Loretta O’Mara Walsh
Mother of John Walsh
Mar. 23, 1922 – Feb. 18, 2016
Loretta O’Mara Walsh, age 93, of River Forest, IL; beloved wife of the late John J. “Coach” Jr.; loving mother of John J. III (Dia), Kevin O. (Maggi), Mary W. (John) McHugh, Loretta M., and Therese W. “Tagger” (William) O’Brien; devoted grandmother of Kieran (Marianne), Briana, and Conall (Andrea) Walsh, Kevin (Kiera), Patrick, Michael (fiancée Claire Mullen), Emmett (fiancée Lisa Gonzalez), and Ryan Walsh, Molly (Bob) Crawford, Bridget, Colleen, and William O’Brien, and the late John McHugh; great-grandmother of 7; dear sister of the late Shirley (the late Alexander) Burke, Elizabeth (the late Edmund) Branand and Anne (the late Robert) Conroy; fond aunt and great-aunt of many. Loretta was a graduate of St. Luke, Trinity and Rosary College, all in River Forest. For over 50 years she along with her late husband were the owners and brokers of P.M. Walsh & Co. in Elmwood Park, IL. Visitation Sunday, February 21st from 3 to 8 p.m. at Drechsler, Brown, & Williams Funeral Home, 203 S. Marion St., Oak Park. Friends and family will meet at St. Vincent Ferrer Church, Lathrop and North Ave., River Forest on Monday for Mass at 10:00 a.m. Interment Queen of Heaven Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations to the Muscular Dystrophy Association (mda.org) are appreciated.
On June 4, 2014, Ron Kurtz wrote to tell all of us:
Sadly, this is to inform you of the death on May 17 of my freshman year roommate, John Siverd. An incomparably good man, mature beyond his years, even as a freshman. How he ever tolerated me, I’ll never understand. We’ve lost another good one.
His obituary, sent to me by his lovely wife, Nancy, is attached.
(Click here to view obituary published in Idaho area where John lived with his family:
Ned Buchbinder called and then wrote with sad news of his friend and former roommate Jorge Mas’ death in his native Puerto Rico:
In Memoriam: Steven G. Rothmeier
Among the notes that originated with Tom Durkin was a remembrance distributed by Bryan Dunigan:
I always knew Steve to be a great Gentleman in every sense of that word. I will always remember him as a great guy and I am sorry to hear of his passing. May his soul rest in peace—he had little peace in Stanford Hall!!
Long-Serving Lumen Christi Institute Board Chair, Former Northwest Airlines CEO, and University of Chicago Trustee
Steven G. Rothmeier—a successful businessman who rose to CEO at Northwest Airlines and later founded Great Northern Capital, a private investment management firm in St. Paul, MN—died May 14th, 2014 after suffering from dementia and Parkinson’s disease. He was 67.
Born in Mankato, Minnesota in 1946, Rothmeier received a BA in Business Administration from the University of Notre, where he also played varsity football.
Following his undergraduate studies, he put aside his professional aspirations to serve his country and was decorated for his service as an infantry officer in Vietnam.
Upon his return to civilian life, Rothmeier earned an MBA from the University of Chicago Graduate School of Business in 1973. After working briefly at General Mills, he joined Northwest Airlines. Twelve years later—at the age of 38—he became CEO. His discipline and strong work ethic helped streamline the company and make it more competitive. Under his watch, Northwest added new routes and expanded hubs to cities such as Detroit and Memphis.
Through all his accomplishments, Rothmeier was devoted to the Catholic Church. He participated actively in St. Agnes Parish in St. Paul, MN—acclaimed for the beauty of its liturgy and sacred music. He erected a private chapel in his Bavarian-style home outside St. Paul, in Eagan, MN. Patterned after chapels in Europe, it featured traditional Bavarian leaded-glass windows, as well as a little bell tower.
Fr. George Rutler—who first met him about twenty years ago through visits to St. Agnes—was touched by his friend’s humble and profound faith: “He was a man of so many varied talents which he exercised as effortlessly as he was modest about them. Since Our Lord knows what is in the heart of man, and far better than we do, He knows the number of the numberless good things Steven did for the good of the Church.”
He was also deeply committed to his alma mater, the University of Chicago. He served as Trustee of the College and was a member of the Council on the Graduate School of Business.
It was while he was a U of C Trustee that came to know of the work of the Lumen Christi Institute. Thrilled about a place that could unite his love for the Church as well as the U of C, he joined the board in December of 1998, only a year after the Institute was founded. He was elected as Chairman of the Board of Directors soon after and served faithfully from 1999-2009.
