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Well, THIS party's over, but we wanted to leave you wanting more, more, more...and so we shall:  in mid-winter, 2017, count on coming to The Villages for a mini reunion, planned by Villages residents, Marilyn Snider, Karen Hassberger, Rick Yokuty, and Sue Adams. Everyone will be welcome, however we are aiming to connect with classmates who live or winter in Florida.

 At this point, you can click on 50th Reunion.... and add photos of your own.  

Let's keep in touch,


THE GAME continues on our 50th Reunion Website. If you haven't joined in, there is no limit as to when the game will "over"... because, it won't!

"Check often to see the latest entries. RULES: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note in the Message Forum with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about youself. At the end, choose five others from the reunion website to be tagged. If I tagged you, its because I want to know more about you.  You must respond within three days and tag (at least) three other people. We once knew pretty much everything about each other, now . . . not so much. Anybody been in an earthquake? Nope... Whale watching? You bet! Grow jalapenos? Boston Legal fan? Season tickets to ball games? Have 10 grandchildren? Weigh what you did in high school? Weigh twice what you did in high school? By-pass surgery? Lasik and would you recommend it or not? Everybody had their colonoscopy? Anybody? (I bet more women have than the men) See, we aren't movie stars and didn't grow up to be president, either, and that's okay. We want to know you again and be friends. Hope you join the fun."

Karen Hassberger Hoerauf:

25 Random Things You Don't Know About Me:

!) Yes, planning a reunion is work, but there is a goal to reach and getting to that point is a real pleasure.

2) I so enjoy seeing my old friends... those I have known from kindergarten like Connie Touchtone, Barbara Wressell, & Richard Todd.

3) I so enjoy seeing my good friends like Billie Warsin, Norma Metzgar, Sue Adams,Mary Eaton,Sue Pussehll Nancy Hatfield (where were you, Nancy?), Chris Dankert, Cathy Giessell, etc, etc.

4) I so enjoyed seeing people that I "know" but have never really gotten to know.

5) W.... I'm not done yet... have some errands to run, but I'll be back

     Arthur Hill High School 65
Classes of 1965


From:  Stephen Liskow

Your Kids Teach You The Darnedest Things! About two years ago, my daughter dropped a bombshell when she came down to visit. “Dad,” she said, “I’m doing roller derby. I’m Hazel Smut Crunch of New Hampshire Skate Free or Die.” I remembered Joannie Weston and the Bay Area Bombers on TV from my own misspent youth, but thought roller derby had gone the way of disco and big hair years before. Boy, was I wrong. A woman I knew from local theater was involved in roller derby, too, and she introduced me to her friends. By the time I knew that several roller derby leagues had their own Web site, I also knew there was a book in there somewhere. I wasn’t sure what it was yet, but the bus had left Kansas far behind. Two teams skate in New Haven, only 30 miles away, and my theater buddy got one of her rink friends to comp me into a bout, derbyspeak for a match. Let the research begin. When I got there, the arena was already packed. Vendors sold tee shirts, jewelry, CDs, ice cream, and home-made cupcakes big enough for croquet. The audience ranged from grandchildren in strollers to grandparents with walkers, and all of them were cheering. Most were family, friends, or—less often—colleagues of the skaters, but it was clear that everyone loved their Roller Girls. I was hooked before I’d found a seat. Roller derby now uses a flat track instead of the old raked oval, and the players stress athleticism and conditioning instead of the sideshow. The two thirty-minute halves were continuous action and the excitement reminded me of a basketball game with Saginaw High. The coach and a trainer invited me to their next practice session, where I interviewed players, coaches, and the head referee. It was like getting a free pass to a galaxy far, far away. Unlike the skaters from long ago who may have moonlighted as stevedores, today’s roller girls tend to have a white collar and a college degree. Dee Nasty teaches middle school English. Girl Fawkes (who posed for my cover) is a property manager. Another skater works with autistic children. Every skater claims she feels more self-confident now that she’s part of the team, too, and many report that they’ve become more assertive in their jobs. Humor ties it all together. The Woman’s Flat Track Derby Association ( has a data base of all the skater’s names, and duplicating a name is akin to copying another clown’s circus make-up, a serious no-no. Many of the names suggest violence, and they lean toward puns. Eleanor Bruisevelt and Luciana Pulverati skate for Connecticut teams, and a major English event (yes, it’s even bigger in Europe) is called the Roll Britannia. When I took a friend down with me last summer, he was so taken with the match and the people that he introduced himself to the referees as “I’m with Steve, the guy who’s writing the book,” and asked about becoming a ref himself. The same day that I started writing the first draft, public TV ran a documentary about roller derby, covering the thirties (yes, that’s when it actually started) all the way through the golden age of the Bay Area Bombers and into the eighties when it almost, but not quite, died. Was that a sign or what? Then my daughter’s shiny new team, the Queen City Cherry Bombs, came down from New Hampshire. Hazel Smut Crunch scored the first points in the bout. The high point of the evening may have been seeing a little girl in pigtails—five years old, max—staring up at this behemoth (my daughter is six-three in skates) in blue tights and asking for an autograph. As role models for young girls, these women are on a level with the UConn women’s basketball team, and they take it seriously. I was still groping for a book title when “Haze” told me that her team picked their name so they could play the old song by the Runaways when they were introduced. Each separate play in a derby bout is a jam, so I remembered “Whammer Jammer,” the J. Geils Band harmonica workout from the seventies. There was my title. One agent passed on the manuscript because “I don’t see how a novel about roller derby would be of interest to anyone except the participants.” A month later, I did an author event with four other local authors and discovered that I was the only one who had not gone the self-publishing route. If you’d asked me about self-publishing a year ago, I would have asked when they last adjusted your dosage. Now, I asked those authors a few questions and decided to go Indie. I published the book at the beginning of October and bought an ad in the roller derby program. My daughter suggested the tagline “If you think ONE bitch on wheels is scary, what do you do with a whole pack?” Well, the women seem both thrilled and amazed that someone actually cared enough to get the facts and write a story about them, so Dee Nasty offered me free admission to the November bout—if I would do a signing. The same day that I said yes, she emailed me that they were posting my ad and the book cover on the five-foot video screen where they keep score. At that signing, I met a former student, who told me she was halfway through the download of The Whammer Jammers and loving it. Small world, yes? Hey, it’s what you learn after you THINK you know everything that really counts. Especially when you learn it from your own kid. Steve Liskow 

As always, we are grateful to those of you who have donated to our slush fund. The fund is being used to get things started since nothing is done for free anymore...really? Was it ever?

Thank you:

Sherry Spatz Kusowski

Tom Heidtke






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