The following is from a letter David wrote to Jennifer Blank while in Peru. This tells best, what kind of person David was."Against My Will, All About Me"Born, May 29, 1953: Gemini Place: Hudson, New York; Columbia County My eyes change color from blue to gray to green, and I can see quite well in the dark. My hair occasionally varies in length, but never color (dark blond). I like bell-bottoms, wide belts and long collared shirts.I live in a family neighborhood, surrounded by Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and Grandparents. My immediate family is six, Mother, Father, Me (17), Dick (15), Mark (11), Nick (9). My Mother is a secretary and my brother, Dick, works on my Grandfather’s farm a lot. I like to work with my hands with my father. He says I would make a good carpenter - that’s what he is, a General Contractor. When I come home with my father after a hot summer day of hard work, we go swimming in my Grandfather’s deep, beautiful pond. I sail my little sailboat on it, and there is a monster bass in there I’m going to catch some day.I like to draw, read, build models, race slot cars, fly model rockets, being with friends, loud rock music and school dances. I write science fiction and an occasional poem. I like to satirize school events for our school newspaper, of which I am music and fiction editor. I’m no hero, but do my best and come out successful at whatever I’ve tried. I like to swim and dive. I was on Varsity Baseball and Cross Country track in 9^th grade, Junior Varsity Baseball in 10^th, Varsity Soccer in 11^th. I have a pet cat, and a small turtle in a fishbowl.Sometimes I sit on the lawn and watch the moon and Mars and Venus for hours. I have a large collection of old bottles that I keep adding to. I bought and re-finished my antique bed.Well, here I am Jennifer, you’d better keep this - someday when I am a famous writer you can be my official biographer. I probably sound like a big brag, I probably am. Anyway, most of me is here.ONLY THENby David Beebe Play me a happy song, Only then could I say Everyone’s wrong; it’s never here forever, but bright blindness makes it so And forever is only as long As we’re here So it is, until one goes and Can’t Come Back Yes, it is and will be But not for me. BRIDGE SITTER by David Beebe Here I sit, an isolated soul by the roadside, sitting on abridge; Wish I knew why -Perhaps it is the loner in me. The water rushes by endlessly, And it is like a life I have known. Turbulence, smoothness, speed, calm; All have known my presence and I am so very tired. People on a picnic near me, And little children play their running games. I want to scream Stop! At them -Don’t you know you have to grow up? A cricket chirps and doesn’t know why .He is so insignificant - and yet he is here. We think Man is so important and Significant, but we have to know why -Why are we here? This excerpt is from the essay that David wrote as part of his exchange application: There are several values that I consider to be very important in life. One of them is to be the best possible person I can, Another is to respect and obey the law, and recognize the rights of others. Another is to help those less fortunate than I, and to strive for and attain the pinnacle of success in my chosen profession. Personally I hope to gain several things from this trip. One is to fulfill an aching desire to see the homeland of the Incas. Another is the fact that I will have had the opportunity to observe another culture; and the third would be the pride I would have in knowing that I was chosen to represent my country.

