Saturday, August 6, 2011

Karl Nagle photos from the 70th Birthday Celebration

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"This group picture is not the one that I will be sending to everyone," Karl says.  "Trying to get 45 seniors to pay attention is worse than getting a bunch of kindergartners to sit still."  (Click on photo to enlarge.)

"Put that right over here," says Sam Lansberry as he and wife Sandy host the Friday evening bash at their beautiful country home in Woodland.

Bob Rose and wife Kathy McGarvey Rose. Class of 1961.

Ed Powell, husband of classmate Bonnie Henchbarger Powell, Sandy Unch Williams and husband Fred Williams.

Wil and Karen Shirey bring some delicious shrimp cocktail to share with the crowd.

Suzy Sherkel Nagle and Orvis Kline share a chuckle over some class photos.

Trina Snoke Evans holds court with Anne Bartley Aughenbaugh, Penny Hile McCracken and Diana Rumery Greene.

Eugene Smith and wife Charlotte chat with Dave Michaels, husband of classmate Joyce Amon Michaels.

Tom O'Day, Jim McKenrick and Herb Maney enjoy a laugh.

Judi Rolley White, Tom O'Day and Harrison Price.

Foreground:  Suzy Sherkel Nagle and Sandy Shaw DeCasper.  Background:  Gloria Rice Henneman and Judi Rolley White.


SHOOOOOOT!

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One of the great things about our  Class of 1959 get-togethers is that we get to share in some of the great Clearfield Area High School moments that we may have missed.

At our 70th birthday party, I had the opportunity to speak with Tom Hartsock, Class of 1953, who is married to our classmate Bonnie Wilson Hartsock.  During the course of our chat, we spoke of our late, great wrestling coach Art Weiss, Sr., who passed away in May.  We discussed Art's coaching style and how he quietly communicated with his wrestlers.

Tom, an outstanding football player and wrestler, recalled the January 1953 bout with undefeated Canonsburg in the third meet of the 1953 season,  Emotions were high with a lot riding on the outcome. 

The Bisons were coming off an undefeated 1951-52 season and riding a 12-meet winning streak.  Canonsburg had a similarly impressive record with four future state champions in the lineup.  Both teams ruled their districts - Clearfield in District 6-9 and Canonsburg in the powerful Western Pennsylvania District 7.  These were not usual opponents.  In those days, Coach Weiss scheduled his teams against the best in the state. 

To top it off, the meet was taking place before 2,000 rabid wrestling fans at Clearfield's  National Guard Armory. 

As the meet was winding down, Canonsburg led 19-16 with one bout to go - Tom Hartsock vs. Gene Smittle at 185 pounds.  The outcome was anything but assured . Tom was tough but so was Smittle, who was undefeated with falls in his two previous bouts.

Weiss, as usual, was calm and direct, saying only, "You know what you have to do, Tom."

Not so with the team's high-strung, outstanding returning state champion, Johnny Johnston, who had scored a fall at 128 pounds.  "Listen to me, Tom.  Listen to me." Johnny shrieked.  " I'll tell you what to do.  Don't listen to anyone else.  Listen to me!"

Of course, implicit in Johnny's message was:  Don't listen to anyone else, not even Coach Weiss.

As the crowd roared, Tom opened the bout with a takedown and back points and led 6-0 at the end of the first period.  Things were going well but the situation was still tense.  He needed a fall. A win by decision would only tie the team score.  Up to that point, he had not heard a peep from Johnston.

Tom chose the top position to start the second period, and Smittle immediately made his move in an attempt to reverse or escape.. 

All of a sudden, Tom heard a piercing scream:  SHOOOOOOOOT!

Right on cue, Tom shot the half nelson and crotch, put Smittle's on his back, and scored the meet-winning fall at 1:10 of the second period. The crowd went wild and Tom was mobbed by his teammates and fans.

"When I came off the mat, I was happy but a little shaken," Tom said. " I asked, 'Did I do all right?, John? Did I do all right?' "

"You were great," Johnston said. "You did just what I told you."

The next day, The Progress headline read "Hartsock's Fall Nets 21-19 Win for Clearfield Matmen"

(Thanks to Mona Mollura Croyle for digging out this Progress sports page.  Click on page to enlarge.)

"Johnny wasn't too happy about that," Tom said.  "In fact, I think he was pretty upset.  I guess he thought he should have had the headline."

Epilogue:

Gene Smittle recovered to win the PIAA championship at 185 pounds the following year.

Tom Hartsock married our beautiful classmate Bonnie Wilson.

Tom wins again.

- Dennis Mollura

Photos from the 70th Birthday Celebration

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Early photos from our 70th Birthday Celebration.  Lots more to come from Chief Photographer Karl Nagle.

At the Friday night bash at Sam and Sandy Lansberry's, from left, Fred Williams, his wife and our classmate Sandy Unch Williams, Barbara Read Carns, and Joyce Moody Fletcher.

Biaggina Accordino Haas, by candlelight.

Joanne Shimel Magnuson

Barbara Read Carns, Joyce Moody Fletcher, Mick Hoover, Bob Rose, his wife Kathy McGarvey Rose, Judi Rolley White.

"Don't take my picture," warns Peggy Jo Thompson Knepp.  Too late!

Peggy Jo and Pat Kinkead Cutler share a moment for the photographer.

Suzy Sherkel Nagle and Rosemary Mollura

"It's about this size," Sam DeCasper tells the group. His wife and our classmate Sandy Shaw DeCasper appears to know better.

Now Sam tries to sidle up to Gloria Rice Henneman.  The weasel!


Sandy demands an explanation.  Notice how she's intimidating Sam as he pulls back as far as he can.

Joanne Shimel Magnuson, Joyce Amon Michaels and Judi Rolley White call out the door prize winners.  The prizes were plant centerpieces in beautiful decoupage baskets created by Judi's mother, Mary.

Norm Kyler, our classmate and friend.



Paul and Gloria Rice Henneman

Tracy Erickson, daughter of Dennis and Rosemary Mollura, with sons Tyler (left) and Tim.

Karl Nagle, as aways, doing his usual fine job of recording all of your events for now and posterity. Watch this site for Karl's great pictures.

- Photos by Dennis Mollura

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Party Time!

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It's finally here!

Friday evening, July 29, we're all invited to party at Sam and Sandy Lansberry's beautiful country home in Woodland, starting at 5 p.m. 

Sandy once again has the home (choose one) remodeled, redecorated or expanded and all ready for the celebration.  Our hosts are providing the meat and beverages.  We are asked only to bring ourselves, a casserole, dessert or other dish to share.

Directions:  At Exit 123 (old 20) of I-80, travel north 1/2 mile to Pleasant Valley Church on the right.  Turn right on Egypt Road and travel about 1 mile.  After passing Doc Welker Road, pass four houses on the right.  Next driveway on the right is Sam's and Sandy's.  Address is 958 Egypt Road.

Saturday we party again at our 70th Birthday Celebration at the Knights of Columbus Hall in Clearfield.

