICO and the LaGere family

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy.                        — Gillian and Stephen Graham

    In memory of Patrick Tuohy. We will always miss you.
                                                                    — Michael and Clare D'Addario

    In honor of Patrick Tuohy.                            — The Hobsons

    In memory of our friend, Patrick Tuohy, Sr.    — Anonymous

    In memory of Patrick J. Tuohy.                    — Rockingham Group


The Class of 1968 is honored to send this contribution to the Ridge AMS program.

We would like to honor our fellow classmates who are no longer with us in body but most certainly

in our hearts and our minds. May the recipients of these scholarships reach for the stars and realize

their dreams and their goals and have a Blessed life. All our best from the Class of '68.

                                                                    — Susan (RHS '68) and Richard (RHS '65) Schumann

This money is from donations made in conjunction with the RHS Class of 1968 45 year reunion. We are please to be able to contribute to the Ridge AMS to help Ridge High seniors realize their goals.

                                                                       — Susan Barbour on behalf of RHS Class of 1968

    In memory of John Peterson, who gave his life for our country, and in memory of those we have lost from the Class of 1968.                            — Marcie McNelis, RHS '68

    In memory of my fallen classmates on the occasion of our 45th reunion. I wish that you call coule be here with us to celebrate life! Through this scholarship may your spirit be kept alive by allowing these young adults to achieve their goals!        — Sue Rooney Barbour, Class of 1968

    In memory of John Peterson and all of the Ridge High alumni from the class of '67 and '68 who have left us far too soon.                                — Anonymous, Class of 1968

    I am inspired by the stories of the scholarship recipients and by my warm memories of RHS friends who have passed.                                            — Stuart Allen, '69

    In memory of Johnny Peterson who was determined to make the best of the hand life dealt him. Gone far too young but not forgotten.                — Debbie States, Class of 1968

In memory of Jack Welch, Class of 1965, Jack passed away Tuesday, June 25, 2013, two days after his 66th birthday and doing something he loved…playing golf.  Jack died loved by all who were lucky enough to know him and call him a friend, a boss, co-worker, a fellow church member, a father, a son, a brother and, most importantly, a husband. Jack was well known in Basking Ridge for his community service and many successful restaurants…The Store, Bamboo Grille, Famished Frog, Thirsty Turtle…to name just a few. However, he was happiest being with his "bride" of less than three years, Judi Logan Welch, who was also a fellow member of the Class of 1965. Jack was a generous supporter of Ridge AMS, donating trays of food every year for the reception we held for each year's scholarship winner. My husband, Joe (Class of 1965), and I had lunch with Jack and Judi just three weeks before his death at Bamboo Grille and, as always, Jack was full of life and laughter and love for Judi and their life together. Joe and I will miss our good friend and will forever treasure the wonderful memories of a truly remarkable man. You will always have a place in our hearts. - Carol Mason Schoenig.  RHS '67.

In memory of Barbara (Bunny) Bohl.  I admire her positive and enthusiastic view on life as she managed serious health issues.  I miss her. - Cathy-Martin Urbanek, RHS '67.

In memory of Glen Apgar, Barbara Bohl, David Earp, Hester Froehllig, John Gambrill, Janice Hotaling, and John Peterson, Class of 1967. - David Hayworth, RHS '67.
In memory of John Peterson, a kind soul, a caring, gentle classmate, a hero who gave his all ... a life extinguished far too soon. - Marcie McNelis, RHS '68

Let each become all he or she is capable of being.
 - Susan Rooney Barbour, RHS '68.

In memory of John Peterson. To say I was overwhelmed by emotion as I read [about Ridge AMS] cannot describe what I was feeling. Forty years just melted away in the blink of an eye. Of course I knew Johnnie was popular and well liked by his classmates, but to know he had inspired in them such a heartfelt endeavor left me stunned.

For forty years it has saddened and angered me that such a vibrant spirit was snuffed out before he really had a chance to live ... so many talents he could never pursue or develop; so much love he couldn't share. I would sometimes watch him with the little kids at [Bonnie Brae] Farm as he tried to guide or help them ... kids who had no one to love or encourage them. I know he would be so honored and proud, as I am, that he helped inspire the feelings in others to create Ridge AMS. And, for the first time since Johnnie was killed, his death makes sense to me. For that, I thank [the founders of Ridge AMS and your classmates from the bottom or my heart.