David Lewis Blackmar

School: Stissing Mountain Jr. - Sr. High School Town: Pine Plains, New York Date of Birth: May 3, 1951 Parents: Allan F. Blackmar Mary E. Blackmar How does one write the biography of a nineteen year old? How many experiences can the youth have had in such a short time? I think David’s father said it best soon after the tragedy, "At least we can take consolation in that he lived life to the fullest while he was here He was doing what he wanted and was with his friends when he left us."An early recollection of David would have to be that he was not a likely candidate for a child beauty contest, not much different from other kids but, a gawky, rather uncoordinated kid with bright red hair. He, in fact, had to put up with the nickname of "Howdy Doody." His pre-teen age awkwardness left and he emerged into a handsome young man. As he was about to enter his senior year of high school, David was a year older than his classmates, the result of difficulties in earlier years that required him to repeat a class. In time, he won out over his problems and was well on his way to graduation and application towards a higher education. One of David’s major problems in school was spelling. One can still chuckle with a lump in his throat as he reads one of David’s last letters from Peru with its mangled spelling. David excelled in far more areas than those in which he was lacking. He had the distinction of being president of his class both during his Sophomore and Junior years. He was a leader in class projects. His home was a meeting place for classmates and friends. He was an avid skier; and skiing, like many hobbies, can be expensive. His parents encouraged such activities but David learned early that he could have anything within reason if he wanted to work for it. He was a soda clerk in the local drug store nights and week-ends. (The only drug-store, as Pine Plains is a community of about 1,800). In order to use the family car he footed the bill for the insurance and contributed for gas, etc. He paid for his own ski equipment and his winter weekend ski trips. One of his first work-save campaigns was to finance an Easter trip to Puerto Rico with a group from the First United Presbyterian Church. Perhaps this very perseverance contributed to the chain of events. He worked and saved for a year so that he might apply for the Exchange Program. He made application but was turned down. He was heartbroken, but immediately re-applied and was accepted just prior to the departure date. Another quality of David Blackmar was that with him there was no "generation gap" as seems to be fashionable. David wasn’t a "square" as his peers would attest but he didn’t "know everything" either. He was a ware that his parents and others more experienced knew more than he and that he could learn from them. He was respectful to his teachers. He wore his hair just a little long and any time he was admonished to see the barber he obeyed. One of the first pictures received after the tragedy was one with some friends and it appeared that he might have the beginnings of a moustache. We can only wonder if he would have shaved it off before coming home or if he would have faced the inevitable kidding if he didn’t. A lot more could be written about what David might have been. He probably would have gone to college, settled down to a career, married and raised a fine family. One thing is certain - he made his mark on those he left behind, as he would have on those he encountered, had he lived. Perhaps the best summary of the life of David Lewis Blackmar was contained in the words of the headlines of the county newspaper describing the tragedy and referring that several victims were from this area: "THEY WERE THE BEST THE TOWNS HAD TO OFFER."THERE ARE GAINS FOR ALL OUR LOSSES There are gains for all our losses -There are balms for all our pain; But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger and better, Under manhood’s sterner reign; Still we feel that something sweet Followed youth, with flying feet, And will never come again. Something beautiful has vanished, And we sigh for it in vain; We behold it everywhere, On the earth, and in the air, But it never comes again.

Jennifer Eileen Blank

School: Oneonta Senior High School Town: Maryland, New York Date of Birth: August 15, 1953 Parents: Doris and Stephen Bouboulis Sister: Kathleen Bouboulis. Darlene is a blue and gold clad figure leaping, cheering, urging, smiling bravely through her team does to defeat ...Darlene is sitting in a corner of the cafeteria quietly listing to a friend’s misfortune...Darlene is resplendent in white during the last chorus of Caroussel...Darlene is book laden, bounding happily through the halls on her way to class...Darlene is innocent as she whispers across the aisle in English class...Darlene is fearful, frowning, wild-eyed as she works her way to 100 in the Spanish regent...Darlene is bruised but still clinging to the ball in touch football...Darlene is consistency...Darlene is knowing it’s going to be better...Darlene is carefree, careful, careless...Darlene is imagination, innocence ...Darlene is giggly, opinionated, headstrong, deferential, magnanimous...Darlene is each of us smiling, laughing, weeping, wanting...Darlene is each of use, and the best of here is in each of us...Darlene is...IN MEMORIAM (Homenaje a Darlene Bouboulis, querda hermana norteamericano fallecida en la catastrofe del avion de Lansa groveniente del Cuzko.) WHERE ARE YOU DARLENE? I don’t know what kind of feeling possessed all of us There was such a silence never lived before Many faces who said nothing Though their sad eyes cried for you Why? I ask myself, why was that with you The uncertain destiny tried to play a trick Without thinking that the game might have ended Like the bright light without wanting Brings the butterfly who will die. Maybe now you are among those persons Who already walked by this world Maybe you are happy, how can we tell? You may be sad, You may be crying. Crying because you left this world too soon Your young heart stopped beating And your life so pure, just starting to bloom, Was stepped over like that rose who wanted to be. It seems I can still hear your special Spanish, With that certain accent that I’m starting to miss. Your laugh, your voice , everything is vanished now. But I swear! Our souls will never forget you. Now that the happiness seems to have gone. And that our lives are involved with sorrow, I truly tell you Darlene, That even though you are gone now, You will always be part of this class. This is maybe a small remembrance What can I express with just only words? But I want you to know, that if you yesterday left, The Utopia tells me that you will be back! Written by Quita Menacho, Promocion Colegio San Jore, 1970 Miraflores, Lima, Peru.