See you all there!
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Attendance update for 70th Birthday Celebration

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So far, 95 classmates and guests are planning to attend on Saturday, July 30:

2 Biaggina Accordino Haas
4 Joyce Amon Michaels
2 Anne Bartley Aughenbaugh
2 Judy Bell Starr
2 Blaine Bloom
2 Bob Bloom
2 Margaret Borst Bloom
2 Gary Bolton
2 Sandra Brown Everist
2 Ed Carns (Wife: Barbara Read Carns)
3 Lea Davidson
2 Donald Fontenoy
1 Nancy Godin Ordonez
2 Bonnie Henchbarger Powell
2 Kirk High
2 Joel Hoffman
1 Wilda Homman Williams
1 Betsy Kephart Kruckenberg
1 Ed Kitchen
2 Orvis Kline
2 Peggy Jo Knepp Thompson (Bob's 50th @ The Country Club)
2 Lonnie Kovalick
2 Norman Kyler
2 Sam Lansberry
2 Merlyn "Herb" Maney
2 Earl McCracken (Wife: Penny Hile McCracken)
1 Jim McKenrick - COMING FROM SOUTH CAROLINA!
3 Dennis Mollura
2 Joyce Moody-Fletcher
4 Tom O'Day
2 Sandra Ogden Black - COMING FROM TEXAS!
2 Emma Pennington Conklin
2 Gloria Rice Henneman
2 Bonnie Robbins Witherow
2 Judi Rolley White
2 Sandy Shaw DeCasper - COMING FROM GEORGIA!
2 Suzanne Sherkel Nagle
2 Joanne Shimel Magnuson
2 Wilbur Shirey
2 Eugene Smith
2 Linda Smith Dale
1 Trina Snoke Evans
1 Cathy Tarner (for Lew Marrara)
2 Ron Turner (Wife: Judy McKinn Turner)
2 Sandy Unch Williams
2 Kathryn Valimont Norris
2 Bonnie Wilson Hartsock
2 Lois Wisor Buck

Saturday's Events:The 70th Birthday Celebration will be held Saturday, July 30, at the Knights of Columbus Hall in Clearfield beginning at 4 p.m. and lasting until we decide to end the party. This is the same day as the Golden Bison and Alumni Association dinner. Given the different start times, it will be possible to attend portions of both events for those who wish to do so.

More details on Saturday's events:

- The celebration is free for those attending, thanks to funds in our treasury and donations from local business establishments.

- Dress is informal. There is no set program and no celebration booklet is planned.

- The meal will be simple - pizza and hoagies. Soft drinks and water will be provided. Classmates who wish to bring a dish to share may do so.

- Tablecloths will be in keeping with a pizza parlor decor. Empty wine bottles will be used as candle holders. Judi Rolley White's mother, Mary, is providing some beautiful, colorful decoupage baskets for use as centerpieces. Thank you, Mary, for our wonderful classmate Judi, and for these unusual centerpieces. We know the the baskets are a lot of work, and we appreciate your contribution to our event. Hope to see you sometime during the weekend!

- We may decide to bring indoors the beanbag toss game, which was a big hit at the class picnic last year. Board games also may be offered.

- Tom O'Day and Guy Graham will organize a golf outing for those who wish to play.

- Joyce Moody Fletcher

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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Judi Rolley White calls for help

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Hello everyone,

I must ask for some help on Saturday for the birthday event on Saturday, July 30, at the Clearfield Knights of Columbus Hall.

I won't be my normal "rip and tear around" self and assistance in setting up and cleaning up OUR stuff would be appreciated. You see, I'M NOT GETTING OLD, I just have learned why my knee is not doing as it should since the total knee replacement. Both the top and bottom appliances have come loose..... YUK!!!

The fix is not yet determined, but removal and new hardware seems the only idea so far, and that is sometime later. In the meantime, it swells, gets hot, hurts, and rocks back and forth laterally. Oh yes, I'm really looking cool !!

The tables need set up and covered and the normal stuff put out. The decorations are minimal and the food is easy and will be gotten together the day before. As always, my husband Denny will be the "hauler" and carrier ... just feed him and he will work!

We will have a great time and then, those of us who want, can go to the Alumni thing and enjoy the cash bar and the band ... all for ZERO DOLLARS.

Wow! On top of that, we will have a smashing time at Sam's the night before and all we have to bring is a dish to share.

See you all soon, Judi
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Mary Newman Montano has knee surgery

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Our classmate Mary Newman Montano underwent knee replacement surgery on Friday, July 8th, at Alexandria, VA Hospital. When she's released from the hospital, she'll be going into rehab. 

During this time period, she's asked that we hold all e-mails until she gets back to her home.

You may send  get-well cards to Mary at her home address:

Mary N. Montano
6034 Richmond Hwy. #111
Alexandria, VA 22303

Get well soon, Mary!
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Some sad news to report on CAHS classmates

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Althea ‘Mickey’ High, wife of our classmate A. Kirk High, passed away on June 27 at their home.  She was a member of the CAHS Class of 1960.

Mickey retired in 1993 from Bell Telephone after 20 years of service.

In other sad news, Giles Lanager's brother, Jim (a/k/a "Bones") passed away; Connie Selfridge Coons' mother passed away; and just this week, Barry Peoples' brother-in-law passed away.

Our prayers and condolences go out to all the families.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Tom visits Jerriann and Dane

I met Jerriann and her husband, Dane, in Hot Springs, AR for dinner. I was touring the Ozarks with two other friends and we made the stop in Hot Springs. We had a pleasant evening. Jerriann and her husband are doing well and playing much golf. We shared some pleasant memories of growing up in Clearfield.



- Tom O'Day
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Sunday, June 26, 2011

70th Birthday Celebration just around the corner

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Can you believe it?  We are just about a month away from our 70th Birthday Celebration July 29-30, and we can't wait to see everyone again.

The weekend's events will kick off with a Friday evening get-together at the home of Sam and Sandy Lansberry.  Dress is informal, and you are asked to bring a dish to share.  Once again, we are indebted to Sam and Sandy for opening their home to us and their generous hospitality.

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Remembering Don McGarvey

By Dennis Mollura

I never wanted this blog to be about death and dying, but at this point, it’s difficult to escape.

My Tannery Row and neighborhood friend Don McGarvey (CAHS Class of 1960) died at his home in West Decatur on Monday, June 6.

His death notice provides the usual details. He leaves his wife, Patricia (Lumadue) McGarvey, whom he married in 1967; a daughter and two step daughters; eight grandchildren and one great grandchild. Two sons preceded him in death. He retired in 2000 after 35 years at PennDOT. He then worked with Greenhorne and O'Mara Engineering Consultants of Harrisburg. He was a Methodist by faith and a PIAA basketball referee and baseball umpire.

As is the case when a good friend passes, there’s so much more to say, so many memories to relate. Since they don't appear to be written anywhere, it’s up to his cousin, Kathy McGarvey Rose, wife of our classmate Robert Rose, and me to fill in the palatte of his life.

First, Kathy:

“We are at Wolf's campground in Knox, Pa at our camper,” Kathy wrote in her condolence message at the Kevin A. Beardsley Funeral Home website. “ We are here for the summer. I was shocked to hear of Don's passing. … I have such cute pics of Don and me growing up. I always thought he looked like "Spanky" on the Little Rascals.”

In his death notice, there is no mention of his studying drafting at Indiana Tech in Fort Wayne, which accounts for his long career at PennDot.

There is no mention that he was a fine basketball player and football lineman at CAHS.

There is no mention that he coached Clearfield’s American Legion youth baseball teams to success and led the Clearfield Indians to JC League championships in 1971 and 1972 (the first since 1957) and runners-up in 1973 and 1974 as a power-hitting player-manager and first baseman.

