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Dundalk High School

Class of 1966

Dundalk, Maryland

Life Stories

Here is where you can catch up on what your old pals have been up to for the past 45 years.  Gosh has it really been that long?  Just click on the name of the classmate you want to read about and then just have fun.

Rich man, poor man, baker man, thief,
Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief?

  1. ADCOCK, Jim
  2. ALLOWATT, David
  3. ARNOLD, Jim
  4. BAILES, Carole
  5. BAKER, Veronica
  6. BARTON, Linda
  7. BOHRER, Cornelia
  8. BROSH, John Jr.
  9. BUSH, Marshall
  10. CAMPBELL, Terrill L
  11. CLEMENTONI, Vickie
  12. CONNELLY, Diane
  13. COUNTS, Dorothy
  14. CREECH, John V.
  15. CURL, Sharon
  16. DeCERBO, Joseph
  17. DENISON, David
  18. DERR, Rex
  19. DeSISCO, Donna
  20. EATON, Sherry
  21. EBNER, Darlene
  22. EDELL, Linda
  23. EGEBERG, Owen
  24. ENSOR, Cynthia
  25. EVANS, Jeffrey
  26. FALKENHAN, Beverly
  27. FARAH, Samir George
  28. FINNERTY, Bill
  29. Printable
  30. FRANKS, Reno
  31. FRYE, John
  32. GERMAN, Donald
  33. GEYER, Robert
  34. GOLABOWSKI, Jerry
  35. GUTH, Robert
  36. HEISLER, Robert J
  37. HIGGS, Mary Alice
  38. HOCKENBROCK, Linda
  39. HOLSTEIN, David
  40. JEFFERIES, Linda Dianne
  41. KAJUTTI, Brian
  42. KELLY, Diana
  43. KORDELA, Helen
  44. KOTOWSKI, Barbara
  45. LANG, Allan
  46. LANG, William
  47. LOCKETT, Michael
  48. LOCKWOOD, Margaret
  49. LUCICH, Anthony
  50. LUMPKIN, Carolyn Anne
  51. LYNAS, Michael
  52. MAIOCCO, Donald
  53. MARECKI, Bonita
  54. MERCHANT, Ronald
  55. METALLO, Patrick
  56. MICHALAK, Anthony
  57. MICKLISH, Mary
  58. PFEIFER, Georgieanna
  59. PHILLIPS, Janice
  60. POLINSKY, Ted
  61. QUIGLEY, William
  62. REID, Lorraine
  63. REINHARDT, Patricia
  64. RIDDICK, Harry
  65. ROACH, James
  66. ROSTEK, Dan
  67. ROWLAND, Thomas
  68. RYAN, Gail
  69. RYAN, Jack
  70. SARADIN, Susan
  71. SCHAEFER, Frederick
  72. SCHMIDT, Hildegard
  73. SCHMIDT, Nancy
  74. SHAFFER, Barbara
  75. SHEESLEY, Bob
  76. SHIFFLETT, Earl
  77. SLADICS, Audrey
  78. SPATAFORE, Tim
  79. SPERLING, Mary
  80. STEPHENS, Karen
  81. SUMPTER, Sandra
  82. SURDEL, Pat
  83. SWABODA, Judy
  84. TAYLOR, Jim
  85. TAYLOR, Priscilla
  86. THACKER, Sandra R.
  87. TRAVAGLINE, Joesph
  88. TROUP, Bruce
  89. WASHKEVICH, Tanya
  90. WHITE, Patricia
  91. WIECZYNSKI, Michael
  92. WYATT, Peggy
  93. YEAGER, George
  94. ZENGEL, Janet
  95. ZENGEL, Janice

The Power of Your Actions

One day when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon) so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying and landed in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him, so I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. I handed him his glasses and said "Those guys are really jerks. They should get lives."

He looked at me and said "Hey thanks". There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again, I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are really gonna build some serious muscles with this pile of books ever day." He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle, he looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school, filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I went back and said "Hey big guy, you'll be great". He looked at me with one of those looks (really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks" he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach, but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through crowd as this handsome popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person's life for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact on one another in some way. Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly".