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Don Rinehart Retirement Thoughts and Update

Dave :

Once again, thanks for all you do keeping our class together.

In response to your retirement query, I think the most important thing you can do is keep busy with something, part time work, hobby- etc.  I have been retired since 2013 and thought I would keep busy playing golf.  I didn’t realize the 110 degree heat in Phoenix wouldn’t be that much fun to play in…hence our move to the 5300 ft elevation in Prescott.  

As you know, I did return to coaching runners in 2016 at Embry Riddle University but got tired of the covid B.S. and re-retired in 2020.  I helped out as a volunteer this summer and early fall at Embry Riddle again with pre-season training but they hired a full time assistant coach so I stepped down and am back on the links! 

I am learning to work on old cars, have a ’55 Ford and a ’28 Model A that I am “practicing on”.  Our son is a mechanic so he can fix anything I screw up!  Tami (Thompson ’78) and I also spend quite a bit of time at our cabin near the Grand Canyon as well as spoiling our two grandkids.

Life is good!  And, after 34 years working in the public sector, the best thing I can say about retirement is that you don’t have to be nice any more to people you can’t stand!!!


Don and Tami Rinehart

Ruth (Jurgens) Noth’s Clean Sweep

Friday I got up and had the wild hair to get my garage cleaned out. Took everything out to the driveway, wisk broomed all the cob webs and spider eggs off of everything. Took the leaf blower and blew out everything on the floor. Took the broom and got the masonry work on the lower foot of the garage where spiders like to hide in the crevices.  Got everything I could placed on the wall or the ledge of the masonry. I have holed board all over my garage. My dad and I shortly after we moved here, insulated the garage and put the holed board up, so you can use hooks all over the two walls. The only items on my garage floor now are the lawn care products I’ll use before winter, an air compressor, lawn mower, snow blower, and snow melt and oil dry products containers on wheels. Everything got put up and hopefully will have less spider webs and eggs in them being on the wall. I’ll take a photo before sending this and attach it.

I’m ready to house my son’s 20 year old Camry for the winter. Mom will have enough room to get into and out of the car in the garage now. I had a large tool box that could be padlocked that my sister and her husband dumped on me last time they were here. They have the habit of doing that – cleaning out their extended van and leaving things behind for us to sell, give away or donate and get rid of. A neighbor came down and asked if I was going to keep my last two birch tree logs I had in the garage. I said no, and she gladly took them with her. I asked her if she could use a nice tool box that could be locked – it’s about 18 inches deep, 18 inches high and about 3 feet long – very sturdy plastic of some sort – black. Her new man friend is a handy man and she took it for him. I was so glad I didn’t have to put an ad up on market place and haul it to the local HyVee Drugstore to exchange it for money. LOL

I’m so sore from all the work – about 4 hours and I still have to organize the shelving better – rags and rugs aren’t folded as neatly any more so want to do a little bit with that yet today and then I’m done. I bombed the garage yesterday afternoon with a bug bomb to clear out any critters that didn’t get blown out with the leaf blower. Most of them will be happy to have survived before the bombing. LOL  I know spiders are good, but I don’t want that many in my garage making a mess of my tools. LOL

Not much planned for today other than the shelf cleaning. My oldest and his 2 little ones, 2 yrs and 7 mos., came yesterday and ended up staying from 10 until 7. It was a long day. He usually doesn’t stay that long, but I had enough heavy things to enlist his help with, that I let him stay for both lunch and dinner, giving his wife a much needed break.

Mom is working on a 500 piece puzzle I have no interest in, so I’ll enjoy movies today. 

Oh – went to a garage estate sale run by the family yesterday. Picked up some great items. I love sales. I thought my days of buying big stuff was over, but I ended up getting a new DVD container. I had recently gone through my old one and pulled out everything I didn’t want anymore or wouldn’t watch – many of Tom’s favorites were in it and we had very different taste. I gave much of his faves to my sons – complete set of TV series of Star Trek, all of Monty Python’s material. More photos below of good finds. The copper set on the wood rack are measuring devices – I’ve never seen anything like it – 1/4 to one cup measuring cups in copper and metal, and copper scoops for teaspoon amounts and a table spoon scoop. I’ll shine them up and put the rack on my kitchen wall. I sure didn’t need it, but I’d never seen anything like it and had to have it. $10 – a good deal I thought.  The baby buggy for my granddaughter, I got free from our church! Little Tykes!


Rich Altmaier’s Thoughts on Retirement

Hi Dave,

Regarding retirement, I’ve been such for 4 years now!   I’ve noted several important points

1. Do good planning for savings to generate income, hopefully to maintain ones lifestyle, etc. 
2. There is a loss of mission and purpose which a (good) job brought to one.  You must find another purpose.
3. There is a big loss of contacts and interactions in the daily work environment.  If you are a people person, this is big.  Since I’m not, not so big.
4. One must find mentally engaging things to do and work towards.  Don’t let the brain decay.  This is too easy to do.

I definitely have some purpose around our church and have created a livestreaming service and trained about 4 people to share the workload. This involves engaging with the pastor, staff, and other members.  One doesn’t have to be a big believer to find satisfaction in helping people stay connected in this manner, especially through covid.   You can see our work here:

I’ve kept my brain entertained with some math and programming, and created a few interesting projects, which you can see here: There are some Iowa items in there! 

I will digress with a story around the Johnson County old courthouse.   My models require photos of all sides of a building.  While walking around and taking those photos, a sheriff’s deputy came out and said “I’m responsible for security and I have to ask you what you are doing here”.  The building is still and active court and jail.    I told her I’m working on a 3D printed model, and I have already done the Old Capitol.   She said “that sounds great.  Come inside, I need to show you something”.   We went up to the 3rd floor, and she said wait here, I have to ask the judge for permission to enter his quarters.  She came back and we went in to see a series of prints on the wall which showed the building in a orthogonal view with dimensional information, from the time of its construction!  Such is very helpful in getting my models accurate, and I photographed those prints!  As we left, she introduced me to the judge, who said “It’s so good to hear you are making a model of this courthouse.  That is probably the best thing that has happened in this building in the last 10 years!”.  

When my model was complete I sent a copy to the deputy of course.

You can see on the same site I have also done some flower models.  Believe it or not, those models are entirely mathematically created, composed of 4 Bezier curves.  I’ve created the software to make flower models!

Please do post these thoughts! 

Later, Rich

September 11, 2001 – Twenty Years Later

From Martin Andersen

Dear Friends,

Twenty years after September 11, 2001, Chris and I pause to reflect on memories of that day’s events and the aftermath. It is perhaps not surprising to observe that, even as that period was so charged with emotion, drama, and tragedy, those feelings have been slowly receding into the realm of equanimity and memory. That process has been aided by the fact that no similar event has occurred in our part of the world since those unforgettable days. Still, recently, as we view the retrospectives on PBS and other sources, feelings of grief and sadness re-emerge. In a certain sense, these experiences, now two decades old, will be with us always. At the same time, Chris and I have to acknowledge that, although we were witnesses to these events, what we carry cannot in any way be compared to those whose loved ones have perished, either on that day, or in the years after – up to the present time – from the lingering health effects associated with the disaster and subsequent recovery and cleanup. It is also sobering to note that many more first responders and recovery workers have died since 9/11 than all the victims on the day and immediate aftermath itself.  

As we have done frequently throughout the years, tomorrow we will be attending Hoboken’s annual September 11 outdoor memorial service, on the waterfront with the backdrop of the Freedom Tower.

Below is a piece I wrote a week after the World Trade Center towers fell, which was shared with friends and family. Thought I would send it out once again.

One Week Later

 I have been wanting to write to our friends for a while now – to relate the events of one week ago from our point of view (which, literally, is only a mile from the site of the lower Manhattan disaster). For Chris and me it has been, so far, just a matter of trying to get through each day—finding not enough energy for much extra. But we must try to get our lives back to quasi-normality. Somehow. So I would like to tell you what we saw.

On a remarkably clear and beautiful Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, Chris went out early to join her walking group. After their walk, followed by coffee at Starbucks, and more coffee with a friend she ran into on the way home, she arrived in the lobby of our apartment building at about 9:30, where she first heard about airplanes colliding into the World Trade Center towers from the doorman. She went upstairs, got her binoculars, and then proceeded to a deck area between 1 and 2 Marineview Plazas, where she could get a good view of what was happening in downtown Manhattan. (The view from our apartment in 1 Marineview is to the north, east, and west, but not south towards the World Trade Center). Both towers were burning fiercely by then. Shocked, she stood and watched the scene for about ten minutes before the World Trade Center 2 tower (the second to be struck) collapsed in front of her eyes. But, because (from her point of view) 1 WTC tower stood in front of the other, at first she did not know what she was witnessing. In fact, it appeared as if the top of 2 WTC was exploding, and that the fire, smoke, and debris that spread as the tower collapsed on itself looked to her as if all thesurrounding buildings were exploding! She screamed. A while later, 1 WTC fell; and shortly afterward Chris decided she needed to go back up to the apartment. The time was about 10:45am.