Finally, there is no mention that he was an ex officio member of Tannery Row in the East End of Clearfield.  He was the grandson of Miles and Annie McGarvey. Miles worked at the tannery and Annie was a seamstress of some note. They lived at 711 Elk Avenue.  Although he didn’t actually live in the neighborhood, Don was around a lot. My earliest recollections of him are at the age of five or six. Ultimately, he and his parents, Clair and Thelma McGarvey, settled at the corner of East Fourth and Daisy Streets, just a few blocks from our neighborhood.  He was a polite, well-mannered playmate, and we claimed him as our own.

And, yes, he did very much look like “Spanky” of the Our Gang and Little Rascals comedies.  We called him “Donny"  -- never Don -- until junior high.

Don always was taller and heavier than the rest of us, save for Terry Howell and Eugene Myers at a comparable age. In his early years, he was quiet. Very quiet. He also was slow afoot and not much of an athlete, usually chosen third from the bottom in pick-up baseball games -- ahead of only Jack Diehl and me. Although not a star on the tannery field, Donny soon matured, slimmed down, got into great shape, and surpassed all of us in his athletic prowess and achievements.

We were a tightly knit group on Tannery Row. In the summers of the early Fifties, Glenn Myers, Don and I traveled to the "Y" each afternoon to swim and play table tennis, always stopping for a Clearfield Dairy double or a triple-decker along the way. But by 1956, Terry and Denny Howell moved uptown, Glenn was focused on his band music and social life, and Denny Howell had a paper route. That left only Don and me to maintain the neighborhood passion (some would say obsession) with baseball.

Since there no longer were enough players to field even a four or five-man pick-up game, we made up our own two-man games and played them through a full nine innings, keeping score with the actual lineups of teams such as the Pirates, Red Sox and Phillies. The games we created were either highly creative or a sign of demented youth, depending on your point of view. For example:

 We bounced a rubber ball off the brick wall of a nearby church or wooden shed or fence.  One player had to field the ball cleanly and throw to first – to the other player. And you could not “pull him off the bag.”

 We threw the ball over our house, from one player in the front yard to the other in the back. Because you couldn’t see the other player, you never were sure when the ball would be coming or from what height or angle. Sometimes the ball would just miss bouncing off the roof overhanging the porch, and you had to dive for it.  At other times, the ball would bounce on the porch roof and fly over your head.  Great fun until a couple of Don’s throws struck the electric power line serving the Hoshko house. Boing! I can still see Bill Hoshko leaning out his upstairs bedroom window and, in screech owl-like fashion, shouting to Don: “You (expletive deleted). I’m going to call the cops!” That ended that.

 We played after dark under the street lights at the intersection of East Fourth and Daisy streets, throwing ground balls toward the other and requiring a clean pick-up and throw to first. The bouncing ball had to stay within the curbing; otherwise, the thrower would be charged with a walk.  Bouncing or spinning the ball past the other player was difficult.  You could toss the ball high in the air, requiring a catch with no bounce.

 We played Wiffle ball while calling balls and strikes. There were designated distances for singles, doubles, triples and home runs.  Calling balls and strikes kept the pitcher honest. A fair number of outs were by strike-out, and only few hits “left the park.” It was a delicately balanced game.  Winning was not easy.

To most, these games were trivial, even silly.  To us, they were serious and meant to be played with passion and integrity.  Case in point:  One day, on a rocky, clay parking lot of an East End church, we were playing the bounce-the-ball-to-the-other-player game.  In this scenario, the player who throws the ball is both the "batter" and the "first baseman." Tight game.  Bottom of the ninth.  Don ahead by one run. I'm at bat, throwing toward him.  Two out, two on in scoring  position. I spin the ball to his right.  Bad hop.  No way he gets it.  But he does!  Backhands the ball and throws off-balance, low and off the bag to first.  

I win!

Wait!  I lean to my right, stretch out on the clay, spear the ball backhanded in the web of my glove, foot still on the "bag."  Don wins! I get a scraped elbow and Don wins.  I make the play of the game but Don wins.  Would he have done the same for me?  Of course. 

Day after day, week after week, mornings and evenings, we played these games.

Afternoons usually were reserved for trips to Clearfield Dairy and swimming and table tennis at the “Y.”  If anything consumed us nearly as much as baseball, it was table tennis.  I started playing the game first and take some credit for helping to develop his game.  Our matches were close and fast-paced.  Over time, he became the better player -- better nerves and less likely to blow a lead.  I once had him down 20-13, needing only one more point to win.  He scored nine consecutive points and won, 22-20.

On Tuesday evenings, we attended Boy Scout and later Explorer Scout meetings at the Trinity Methodist Church.  We achieved the respectable rank of First Class Scout and earned a fair number of Merit Badges.

For some reason, Don was a Red Sox fan – a team that he could not reliably follow on radio, TV or even in The Progress. Why not the Pirates or Phillies? I believe it had to do with the Howell boys’ unmerciful disparagement of any team other than their favorite, the Philadelphia A’s.  We fans of the dreadful, last-place Pirates bore the brunt of their ridicule. By avoiding the Pirates and choosing the Red Sox, who were in those days far better than the A’s, Don found safe harbor.  By and by, we Pirates and Red Sox fans had the last laugh when the A’s shipped out to Kansas City in 1955 and the Pirates won the 1960 World Series.

One of the great things about hanging out with Don was the kindness and generosity of his parents,  Clair and Thelma McGarvey.  They always watched out for us, welcomed us into their home, occasionally fed us lunch, and generally looked out for us while we were in their range of vision.

One summer evening in 1960, Clair pulled us off our game at the East Fourth and Daisy Street intersection and said: “I’m thinking about taking a half day tomorrow and driving us to Pittsburgh to catch the Pirates and Dodgers. What do you think?” For a poor boy from Tannery Row, whose family did not own a car and who seldom traveled outside of town, it was Christmas in July.

As fate would have it, a fairly consistent rain started overnight and continued through the following day. Game over, right? Not quite. When Clair came home, he offered the following;

“I’ve been checking on the radio and the game is still on. I think we should attempt the trip. We’ll head toward Pittsburgh, go at least as far as Indiana, and see what happens. At least we’ll have a good meal at Bruno’s. If the rain stops, we’ll be early enough to get some good seats at the ballpark.” What a guy!

So we headed out. We had the good meal and traveled on to Pittsburgh. The rain stopped a few miles down the road, and the sun shone brightly on us and Forbes Field. We obtained good seats behind home plate and watched a 2-2 pitchers’ duel between Pirate ace Vernon Law and the Dodgers’ Johnny Podres. Both pitched into the tenth inning.

In the tenth, Charlie Neal hit a home run off Law, and it looked like curtains for the Pirates. In the bottom of the inning, with one out, Joe Christopher, a fleet-footed reserve who had stroked his first major league hit the night before, smashed a line-drive double to right-center. Dodger ace reliever Larry Sherry replaced Podres and got Dick Groat on a fly ball. With two out and on an 0-2 pitch, Roberto Clemente hit a slow hopper over the mound.  Somehow, some way, Clemente barely beat the throw to first, and Christopher scored from second on a bang-bang play at the plate. Think about it. Two close plays, both Pirates safe, a run scores, and the ball never leaves the infield.  Now we were tied, and the fans were delirious. The next batter, Dick Stuart, looped a single to right. The slow-footed Dodger right fielder, Frank Howard, was late getting the throw to the infield. Clemente came around all the way from first and easily beat the throw at the plate.  Pirates win!

