Obit reads: "Timothy grew up and spent most his life in Laguna Beach. Throughout his life, Timothy was in the military, owned a bakery, and was a drug rehabilitation counselor. Also, he volunteered at the VA. Timothy supported many propleto drug and alcohol recovery. He will be greatly missed by friends and family. He is survived by his children Terra, Sarah and Timothy".
The last time I saw Diana was at the 4th of July party at Emerald Bay. She was standing around stoned out of her mind. I tried talking to her and it was a no go. She was either simply too out of it or perceived me as a beer swilling drunk who was not really with it. All of this is to say, I've always wondered what happened to her and the life she led. As most will recall, she was incredibly bright and "not really with it" socially, but then towards the end of our senior year she became a "head" and really turned into another person of sorts. Up until then I always envisioned her getting a PhD in some esoteric subject and teaching at Yale or Harvard.
So, does anyone know how Diana's life turned out? Great, I hope!
A really nice girl. Always friendly and smiling. I am really sorry to hear she is no longer with us.
From Susie Aincham on August 11th, 2017
Oh my dear Cheryl, your picture as I looked through the year book always brought me joy and a smile on my face. A sweet friend in high school always. It is sad to think I will not be able to see you at this reunion. I pray the Lord provides comfort to your family and that they have confort in knowing they will see you again. I look forward to that happy day.
From Dan Bliss on April 27th, 2017
Cheryl Seay passed away 11/20/2012 due to metastatic breast cancer at home with her husband, son, daughter and grandchildren by her side. We met in 1964 at LBHS and married in 1975 in Laguna. She was a wonderful wife, mother, friend, full of life and love to the end. We miss her.
From Cate (Cathy) Beck (Kauer) on August 27th, 2017
I am so sorry to hear about Cheryl.. I have been trying to find her for the last 15 years.. no one could tell me where she was.. She was my friend since 7th grade, my confidant and my beach buddy, she was always so fun to be with.. I miss her greatly.
WHEN I heard of his passing, I was in shock.Ihad just had lunch with him shortly before and he was his usual high energy music loving guitar playing self, always lending a hand to someone.
Was hoping to get his feedback on my Celestial Diamond Guitar design that I had must completed. He was such a powerful inspiration and uplifting spirit.
Cliff wanted so much to be at this year's reunion, but was called "Home" just a few days ago after battling cancer for several years. He suffered more than any human should. Cliff was a great husband to his wife Sharen who fought along side him throughout. He was a great father and grandfather. He was a great brother to Chuck, who literally gave part of himself to Cliff during the battle. He was a great son to his Mom who left for "Home" just a few weeks ago.He was a great friend to me and many of his LBHS classmates. RIP Clifford Charles Corwin
While Cliff Corwin might have been perceived as a Milquetoast in high school, he was anything but in his fight for his life over the past several years. With cancer of the mouth, he went through horrific medical procedures and was in agonizing pain and deep anxiety over what was going to crop up next in his fight for his life, but he FOUGHT LIKE A SONOFABITCH (MEANING, HEROICIALLY) to beat the cancer and to gain his health back. In contact with many of his friends (including Jim White, Brian Nott, among others) he NEVER complained.
As I told him repeatedly, and I meant it each and every time, during the course of his battle to get better he displayed MORE GUTS than just about anyone I had ever seen!!!! MUCH, MUCH MORE THAN I'D EVER HAVE! NO DOUBT ABOUT IT.
I really hope that someone at the reunion hoists a cold one in Cliff's honor. He more than deserves it!
David Arthur Jacobson died May 11, 2011 of cancer. He lived his last years in Hawaii. He is survived by his 3 children, by his ex-wife, Kathy Burge; many nieces and nephews, grand nieces and nephews and his brothers, Randy (LB class of '68), Carl (LB class of '74), John and James (class of' '81); his sisters, Nancy (class of '70) and Valerie (class of '72).His younger sister, Margaret (LB '78) died in 2016. She is survived by her daughter. Their mother and father are the late Dorothy Anderson Jacobson and Howard Jacobson of Laguna Beach and Missoula, Montana.