I am also deeply grateful that after all this time, you were kind enough to contact me and include me in your endeavor. Please know that ... I am with all of you in spirit. Johnnie will always live on in my heart, and to know that he lives on in the heart of others as well, has given meaning to his death. All of us walk this earth, no matter how briefly, for a purpose. To touch the hearts of others is the greatest purpose of all. Thank you for what you have done. -                                                                 Noreen Cerino, RHS Class of 1969.

Note: The preceding is the text of a letter from Noreen Cerino received by the the founders of Ridge AMS in 2007. Noreen was engaged to John Peterson at the time of his death.


In memory of Harry Bush, RHS teacher and football coach, 1965 - 1988.   Before Harry Bush, the football prospects at Ridge were meager at best, mostly because the coaching tenure at Ridge looked like a revolving door.

There was Athletic Director Sam Moyer for the first few years after the separation from Bernards High. He had some really good athletes who were in the "skill positions," like Guy Ketch ‘63 and Fred Legband ‘65, but most of the "big men" were on the BHS side of the borderline, and he was too busy with his administrative duties. Sam's tenure was followed by one-year stints by Bill Clark and Don Wernes, who were opposites in nearly every respect from a student’s perspective.

When Coach Bush was named Head Coach in the Fall of 1965, some players wondered how long his assignment would last. The cynical bet was another one-year stint. Some guys adjusted their commitment levels accordingly, especially that first year. How very wrong they were.

Coach Bush turned out to be a great guy to play for, he understood high school players and their aspirations and, as we came to see soon enough, he realized that creating a stable environment was the first and perhaps most important step to building a winning culture for football at Ridge High. We only wish he had come along a few years earlier so his system could have been fully ingrained into Ridge High football culture throughout our years there. You just have to look at what he did in the years that followed to see what a difference he and his approach made.

Yes, Coach Bush was hampered in those early years by the lack of numbers and the lack of size. With only about 100 students in each class (not the 300 or 400 of subsequent years), just mustering enough players to field a team was his first challenge. The only thing saving Ridge on that score was how few other competing activities were around back then. It was Cross Country, Football or Band. On Coach Bush's first teams the pulling guards weighed 137 and 145 pounds respectively. They were up against defensive tackles and linebackers from Bound Brook, Manville and Bernards who routinely outweighed them by 100 pounds or more. The fullbacks at Watchung Hills, South Brunswick and Bernards weighed more than anyone on Ridge! Somehow, what Harry taught occasionally worked to produce a big gain.  Somehow Ridge won more games than it lost even at the beginning, and nearly pulled out a win against a far superior team in the Thanksgiving game against Bernards in 1966, Harry's second.

Coach Bush brought with him an enthusiasm for competition that was infectious, and analytical skills that were needed to dissect the other team. His players and students owe Coach Bush a great deal. He helped many of us find our wings, learn how to fly high, and succeed in later life even when the odds seemed stacked against us. His visits to our Class of 1967 Reunions were always a high point of these quinquennial weekends. He was as eager to seek out his former History students as he was to reunite with his players, and retained remarkable recall for academic performance as well as athletic feats. Coach Bush will be deeply missed when we gather again in October 2012 for our 45th. The lessons he taught will be talked about when Classes from “The Bush Years” gather in the years to come.

Coach Bush will always be watching to see if his players give it their all, outthink their opposition even if they can’t outmuscle them, and come off the field winners whatever the final score on that day might be. - Anonymous, RHS Class of 1967.