Joetta Marie Burkett

School: Walker High SchoolTown: Atlanta, Georgia (Dekalb County School)Date of Birth: January 25, 1954 Parents: John and Joetta Burkett

Christopher Canniff

"Chris offered friendship as a gift. One didn’t have to qualify or bargain for it and there were no special conditions to be met to receive it. He made it easier to extend friendship. His love was communicated by contagion. In giving freely he made givers of us all.""He eagerly joined others in their pursuits of joy because that is how he found his own.""Chris could fix anything, from a quarrel to an engine." "He taught us how to stop and look at the beauty around us and to search for the good that exists in us all."Christopher Michael, the only child of Fred and Janet Canniff, was born on December 27, 1953, the first grandson of his maternal grandparents and of his paternal grandmother. He lived nearly all his life in the hamlet of Carmel, New York, on Kelly Ridge where strong friendships were born from neighborhood romps, backyard games, picnics and shared adventures since pre-school days .Friends from Kent Elementary School remember the Wizard in the "Wizard of Oz" and the wizard of Rube Goldberg-type science fair projects. In time he became a Cub scout, worked hard on den projects and on earning arrows. Boy Scouting followed with monthly campouts, community projects, merit badges, courts of honor and camporees. Photography was one of Chris’ hobbies and for recreation he enjoyed skiing, skating, swimming, hiking and fishing. Exploring the outdoors was a lifelong pastime and when the adventure yielded an arrowhead, fossil, unusual shell or rock, the day had added pleasure. He greatly enjoyed family camping and over several years camped in every state, except Hawaii, and most of the Canadian provinces. The centennial summer of ‘67 was spent in Alaska, the summer the earth shook and the rivers rose to flood the beautiful Tanana Valley. Chris enjoyed fishing in the streams, visiting Athapascan fish camps, talking with Eskimos at Point Barrow, meeting pioneers of gold rush days and adventurous cheechakos who had more recently migrated from "the lower forty-eight." From one old sourdough who had experienced the brutality of nature and economic disasters there was adopted a philosophy that helped him surmount personal challenges as he reached out to talk without language to new friends more than half the world apart in the arid land of Peru. "It’s not what happens but how you take it" was the Alaskan’s message and Chris’ first letters from Peru revealed a determination to make the most of his opportunities by the brief phrase, "I remember what the Alaskan said."The United States was his country and it seemed essential that he know it as well as he could. He had seen most of its natural wonders from Acadia to Yosemite; he knew the height of its mountains and the depths of its canyons by the weight of his own two feet and marveled at the fortitude of the pioneers who first passed there. He thrilled at crossing trails of John Muir, John Wesley Powell, Coronado and Kit Carson . . . or absorbing the culture of the American Indian at festivals, rodeos and ruins of centuries past. Chris came to know his country, its history, geography, resources and many, many people for he was an uninhibited greeter whose grin invited conversation; before the tent was packed or the trailer steps put up Chris had befriended a great many fellow campers and had traded tips on fishing, hiking, and cooking over the open fire. He was nicknamed "the ambassador" for he extended a welcoming hospitality to new residents of the neighborhood, fellow campers in the campground or new students at school. Chris’ high school days brought enthusiastic involvement in many extracurricular activities. He became a member of the debate team and the varsity golf team. Always active in class projects, he could be found washing cars, selling hot dogs and soda, cakes or magazines for fundraising campaigns. Perhaps above all he enjoyed playing string bass in the Carmel High School Symphony Orchestra and in this closely knit organization he learned the discipline of work and the pride of achievement. There were many memorable and pleasurable moments when the orchestra played concert dates on its New England tour in the spring of 1970, not the least of which were the praise and applause for their performances. When their disabled bus stranded half the group on Vinal Haven Island off the coast of Maine, Chris, with the chaperone and his friends, organized a cold smorgasbord int he bus to save time and keep the scheduled concert date that evening in Lyndon, Vermont. With Chris there was always a time to share with small children the fun of play, the wonders of nature or the difficulties of learning. During his junior year he regularly did remedial tutoring with grammar school pupils and youngsters in the neighborhood boast that Chris taught them to tie their shoes. He was a "big brother" to the younger neighbors who knew he could be easily prevailed upon for rides in the lawn cart as he worked his summer jobs or on sled or toboggan pulls or for sharing the unorthodox technique of guiding a beginner down the ski slope between his big sturdy legs or of teaching a friend to dive by tipping her off a chair into a pool. He also enjoyed the company of older folks, listening with interest and curiosity to the stories of their lives, their occupations and opinions. He was sympathetic to everyone’s problem and quick to lend a helping hand or do an errand. Often his amateur repairs of machinery and appliances proved to be as sturdy as originally made. Chris was interested in politics and social issues and recognized that the dilemmas of today’s society required serious study and evaluation by all. Debate training taught him to find justification for his opinions and question the basis for those of others. Social gatherings led to provocative discussions about the serious matters facing all generations. He was reaching the age when he was beginning to sort out his own experiences and apply his learning in anticipation of becoming a voting citizen. In his application to be an exchange student he wrote, "The places I have been and the people I have known have helped me to better understand and sympathize with situations and conditions around our country. I am also more concerned because I have had this experience. . . I believe I could acquaint new friends (in South America) with a real picture of life in the United States which might not be realized from newspaper stories, television and movies. I think it is extremely important that an honest picture of American society is presented in foreign countries." When Chris was accepted as Carmel’s representative he was very happy and proud of the honor and opportunity to foster better understanding between his community here and his ciudad, Ica, Peru. But Chris’ life was not one fun-filled adventure; he learned that all men were not just, that bigotry and discrimination were fed by sarcasm and venomous remarks and that some people covered their own weaknesses by ridiculing the aspirations of other; he was sensitive to the sufferer and honest in his efforts to live as he believed. He knew the disappointment of defeat on the playing fields, in the lab and on the debate platform. He shared the sorrow of illness and deaths of his beloved Papa and Nana and an aunt and uncle to whom he was devoted. He was patient and gentle, exuberant with vitality, considerate with kindness, understanding, undemanding and generous with his love. It is with joyful memories, pride in his accomplishments, and enrichment through his being that those who knew him remember Chris. THINKING OF CHRISTY I hope the memory of me will be a happy one. When all the flowers have gone back to seed, and the voices of a hundred children are carried off with the wind to a faraway place, where they again ring out in laughter and happy joy, And when I look again on those places where once I spun a hundred tales, sang the beautiful songs, ran free and wild and unchained with friend youth at my side -When I look at these, let me see and feel and breathe anew the memories of those days, And let me find new riches in smiling faces, shining eyes and loving voices That I may see my past in peace, and know that all is well.Cindy Johnson, June 1971.