I hadn't met Ron until we had Drivers' Ed one summer. There were three of us (students), along with Mr. Centano, the Spanish teacher. Kewish and I already knew how to drive and were just picking up units, I guess. The other fellow, whose name I shall not reveal out of simple courtesy, was learning to drive for the first time, and it was MORE THAN OBVIOUS. Everytime the poor guy made mistake ol' Centano would go nuts and start yelling at the guy, which did nothing for his confidence behind the wheel and, as you might guess, led to more errors on his part. Kewish and I were dying in silent laughter in the backseat. To us, at that age, what we were witnessing was funnier than hell. We would have laughed out loud if we thought we could have gotten away with it, but I guess we were under the impression we couldn't. So, instead, we muffled to the best of our ability, to not let the two in front (the other student and Centano) hear our guffaws of laughter. But everytime Kewish and I looked at each other a shriek of laughter would erupt from one or both of us.
The other thing I remember about that experience is that while the other guy was driving, Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" came on the radio. Despite the fact that Cenentao and the other guy were having a rough go of it in the front seat, ol' Kewish blurts out, "Ah Mr. Centano, turn that up will ya, it's my favorite song." Centano complied, but not to the extent that Kewish was after. So, again, despite the fact that Centano is going off on the guy driving, Kewish has the guts to say, "Mer. Centano, really, turn the radio up so we can really appreciate it back here." I about died laughing as Centano glanced over the front seat and glared at Kewish, but I'll be damned if Centano didn't turn the radio up.
A very nice guy.....and what a smile. He was always willing to share that smile and don't think he ever knew how much it uplifted some of us daily.
From Samuel Totten on June 1st, 2017
One of the really good guys! Steve was actually the first person who I met at LBHS who was incredibly friendly and thoughtful. We were in Slevcov's social studies class together, and we sat across from one another. Within four or five days after having met him, he "disappeared." No one in class mentioned anything about him, which I found strange. Then...quite awhile later (a month or more), I heard that Steve had been in a terrible car accident and had been badly hurt. I felt so damn bad for him. The good news, of course, is that he came back strong and lived a good, healthy life. It's just a damn shame, though, that he is no longer with us.
Ol' Mogle was a character. I don't think I ever saw him without a big smile on his face. And most of those times he was escorting Betty Tobin somewhere -- he, well over six feet tall, she well under 5'7" tall. They made quite the pair/couple. Were they a couple?
He was periodically razzed by starters on the football team over the quality of his extra point efforts, but he never seemed to lose any sleep over it and it never wiped his smile from his face. Much to his credit, the guy was the epitome of good natured.
A tackle and extra point kicker on the LBHS football team, (the punter too? I can't recall), AND the leader of (I cannot recall the proper name) of the marching band!!! Hell, the only thing he wasn't doing on the football field was coaching (though knowing Phil, he probably gave Coach Hal Akins (a great guy, RIP) a few suggestions much to Coach Akins' chagrin.
I always thought that Mogle and Betty Tobin would get married. I also envisioned their future children as ending up very confident, highly opinionated, well endowed and being all over Guyer Field in various roles and poses.
From Wesley Lum on September 6th, 2017
I remember Phil from his arrival in Laguna during our Thurston Jr High School days. He was very good natured, helpful, and friendly. What a great smile and laugh. They were infectious.
We were teammates on the varsity football team. He was big, strong and fast. He and Jim Miller were starting tackles on defense AND offense at the start of senior year. They were that good!
I last saw Phil in New Orleans in 1979. Anita and lived in Baton Rouge. Phil generously hosted us and my parents for the weekend at the Marriott in the French Quarter. He wouldn't let us pay for anything all weekend!
I'm so sorry he's passed. We weren't that close, but I've missed him. The world needs more people like Phil.
Marina, was always a joy to be around and you could tell she was having the time of her life. We all love her so much and will miss not being able to see her at the reunion. Nice to know she had her own great memories of LBHS to uplift her spirit during trying times. God bless her family.
From Sam Totten on April 22nd, 2017
Marina was the sweetest girl. I always loved seeing her in the corridors and the Senior Patio at LBHS. It really hurts to hear that she is no longer alive and died due to such a horrible malady. It would have been very special to see her after all of these years.
This picture of Ethan in his calm easy going full form is from one of our Sunday in the park after another reunion. The Oliver's lived not far from me in Laguna Canyon and I was good friends with his younger sister Iona. This is one of the hardest to write as I was really looking forward to seeing Ethen again at this reunion and am sad beyond words to hear he had passed.
