Full Name

Deceased Date

Morgan Aldrich

07/06/1998

Fletcher Anderson

My first love. Fletcher was caring, smart, fun, funny, and athletic. He was never a follower. He was always on the edge and it probably got him in the end. Though our relationship didn't last, he gave me a family I have to this day and for that I am most thankful. - Jenny LeCompte Anderson

Sharon Andress

Jed Appelman '71

Jed is listed as Class of 1971, but he did enroll in CC with us in 1966. He was a good friend-one of the first friends I made outside of my freshman dorm. Jed majored in philosophy, though our paths mainly crossed in the psychology department or the dining hall. Last year when I found his obituary, I learned that he had become a clinical psychologist and had worked in stroke research with the Kaiser Foundation in Berkeley. The tribute in the Friends Journal described him as compassionate, generous, warm, whimsical, and mischievous, which sounded pretty much like the Jed I knew at CC. - Cynthia von Riesen Skeen

I recall a wonderful drive into the mountains with Jed in the fall 1967, when he spoke passionately of protests in Berkeley and dismissed the driver a sports car that roared past us as having "his virility in his tail pipe". I was not at the time, interested in getting closer, and lost track of Jed. But, something about Jed touched me. His interest in social justice, his recognition and rejection of masculine posturing, his sensitivity to others. I have always remembered him and wondered what happened in his life. After his death, I learned more, and now realize that Jed could easily have become a close friend, even a soulmate. We both cared about psychology, social justice, spiritual practice, research, and the arts, and shared a general intellectual interest and appreciation of the world. He apparently saw these possibilities in me at a time when I was not aware of them myself. I'm glad to know that he became a clinical psychologist, had a successful career, married, had children, and was very involved with the Quaker and Buddhist communities - a rich and full life. - Rosemary Barnes

Jim Bailey '69

On Jim Bailey (1946-2018) Jim was a great friend of mine, although we had stopped emailing one another in recent years. We both shared a passion for movies and writing. As stated above, he was a gentle soul, so caring and quiet, yet so skilled and smart. When I was in Seattle in early August I phone to see if we could get together. Only then did I learn, after talking to Yurika and Jim, that he was dying of cancer. Yet he was still able to make a joke about his condition, causing me to laugh out loud. I asked if I could visit him, and he said I could if he felt strong enough. But later I called and he said he was too weak. It was even difficult for him to talk on the phone. Could we email? I asked. He said sure, but never replied to my messages after that. Less than three weeks later he was dead. Jim so prized his wife and kids. I remember his calling me when Chris was considering colleges. I think he called when Chelsea was looking at schools too. He was really concerned that they choose the right one. Jim may be gone but he will certainly not be forgotten. And I know that his family, while missing him, will endure; for I know that he kindled and encouraged in them the same kind of quiet strength that he had, and that's what counts. Rest in peace, Jim. Thanks for being my friend. - Leigh Pomeroy

Barbara Bastian

Bob Brenner

Bob was my roommate my sophmore and senior years. He was a hard worker on our cattle ranch and one of my best friends. He managed to deal with colon cancer for many years. My condolences to Margie, Emily, and Jimmy. - Bill Vieregg

Bob Chase

08/22/2009

Jean Christie

02/03/2012

Randolph Collyer

04/29/2002

Kathleen D'Asaro

08/11/2014

Huston Diehl

Fun of skinny-dipping with Huston in Eden-like stream near Canones, NM during "Three Cultures of the Southwest" anthropology trip with Paul Kutsche's class. - Sarah McAnulty Quilter

Jonathan (Donny) Dorr

10/13/1968

Mark Edgar

05/15/2003

Maxine Fischer

Maxine and I lived on the first floor of MacGregor Hall freshman year. A talented musician, she played the oboe in a woodwind quintet. She also loved jazz. Our senior year we lived together on North Weber Street. One spring break we traveled to Mexico together. She moved to the Seattle area after college, and worked as a curator in a museum. She attended our 25th reunion, and had many memories to discuss. One of my memories was the time she dyed her natural ash blonde hair brown, so she could "see if blondes really have more fun." Tragically, she died of a malignant brain tumor just four years later. - Cynthia von Riesen Skeen