Here's how the Pittsburgh Press described the action the following day:

Baseball is a game of inches all right but it’s also a game of feet -- flying feet.  The inches were charged against the Dodgers last night (a reference to the close plays at first and the plate) and the feet -- flying feet -- belonged to Joe Christopher and Roberto Clemente, who turned an almost certain 3-2 defeat into a positively breathtaking 10 inning 4-3 Pirate victory on sheer speed alone.

The stadium was rocking, and we waited until most of the fans had cleared out. Any “rational” person would have hustled to the car and immediately started on the 115-mile trip to Clearfield. But Clair McGarvey was not your typical rational  person. Instead, he said:  “Let’s walk around outside the ballpark and soak up the celebration."  And we did, even at one point sharing a crosswalk with Podres. Although the Dodger pitcher seemed in a pretty good mood for someone who had gone nine strong innings only to see his team lose in the tenth, we decided not to intrude upon his privacy or ask for his autograph.

It was a long, late trip home, but we were happy and wide awake.

My last adventure with Don was the summer when he returned from Fort Wayne. I unexpectedly met him on the curb in front of the YMCA during the Clearfield County Fair Parade. We had a nice chat and decided to get together the following evening. I don’t recall what we did, maybe cruise around town in his 1958 Ford.  Before going home, we decided to get some, you guessed it, Clearfield Dairy milkshakes -- not beer like “normal” young men, but milkshakes. We hadn’t progressed much past our youth.

On a back road heading somewhere toward Goshen, Don unsuccessfully tried to juggle his milkshake and light a cigarette. He secured the milkshake but finally dropped the cigarette between his legs. His immediate reaction was to take both hands off the wheel and stare into the disaster zone.  Oh, my!

The road went uphill and turned sharply left. We went straight, cleared the crest, and rolled completely over, landing on four wheels. Neither of us wore seatbelts. I’ll never forget the slow motion-like sights of our headlights first flashing into the sky and then bouncing off narrowly missed trees -- followed by the feeling of being punched in the stomach,  the harsh sounds of collapsing metal and shattering glass, and the illusion that the rolling-over never was going to stop.  I ended up in the back seat with only a small cut on the right earlobe. Don was unhurt except for his pride and total loss of a good automobile.

After surveying the wreckage, we walked all the way back to Clearfield, happy to be alive and sad about the car.  Shortly after starting out, Don whipped out his Zippo and heaved it into the woods.  I'm not sure whether it was a moment of anger or a vow to quit smoking, but I will tell you this:  He sure zipped that Zippo a far piece.

We walked through the night for maybe two hours or so and finally hitched a ride with the Clearfield police near Dead Man’s Curve. We informed them of the accident, but they weren't too concerned since we were unhurt and the crash was outside their jurisdiction.  For us, it was a night to remember.

I was with Don only a few times after that. He came to Rosemary's and my wedding in 1965 and had a good time.  His gift was a set of TV tray tables with colorful autumn leaves. Years later, around the mid-Eighties, I unexpectedly ran into him and his wife, Pat, on Market Street in center-city Philadelphia. I was working with Bell Atlantic. He and Pat were attending a conference at the Philadelphia Convention Center. It was great to reconnect after 20 or so years.

Years later, my brother Dan and I met him at the former County Market in Clearfield. By this time, he had retired from PennDot and was working with the Harrisburg engineering firm. We spoke at length about the reconstruction of Route 322 through the Lewistown “Narrows.” He was thoroughly familiar with the project and related the environmental concerns and the history and resolution of the long-delayed project. He seemed in good spirits, and we promised to get-together soon.  We never did.

Now, 13 years later, I am shocked and saddened by his death.  He was only 68.  As is the case in long-neglected friendships, I wish I had seized the many opportunities to keep in touch and savor even more of those great moments together.  Too late now.  Way too late.

Rest in peace, Donny McGarvey. You are in my memories and my heart. Always.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Arthur J. Weiss, Sr. - 1909-2011


Today the entire Clearfield Area High School family and wrestling fans across the state and the nation mourn the passing of Arthur Joseph Weiss, Sr. on Friday, May 13 - little more than a month after the death of his and Renee Weiss' only child, Art Weiss, Jr., who passed away on April 11 of complications following surgery in Shepherd, Montana.

Art Weiss, Sr. is revered for his feats as a hall-of-fame wrestling coach, so much so that The Centre Daily Times of State College published an in-depth story of his life and career even though Mr. Weiss had no direct connection with either the town or the university.

To me, Arthur J. Weiss was much more. He was a gentleman, a teacher and, above all, a friend. He coached wrestling as he lived his life -- with perseverance, much success, humility and charm.

He may well have been Clearfield's most widely known and respected citizen.

During Art Weiss' 25-year coaching career, his wrestlers compiled a record of 184-37-3 with 14 undefeated seasons, 20 district team championships in 22 tournaments, 99 individual district champions, 24 individual regional champions, and 24 wrestlers earning 31 individual state championships (still a state record 52 years after his retirement).

But near the end of his long coaching career, things did not go well for either him or the team.

I was a student manager for the wrestling team during his final three seasons, 1956-57 through 1958-59. While the team compiled winning records each season, these were three of the most difficult years for Coach Weiss.

In 1957, for the first time since the state wrestling championships were established in 1938, Clearfield did not qualify an entry for the tournament.

When the new high school opened on Mill Road in 1956-1957, we were shocked to learn that, somehow, some way, the administration and school board had failed to provide a wrestling practice area in the new high school.  Not only was there no practice area, the team was barred from using the gymnasium for practice after school because that time was reserved for the basketball team.

During that season, the team was forced to practice in a too-small, makeshift space in a yet-to-be furnished classroom area in the vocational education wing of the new school.

The next year, part of the old vocational education building along the river was converted into a pretty fair wrestling practice area with lots of room and ample heat to allow the wrestlers to sweat off their excess pounds. 

But symbolically and in reality, the situation was a fiasco for the school board and the administration. One can hardly imagine how it came to pass.  More than once, Coach Weiss and his wrestlers had to make an emergency trip to the building to save the practice mats from the river's rising waters.  Even The Progress, which traditionally refrained from stirring up local controversy, wrote a scathing editorial.

The full story never was revealed. Some say it was an oversight. Others maintain wrestling had become too big, and it was a deliberate attempt to knock the sport down a notch.  My old newspaper publisher and mentor at The Progress, W.K. Ulrich, once opined to me, simply:  "They kicked it in the head."  Most likely we will never know.

Also in 1957, we lost two of our high school classmates and cheerleaders, Thelma Graham and Mary Gail Clark, in a horrendous automobile accident one Saturday morning in February on a wet amd  icy road near Port Matilda as they were en route to the Clearfield-State College wrestling meet. At least two other cheerleaders were severely injured in the crash.  Mary Gail's younger  brother, Sam Clark, was the star freshman  95-pounder on the team.  One can hardly imagine the grief that Sam and the Clark family, Thelma Graham's family, and the other victims' families must have felt.

I shall never forget the grief that we as friends and classmates felt the Monday morning after the crash, especially while listening to Wilbur Shirey read the 23rd Psalm during the morning devotions.