Daniel Scott Damick Born: May 8, 1953 Died: August 9, 1970 Here was a youth the Gods smiled on. From the moment of his birth to his sudden death, he brought joy and happiness to everyone he chanced to meet. Dan had the special ability to make friends with both the very young and the elderly, both idolizing him. He was tall, handsome, always smiling and not only willing but anxious to listen to anyone with a problem. Daniel became an Eagle Scout and continued his involvement with the Scouts afterwards. He received a special award to attend Schiff Scott Leadership Training Camp, where he so won the leaders’ admiration, they invited him to become a leader himself. A memorial fund has been set up in Danny’s name to enable a deserving Scout to travel to Philmont, the Scout camp in New Mexico where Dan passed one of his most enjoyable summers, in order to carry on Dan’s memory in Scouting. This fund was established by his friends on their own volition and has accumulated over $2500.Daniel’s great love, beside his love for people, was in acting. He won three awards as best actor in the local drama festival and was a member of the Clarion College summer drama workshop where he played in the lead in one production and a supporting role in another. The drama fraternity at the College has also set up a scholarship in his memory, so many friends did he make while there. In high school, Daniel was a conscientious excellent student. He was president of his class, had won a letter on the swim team, was a leader in activities to strengthen cooperation between the races at the school. He was proposed for president of the Key Club for the following year, and the Key Club, an honorary service organization at the school, has also established a scholarship in his name - the first recipient having been named at the recent high school graduation exercises. Dan loved sports and excelled in them. He was an avid tennis player, a Senior Life Saver, and an exuberant basketball player (winning awards as best player on his club’s team). He enjoyed horseback riding, canoeing, long-distance bike riding and, of course, baseball. He was president of a youth club in the area, and took great pleasure in accomplishing some worthwhile activity by club members. He played piano and banjo, the latter which he took with him to Peru. With all his activities, he managed to work three evenings a week at a chemical plant so that he could earn money to help pay for his motorcycle. One of his closest friends wrote an article about Dan, which was published in the local newspaper. It perhaps expresses best the feelings of those who knew and loved him. In part, it reads:"Danny was a warm and alive person who embraced life and squeezed as much joy and meaning and mystery and sorrow out of it as he possibly was able. He was the person in many people’s lives who could brighten up a particularly bad day by making a joke, or even with one of his many expressions. His warmth and compassion can be well illustrated by the time he took to do things that were important to him, like working with the blind; but even these actions, though they were so important to him, cannot adequately express what we who knew him feel with his loss... "Those who were luck enough to know him well could discuss their problems with him, and even if he couldn’t help - and he often could - he was perhaps the best listener in the world . . .Dan believed that you should get as much like Danny himself . . . "If you don’t meet someone like Danny during your lifetime, then you’ll truly have been cheated . . ."Dan was survived by his parents and two brothers, one older, one younger. His loss to his family and friends is tremendous, and his memory will forever be held dear.