Leslie Gilchrist

02/20/2005

Richard Griffiths

Dick was a dear friend throughout my CC years. He was generous in so many ways. I was without a car and Dick shared his really cool Camaro. For sophomore Spring break, Dick took several of us to his vineyard home in California. Checking out Height Asbury and Fillmore West to see the band Chicago was definitely a peak experience. Dick was always available for a substantive conversation about politics, philosophy, and life's many challenges. I miss him very much and will feel that loss all the more during the reunion. - Doug Lynch

Dick was a dear friend throughout my CC years. He was generous in so many ways. I was without a car and Dick shared his really cool Camaro. For sophomore Spring break, Dick took several of us to his vineyard home in California. Checking out Height Asbury and Fillmore West to see the band Chicago was definitely a peak experience. Dick was always available for a substantive conversation about politics, philosophy, and life's many challenges. I miss him very much and will feel that loss all the more during the reunion. - Doug Lynch

06/13/2006

Christine Harris

04/01/2008

William Heidbreder

06/24/1991

John Kelley

05/20/2007

Robert Kirkpatrick (Bryant)

04/11/1995

Jim Knox

06/19/1992

Ellen Lanier-Phelps (Lanier)

Ellen Lanier and I were next door neighbors in Slocum Hall in our sophomore years. We were both music majors and shared many interests. Ellen was a survivor with incredible courage and strength. She had faced and conquered more adversity than most. One of her greatest challenges was when Donnie Dorr fell to his death while they were hiking together her junior year. Donnie was the love of her life. I was abroad in England that year but I wrote to her weekly. Later, she told me that was the loneliest time of her life, that people would cross the street to avoid talking to her because they didn't know what to say. Ellen had so much loss in her life and yet she still found strength, perhaps through her music, perhaps through sheer grit. I played piano for her senior recital, and preparing for it was a joy. During the performance of three Debussy songs, she forgot the words to one of them in the middle of it. Instead of getting flustered, she simply sang the words of the "Marseillaise" in perfect place of the real text! Only Janine Seay realized!!! We laughed about it at the time and went on to finish the recital without further ado, but it was another example of Ellen's courage and her ability to land on her feet no matter what. We lost touch with each other in the decades after Colorado College, but I never stopped caring about her and considered Ellen to be one of my closest friends. It is one of my great regrets in life that we did not reconnect before she died. - Nancy Theeman

Dianne Lowe (Friend)

09/12/2008

Barry Potter Marshall

12/31/2019

Michael McGrew

08/15/2009

Janet Meury (Stenehjem)

Fond memories of Janet's poetry salons with Kweku Sagoe and Marriner Bertholf and others. Glad to hear that Janet published poetry during her lifetime. - Sarah McAnulty Quilter

Morris Miller

A particular memory of Morris was the time we went shopping for some stereo speakers. The salesman sold him a pair, and helpfully suggested that Morris could take out the foam covers and replace them with an American flag theme. I had a sewing machine and I volunteered to do that. I bought some colored burlap and made a blue cover for one speaker and a red and white vertical striped cover for the other speaker. It's possible I even fashioned some stars for the blue side, though I don't remember. Morris was very pleased, and so was I. - Cynthia von Riesen Skeen

Morris Miller and I went to kindergarten together. We did not discover this until 1968 or 1969 when he was spending the summer in Dallas with me and my sister, Karen, and our parents. We drove by the kindergarten while on an errand somewhere, remarked at the same time that we went there. We checked the student list. We were both there, though his name was "Sky" at the time. Morris was as aesthete before the rest of us knew what an aesthete was. His joyous approach to life was not without the odd moment of doubt, but he kept encouraging those in his circle to enjoy life and not take it too seriously. His choices in cologne were well considered. He ordered his monogramed silk French cuffed shirts from Neiman-Marcus. He took his young and attractive French professor for a romantic dinner at the Broadmoor to see if there was any way he could possibly pass his French class. There was not. Part of Morris' incredible charm was that he was the scion of an old Texas ranching family. Some of us would go with him to his family's ranch at Spring Break and again for a couple of weeks in summer to help round up and work the calves. Mr and Mrs Miller were very patient and generous with us, Morris' hippy college friends, during this key time for their ranch operation. We would rise before dawn, saddle up, and ride to the farthest reaches of the ranch to bring in the cows and calves for a day of ear tagging, horn removal, branding, and the odd bit of castration. It was hard but exhilarating work. After a day in the pens, covered with dirt, cow manure, and sweat, we would knock off in late afternoon and head for the bunk house and a hot shower before going over to the main house for drinks and a family-style dinner. Morris' large bedroom was in the main house. We would stagger over, sun-burned and muscles aching, to find Morris dressed in a kaftan, siting cross legged on a large throw pillow in the middle of his room, burning incense and listening to "Tommy" on his quadrophonic stereo. Our dear friend would laugh warmly and conspiratorially as we wandered in. I can see him now. - Ken Stevens