Under his guidance, Lumen Christi experienced tremendous growth. Noel Moore, who succeeded Rothmeier as Chairman of the Board, underscored his vital contribution to the Institute’s development: “Steve’s faith, leadership, and generosity nurtured Lumen Christi’s growth and stature when we needed it most; at the Institute’s founding and early days.”
Moore further added: “All that Lumen Christi has accomplished over the past 17 years, would not have been possible but for Steve’s early and sustained commitment.”
Thomas Levergood, Executive Director of the Lumen Christi Institute, remarked: “As a University of Chicago alumnus and trustee, Steve Rothmeier understood the culture of excellence of the University and the need for an articulate Catholic presence within its culture. He was especially pleased as the Institute developed its national Program in Economics and Catholic Social Thought.”
Rothmeier’s deep faith made a lasting impression on all who met him: “I am better for having known him, and take consolation in the fervent belief that we can be closer now in the prayers of the Mass than ever we were privileged to be in this passing world,” said Rutler.
June 10, 2014 (See item in blog notes: Father John Dunne died in November, 2013) The Daily Domer obituary Got me walking to Engineering, And when I went inside I remembered Where I sat, not something he said, Although from my seat I could see him Up front, and close up after class, Then I imagined him at the end, In bed, eyes closed, bearded, no beret. I had read "The Circle Dance of Time," but Still wondered what he boiled after death Down to before his death. Now, I see the class blog mentions His last book, "Eternal Consciousness," and I figure, if someone bedside dared ask, "You're still thinking light, right?" He would not say over and out. Where do you and I need to be at the end? Do we have some leeway? Whaddaya think? Of course, we got leeway. God made leeway. So, don't avoid Questions in twilight, even if you're set, You guys, with your families and hobbies and ways, By now, if you don't cheat on your wife, you might Even eat the hell that goes with heaven, Rather than trust God to love all your issues. Anyway, whatever you've been thinkin', Take this basic question from Father Dunne, Whether death leads to light we will know, or Dark we won't -- let's call that nothing -- it's where He brings Christ to the plate to swing for light. Wanna hit for yourself? Le'me tellya, Light is good anyway you can get it. When my stroke started, I knew nothing, And it wasn't the nice thing Father Dunne Called the void in the stillness. Was it The no thing Alzamora was shouting about At 2 in the morning during exam week, When he looked at me, all anger, Held out his fist, and exclaimed, "I know there is nothing! Nothing!"? Me? I never got to nothing before Or after my stroke, and now I see things At night in the dark, eyes open or closed, I can summon them if they don't appear, Achromatic crumbs morph into faces, Against the black background, mostly grotesques, Laughing and talking, but I can't hear'em. Odd stuff. Charles Bonnet syndrome? Or something I shouldn't yet know? They're nothing my doctors wanna talk about. Is silence speaking to the impure heart? Don't know. Hope I never see'em in my car. I think they're a wiring issue that May or may not affect anyone's take On what I'm talking about, as I Lean toward light as a matter of policy. And if death leads to Eternity, but Once we're there we can't tell, That's not the worst result I can think of, As I ponder my nighttime visions. Can this case be settled? Are all the Hindus wrong? Do I have to do a better job of living? I've now read the last book, which says Eternal life is more than we can tell, But not than we can know. And we do that How, Jim? The way you do it or don't. And Keep an eye out for clues, in God's presence. Copyright © 2013, J. M. Davis All rights reserved
Forrest Hainline sent this news June 9, 2014:
A link to a review of the poetry anthology Forgetting Home, which discusses my included poem, Holding Hands.
Also, my poem Fibonacci – Water (Variation 1) is in the Fib Review http://lnkd.in/bh4u6S3
Forrest A. Hainline III
Goodwin Procter LLP
San Francisco, CA
(Brian McMahon, who had a hand in the Shaggs back then, received this material from his daughter Mariah, and forwarded it to Will/Bill and Joan Dunfey, who sent it on to Gini/Virginia Waters Enright, who forwarded it to the Class of 1968. Click the link in mid-article and that will take you to another trove of Shaggs history. Brian wrote:
60′s garage rock bands – the Shaggs/the Shags – 1964
When I graduated from high school in 1964, I returned home to Pekin, Illinois to work for a year in order to save up $$ to attend the University of Notre Dame, but I used to go back up to ND a couple of times a month on weekends to hang out. On one my first visits, a football Saturday in fall 1964, I walked into the Rathskeller below the student center to find the Shaggs set up and playing — Frank Krakowski, RayWheatly, John Hall (who later founded the group Orleans, penned the big hits Dance With Me & You’re Still The One, and is now a Congressman from New York) & one other guy named Joe. They blew me away. I had been playing bass in a local central Illinois teen band, Eddie & the Excels, but I went back & formed my own version of the Shags — with one “G”. They became very popular in the Peoria/Pekin area that year, culminating with a top 3 finish in the Battle of the Bands at the Illinois State Fair the summer of 65. The next year, September 1965, I enrolled at ND and looked up Frank K. Turned out he was in the same hall as me, Farley, and needed a singer since John Hall had left ND (willingly or unwillingly). All of a sudden, I was in the real SHAGGS & performing on Sorin Hall porch was now “my domain” on football Saturdays!
