" MEMORIES OF RUSS
By Joe Beeler
Russ and I were close in high school. Baseball teammates (Hot Stove League). Read books in common. Hung out together. One could not have asked for a better friend!
After high school we stayed loosely in touch. Always warm. But far too infrequent. Alas, now he is gone.
I have such delightful memories. To name just a few, Russ and I palled ?around during lunch hour and, often, after school. For a while we would head at noon to our chemistry teacher?s classroom/laboratory, say hello to her (Mrs. Beverly Ramseyer), sit down, dine, and gab.
Russ's mother (Sue) packed a lunch for him. He would give me half of his sandwich. But the real meal was the conversation and camaraderie.
Sometimes at lunch hour Russ had marching band practice in the music room. It was situated on the top floor of Wooster High School. I got to tag along.
Until Russ led me there, I had never visited this spacious, lofty, musical perch. I was impressed and intrigued.
The talented students singing and playing their musical instruments thrilled my eyes and ears. Thanks, Russ.
Russ and I had such fun at youth fellowship meetings and their occasional weekend retreats at Wright's cabin. Sundays at about 5:30 PM, the youth group of the College of Wooster's Westminster Church met. Usually at the home of a member rather than in the college campus chapel.
Sundays at about 7:00 PM, the First Presbyterian Church ?youth Fellowship ?convened. Usually in a big, comfy parlor of the church (located at the intersection of East Bowman Street and College Avenue).
Russ and I tried to attend both. Not that we felt all that religious. Instead, we enjoyed the socializing and each other's company.
I must confess that once in a while we engaged in a little tomfoolery. (Occasionally we even succeeded in fooling "Tom.") I still savor the amazing presentation we made to the youth group on extrasensory perception (ESP).
?Oh, did I mention that Russ was smart? His obit reports that he won numerous awards in high school for academic achievement. Quite true. But I recall one brilliant feat back then that proved it to me.
Russ was assigned to Paul Ladd's history class. My teacher was Robert ("Minnie") Moore. But at the end of one semester, I attended a session in Russ?s classroom.
Mr. Ladd was preparing his students for the final examination. He asked Russ to go to the blackboard and put up dates of historic events.
Russ -- purely from memory, without notes, and without any sideline coaching -- filled the blackboard on the front wall of the classroom, transitioned to the blackboard on the side wall, and filled it too. A virtuoso display of learning!
Russ began with the earliest date of the history studied. (Imagine his chalking ?1066? and declaring "William the First conquers England.") He moved on to the next date, and the next, and the next, and took us through the entire semester's course!
We, Russ?s seated schoolmates, were in awe. And suspense! We wondered when he would falter, when he would fall from the mountain that he was climbing. But he made it to the peak!
Russ's tour de force finished just as the fifty-minute class ended. I was astonished then. I am astonished now.
Bravo, Russ.
I was not the least bit surprised that Russ went on to grow up, marry, become a devoted husband and excel in his profession and at Life. Russ had extraordinary parents, fine sisters and a strong upbringing. He much admired his father (Bill), the renowned scientist, followed in his footsteps and, I am sure, made both of his parents and everyone else very proud. Including his friends!
Yes, I too am proud to have known Russ. And enriched to have been his friend.
Yes, indeed, Bravo! R.I.P., old friend.
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