In memory of Bunny Bohl, Class of 1967. Compassionate, loving, forever positive, true to herself and her values, Bunny was my friend for many years. Even though we were never enrolled in the same class, we rode the same school bus from junior high until graduation and spent much of our time outside of school together. I have fond memories of camping out and sleepovers; playing games like hide-and-seek, badminton, and monopoly; sledding/tobogganing in the winter; pining over Dr. Kildare (she had a pillowcase with his picture on it) and Ben Casey; eating gingersnap and whipped cream treats in her mom's kitchen; running a playschool together in my driveway for two summers; and just enjoying each other's company as good friends do. But, as often happens after graduation, we lost touch for a period of time. Later, we began exchanging Christmas cards, updating each other on our families and working through photos and letters stuffed inside. When she shared her struggle with cancer, I sent her my blonde wigs and turbans, hoping they would make life easier. Unfortunately, she lost her battle, but she fought valiantly and never complained. She never blamed her situation on anyone; indeed, she thought she was lucky in life. Bunny loved Harry, her husband, and their two talented children so much and was so proud of their accomplishments; she gushed over the work Harry did on their house in New Hampshire and delighted in her children as they grew older and eventually found their calling. Loving wife and mother, daughter and sister, nurse, librarian, friend...Bunny found her calling in life, too, and those of us who knew her are better off because of the example she set and the life she led - Sherryl (Haring) Cerra,RHS Class of 1967.

In memory of Bunny Bohl, Class of 1967. - Anonymous.
In memory of Glenn Apgar, Barbara Bohl, david Earp, Hester Froehlig, John Gambrill, Janice Hotaling, and John Peterson, Class of 1967. 
                                        - David Hayworth, RHS Class of 1967.

We remember you proudly. - Francesco Pagano, retired RHS teacher.
I served in the Bernards Township School System for 37 years, as physical education teacher,  coach, and Athletic Director.  This is in memory of three students from RHS who lost their lives in Vietnam: John Peterson, Tom Ike and Brendan Kearns.  I had a flag placed in the gym in their memory in 1973.
                                        - Lawrence A. Smith, retired RHS teacher.
From Ridge's first graduating class in appreciation and in recognition of my brothers, Paul and Stuart. - Bruce Rickerson, RHS Class of 1962.

With thanks to Susan Carlsson of the Bernards Township Education Foundation for her voluntary efforts in support of the Ridge Alumni Memorial Scholarship.

                         - Fred Cwerner and Beverly Darvin, Basking Ridge.

In memory of Jane E. Seibert, 1945 - 2006, RHS Class of 1963. Janie Seibert arrived in Basking Ridge during high school, quickly settling into the life of the community and hearts of her friends. She knew the value of good friends, old and new, recognizing that maintaining friendships is not always easy over time and space. Janie loved her family intensely. She expressed great joy and pride in the accomplishments of her brother and sisters as well as her three young nieces. Janie faced the loss of loved ones and carried on despite the heartache this caused, smiling through her tears. She found solace in her faith and kept the memory of her family alive in her heart and mind. Jane was gone too soon and too quickly, but her friends from the Class of 1963 and other walks of life are reassured by the knowledge that she is now at peace with her family: father Henry; mother Peg; brother Richard (Bernards High School '60, killed in Vietnam in 1968); sisters Judith Seibert Kash (RHS 1976, deceased 1997) and Virginia Seibert Price (RHS 1973, deceased 1998). - Nancy J. Schumann, RHS Class of 1963.

In memory of Alfred T. Paulsen. Mr. Paulsen served as a teacher of French and Spanish at Ridge High School in the 1960s. During his years in Bernards Township he left a lasting impression on staff and students alike. "El Gran Senor" set high academic and behavioral standards and elicited respect (and yes, a little fear) among those of us who studied with him. For some of us he also instilled a love of foreign languages which extended beyond to college and careers in this field of study. He kept in contact with some of us after he left Ridge for a job at Whippany High and expressed encouragement and great joy in our accomplishments. It wasn't until after he died in November of 2007 that I learned he had saved letters from his former students spanning the full length of his teaching career. His widow Jan returned my letters, which I enjoyed reading. I realized anew the influence Al Paulsen had on me as a teacher and later as a friend. Given the fact that I had always sworn I'd never teach, we both appreciated the irony of my 31 year career as an elementary school teacher in Bernards Township. Although I chose not to teach languages, Al expressed great pride in my success. I hope that I nurtured the same love of learning in my students that Al Paulsen did in me. - Nancy J. Schumann, RHS Class of 1963.

In memory of Jane Zeile, RHS Class of 1969. Too young, and too bright a light to pass so soon. - Alan Brown, RHS Class of 1968.