In Coach Weiss' final season, 1958-59, the team compiled a 9-3 record but was not competitive against its toughest opponents, Johnstown, Lock Haven and State College. For most teams, this would have been a standout season.  But for Coach Weiss and his team, clearly some of the luster had temporarily come off Clearfield Wrestling. 

Through it all, Coach Weiss soldiered on and did not complain, at least publicly. He was too much of a gentleman to make a fuss or embarrass the school district.

Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of a succession of great coaches - Jerry Maurey, Ron Park, Neil Turner, Garry Barton, Jeff Aveni and others -  Clearfield soon returned to its rightful place as one of the top dogs of Pennsylvania high school wrestling.

And, the school board and administration at least partially redeemed themselves by recruiting these outstanding coaches and by naming the gymnasium in the succeeding new high school in Hyde The Arthur J. Weiss Gymnasium - a great tribute to a great coach.

Rather than writing an in-depth personal perspective on the full life and career of Arthur J. Weiss, Sr., I believe it is best to let others tell his remarkable story. Following are stories that appeared in the area news media - by Jessica Shirey of the online Gant Daily and Guy Cipriano of The Centre Daily Times. While there is overlap in the two stories, there is so much fresh information in both that I hope you will take the time to read them carefully and savor the love and respect that Mr. Weiss earned from those whose achievements he inspired.

Rest in peace, Arthur Joseph Weiss, Sr. 

- Dennis Mollura

Jessica Shirey of Gant Daily Profiles Art Weiss, Sr. Life and Career


May 15, 2011 at 9:55 AM by Jessica Shirey 

Editor’s Note: Clearfield wrestling’s legendary founding father Arthur J. Weiss Sr., perhaps best known as the dean of Pennsylvania schoolboy wrestling, passed way the morning of Friday, May 13, 2011 at the Clearfield Hospital.

Weiss’ last wrestling appearance came Jan. 28, 2011 in Clearfield High School’s gymnasium, which bears his name. He arrived at center mat and flipped the disc, receiving a standing ovation before Clearfield wrestled Lewistown. Weiss was 102 years old.

A memorial service for Weiss has been set for 4 p.m. Saturday, May 21, 2011 at the Clearfield Presbyterian Church. Interment will be in Hecktown Hope Cemetery, Nazareth. A reception and receiving of friends will follow his service in Westminister Hall.

The following is a profile piece written about Weiss by this writer and previously published in Clearfield wrestling’s alumni newsletter following the program’s 75-year anniversary celebration in 2009. This writer updated the initial piece for its current publication.

CLEARFIELD – Arthur J. Weiss Sr. laid the foundation for Clearfield wrestling’s excellence in 1934-35. His teams’ swift ascent on Pennsylvania schoolboy wrestling dominance also inspired its growth into the current 77-year legacy.

Weiss’ success has built the state into a wrestling warehouse and also set the foundation for Pennsylvania as a national power, where it arguably holds top position today. His teams rose to dominance by 1937 and remained so through most of the 1950s.

Only eight Pennsylvania natives had earned NCAA Division-I Wrestling All-American medals at the beginning of the Weiss-tenure at Clearfield. However, the state’s All-American count multiplied by 10 for a total of 82 during his 25 years as head coach.

From 1928 through 1960, Pennsylvania registered 98 All-Americans and was third nationally behind Oklahoma (260) and Iowa (113). Of those, Clearfield registered seven individuals for its combined 12 All-Americans for the ninth spot nationally for high schools with the most and was the only representative from Pennsylvania.

During his Clearfield coaching tenure, Weiss conducted high school wrestling clinics, fostering the sport’s growth across the Keystone state. Pennsylvania subsequently had five high schools climb into the Top 16 for the most All-Americans nationally from 1961 through 2011.

In fact, a quartet of Pennsylvania high schools claimed spots in the Top 10 during the previously said timeframe. State College held the fifth position with nine wrestlers and 14 All-American medals. Easton, Trinity and Lock Haven rounded out the bottom three with eight wrestlers apiece. Easton collected 17 medals while Trinity and Lock Haven had 13 and 12 medals, respectively

Pennsylvania has since surpassed both Oklahoma and Iowa, taking over the top spot via 504 All-Americans from 1961 through 2011. Pennsylvania currently has the most with 602, including 512 since the end of Weiss’ tenure at Clearfield.

Oklahoma currently holds second and Iowa third with 531 and 463 total All-Americans, respectively. Ohio (326) and Illinois (312) rounded out the top five states.

Clearfield head coach Jeff Aveni believes Pennsylvania’s wrestling roots lie in the basement shower room at his alma mater, where the legendary coach held his early practices 77 years ago.

“It’s what you want to be as a coach and a wrestler. You want to live up to the standards that he’s set forth. Clearfield wrestling, as a whole, all started with Art Weiss,” he said.

Aveni grew up in the program and learned from those surrounding him while a competitor and later as an assistant coach. He said those morals, values and overall work ethic had long ago been instilled in the Clearfield wrestling program.

When he thinks about the Clearfield mat program, tradition comes to mind first. Weiss’ philosophy has been passed from generation to generation and also influenced the mold for his present program, according to the 11-year head coach.

“It all started back with Coach Weiss, and I’m positive that it did,” Aveni said. “All these practices are still being carried on today. If you speak to our kids, we talk a lot about tradition. We speak about putting on that Clearfield singlet and what it represents.”

Background
Born near Nazareth Jan. 12, 1909, Weiss became keenly interested in sports as his brothers were all athletes. He captained the first football team as well as both the basketball and baseball teams before his high school graduation in 1927.

Following high school, he studied at Perkiomen Prep in Pennsburg and was a member of the basketball team. He once arrived to practice early hoping to work on foul shooting. Instead he discovered the doors were locked to the gymnasium.

“I heard some noise over in the corner of the building and found some guys wrestling around. I had this real wise guy pull on my leg. He was a pretty big fella – a heavyweight. I didn’t know any wrestling moves, but I pinned the guy,” he said with a chuckle.

Unbeknownst to Weiss at the time, the school’s head coach had come into the practice room, and said “how about coming out for wrestling?” Weiss told the coach he didn’t believe in quitting another sport.

Weiss later wandered back to wrestling practice and was out for the team for a few weeks. He said despite his growing interest in the sport, there was little time to pursue it, as he continued his education at Albright College in Reading.

In 1932, Weiss earned a Bachelor of Science in Education and accepted his first teaching position at the Clearfield Area High School. He taught both science and mathematics during his 42-year tenure. And, almost by happenstance, he headed the wrestling program for 25 of those years.

Weiss said at the time, the school only had football and basketball but was interested in wrestling intramurals. Mr. Fred Sweeley, then the high school athletic director, approached him to head the wrestling team with four duals meets already scheduled.

Without any team members in place, he approached students, asked their weights and persuaded some to attend wrestling practices. He began the Clearfield wrestling program in December 1934.

“I had to get a team together. It just so happened I needed an 85-pounder. I saw this little fella who looked like he’d be an 85-pounder, and I stopped him (Joe Quethera) in the hallway,” he said.

“I asked him how much he weighed. He says, ‘I don’t know,’ shrugging his shoulders. I said, ‘C’mon, I’m going to weigh you.’ Then, I told him, ‘You’re wrestling Friday night.’ He was surprised.’”

He noted that Quethera was among his three state champions in 1938 and so “he had picked a good one.”