At that moment, I was driving home from Newark and a canceled New Jersey Symphony Orchestra rehearsal. My first inkling that something was wrong had occurred at about 9:15am. Riding the elevator in our building down from the 24th floor, a woman asked me if I had “heard the news about the Trade Center”—something about a plane crashing into one of the towers. I said no—but was in a hurry to get to work. Driving out of the garage and down Hudson Street about 9:20, I saw both towers on fire, as the car radio told me that two airplanes had hit the towers, and that therefore this seemed not to be just an accident, but a deliberate act. Not knowing quite what to do, I headed west to Newark, looking over my left shoulder frequently, catching a glimpse here and there of a catastrophe in the making. Arriving at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center, the Symphony’s home, I quickly found out that the rehearsal was “on hold”. I was finally able to get through to Chris on the cell phone (service was very sporadic the whole day) and found her nearly hysterical. She was at home, just about to go to the deck. I told her to take it easy, but to take a camera. Then I rushed out to the back parking lot of the NJPAC; and there, with many colleagues, and at a distance of perhaps eight miles, witnessed the collapse of 2 WTC. First there were two burning towers—then, eight seconds later, there was only one. Rehearsal was cancelled. Some orchestra members living in NYC went to the homes of their NJ colleagues. Having no takers, I headed back home immediately.

               By the time I got to Hoboken, 1 WTC had already fallen:  both towers now were gone. It took me some time to garage the car—police were already blocking off streets near the river for emergency vehicles–and we live only a block from the Hudson. I found Chris in the apartment, glued to the television, and very upset. We decided to go back to the deck—but I ended up preceding her, taking binos and camera with me. What a terrible sight! Already clouds of smoke and steam were engulfing the disaster site and surrounding buildings—being produced by the efforts of the firefighters to bring the blazes under control. I stood there with my good friend Bob Reynolds (who lives in 2 Marineview) for a long time. There was little to say. A few others on the deck exchanged their stories. I did take a few pictures. The need to document…

After a time, Bob and I parted company and I returned to the apartment. After watching some more coverage on television (Chris still glued to the tube), I took our camcorder back to the deck and shot some footage. Chris soon joined me there—by now it was past noon. After a while we went back inside.

Earlier that morning in the apartment, before any of this happened, while Chris was already on her walk, I was on my NordiceTrack machine, reading a book as I “skied” before getting ready to leave for Symphony. The book in question was called The Journey Home, by Edward Abbey. He had lived in Hoboken for two years in the 1960’s, also spending a lot of time in Manhattan, before heading out to the West, living there, loving and writing about it for the rest of his life. I came across the following passage from the chapter entitled Manhattan Twilight, Hoboken Night:

At evening I walked once more along the waterfront and gazed across the river at the somber forms of Manhattan, the great towers largely dark, for on Sunday no one is at work over there but the janitors. I don’t know how New York can survive.

I believe the city is doomed. The air is poisonous, not so much with filth and disease as with something deadlier—human hatred.

But, a few paragraphs later, I read:

We must save the city. It is essence and substance of us all—we cannot lose it without diminishing our stature as a nation, without a fatal wound.           

My words therefore are dedicated to that city we love, that visionary city of the prophecies, humane and generous, that city of liberty and beauty and joy which will come to be, someday, on American earth, on the shore of the sea.

Now I know that this was what I was reading as the airliners, filled with hate and fear and fire and jet fuel, plunged into the towers.

The week has crept along very slowly, and our emotions have run the gamut from sadness and tears to melancholy, numbness and weariness. Still there is a weight and a cloud that hangs over us—just as that smoke-cloud still hangs over “Ground Zero”, which we have gone down to the waterfront to look at almost every night. On Tuesday evening the cloud struck me as shroud-like; Chris likened it to the souls of the dead, hovering over the scene. All along the Hoboken waterfront makeshift shrines have sprung up, consisting of candles, signs (some painted on driftwood), flags, and pictures of the missing. We spent time one night, re-lighting candles which had gone out. Good therapy, cathartic.