Note: Jane passed away on December 9, 2007. She taught at San Francisco State University. An article about her appeared in

In memory of wonderful friends and classmates who enriched my life for so many years. - Anonymous, RHS Class of 1967.

In memory of Guy Arno, RHS Class of 1969. In June 2006, the RHS Class of 1969 celebrated its 37th reunion. Unfortunately, two months later, our classmate, Guy Arno, passed away. He was a great wrestler and always fun to be with. You will be missed. - Robin Haycock Brennan, RHS Class of 1969.

In memory of all my fellow classmates who have left us, that through this scholarship new students may reach their goals. - Anonymous, RHS Class of 1967.

In memory of Johnnie Peterson, RHS Class of 1967. "Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts." - Anon. Johnnie left footprints on our hearts that will last forever! - Jo Ellen Grauerholz, RHS Class of 1967.


In loving memory of our brother, Thomas Robert Ike, RHS Class of 1965. Born November 2, 1946. Died May 25, 1967, Quang Tri Province, Viet Nam. - Richard and Helen (Forbes) Ike, RHS Class of 1963 and 1967.

Note: Marine Pfc Thomas Robert Ike is believed to have been the first fatality in the Vietnam War from the Bernards Township area. He can be found on the Vietnam War Memorial on panel 20E, line 104. There is an entry for him on The Wall-USA. Thomas Ike is buried in Holy Cross Cemetery in Basking Ridge.

It is a real pleasure to be able to honor good friends in this way. Thank you for the opportunity. - Charles M. "Chic" Day, RHS Class of 1967.

In memory of Johnnie Peterson and all of my departed fellow classmates of the Class of 1967. - Cheryl Howat Juliano, RHS Class of 1967.

I would like to add to the memories of Glenn Apgar, RHS Class of 1967. It was a delight to be reacquainted with him at our twentieth reunion, and it is a wonderful way to remember him, brimming with self-confidence, good-natured humor, and quiet pride in his accomplishments. - Jane Hancock, RHS Class of 1967.

My dear friend Glen Apgar, our childhood escapades as neighbors shaped our lives! You will always be fondly remembered. - Susan Allen, RHS Class of 1968.

To Johnnie Peterson, such a sweet flirt and my hero in uniform, your courage and bravery will forever remain in my heart. - Susan Allen, RHS Class of 1967.

I remember the warmth in each smile, the kindness in each heart: gifts that time cannot change. - Anonymous, RHS Class of 1967.

I will forever cherish the friendship of my best friend, Janice Hotaling Wilker. - Sue Meehan Hackett, RHS Class of 1967.

Hester Froelig (1949-1979), Class of 1967. I first met Hessie when she moved to the area and she went to my church in Mt. Horeb. For some reason I think she lived somewhere out in my neck of the woods and not in the Basking Ridge area. She had an older sister, Liz, and a younger sister, Jan, and a very strict least that is how I remember him at church. Hessie was the quieter of the three sisters and I always thought she was the prettiest with beautiful long reddish hair. I don’t know what her favorite foods were or who she was friends with or what she did when she graduated from Ridge High School. Somewhere along the way, years ago, I had heard that she had died in a fire...that was the urban legend...but I could never confirm it. I don’t know if it was, in fact, a fire that took her life, however, sadly, she did die in Marietta, Georgia in April 1979...just seven months shy of her 30th birthday. - Carol Mason Schoenig, RHS Class of 1967. 

Remembering old friends who live on in each of us. - Carol Mason Schoenig, RHS Class of 1967.

To the Class of 1967. - Carol Kaempfer Boyer, RHS Class of 1967.

"Never give up, never give up, never give up!" Jim Valvano. - Mark Saalfield, RHS Class of 1967.

For all those - from every class who never had the chance to reach their dreams, seize opportunities and fulfill their promise. Peace Always. - Joseph R. Brennan, RHS Class of 1967.

In memory of Janice Hotaling Wilker. Childhood sweetheart, mother to our children, Stephanie and Stacy, grandmother to Palmer and Theodore. You will never be forgotten by your family and Ridge High friends. - Jeffrey Wilker, RHS Class of 1965.

In Loving Memory, a gift from Gale. - Pete Baglio, RHS Class of 1967.

In memory of John and all the members of the Class of 1967 who have left us too soon. - Molly Direnga Adsit, RHS Class of 1967.