A Legacy Born
Clearfield finished its first season with a 0-3-1 record and improved to 3-4 the following year. Weiss’ teams didn’t hint to the legacy that would soon follow.

With the program still in its infancy, Weiss’ teams rose to dominance by 1937, starting an eight-year win streak with 64 consecutive dual meet victories. DuBois scored a 25-12 win to end the streak in 1945.

Following the loss, Clearfield went undefeated for another 51 wins, before Philipsburg upended the Bison, 24-15, in 1951. The Weiss-coached teams put together 20 consecutive dual meet wins from 1952 though 1953.

During his teams’ dominance from 1937 through 1953, Weiss recorded 138 wins, 5 losses and two ties. As head coach, he led the Bison to 14 undefeated seasons and a 184-37-3 overall record.

Weiss’ teams not only saw dual meet success, but also dominated the then combined District 6-9 Wrestling Tournament, winning 11 straight titles until Bellefonte ended the sweep in 1950. The Bison also collected three more crowns, before the districts were split into two tournaments.

In 1954, District 9 would hold its own tournament with Clearfield coming out on top. Weiss continued on to win the district team title each year until his retirement in 1959. In all, he earned 20 district titles in 22 tries.

Weiss produced 99 District Champions, 16 Regional Champions (this tournament wasn’t held until 1951) and had 24 wrestlers combine for 31 state titles. He established the current state mark for the coach with the most state champions and has held the same for more than 50 years. Retired North Alleghany head coach Gus DeAgustino holds the second spot with 21 state champions and Steve Powell, who currently coaches at Easton, is in third with 20 state champions.

Clearfield has inherited a state championship legacy from its founder. With 40 individual titles, the Weiss-founded program holds the current Pennsylvania high school record for the most state champions. Easton currently sits in second with 35 state champions.

A Wrestling Pioneer
In the early years, Weiss attended former Lehigh University head coach Billy Sheridan’s wrestling camp at Saylor Lake in the Pocono Mountains. At the time, a Lehigh wrestler was training for the Olympic Games.

“I didn’t know a whole lot and was at his weight. He needed someone to practice with, and I was his guinea pig,” said Weiss, whom traveled with a carload of wrestlers to the camp again a few years later.

Weiss also attended national tournaments and sought learning opportunities from coaches in the collegiate ranks. He frequently inquired about various wrestling holds so that he could instruct his own pupils.

“They’d say, ‘You want us to give up our secrets,” he recalled with a chuckle. Once his team reached dominance, Clearfield became widely known across the country.

Collegiate coaches would later approach him for instruction at the national tournament. He once had an Oklahoma coach tell him their coaching strategies were similar.

“He said, ‘You must coach a lot like me.’ I thought that was a real compliment,” Weiss said. Frank Shirey, 1941 State Champion, believes Weiss was and is the best high school wrestling coach in the United States.

Shirey was introduced to the sport in 1937 when he was only an eighth-grader. He’d heard about practices in the Clearfield High School shower room with a mat so large that it rolled up against the walls.

Shirey said although he couldn’t compete, Weiss allowed him and others to practice and invited them to tryout the following year. He was drawn to the sport, as it offered both individual and team efforts.

Shirey was a team member from 1938 through 1941 and won a state title as a senior. He recalled a rare personal match-up with Weiss. He said few, if any other Clearfield wrestlers, had the same privilege.

According to him, Weiss requested the bout with “no holds barred,” and it seemed they offered their best efforts in the contest. After approximately three minutes, Weiss brought it to a halt, saying “OK, that’s enough.”

“Coach always said, ‘Don’t feel good about beating the guys who everyone has beaten. But feel good about beating the guys who no one has beaten.’ I thought it was a good pep talk,” Shirey said.

Jim Mohney, a two-time state champion, said his greatest accomplishment was making the team in 1940. In the early years, they wrestled on a flannel mat. If wrestling on newer mats, the tannic acid created fuzz, and it’d get into their noses during eliminations, he said.

Mohney only managed wins in two matches during his first year on the team but learned a lot from those experiences. He said Weiss’ practice structure focused on drilling, and they had a takedown drill from opposite corners.

“I always ended up going against the future champs. You had to score the takedown within 10 seconds because Coach blew the whistle,” he said. He noted that it paid off during the state wrestling competition.

Sam Harry, who was Clearfield’s and Pennsylvania’s first state champion in 1938, recalled Weiss’ infamous 3X5 index cards. He said Weiss would call off drills for the neutral, top and bottom positions, and his coach always ended with “now, do your favorite” move.

Harry said Weiss adopted the approach so that every wrestler wasn’t “doing the same thing.” But from his wrestling experience under Weiss, it was always “drill, drill, drill.”

Weiss also didn’t accept losing to the same opponent twice, and they were never allowed to work out with “patsies,” according to 1945 State Champion Jim Maurey, whom said at Clearfield, it seemed as though they had a champion at every weight class.

“There was always someone hammering on you. You had to work your way through the ranks, and you occasionally got knocked off,” he said. And, their mat improvements were made quietly.

During their bout’s rest period, Weiss greeted wrestlers with a 3×5 index card. He indicated where they were in the match, where they should be and what was coming up, Maurey said.

“He was tough. He wanted it done right. If it wasn’t done right, it was on a 3×5 card,” said Glenn Flegal, a 1950 State Runner-up. “You’re just as good as your coach, and that’s Art Weiss. He was a wrestling pioneer.”

Once his wrestlers had stepped onto the mat, Weiss left decisions to them. For example, while recalling a regional match-up from his senior year, Russ Triponey, a 1956 State Champion, trailed 4-2 to a “Bedford boy” during the break between the second and third periods.

When he reached the sideline, Weiss advised him of the bout’s score and that he would be on top for the final period. His coach then asked what he was going to do. “I said, ‘Coach, I guess I gotta put him on his back,’” Triponey said.

Johnny Johnston, 1952 State Champion, remembered that as a 95-pounder, Weiss would put his arm around him before every dual meet. His coach told him, “We could lose this match by 66 points, so let’s see how you can help us out.”

When he came to the sideline winning during the rest period, Weiss told him the team could only lose by 65 points. “It always made me think why when we had all those good guys on the bench. But it was important,” Johnston said.

Weiss said many believed there was ice in his veins, as didn’t speak much while his wrestlers were on the mat. However, he discovered his coaching strategies were successful, as his wrestlers responded well and gained respect from him in the practice room.

A Role Model
While Weiss was known for historically successful teams, his preference was to be remembered for instilling sportsmanship in his wrestlers. “Coach said, ‘You shake hands after a match, not before,” Mohney said.

“I taught them to wrestle hard and fair. I emphasized to go out there like a tiger but just tough, not dirty,” Weiss said. “And, I told them when it’s over, be a gentleman.

“I didn’t just teach them about wrestling. I taught them about being a good citizen. It’s nice to win, you know. But I’d much rather be known for that than winning.”

Weiss recalled an individual bout from his team’s 1943 dual meet with Philipsburg. The Mounties had what he described as a very good team with a shot of winning.

Harry “Sunny” Jordan had picked up a few tactics from teammate Francis “Mutt” Forcey. Forcey often started in the corner and “whammed” his opponent but always stopped on the mat.

“Jordan decided he wanted to do that stuff. He didn’t stop though and drove the guy into the crowd. He did it twice,” Weiss said of his wrestler’s Philipsburg bout.