Deeva Jo Dulaney

School: Brownsville Area High School Town: Brownsville, Pennsylvania Date of Birth: November 3, 1953 Parents: Robert H. Dulaney and Vivian C. Cohen Deeva Jo Dulaney was born on November 3, 1953 at Waynesburg, Pennsylvania, the daughter of Robert H. Dulaney and Vivian C. Cohen. She received her elementary school education in the Central Greene School District. Up-on moving Deeva transferred into the Brownsville Area School system here she had completed her junior year at the Brownsville Area High School. Throughout her school years, Deeva showed excellence in her academic achievements and during her junior year shared top honors with her classmates, maintaining a 4.0 grade point average. In addition to academic talent, Deeva began very early to display natural ability for dramatic. In the fourth grade after being selected for drama lessons, she thrilled her audiences with her stellar performance in "Cinderella." This trend continued to grow during the next few years and Deeva was enrolled in the Pittsburgh Playhouse School of Drama, the drama department of Carnegie-Mellon University and the 1970 International Thespian Conference as well as acting in productions at school and in the Brownsville Civic Theater. One of Deeva’s outstanding accomplishments was, as a sophomore, being cast in the female lead of the senior class play. She was honored by receiving the "Best Actress of the Year" award from her fellow Thespians. Drama was only one avenue of creative expression for Deeva. She was, quite naturally, interested in art and literature. Among her heroes were the authors Kahlil Gibran and Omar Khayam whose writing deeply impressed Deeva and were to become a strong influence in her own writings. Deeva possessed a remarkable expressive nature, being able to communicate her moods, desires and feelings through the written word. Her work in art revealed a contemporary flair. Deeva’s world was full of life. She was interested in everything and everybody. She loved and actively participated in skiing, horseback riding on her very own "Smokey," swimming, or dancing. Wherever there was action, there, too, was Deeva; a fact substantiated by her being awarded the Presidential Physical Fitness Award. Deeva was able to converse with her friends, parents, or other adults on any of the pressing problems of today’s concern. Deeva was opinionated, but foremost, she was knowledgeable. She held her classmates and parents spellbound on many occasions with her research in the areas of astrology and psychic phenomena, subjects which held her avidly fascinated. The mistreatment of the American Indians was of major interest to Deeva, stemming from her father’s Indian ancestry. She spoke with pride of the Indian name given to her by her dad - "Nayeshewana" - which means "Peaceful One."Deeva was a popular girl in all respects. She served her classmates and her school well by actively entering into many functions. She was a member of the Spanish Club, the National Honor Society, editor of the Junior High newspaper, The Indicatore, staff member of the Senior paper and annual, and a contributing member of her beloved Thespians, serving that group as its president. In these times when so many place the highest values on material things, those who knew Deeva were well aware that she gave priority to such intrinsic ideals as her relationship with her family and friends. If one was asked to give a capsule description of Deeva Jo Dulaney, no finer tribute could be composed than one written by a classmate of hers which stated, "She was the kind of girl it’s easy to dream about - the kind of girl you don’t forget. GUESS WHO I know a little girl as sweet as a rose She has brown eyes and a turned up nose Her hair grew long and so did she I wonder who this girl could be? It’s me! Deeva Dulaney 1961 Strawberries and purple Bind two innocent ends

To form a beginning. Smiles meet in mid air And dare to whisper Of children and happiness Soon they will know If strawberries and purple are enough. Deeva Dulaney 1970 YESTERDAY I believe in yesterday, No worries or regrets; With Model T’s and bicycles Not supersonic jets; When life was just a game to play With a gay and happy air, Not a tedious walk to sorrow - To sadness everywhere. When life was fun! And gay and free! A wild-eyed, goose-nosed Shopping spree! When not a single one would pass Without a fine "hello"; And not a ride or walk would be Without a "what d’ya know?" When life was such a happy thing To live, to talk, to know That God was watching over you. For life just told you so. Deeva Dulaney 1966.