In tribute to John Peterson and all my classmates who have left us. I am thankful to them all for the wonderful memories of my high school years. - Roberta Fishbein (Fisher), RHS Class of 1967.

In memory of Glenn Apgar, Eric Birnbaum & David Earp. Three distinct, unique, precious personalities from The Class of 1967. - Eileen Wall Mundorff, RHS Class of 1967.

John Peterson, Class of 1967. I sat across a table from John in a cafeteria study hall one year, and we would nod hello to one another when we sat down, but we were not supposed to talk and we always had homework to do, so we mostly just toiled away on our assignments and occasionally expressed our overall feeling about all the work we had to do. One day John and I shared a giggle or two in astonishment and perverse admiration when another student at our table showed up with a report card that came close - remarkably close - to the holy grail of bad report cards: E I E I 0. - Anonymous.

Glen Apgar, Class of 1967. Glenn joined my class at Liberty Corner Elementary School when I was in third grade, and we quickly became best friends. We spent much of our time at recess planning tree houses and forts—at least one of which actually got built (mainly by his father) in a large tree behind his house. Sadly, Glenn’s life included a number of major difficulties. He spent all of eighth grade at home in bed with rheumatoid arthritis. I had the dubious honor of carrying “Glenn,” a bulky speaker/microphone box that could be plugged into specially installed phone jacks, around to our classrooms so he could listen in from home (one can only imagine how much listening he really did). His health in high school improved and he even joined several of us for a 50-mile, 6-day trek on the Appalachian Trail just before our senior year. But rheumatoid arthritis is a chronic disease, and he had recurring problems the rest of his life. Then a serious car accident in the early 1980s, when, ironically, he was back to visit his mother in the hospital, nearly took his life. The biggest challenge for Glenn, though, was that he was gay—at a time when no one (especially in conservative towns like ours) admitted such things. In retrospect, he must have lived with denial, doubts, and emotional turmoil until he escaped from Basking Ridge, but if he did, he never let it show and none of us knew until years later. He went on to a successful career in architecture and interior design in San Francisco, and I managed to see him a few times on trips there. By the time of the 1987 reunion, his last trip back East, he announced to a few of us that he had HIV, the closest he ever came to discussing his sexual orientation with his friends from childhood. Weakened already by the long term consequences of his rheumatoid arthritis, HIV/AIDs felled him in 1991. That he died young from a terrible disease was a great tragedy. That he grew up at a time when he could not be open with his friends about being gay was an equal tragedy. - Ed Lincoln, RHS Class of 1967.

Eric Birnbaum, Class of 1967. Let’s face it: Eric could be a pain in the neck. At Band Camp he was assigned to my cabin, and had great trouble settling down to sleep before about two in the morning, which drove the rest of nuts. Just imagine trying to sleep when the kid in the next bunk pesters you with endless questions like, “Hey Eddie, do know where Flatbush Avenue is?” (I did not, and in my geographical ignorance I actually thought he had dreamed up an imaginary name). But there was not a mean bone in his body; his annoying exuberance had an innocence and enthusiasm that still brings a smile to my face. Eric also had a wonderful, rare gift: a combination of musical talent and the ability to channel his boundless energy into long hours practicing his French horn. When I was in eighth grade, Eric invited me (clarinet) to join a woodwind quintet that he was forming, when other kids our age were creating rock bands. We were joined by Caroline Latta (flute), Roy Snable (bassoon), and Glenn Apgar (oboe), probably because all four of us were taking music lessons from his father at the time. We played for a couple of years, including some public performances (guest appearances at a piano teacher’s recital for her students is a public appearance and once or twice at Ridge band concerts). This was the first time I had ever played classical music in the original rather than in simplified band arrangements. Heady stuff, but Eric was more dedicated to this endeavor than the rest of us and we eventually broke up. Just how dedicated was amply demonstrated by his adult career in the army band and then with an orchestra in South Africa. Believe me, getting a job with any symphony orchestra as a brass player is very, very difficult. Single job openings often attract well over 500 applicants. I am in awe that Eric managed to do this—the kid most people considered to be an immature pain ends up accomplishing something none of the rest of us playing instruments in high school could do. That his life was cut short in a tragic crime is a great shame, but at least he got to live his dream. How many people get to do that? - Ed Lincoln, RHS Class of 1967.