He warned his wrestler if this style of competition continued, he wouldn’t only hurt the sport, but also his opponent. He advised that he’d forfeit the bout if this behavior continued.

Weiss said, “By golly, he did it again, and I forfeited the match. We wrestled State College about a week later, I think. I told him, ‘remember, you’re a gentleman tonight. But go get him.’ He didn’t do it again. He knew I meant it.”

Two years later, Weiss’ team had an expected close dual meet with DuBois. Both teams were favored in four weights; the remaining three were toss-ups. The match would go to the team winning two of the three, according to a February 1945 edition of The Progress.

During the dual meet, the Clearfield faithful were heckling their “guests” and or the official. Weiss stepped up to the microphone, warning the fans if it didn’t end, he would forfeit the match.

DuBois pulled out wins in two of the three proclaimed toss-ups, in addition to an upset at heavyweight. The Beavers not only scored a 25-12 win, but also snapped Clearfield’s 64-dual meet win streak.

Flegal said that Weiss instructed his teams to be modest in victory and gracious in defeat. He then recalled the team’s 21-20 defeat of Bellefonte in Penn State’s Rec Hall in 1949.

Before the dual meet, Weiss attended church with his team, and according to Flegal, they prayed “not to win but to give it their best.” The match had been moved to Rec Hall, as neither school could hold the expected crowd.

He said that more than 5,000 fans were in attendance for the dual meet during which he pinned Bellefonte State Champion Joe Masulla and then remained undefeated on the season.

“It was the best match I wrestled in my life. I will never forget it,” Flegal said. “You have to wrestle like a champion . . . Coach Weiss is a golden Bison. He’s the greatest.”

Weiss, however, deferred credit to his wrestlers and their practice ethic. He said he had families of wrestlers who were “his horses” and who were dedicated to the program.

According to him, his teams strived for improvement in all phases of wrestling. He believed that he wouldn’t have experienced the success without his “horses” putting in the extra hard work.

“They were willing enough to keep going when they were tired. And, they worked hard enough to become champions,” he said.

A Statewide Impact
Throughout his tenure, Weiss visited high schools with his teams and conducted wrestling demonstrations. They even traveled as far as the Pittsburgh area.

“We went to any school that asked us,” he said.

Triponey said that in the 1950s, the smaller District 9 schools still did not have wrestling programs. The sport was believed to be much like professional wrestling.

He said Weiss organized a group of wrestlers and toured two or three schools at a time. They set up an assembly at schools, such as St. Marys and Ridgway.

“We (went through) like a five-minute practice and contests. We showed them what high school wrestling was all about,” he said. Triponey said these schools developed programs afterward.

While conducting these demonstrations, Weiss often picked up new holds “here and there.”

“You do something for a purpose and often learn from the same. It’s funny how when you give, you get. I would hear about something. It sounded good, and we’d try it,” he explained.

“But every wrestler is different. Often, a fella is better or more efficient with a move than another. I believed in giving them a lot of stuff and then letting them pick what suited their style.”

Weiss not only had a hand in the development of wrestling across the state, but also the Pennsylvania State Wrestling Championships.

On Nov. 21, 1935, Weiss helped establish the Western Pennsylvania Interscholastic Wrestling Association Tournament. He said the southwestern part of the state was pretty well organized with the Western Pennsylvania Interscholastic Athletic League (WPIAL).

He met with Hubert Jack and Lou Shaffer and organized the WPIWA Tournament, and they held the first tournament on April 4, 1936 at Blairsville. His team finished 11th the first year and second a year later when it was hosted at Clearfield.

Weiss said that coincidently the gentleman who was president of the WPIAL also served on a board for the Pennsylvania Interscholastic Athletic Association (PIAA).

“He saw a good thing coming (with the WPIWA tournament), and I don’t blame him,” he said. The WPIWA Tournament then evolved into the state tournament.

He said in 1938, the PIAA sponsored the first state wrestling championships with 78 competitors from 27 schools, contending for 10 individual titles at Penn State’s Rec Hall.

Weiss was honored during the finals ceremony at the 2002 PIAA Wrestling Championships in Hershey. Former Clearfield head coach Michael Gill sat among the crowd.

He said as the legendary coach was brought to center mat, each of the more than 8,000 spectators moved toward the edge of their seats. Norm Palovcsik, 1968 State Champion, reeled off Weiss’ accomplishments and his multitude halls of fame inductions.

“It went on, and it went on. When Norm was finished, the arena erupted. Everybody stood and it was a standing ovation that I don’t think I’ve heard as loud or as long in my entire life. It could have easily gone on for very close to five minutes. It just kept going and going,” Gill said.

“I looked around and maybe two or three out of every five people who were strangers to Coach Weiss but loved wrestling – what bonds us all together and makes us brothers – had tears coming down their cheeks. It made me proud. I’m sure it made us all proud.”

Weiss has been inducted into the Pennsylvania Wrestling Coaches Association Hall of Fame (1970); the Clearfield County Hall of Fame (1987); the Pennsylvania Sports Hall of Fame (1993); the National Wrestling Hall of Fame (1995); and the District 9 Wrestling Hall of Fame (1999).

Weiss has been inducted into 14 different Halls of Fame and has also been given the Albright College Lifelong Service Award and is in the Perkiomen School Hall of Athletic Honor.

Centre Daily Times Honors Art Weiss, Sr.

Wrestling legend, Art Weiss, dies at 102

Guy Cipriano
May 15, 2011 9:13am EDT

Pennsylvania wrestling has lost one of its legendary figures.

Art Weiss, the founder of Clearfield wrestling, died Friday. He was 102.

Weiss, a former basketball player from Nazareth, coached 31 PIAA champions in 25 seasons. Weiss started Clearfield’s program, which has amassed a record 40 PIAA champions, in 1935. He retired from coaching in 1959.

“What a guy,” said John Johnston, a 1952 Clearfield state champion under Weiss who won a NCAA title at Penn State. “He had a tremendous impact on individuals, teams and the sport. He not only helped us as athletes, but he developed character in us.”

Wrestling historian Norm Palovcsik, a 1968 Clearfield state champion, called Weiss the “John Wooden of Pennsylvania high school wrestling.”

“Art Weiss, either directly or indirectly, impacted everyone in the wrestling community,” said Palovcsik, a former Penn State wrestler.

Weiss’s interest in wrestling started while at Perkiomen Prep School in 1928. During breaks from basketball practice, Weiss observed Perkiomen’s wrestling team, Palovcsik said.

After graduating from Albright College in 1932, Weiss started teaching science and math and coaching basketball at Clearfield. Palovcsik said a school administrator apologetically approached Weiss about Clearfield’s desire to start a wrestling program.

To the administrator’s surprise, Weiss not only embraced the idea — he offered to coach the wrestling team.

Clearfield went 0-3-1 in its first season. Weiss then guided the Bisons to 22 winning seasons en route to compiling a

184-37-3 career record. Weiss’s teams owned a 64-meet winning streak and 51-meet unbeaten streak.

“He liked big challenges and he expected to be challenged,” said Jerry Maurey, who won four PIAA titles from 1947-50 under Weiss’s tutelage. “He had that drive to succeed in athletics.”

Once he built Clearfield into a winner, Weiss sought challenges for the Bisons, taking them to wrestling-rich places such as Canonsburg, Greenville and Shamokin for dual meets. But many of Clearfield’s biggest meets were held close to home, with a match against Bellefonte in 1949 attracting 5,000 fans to Penn State’s Rec Hall.