Of course every one loved Ethan for all the amazing sports accomplishments as do I but, he is my brother in the gospel, who would have thought when we sat next to each other at baccalaureate service just before graduation that we would years down the road both be members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. About a year after I joined the church at my missionary farwell (at the chapel across the street from LBHS) I looked out to the crowd and what two beautiful faces did I see but Ethan Olver and Rusty Wiezbowski. I was so touched they would come an support me at that time. In fact, on my mission I would talk about Oliver all the time (I don't think I ever got a chance to tell him) people would ask me why the not all male members able to enjoy all the blessings of the priesthood until June 8, 1978. It was my understanding that Ethan joined the church before those blessings were received by revelation (about that time I was investigating the church with Willa Cather who had also joined) It was very impressive to me that Ethan had such a strong testimony and the courage to follow his impressions from the Spirit that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints to be the only true and living church upon the earth. God bless you Ethan and your family, Thou good and faithful servent has now entered into the Lord's rest. Looking forward to our future Heavely Reunion.
my friend Jimmy.. it seemed we knew each other always, he and I shared a locker all through high school and he was one of the best friends I have ever had.. his wonderful smile, his laugh and most of all his unending patience with me eating his lunch all the time is one of the many lovely traits I have remembered to this day.. He made me a better person.. much love Jimmy
From Wesley Lum on September 19th, 2017
I've missed Jim over the years. It's been over 40 years since he's been gone. Jim and I were very close from junior high through high school. In those days my family lived on Cress Street just about two blocks from Jim and his dad. Jim and I studied together almost every night. I needed all the academic help I could find.
As a result of this close and constant togetherness, I got to know Jim's family and was included in many Paige events. He was like a brother to me. Jim was soft spoken. He had a great sense of humor. We had lots of laughs.
When someone or something reminds me of Jim, I always think of our biology experiment. Jim and I were partners for the science fair and chose to show how frog muscles conducted electricity We had a difficult time finding a frog to use in our experiment. First, we learned the loud croaks in our back yards came from very small tree frogs. So his father, Mr. Paige, our history teacher in Thurston Junior High School, drove us one evening to Trabuco Canyon to find frogs. Nothing!! On the way home that night we stopped in a old, rickety store to ask locals where we might find frogs. A older very disheveled looking guy told us where there were frogs. We didn't believe him but went there anyway. Wow! We found the pond full of frogs and caught a dozen to bring home. They were bigger than our fists. We were in frog heaven and had much practice with all the frogs' legs before the science fair.
I'm so thankful to have had this special relationship with Jim and memories from days long ago.
Jack was a really good guy! He always seemed so laidback. And a hard partier! I was always jealous that he had Pam Springe as a girlfriend. But good for him!
The last time I saw Jack was at the party Jackie Miller hosted at her home on Temple Hills Drive. It was good to speak with him, but really sad to observe the tough, tough time (and that, of course, is a gross understatement) he had been through and was continuing to deal with.
I like to remember him as standing in the corridor overlooking the Senior Patio casually talking to Pete McMahon, Jeff Stevens, Cameron Smith or other of his sidekicks.
From Wesley Lum on September 22nd, 2017
Today, 9:46 AM
I remember playing with Jack after school in second grade. His family lived behind the Alpha Beta Market near Aliso School. Mostly, I remember his refrigerator FULL of Kraft Cheese; his stepdad worked for Kraft Foods. So, we have been friends since 1956!!! Jack was a special person. Each of us who knew Jack have our own memories of him. Let this be a trigger to release those memories.
I do wish to share my relationship with Jack over the last 20 years. Jack was diagnosed with Parkinson's in the 1980s. Since he was unable to work we would spend time together when I was in Laguna visiting my parents. I got to know his family -- Peggy, his wife, and Katie, their daughter. We'd go to LBHS volleyball games to watch Katie or to the football games. Often I'd join Jeff and Nancy Stevens and the Sextons for social events, especially dinners at Adolfo's. We'd also golf with Pete McMahon and Jim Miller. Actually, they golfed while Jack and I looked for our balls in the bushes.