John Peterson, Class of 1967. I did not know John very well, and I will leave it to others to provide stories of him in high school. He was not in any of my classes, except perhaps gym or study hall. But we talked from time to time, and I liked him. When we graduated, I am positive that he received an award from the teachers for something like most improved student, although his name does not appear on the printed program for the awards ceremony that I still have stuffed away in a box. I felt very happy that he received this award, and thought he was well on the way to starting a productive adult life—a kid with a troubled background of some sort who would make good. At the time, I thought his intention of going into the military was a good, patriotic place for him to make that start. Two years later my mother mailed me a clipping from the Bernardsville News with John’s obituary. I felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach, especially since by then I felt that the war in Vietnam was a horrible mistake. Ever since, I have had a gnawing feeling of guilt and anger over his tragic death. Even today I cannot talk about him without choking up. After our 35th reunion, I began bugging Carol about the idea of doing something in his memory, and she wisely hooked me up with Jane Cullinan, Stu Rickerson, and Chris Sullivan. With their strong leadership, my vague initial plea blossomed into the Ridge AMS. Nothing can bring John back to life or erase the tragedy of his young death, but I think extending a helping hand through this scholarship to kids who exemplify John’s personal qualities is exactly the right thing to do. - Ed Lincoln, RHS Class of 1967.

John Peterson, Class of 1967. The Bonnie Brae Alumni are pleased that one of our own, John Peterson, was chosen for this worthy honor. We wish you enduring success in this enterprise.-  George Seymour, Bonnie Brae Alumni Association.

David Earp, Class of 1967. A good bass player in our garage band, David was always softspoken, decent, tolerant of others, and a loyal friend. - Anonymous.

Glen Apgar, Class of 1967. You and I took piano lessons one right after another for years, and we never stopped rolling our eyes as you went in and I came out, as if to say, 'What could we possibly have done to deserve this?' Yet, we loved it. I imagine that you were a top notch architect, and I am sorry your life was cut short. - Anonymous.

Norris Birnbaum, RHS Teacher. You had the most influence on me of any faculty member at Ridge, and I appreciate your endless patience with my mediocre musicianship. To this day, whenever I find myself in a position where I might be passing some germs on to someone else, I always chirp, as you would, that my case of trench mouth is starting to improve. Boris was always a term of respect and endearment. - Anonymous.

John Gambrill, 1948-1994. Giant of a guy, giant of a brain, and still your heart was oversized. You were an extraordinary friend. John, I miss you. — Jane Cullinan, RHS Class of 1967.

Vicki Leigh Welch, RHS Class of 1966. I like to think you still sparkle, now from the heavens for all to see. - Anonymous.

Eric Birnbaum, RHS Class of 1967. Eric Birnbaum was always my friend. Whenever people speak of the concept of multiple intelligences, I always think of him. Eric was the kid who couldn't seem to do anything right, uncoordinated, behavior disorders, no attention span, socially clumsy, not very bright, couldn't even figure out how to step off on his right foot and march in a straight line. He had a lot of trouble holding down a job as an adult.  Even his death was an awkward mishap. Yet, all that stands in marked contrast to what happened whenever Eric picked up his French Horn. Suddenly, everything would change for him at that instant. As long as he was making music, Eric was in his element, graceful and at peace with the world.  He even sat up straight when he played. I am just glad Eric found his one thing that he could do. So many people stumble through life without ever finding their one special talent, their true calling. Eric was one of the lucky ones. - Anonymous.

John Gambrill, RHS Class of 1967. A cool guy, too smart to study. The two things he cared about were his friends and the truth. Ten years ago, I found some old letters from John and discovered that his insights in 1967 were profoundly right. It took 30 years to understand what he was saying, and by then it was too late to thank him for his wisdom. His life was too short, but he lived it passionately, using his gifts for language and honesty to build both a career and a family. John lived the way he thought - always - and that is a real achievement. - Joanne Gelling Bauer, RHS 1967.

John Peterson, 1948-1969. We will never forget your promise or your sacrifice. - RHS Class of 1967.

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