UPPER DARBY SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL

Class of '76 knows that CLIFTON RULES


Memorials for the Class of 76

These classmates touched our lives. We can't think of our years in school, or any reunion without thinking of them. 

Valerie Ann Benedetti

Priscilla Chionis

Bradford Coulter

Sheila Daley

Joseph E. DelPrato

Lou DiToma

Henry "Hank" Ferm

Steven Griffith

Paul Leone

Jeffery MacIntosh

Bonnie MacQueen

John Nataloni

Keith Rice

Denise Seamen

Paul Sims

Linda Tremont

Robert Trucksess

Kristin Yocum

Joseph McMahon

Mike Pappas

Vern Steinman

Vincent Kibby

John Miller

James Weigant III

Steven Logeman

Robert "Bob" Price

Martin Malone

Robert Hermann

Samuel Squillace

Barbara Hall Dittus-Cording

Michael J. Geary 

 

Thomas F. Sewell - Tom was a SEPTA Police Officer killed in the line of duty on March 12, 1989.  There is a memorial in the 69th Street Terminal in honor of Tom as he was killed out back of the terminal.

These are the teachers, coaches, and staff that helped to make us what we are today. They invested their time, their interest, and their support in us all. Even when we took them for granted, they continued to share our dreams and give us the tools to move forward with our lives. We cannot ever thank them enough.

Marvyn Jaffe

Peter Bernadino

Frank Dolce - Science Teacher, Upper Darby

Ken Mullin - Science Teacher, Beverly Hills

Miss Ruth Longacre - Gym Teacher, Coach, Beverly Hills

Joelyn (Jolie) Boyd - an English Teacher at UDHS, passed away from cancer in 1992

Ralph G. McConnell G’47, Springfield, Pa., chair of English at Upper Darby High School until his retirement in 1984; June 18, 2003. He began his career at a private boys’ school in Asheville, N.C., and then taught American literature at Muhlenberg College. In 1952 he joined the Upper Darby faculty, where he taught English and chaired the department for 12 years. During his tenure he developed an English handbook for incoming students, and introduced and taught a course on comparative religions. And he coached the tennis team for 17 years, including during the summer. During World War II he served in the U.S. Army Air Corps as a bombardier. He flew 72 combat missions, including those in support of the D-Day invasion, and was awarded a Distinguished Flying Cross. His wife is Marie Carlson McConnell Ed’40.

Daniel H. Meisel GEd’50, Springfield, Pa., a junior high school science teacher in Wilmington, Del. and Upper Darby, Pa., for 37 years; Aug. 8, 2003. During his career, he was known for his sense of humor and ability to keep pupils’ attention. According to his son, “There was one student who kept falling asleep in his class. So one day, my dad moved his class across the hall, and about 40 minutes, he heard this ‘Hey!’ from across the way. The student managed to stay awake after that.” Two days after retiring, he became a field engineer with the former Ambric Engineering in Philadelphia, where he performed engineering inspections on roofs, houses, and other structures. He continued to work with young people at Camp Sunshine, a camp for underprivileged children, where he served as director and board president. He had served in the U.S. Army during the Second World War, earning a heart for his participation in the Battle of the Bulge.

Miriam Wray - a Latin and French teacher at Beverly Hills 

Richard Maxwell - physics teacher from UDHS passed away about 9 years ago.  He was a Vietnam vet and developed a brain tumor that was possibly attributed to agent orange exposure. 

George Waldy - principal at Westbrook Park Elementary in the 1960's and 70's.

If you become aware of a classmate or a teacher that isn't listed, please notify kshellygen@aol.com

 

The Dash

The Dash
by Linda Ellis
 
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
 
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
 
He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
 
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
 
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
 
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
 
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
 
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
 
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
 
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
 
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
 
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
 
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
 
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
 
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
 
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
 
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
 
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
 
 
 

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