Greg and I were in South Scool together for a lot of years. Saxe and NCHS followed and a lot of time at "dancing" with so many other Walter Schalk Dance School kids. My first memory of Greg was that when we were very young, he had an operation to have his ears "pinned back". He was the first person I knew who had had any kind of surgery. We were all fascinated. The first day he was back at school post-surgery was an amazing day indeed. He looked like a totally different person!! None of us could believe it was him. His huge brown eyes seemed to have grown tremendous, and he was SO handsome that I fell instantly in love. Luckily for him, ( I would have definitely been a "stalker") another boy captured my attention, and still "sort-of" has it to this day. That made dancing school a heck of a lot easier, because Greg and I were frequently partners, and I would have blushed red as a beet every time we had to dance together. I have one picture of us in 5th or 6th gtade all dressed up and looking spiffy, but the look on my face ( semi-tortured) reveals all. Glad I can admit this now, and wish I had had the courage to "'fess up" to him at the last reunion when It could have given him a laugh. He was a very nice guy, never afraid to be artistic, theatrical, musical, athletic, or a writer. A man of many talents, and a very good brain. A huge loss to our class, and to the world.
Greg was a friend of mine and I remember two moments like they were yesterday. The first was his cosmetic surgery which rescued him from Dumbo comparisons. The second was in 3rd grade when we had the music teacher visit each of our desks as we sang some song. After 15 seconds the music teacher would announce the number 1 or 2 and Mrs. Warren (a neighbor where I hung out with her son Billy) would record it in a little book. But there were two glaring excepts as Greg and I were 'awarded' 3s. We soon figured out that meant tone deaf. That ended any musical ambition I might have had but it didn't phase Greg in the slighted. That 'I can do anything' attitude stuck with him through his school days. I'm saddened I won't get to see him in September.
I have forgotten so much of our early years, but Greg is not one to forget easily! He and I were good friends early on. I remember in 2nd grade at South School, that we sat next to each and would play a game of pulling the chair out from under each other as we went to sit down. Unfortunately, one time I did it to Greg ans l must have been a little late and he did not see it coming so he sat down hard with no chair to catch him. Our teacher, cannot remember her name, caught us in the act, or should I say caught me in the act. As I was somewhat a goody goody I was mortified and even more so when I was sent to the principal's office and my parents were notified. Thankfully, Greg and I continued as friends, at least thru 6th grade at West School. I do not remember what happeNed later after 6th grade but I have always had fond memories of our time together.
Lauren Holt
Greg and I were in South Scool together for a lot of years. Saxe and NCHS followed and a lot of time at "dancing" with so many other Walter Schalk Dance School kids. My first memory of Greg was that when we were very young, he had an operation to have his ears "pinned back". He was the first person I knew who had had any kind of surgery. We were all fascinated. The first day he was back at school post-surgery was an amazing day indeed. He looked like a totally different person!! None of us could believe it was him. His huge brown eyes seemed to have grown tremendous, and he was SO handsome that I fell instantly in love. Luckily for him, ( I would have definitely been a "stalker") another boy captured my attention, and still "sort-of" has it to this day. That made dancing school a heck of a lot easier, because Greg and I were frequently partners, and I would have blushed red as a beet every time we had to dance together. I have one picture of us in 5th or 6th gtade all dressed up and looking spiffy, but the look on my face ( semi-tortured) reveals all. Glad I can admit this now, and wish I had had the courage to "'fess up" to him at the last reunion when It could have given him a laugh. He was a very nice guy, never afraid to be artistic, theatrical, musical, athletic, or a writer. A man of many talents, and a very good brain. A huge loss to our class, and to the world.
Barry DeLapp
Greg was a friend of mine and I remember two moments like they were yesterday. The first was his cosmetic surgery which rescued him from Dumbo comparisons. The second was in 3rd grade when we had the music teacher visit each of our desks as we sang some song. After 15 seconds the music teacher would announce the number 1 or 2 and Mrs. Warren (a neighbor where I hung out with her son Billy) would record it in a little book. But there were two glaring excepts as Greg and I were 'awarded' 3s. We soon figured out that meant tone deaf. That ended any musical ambition I might have had but it didn't phase Greg in the slighted. That 'I can do anything' attitude stuck with him through his school days. I'm saddened I won't get to see him in September.
Peter Rucci
I have forgotten so much of our early years, but Greg is not one to forget easily! He and I were good friends early on. I remember in 2nd grade at South School, that we sat next to each and would play a game of pulling the chair out from under each other as we went to sit down. Unfortunately, one time I did it to Greg ans l must have been a little late and he did not see it coming so he sat down hard with no chair to catch him. Our teacher, cannot remember her name, caught us in the act, or should I say caught me in the act. As I was somewhat a goody goody I was mortified and even more so when I was sent to the principal's office and my parents were notified. Thankfully, Greg and I continued as friends, at least thru 6th grade at West School. I do not remember what happeNed later after 6th grade but I have always had fond memories of our time together.Bob Janis
Greg was our manager. Hope he is resting in musical peace.