I am back from my 50-year class reunion at Tulane University. I encountered the Commandant of the US Marine Corps and a brilliant professor of Russian studies-William Craft Blumfield. I connected with old friends and made some new ones. It was a great trip.
Something hit me hard. Let us go back 51
years. I was a 21-year-old young man married and a student at Tulane. My first
wife and I sharted deep friendships with three other couples living on the 4th
floor of an 8-story apartment building located at 6440 South Claiborne Avenue
in New Orleans. It was located on the Tulane campus. An old stadium was right
behind the building. The New Orleans Saints started playing professional
football at this stadium.
Our first dear friends were Mutizwa
Chirunga (of Zimbabwe), Jackie Chirunga (American woman), and infant Mutizwa
Chirunga, Jr. When Mutizwa, Jr. was christened in a church, 48 Africans living
in the New Orleans area showed up. My first wife and I were honored to be the
only Europeans invited to the christening. Mutizwa had big dreams of becoming a
doctor in the US. His dreams never came true. Mutizwa died in poverty of cancer
at age 53 in Michigan.
Kenneth Alan Jaye and Eylona Jaye were the
second couple. They had come from Miami. Ken was a graduate student in the
School of Social Work. We developed a deep friendship with Ken and Eylona Jaye.
Eylona was a schoolteacher. I went to see Ken's mom and dad in Miami. We stayed
in contact for many years after we left Tulane. Ken was obese and sedentary.
The Tulane University Alumni Association list Ken as diseased. I am sure that
he died of a heart attack or complications from diabetes.
Bill and Mimi Schoof were the third
couple. They had come from Albany, New York. Bill was a graduate student at the
Tulane School of Social Work. Mimi worked at a job in New Orleans to help her
husband. I lost touch with Bill and Mimi after I left Tulane. The Tulane Alumni
Association also lists Bill as deceased. Perhaps he died of cancer. Perhaps he
was hit by a drunk driver. The cause of death is not listed.
The wives of these men are still living.
The wonderful group of 4 men and struggling students should have been part of
the 50-year class reunion. I am the only survivor. It hit me hard and made me
think. I'm a very lucky man! I will leave you to reflect on my words.
Find some
peace and love today!
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