The Symphony cancelled its Opening Night Gala with Doc Severinsen; but decided to go ahead with a completely changed program for the weekend concerts on Friday and Sunday: a program of sadness and, ultimately, of hope. After some moving opening remarks—almost like being in church—we began playing the Star-Spangled Banner—but very softly and slowly with strings only, plus snare drum. An artistic risk that came out beautifully—most of the audience listened in meditative silence, while a few joined in to sing softly near the end. Next we played Bach’s Air on the G String, followed by Copland’s Fanfare for the Common Man—that quintessential affirmation of humanity, written at the close of World War II. After intermission, we concluded the program with the “Eroica” Symphony(No. 3) of Beethoven, whose slow Funeral March is then dissipated in the final movement with a message of supreme hope and affirmation. An emotionally draining experience for all involved—found myself tearing up at the end. Exhausted afterward. Sunday also.

One happy story: the morning of the disaster, the father of one of my young violin students was just about to take the five minute train ride on the PATH train from Jersey City to the World Trade Center when he saw the first plane hit. He stood there and watched the whole spectacle, worrying about coworkers already at work on the 92nd floor of 2 WTC. He had lived through the 1993 WTC bombing; and being one of the managers of his firm, had subsequently instructed his employees to always leave the building immediately at the very first hint or rumor of trouble. They followed his counsel to the letter that horrible day, and everyone at his company escaped, safe and sound. Those in other offices nearby were not so lucky. But his people are alive, at home with their families.

Well, that is our story thus far. Thank you again to all who called or emailed us. This has been a terrible time—but somehow it seems to bring us, the living, all that closer together. And that is a good thing. Time for a little gratitude. Thanks to all.

God bless,

Martin and Chris Andersen

Arnie and Julie’s Excellent Adventure

Hello Class of ’73,

Dave, I know you have been thanked numerous times for your dedication to maintaining this site, but thanks again. This is certainly a labor of love and I’m sure, a major PIA at times. At the same time keeping us informed on current class situations and up coming events is very important. Having this central location for these announcements is truly wards a big handshake from me and from other members of the class.

Julie and I recently returned from a long planned trip, America Bucket List Vacation. We had planned to do this last year, but for all the reasons we know, postponed until this summer. We left on July 4, the day after our 45 anniversary and returned six weeks later. Our trip was amazing.

Our first stop was the Kentucky Bourbon Trail. We spent a few day there visiting distilleries, playing golf and sampling the local fare. The weather was perfect and the people friendly. For those that may have an interest, 2-3 days is probably enough. Then headed west, stopping over night in Topeka to visit the grave site of my dad and grandparents.

Denver was our next major stop. We went to Red Rocks for a concert. It is supposed to be the best natural amphitheater. Turned out to be the first concert they help wit full capacity. So cool being up in the mountain looking over parts of the city. If ever you have a chance to go there for a concert, take advantage of it, well worth the experience. We stayed in Leadville a few days later, mostly so I could play golf at the course there. It is supposed to be the highest altitude course in the country, maybe the world. Heading south to national parks was on the menu now.

We spent time in 12 national parks, with each one being unique and indescribable. You could take a million pictures and still not see or experience the the views you see live. Some of the parks you could just sit and look for hours, turn your head and see something new and even more interesting . People have asked what was your favorite? From a pure visual point of view Bryce Canyon. The colors, the mountains, the canyons, you have to be there to fully appreciate the beauty. Yellowstone had the most to offer, but by far the most busy. The most historic being Mesa Verde, where the ancient Native Americas built and lived is homes in the side of the canyons, amazing and hard to imagine.

Some friends suggested we stop in Cody, Wy for a night. They have a cowboy buffet dinner and a show, followed by a rodeo. It was a fun night on our way to the Black Hills. For those that have never experienced South Dakota. Mt Rushmore and a few surrounding things, Badlands, Wall Drug and The Worlds only Corn Palace. On to Iowa City.

My family had a reunion. Only two people from the clan did not make it, both being sick and advised by the rest of the family not to show up. It will probably the last time since the California family and the Florida families are just too far apart for such and event.

In the end we had traveled over 9300 miles, visited 12 national parks, a number of state parks, over night stays in 20 locations, traveled through 20 states Stopped by 4 different casinos, basically broke even, Then home. An unforgettable trip with only minor inconveniences.

We have now visited 46 of the 50 states, with only Vermont and New Hampshire in the continent missing. We plan to got there in a couple of years for a fall trip. With the 50th coming soon, I hope to see you all then

Arnie and Julie Moore

In Memory of Doris Lucille Barnes

Doris Lucille Barnes

Doris Lucille Barnes, 94, died Tuesday, July 13, 2021 at Mercy Hospital following a short illness.

Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated at 10 AM, Monday, July 19, 2021 at St. Mary’s Catholic Church, Iowa City, with Father Stephen Witt officiating. Visitation will be from 9 to 10 AM, Monday, prior to the Mass. Burial will be at Oak Hill Cemetery in Coralville. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be directed to St. Mary’s Church or Iowa City Hospice.

Doris was born on May 24, 1927, in Oxford, the daughter of Robert and Helen (Klein) Meade. She was a graduate of Cosgrove High School, attended Mt. Mercy College and received an associate degree from Kirkwood Community College.

Doris married Albert L. Barnes, Sr. on January 27, 1946, in Clinton, Iowa. They resided in Oxford until 1960 when they moved to Coralville.

Doris was employed in data input at ACT, retiring in 2011. She was a member of St. Mary’s Church, the Iowa City Women’s Bowling League, and the Coralville American Legion Auxiliary.

Doris enjoyed knitting and time spent with her family. She was proud to reside in and be a part of the Coralville community. Doris recently rode in the Coralville July 4th parade.

Doris is survived by her six children, Al Barnes (Lori Schultz) of Sunrise Beach, MO, John (Marianne) Barnes of Swisher, Bonnie (Guy) McFarland of Iowa City, Jim (Jan) Barnes of Riverside, Deb (Bob) Rogers of Iowa City, and Kevin (Lisa) Barnes of Iowa City; 15 grandchildren and 24 great grandchildren; her siblings, Thelma Kolar of Oxford, Jane Dostal of Grinnell, and Bob (Lee) Meade of Oxford.

Doris was preceded in death by her parents, her husband, 4 grandchildren, and her sister, Miriam.

C’mon Down to the Bluegrass Festival

Classmate Jackie (Dague) Nicholson (unofficial publicist for Paul and Julie Roberts) has some timely musical news for us:

The Kalona Bluegrass Festival at Windmill Ridge campground that Paul and Julie Roberts, and Bob and Christi Black organize and perform at, is  happening July 16, 17 and 18. It’s a really fun festival with lots of great music! 

We’re excited to share this with you, and to whet your appetite have shared their flyer with you. They have been doing this for 34 years!

Kalona Bluegrass Festival Flyer

Barb (Alderman) Acker’s West Side Story Memory

Hi Dave,

Barb Alderman Acker here. It is so much fun to hear about everyone! My memory of West Side Story, was how hard everyone worked to pull it off. I was personally so scared I can hardly remember any of it, except for one performance when the scaffolding moved quite dramatically as “Tony” was climbing up to visit Maria. 

Dave, thanks so much for for keeping us connected. All the best from Idaho!

Barb Acker

Mark Zanger’s “West Side Story” Memories

Yes, “West Side Story” was indeed a remarkably fun part of Mrs. Hadley’s class that year!

Yes, Tony was my part!  Mamma mia!  Such fond memories of Barb was Maria!  And Clayton!  And Laura!  And Tim!  And everyone of us!  It was so much fun!  I believe Becki Gilpin was our masterful director!

Thank you Mrs. Hadley!

An interesting anecdote:  I had the pleasant good fortune to run into the REAL Tony (actor Richard Beymer) here in Fairfield at Everybody’s, one of our local grocery stores.  He is a TMer and Sidha (practitioner of the TM-Sidhis including Yogic flying) and lives in the southeastern section of Fairfield.

At any rate, I mentioned to him that we had done “West Side Story” in school and more specifically that I had played Tony and he said, “Birth to earth…” and seemed to be waiting for my response.  I had none!  I eventually learned he was quoting from the movie script and waiting for me to say, “Womb to tomb!” In the movie, when Riff was referring to their relationship and said, “Birth to earth.” Tony replied, “Womb to tomb!”.  

Because I had no idea what he was trying to do, I imagine Richard must have doubted the truthfulness of my story about playing Tony!  Yet the truth of the matter, I have since realized, was that the script we received in 8th grade was edited for our grade level and they left out the “Birth to earth” and “Womb to tomb” lines!  I guess they considered “womb” and maybe even “tomb” to be a little too much for us youngsters!

At any rate, I never thought in a million years I would ever meet Richard Beymer, let alone have a meaningful exchange with him.  Yet it happened and has happened several times since.  In fact, he has even met my Mom!
And to share the whole TM experience with him?  I feel pretty lucky!