Morris was a free spirit and my opposite in many ways, but he was still a good friend. He opened my eyes and broadened my horizons, and I will be forever grateful to him for that. Years after college, when he came out as gay, it was a real surprise -- and yet it wasn't. Our friendship was still the same, and at least insofar as I know, it did not adversely affect his friendship with anyone else from his C.C. days either -- a fact that I attribute to the people and the education that we all got there, and that makes me proud. Rest in peace, Morris. You died far too young, but you have not been forgotten. - John Sass

04/05/1990

Karen Moore (Keithley)

04/18/1997

John Muth

05/11/2005

Linda Nunemaker (Brown)

03/04/2005

Mary Piasecki (Voerding)

Mary and I became close friends in high school and remained close throughout our lives. She was a warm, generous, humorous, very intelligent person, who enjoyed life and getting to know people. Intellectual life and exploration were also a joy to her, both at CC and later in law school. Her career working for the Court of Appeals in Denver was the type of challenge she relished. Mary's children, Joe, Anne, and Kay Stolcis, were the loves of her life, and we had many fascinating conversations about our kids and grandkids. Our friendship was the kind where we picked up seamlessly, even when we hadn't been together in a long time. I miss her tremendously. - Marilyn Tinsley

07/25/2016

Robert Reck

07/22/2019

Ellen Riorden

I was shocked to read that Ellen had died and was sorry not to know until seeing the Homecoming Weekend list of those that we have lost. Ellen was one of the most creative people in our class, described by Professor Yaffee as brilliant. She was amazing. I am profoundly said to see that she is gone - Tom Wilcox

07/11/2017

Christine Serna (Motyl)

12/09/2006

Julie Shidler (Friend)

Julie was my best friend. We met the first day of Freshman year August, 1966. She and her Mom Barbara were getting her settled next door to me on McGregor 2North. I was a 17 year old kid with a suitcase. I had flown to Denver that morning. She was amazing. She always looked perfect. She got along with everyone. She worked so hard at everything she put her mind to. All I knew how to do was study. We lived together for 3 years including senior year off campus. Her Mom's house was my second home. Her brothers and little sister my second family. She visited me in MN taking her first plane ride. We took weekend trips to Nebraska, Denver and parts unknown. We shared so many firsts. She knew me so well- better than I knew myself. We were in each other's weddings. I miss her to this day. - Kathy Adelsheim

Julie was definitely one of the nicest and sweetest people I have ever known. In college, she and my good friend Peter were dating. They later got married and we kept in touch. It was a real gut punch when she got cancer, and an even bigger one when she died. Rest in peace Julie. You are not forgotten. - John Sass

01/05/2006

Robert Shreck

05/01/2010

John Sneed

10/12/2011

Steven Street

01/01/1985

George Thorne

I still picture George's orange hair and can hear his voice. George was always up for some fun, classes notwithstanding. George once suggested that we go camping on Ajax in Aspen and I was game. As we descended Independence Pass his brakes locked up. I can still see the boulders we bumped over. We ended up 100 feet off the side of the road. A good samaritan called for help. Shortly thereafter, Sheriff Ben of Aspen's Eagle Squad appeared. He first told us that if we had any marijuana in the car we should hand it over. Fortunately we had none. He then kindly offered to drive us to the place we were staying. Ruthie's Run was not an option. After about an hour in the lobby of the Eagle Squad's HQ (and jail) we called a recent CC grad who made us welcome. Ben gave us a ride there and waited to make sure we were safely inside. George was a wonderful friend and I will always enjoy the memories that we shared together. - John Schlesinger

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Mark Vasa

10/15/2007

James Wilson

10/01/1992

Dan Winograd

I lived with Dan through all four CC years. He had a great wit and quick mind. We shared a hotel room in London during our junior year and travelled through the "typical" college student countries. I was fortunate to meet with Dan a few times before he passed. Despite evident pain he was experiencing, he still had the wit, wisdom and Dan Winograd spirit from nearly 50 years before. I am so very sad that I will not see him at the reunion.- Doug Lynch

03/20/2019