School: Bethlehem Central High School Town: Delmar, New York Birth: August 31, 1954 Parents: Matthew and Margaret Elbow From her earliest days in Albany, N.Y., Anne was full of love and affection for her family and for the whole world. Everywhere she made friends, whether in the U.S. or abroad. She drew people to her like a magnet - her twinkling eyes, gentle laughter, lively sense of humor, and sincere friendship attracted them. Many of the letters written about Anne after her death used the phrase: "She was always smiling." She was always concerned about other people - about their troubles and sufferings and her heart went out to them. During her high school years, she visited shut-ins and young people in hospitals; she wrote letters to teachers who were ill and she cared deeply about the welfare of her parents and sisters. She wanted to make a better world. As she wrote in her Confirmation statement: "I want to be an active Presbyterian, to serve God to the best of my ability, and instead of copping out on the problems that confront society, as many of my contemporaries have done, I want to work for action and change."Yet in the tape recording* she left behind she said: "Do not think of me as some dream or vision of sweetness and angelic-ness." She could be impatient to get things done, and persistent in her ambitions, staying up late at night in order to earn good grades in her school work; finding time for both ballet and modern dancing and for piano lessons; writing articles for the school paper; participating actively in Girl Scouts, in choirs and in school government; and finally expending every effort necessary in her determination to go to Peru. Anne had a sensitivity to people of other races, religion and cultures. She had black friends, Jewish friends and Catholic friends. She understood and appreciated other cultures well. This probably resulted from the fact that many of her summers and two years of her life were spent aboard. On her eighth birthday, she sailed with her family for Beirut and spent the years 1962-1964 in Lebanon and Turkey, and the summer of 1964 in Europe. She enjoyed the customs, foods, dances, languages and people of other countries, and the people in turn responded to her. One of her school compositions explains how important it is for Americans to have a profound knowledge of other peoples and countries. During the summer of 1967, which she spent with her family in Montreal, she visited almost all the foreign pavilions at EXPO. As she wrote later: "Understanding between peoples is so important, especially in our age of atomic weapons. Only through programs such as foreign exchange can we hope to promote brotherhood and understanding . . . Ever since I had a tantalizing taste of living abroad, my mouth has been watering for another. The world is like a magnet, and my love of travel, of meeting new people, of experiencing new cultures is pulling me towards this program [International Fellowship] and a new country to explore."Anne lived an active, full and rewarding life. She loved small children and they adored her. The persons for whom she baby-sat, whether relatives in Western Canada or neighbors at home, were devoted to her. When Anne was fourteen and staying with relatives, her aunt was somewhat cross with her three small children and Anne said: "How about trying a little bit of loving and a little bit of hugging?" And it worked like magic. Anne combined baby-sitting with many outside activities and with a heavy school program. While she was full of laughter and fun, she had serious ambitions. As she mentioned in her tape, she wanted to achieve excellent grades, become a writer, travel a lot and make use of her singing and dancing talents, and as her ultimate goal, do something to help humanity through social work. The trip to Peru was the high point of Anne’s life. To quote her tape again, she wanted "to be on my own, to prove myself, to become a half-way mature and responsible person. I wouldn’t miss this trip for the world . . .I’m going to meet all sorts of wonderful people, I’m going to see the world, I’m going to visit all the old Inca ruins, and I know that it’s going to be an experience that I’ll never have again and that I’ll remember always and be so glad I went." Anne wanted to learn Spanish (she liked languages and was a good linguist) and "to go to one more continent than my father has been to . . ." So much was crowded into so few years. The tragedy is that the promise of an even fuller life was cut short about three weeks before Anne’s sixteenth birthday. We, her family, can only be grateful for the joy and laughter and richness she brought into our lives and the lives of others, for her loving and selfless affection, for the friends she has made for us in the U.S. and throughout many parts of the world, and above all, for the person that was Anne. August 4, 1970, I am in Trujillo now with Lily. The earthquake on the 31^st of May really hit hard here as you know, and there is so much rubble in the streets and cracks in the walls of the houses. The tower of the main cathedral has broken off, and even the roofs of some of the beautiful new modern houses are destroyed. It’s sad, because from everything Lily has told me, Trujillo was a beautiful city before the disaster. I thank you so much that you had enough faith and trust in me to let me come to Peru. My family, my friends and the places that I have come to know and love have all helped to make my stay here a wonderful and meaningful experience. I just wish you could be here sharing with me all joys and exciting experiences. I’m well and I wish I never had to come home, but time is flying by. *On the day Anne left for Peru, she made a tape recording giving some of her memories, thoughts and hopes for the future. ******** Anne’s diary was recovered from the crash, charred but mainly legible. It gave a complete and lively account of her stay in Peru. Her last entry on the night of August 8^th reads: "Ahorita, you voy a dormir - Right now I am going to sleep." She drew a line under this final sentence - the only time in the entire diary when she did so - and today she sleeps forever in Peru. Part of a Letter from Anne’s Peruvian Mother, Senora Saavedra; Piura, Peru, Sept. 3, 1970. Dear Mr. and Mrs. Elbow: Let my first words convey the sentiment of profound sorrow at the loss of our dear daughter, Anne, who like an angel came into our home, filled it with all the beauty that was within her. Her affection, her nobility and her intelligence soon earned for her the love and respect not only of her parents and brothers and sisters, who now disconsolately mourn her disappearance, but also of all those who have known her. . . . I cannot conceive that Anne has gone on a journey without return. I still expect to see her, my house is full of memories of her happiness here with us. I seem to see her, hear her talk, smile, sing, play the piano which pleased me so much. In short, only the memory that Anne was not for us a stranger but our daughter, well-beloved is left in my life . . . Part of a Letter from a Peruvian Student; Peru, August 28, 1970 To the Parents of Anne Elbow: First of all I must introduce myself. I am Hector Neyra Arce, a young Peruvian who had the great satisfaction of knowing your daughter, Anne . . . We were drawn to each other perhaps because our spirits full of youth had similar plans for our future lives or perhaps because of that very special and charming way that Anne had . . . Our beautiful friendship was to last only one day, since on the next day Anne was leaving for Cuzco. That day was very pleasant and she was very happy . . . You understand that your daughter was a heroine; I so consider her, since he who offers his life for an ideal is a hero and Anne offered hers for the most pure ideal there exists on earth and that is friendship. . .(The letters of Senora Saavedra and Hector Arce were written in Spanish and translated in Albany, N.Y.)