Jack and I spent days on the beach playing cards and visiting with his beach buddies. We walked the beaches and the town often. These walks were punctuated with Jack stopping to talk with strangers and locals. He was friendly with everyone!!
Ol' Cameron merits a novel, not a mere statement. He was, of course, the epitome of cool.
One Friday night I got off late at Albertsons -- where a gang of us from the Class of '67 worked (Ray Gervais, Mike Moore, Pete McMahon, Mark Schidecker (sp?), Ethan Oliver, and I'm probably leaving someone out and I apologize for that) -- and headed up to LBHS to catch the end of the basketball game in process. And there's ol' Cameron taking the last three shots (and making all of them to win the game!) as the Laguna crowd went nuts. That's the way I like to remember him, in his element, and going for it!
I also remember the first time I came into contact with Cameron. Mike Moore and Charlie Smale and I hit a party down at Three Arch Bay. By the time we got there almost everyone was already drunk, and raising hell and having a great time. Cameron had climbed up atop the cliff forming the three arches and was about to jump. Joey Jaharus and a slew of girls were urging/begging him not to, but of course Cameron insisted he was going to do so. Someone shoved a quart of beer in my hand and a girl I didn't know (and had never seen before) grabbed my hand and the next thing I know we're making out in the sand. In the background I kept hearing "No Cameron, don't!" The girl, by the way, was Kathy Root, who I don't ever recall talking to again, for some reason that totally escapes me today. (Maybe I looked a whole lot better to her in the dark and under the influence than I did in the light of day...well, you know what I mean.)
When I visited my brother back at Yale, a good friend of his (Charlie Walters) had recently transferred from the University of Washington to Yale. Somehow Cameron's name came up, and Charlie began to regale us with one "Cameron" story after another about Cameron up in Washington. Eventually, each time Charlie finished a Cameron story I'd say, "Hell, that's nothing. There was this time when Cameron..." We must have gone on for 30 to 40 minutes laughing like hell at the antics of Cameron.
The last time I saw Cameron (which was shortly before I left the US to live and teach Down Under), Cam and I shared a pitcher in The Hatchcover. I'd never seen him so reflective. His brother, Rod, had recently been involved in the bad car accident with Bobby Mikels, and Cam shared how he feared Rod would not be able to get his teaching certificate because of the accident and that's all that Rod wanted to do -- teach. Cam went on and on and on about how bad he felt for his brother, and I have to tell you, it was really moving. It was obvious Cameron was one hellva brother.
From Wesley Lum on September 22nd, 2017
Cameron was an exceptional kid. He was a great athlete, smart, personable, and good looking. Of course, he was popular. I was envious of his talents!! He'd get an A on tests without studying. He was a star on any team, any sport. He received an athletic scholarship to the University of Washington. He became a building contractor and built custom homes. One he built for himself was around the corner from my parents home in South Laguna. He was a very giving person, especially to my parents.
Unfortunately, he had difficulties in his adult life. Many of us knew of some of these difficulties and would often inquire of him at gatherings. A few years ago when his health was failing some of us traveled to Idaho to visit him, Gail Goodell Kearns, and Robert and Marjoline Renfro. Then some of us traveled to Mexico to visit him and Nick Woodbury and family. These gatherings and the phone conversations we all had with him his last few years was meaningful to us. We know it meant much to him, too.
Another beautiful face I was looking forward to see. Sad for another loss to us all. There was not another like her. God bless her family.
From Dave Wetzel on April 29th, 2017
Carolyn was a friend in deed and truly cared for the ups and downs and in the lives of others. She counseled me on many occasions providing me an audience to express my post Vietnam challenges and frustrations. A true friend, we loved to talk politics and about her dads Bagpipery, etc. I was always on the lookout for her around town to keep in touch and have often wondered where she disappeared to. Sadly, now I know and miss her all the more.
From Dave Wetzel on April 29th, 2017
Carolyn was a good and caring friend, we would look forward to seeing one another as we were bipping about town, to talk about current events and challenges in our lives, about our families, "pollutics" and my latest inventions. Recently I have been wondering why we haven't crossed paths in such a long time. With a sad and grieving heart for her loss, now I know.
From Sam Totten on August 31st, 2017
Carolyn was another classmate who always had a smile for everyone. Very casual, very sweet. Was always good to see her in the years that followed our graduation.