Jim Lusk and wife Janet were lifelong  friends to Mary Jane and me. I remember at Brooks Jim played soccer and hockey. He was smart and amiable, and  was  Maintenance Prefect his senior year. In the spring terms Jim and I were managers of the very successful baseball team which featured Jerry Emmet as our star pitcher and Mr. Ashburn as our Coach!

Jim graduated from Yale!  I attended Trinity for three years,  and 14 months  in the Marine Corps in San Diego. We both worked at Bankers Trust in NYC  in the Trust Department for a few years. Later after working in the Bond Department, Jim and Janet moved to Chicago, where Jim had a successful career at Northern Trust.

We were  ushers in each other's weddings, and Jim later was a godfather to my son Jackson,  Brooks '91. Over the years we saw each other frequently spending time together during vacations in Florida and Rhode Island. Jim's  and my  kids have been good friends,  and we all exchange emails and remembrances of the Lusk and Marvel families.

While at Brooks, Michael was an exceptional basketball and baseball player, leading championship teams as a basketball guard or shortstop. His exceptional hand-eye coordination guided his tennis and golf swing for most of his adult years.

Like three other Brooks '56 classmates (Bride, Ford & Perkins), he choose the life of teaching and coaching, first at Holderness School,  then completing a distinguished career at Philips Exeter Academy. Because our educational careers were parallel in nature, I often chatted with him about Exeter, Harvard and his Brooks experiences. 

Several anecdotes worth recalling illustrate Michael's witty and endearing character. When a 1998 documentary about FDA was being produced, Michael offered a personal atonement. Sometime in 1954 while sitting in Room M, Michael heard Mr. Ashburn's rebuke about a mischievous cutlery fork bender. On camera Michael owned up to his foolish juvenile action. 

While visiting Michael and Adrianne in Exeter several months before he died, our conversation revolved around Brooks School memories. Without any hesitation and still fresh in his mind he whispered two embarrassing First Form recollections.  First, that he earned only a D- in senior math (me too); still uncomfortable for him. Second, as a guard on the championship 1956 Brooks Basketball team, he lamented the loss at a post season Connecticut tournament final because," I dribbled too much!" 

What he didn't mention was winning the Charles H. Blair bat for leading batsman in the Eastern Intercollegiate Baseball League. Nor did he refer to the Harvard /Yale baseball victory memorialized in the Boston Herald sports page photos featuring his sizzling throw from third to first base, while on his knees, to help defeat Yale in 1962. Nor did he cite his Brooks Athletic Alumni Hall of Fame recognition, nor his being one of ten recipients of the prestigious Exeter Endowed Chair, the Woodbridge Odlin Professor in English!

Though I can't speculate Michael's parting thoughts when we said goodbye that afternoon, certainly the final line from Hamlet, "The rest is silence." seems appropriate for the circumstance! Like so many who played, learned or socialized with Michael, our appreciation for him and other Brooksians, who died this past year, saddens us to the core.

by Ellery McLanahan ‘56    

Tony Brown graduated with us in ‘56. Then he attended the Univ of Colorado in Boulder before returning to NYC. In 1962 he married Leelee and they remained a couple for the remainder of his life living in both the Lenox House on East 78th in NYC and at their home in Easthampton, NY. Tony was listed as a financial person in his wedding announcement and as a development associate for the National Council of the AA in our 2003 Alumni Directory. Roy Plum reports he was at our 50th Reunion in North Andover and that he frequented the Maidstone Club in Easthampton. He apparently had little or no contact with Brooks classmates over the years. He will be remembered for his backfield play on our football team, where fellow backs McLanahan, Bride and Bliss remember his speed and grace.

by Ted Ritchie ‘66
            

Shel was ‘all in’ guy. Whatever his involvement, it had his full attention and effort.  He loved sports, biking, the outdoors, and just being with people.  And his engagement in all these areas was infectious. He went out of his way to support causes in which he believed and would annually make the trek to Massachusetts to participate in the Pan-Mass Challenge – a grueling two-day 211 mile bike-a-thon to raise funds for cancer research at Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston. His exuberance and friendship will be missed by us all.

Charlie loved nothing more than passing his insights on to others, and he was a passionate and gifted teacher. He pursued a life of inquiry and always made time for the restorative pastime that he loved: fly fishing on his family’s ranch in Montana. Charlie’s devotion to his family and friends was laudable and valiant, even amidst declining health. Charlie is remembered with great fondness by all of the class of 1966.

Nick’s life after Brooks required a lot of him. He joined the Marines as an interpreter in Vietnam and barely survived a Viet Cong attack.  Alongside art studies back home, he earned economics degrees at Harvard and NYU, launching a career in international banking that eventually landed him in Dusseldorf, Germany.  We contacted Nick there for the 50th reunion show, and he planned to send new paintings over,  but the communications suddenly ended. It turned out he had suddenly fallen ill from the effects of Agent-Orange-acquired Parkinson’s disease. He died May 20, 2016, just when our reunion was underway. He was buried, with full honors, at Arlington National Cemetery.

Being raised on a farm, David knew how to “do things” that were way beyond the reach of the rest of us. As FDA said in a send-off poem at our graduation in 1966: “And when lots of things need doing, it is David that gets them done.” David, with his wife Kathy, devoted his life to improving and diversifying the orchard and this legacy is now carried forward by his son David Jr.

Tag played hockey and football at Brooks and he is remembered for his friendliness and good nature.

He attended Boston University, served in the Marine Corps Reserve, and had a long career as a stockbroker, retiring from Moors & Cabot of Boston in 2010. He loved tinkering with and driving classic British sports cars like the Austin-Healey, and he was a skilled sailor, racing and cruising his 40-foot sloop Quadrille, which was once captained by his late father, Albert Goodhue Jr. 

Tag’s wife, Sherrie Hovey Goodhue, predeceased him. They are survived by two sons, Leland, also of Salem, and Nathaniel, of Parris Island, S.C.