Another band, the Shamrocks, were our main competition for all the frat parties that were held almost every weekend at a place called the Laurel club on the other side of South Bend. It was far enough away from campus that the junior & senior class social organizations could rent it out, a floor for each class, & have bands, dancing & booze. It was a wild scene, great parties, girls dancing on the tables, guys doing the alligator on the floor. I had this 50-foot mic cord and I would wander the room & dance floor during certain songs. We had no cars at first, so the Shaggs would take 2 cabs there & back. Frank had it all worked out so all the equipment would fit in one cab & the 2 trunks (including his drums & the PA), & we would all cram into the other cab. Later, we saved up enough to get the hearse pictured above.
We had a lot of fun & performed in some unusual situations. I remember playing for a class event in the sand at the Indiana Dunes & once playing in transit on a train full of students bound for West Lafayette, Indiana for a Notre Dame-Purdue football game. When Stepan Center was built on campus, we became one of the main openers for concerts there. We opened for The Kingsmen of Louie, Louie fame (Frank’s dream come true – check out the picture of the Shaggs & the Kingsmen on the right), as well as The Supremes, the Buckinghams, the American Breed, Baby Huey & The Baby Sitters, etc.
The other new member of the Shaggs was Geoff Gillette, a freshman from Chatham, New Jersey, who has gone on to become one of the most respected live sound engineers on the West coast. We became close friends. That spring (April ’66), the Shaggs, in order to have something to put on “The Huddle” jukebox, recorded two songs, direct to 45 rpm acetate, at a place called Universal Audio in nearby Osceola, Indiana. The songs were Farmer John (one of our big crowd pleasers) and Too Dark For Day, a song Geoff & I wrote. Click on the titles to hear them in all their glory, salvaged from the worn out disc. Check them out!
Geoff & I were sort of a self contained duo & could sit in with any band & do our shit. I was a guitar player too, but stuck to tambourine/harmonica mostly with the SHAGGS. At the end of our freshman year, May 1966, Geoff and I delivered a drive-away out to San Diego at the urging of Denise Willett, a St Mary’s girl who lived in Pacific Beach. Geoff loved to surf, & we lived at the beach, a few blocks from where I now own a home, & would take our guitars down to the boardwalk & serenade passersby with Beatles/Stones songs. We also got taken down to Tijuana a few times, where we would sit in with the Mexican cover bands at all of the clubs along Avenida Revolucion & do a few songs in exchange for drinks (zombies). What a time!
For more information, you will find an 2002 interview from 60sgaragebands.com by clicking http://southbendpower90s.blogspot.com/2010/01/shaggs-wink-1963.html
Here’s a sample songlist of some Shaggs material:
Walkin The Dog
Twist & Shout
Time Is On My Side
The Last Time
Tell Me You’re Comin Back To Me
You Better Run
Devil With A Blue Dress On
Land Of 1000 Dances
Play With Fire
I Got You Babe
Land Of 1000 Dances
Shakin All Over
About Me, Chuck Perin
When I was in high school, I developed an appreciation for music and literature; anything different and creative captivated me. I spent all my free time listening to record albums or reading. It was those dreamy, brutal, magical 1960′s. Everyone was getting a voice. Acoustic music and topical songwriting exploded as an art form, so playing guitar and putting my own thoughts into songs was a natural progression for me. It not only grew to become something I enjoyed doing, it became my passion – and I’ve kept working at it ever since. If you do anything long enough, you begin to develop your own sensibilities and style. My goal has always been to keep learning and growing.
I have been running a jazz performance space in San Diego called dizzy’s since April 2000. There I schedule and present a wide cross section of creative music – whatever excites me. I fill my head with the positivity of hundreds of nights of musical performances each year and carry that creative vibe over into my days, spending them writing and recording my own music.
I’m a lucky man.