Former wrestler Neil Turner said Weiss approached coaching like a science experiment. Weiss attended numerous clinics and organized practices on 3x5 notecards.

“You wanted to do well for him because you had so much respect for him,” said Turner, who wrestled for Weiss from 1956-57 and coached the Bisons from 1974-79. “He made himself a wrestling coach.”

Johnston said Weiss constantly enhanced the technique he showed wrestlers. Yet Weiss allowed wrestlers to act as individuals.

“We were strong kids, smart kids, different kinds of kids with different styles,” Johnston said. “He presented us with technique that fit our styles. Clearfield teams didn’t have one style like some people might think. His teams weren’t ones where everybody wrestled the same way.”

Weiss molded numerous future coaches.

Homer Barr started the program at Warren High School, guided State College to 61 straight victories and coached at the University of Massachusetts. Jim Maurey coached at Stevens Trade School in Lancaster and Millersville University. Johnston replaced Maurey at Stevens before winning eight Ivy League titles in 20 seasons at Princeton University. John Palmer started Curwensville’s program. Glenn Flegal introduced wrestling at Carlisle.

Jerry Maurey, Neil Turner, Les Turner, Jim Mohney, Mike Flangan, Ralph Clark, Robert Thomas and Gary Thomas are other former Weiss wrestlers who became head coaches. Flanagan coached two state champions at Bellefonte.

Jerry Maurey succeeded Weiss as Clearfield’s head coach.

“He always made a good impression,” Jerry Maurey said Saturday from his Tallahassee, Fla., home. “He didn’t play any dirty old tricks. He was always a gentleman.”

Neil Turner, whose coaching career included a stint as Lock Haven University’s head coach, said Weiss changed his life.

“I would not be in wrestling if it wasn’t for him,” said Turner, the director of the Clinton County-based Mat- Town USA Wrestling Club. “He was teaching my algebra class and I only started wrestling because he asked me. I lived out on a dairy farm and played football and the only reason my parents allowed me to wrestle was because he asked me and they had so much respect for him.”

Weiss was inducted into the Pennsylvania Wrestling Coaches’ Association first Hall of Fame class in 1970. Weiss also was inducted into the National High School Sports Hall of Fame in 1991.

Weiss worked to promote the sport statewide and was involved in the creation of the first PIAA tournament in 1938. He refereed after retiring from coaching and worked numerous collegiate events. Weiss retired from teaching in 1974.

Weiss followed Clearfield wrestling closely until his death. The program held a 100th birthday celebration for Weiss during the 2008-09 season.

“He was very sharp until the time he died,” Palovcsik said. “He could tell you details just about any match. He was not boastful. You would never know he was that good of a coach.”

Johnston said Weiss had many hobbies outside of wrestling, including traveling throughout the United States during the summer.

“He didn’t encourage us to wrestle over the summer,” Johnston said. “He thought maybe we should play tennis or badminton to get quick reactions. He was a super human being and a very well-respected person.”

Weiss was proceeded in death by his wife, Irene, a son, Art Weiss Jr., three brothers, George, Samuel and Robert, and sister, Mary. His nephew, Bob Weiss, is a former NBA coach who played basketball at Penn State before being drafted by the Philadelphia 76ers.

A memorial service will be held at 4 p.m. May 21 at Clearfield Presbyterian Church. Interment will be in Hecktown Hope Cemetery in Nazareth.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Remembering Art Weiss, Jr.

By Dennis Mollura
There are a lot of fond memories of Art Weiss, Jr., our friend and classmate who passed away April 11 following complications from surgery at a hospital near his home in Shepherd, MT.

He was one of those unforgettable classmates who impressed and sometimes intimidated us with his knowledge and intellect, especially his capacity for reasoning, problem-solving and comprehension of the physical sciences and mathematics. 

At the end of each school year, you always knew he was going to be at or near the top of the class, along with Jutta Hagar, Suzy Weisshaus, and Gerry Koval. You also knew he was going to be a rocket scientist, nuclear engineer, or achieve some other high-level scientific position.  He earned his degree in nuclear and petroleum engineering at Penn State and became a nuclear engineer in the electric power industry. Unfortunately, career opportunities for nuclear engineers were severely curtailed following the near meltdown of the Three-Mile Island nuclear plant near Harrisburg in 1979.

Physically, he was fairly tall and thin with an unforgettable face and big smile.  Each day you would see him in the hallways gliding toward his next class, often with his shirttail out, carrying what seemed to be an unusually heavy burden of books.  I imagine this is what it must have been like to go to school with Albert Einstein.

But Arthur, Jr. (most of us knew him as A.J.) was more than academics.  A lot more.  He was friendly, somewhat outgoing, and an engaging conversationalist who loved to tell a good story.  Apart from the scientific field, he displayed a fondness for the Hispanic language and often would toss out a sentence or phrase in Spanish, usually followed by a hearty laugh.  As a two-year Latin student, I never could decipher exactly what he was saying but usually could piece it together -  after a brief but uncomfortable delay.  I imagine he thought I was pretty dense.

His interest outside the classroom was wrestling.  No surprise there, since his father was Arthur J. Weiss, Sr.,  Clearfield's long-time, hall-of-fame wrestling coach whose records still stand over much of the sport more than 50 years after his retirement.  In his career, young A.J. compiled a respectable high school record and provided many a thrill for the school's legions of wresting fans.

Some people are believed to be "double-jointed."  If that is possible, A.J. could be considered "360-degree-jointed."  He could bend and contort his arms, legs and torso in virtually any direction, which worked both for and against him."  If he could do it to his advantage, others could do it to his disadvantage.  He probably was as close as one could get to being the human "Gumby."

A.J. went on to wrestle varsity at Penn State, where he earned the Kaye Vinson Award in 1963 as the team's Most Improved Wrestler.  I accompanied his father to the awards banquet that night, and I tell you, it was a proud moment for all of us.

His obituary in the Billings (MT) Gazette said his expertise in nuclear engineering brought him notoriety among conservative talk show hosts, adding that he also was very fond of his cats; enjoyed science fiction; and was also known locally by the great rock wall he built stone-by-stone in his backyard without mortar.

Many of us visited with A.J.  in 2009 at Sam Lansberry's Friday night get-together and at our 50th-year Reunion and Dinner the next day.  There, he was his old, friendly, talkative, laughing self, still telling stories, and still following up with a hearty laugh.  Little did we know, it would be our last moments with him.

We will miss you, A.J.  Rest in Peace.


  

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Classmate Lonnie M. Kovalick, Sr.and his wife, Helen, celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on April 8.  Lonnie and Helen reside in Karthaus, PA.

Congratulations, Lonnie and Helen, on reaching this wonderful milestone.

Inspiring Bonnie Hartsock Article Featured in Harrisburg Magazine

Our thanks to Wil Shirey for sending along this October 2010 article on our classmate Bonnie Wilson Hartsock in Harrisburg Magazine.  The article describes Bonnie's fighting spirit and successful battle against breast cancer 16 years ago. 

"I think if nothing else, being faced with a life-threatening illness makes you really appreciative living in the moment.  And that's what I do, every single day," Bonnie says.

Thank you,  Bonnie, for your inspiring message.  And thanks, Wil, for sharing Bonnie's story with your classmates.

Click on article once or twice to enlarge for easier reading.