School: Herricks Senior High

Town: New Hyde Park, New York

Born: September 25, 1953

Parents: David and Florence Feldman

Alert, Aware, Beautiful, Concerned, Sensitive

describes our first born.

Our friend and companion is gone.

We miss her terribly.

Harold Lewis Fineman - 5/5/54 - 8/9/70 Parents: Albert S. and Selma J. Fineman Brother: David James Fineman Sister: Betty Jean Fineman 234-A Smithbridge Road Glen Mills, Pennsylvania Schools - Silverside Elementary School, Wilmington, Delaware - 1^st - 6^th grade. Mt. Pleasant Jr. High School, Wilmington, Delaware- 7^th grade. Garnet Valley Jr. - Sr. High School, Glen Mills, Pa. - 8^th - 10^th grade. Activities - Mt. Pleasant School District - 4-7th grade - Concert and Dance Band. Garnet Valley Jr.- Sr. High School - 8^th grade - Library Aide; Symphonic and Marching Band. 10^th grade - Football team, reporter; baseball team, manager and reporter; Student Council; School Newspaper; Represented School at Drexel University Seminar; Symphonic and Marching Band. 11^th grade - Was to be Manager and Reporter of both the football and baseball teams. Would have been in Symphonic and Marching Band. Hobbies - Collected Rocks and Minerals; enjoyed swimming, fishing; loved sports, especially basketball. Future Plans - Undecided about going into Field of Political Science, Archeology, or Journalism (sports).In Memoriam - Football Game on September 19, 1971, was dedicated in our Harold’s memory. Our son, David, also in the Band, placed the Peruvian Flag on a flag staff while the Band played "My Buddy." The Peruvian Flag was carried for a year in all Parades and Contests in his memory. A "Harold Fineman Memorial Fund" has now been established at the Garnet Valley Jr. - Sr. High School. A $200.00 Scholarship will be given each year to a graduating senior who will major in either Music or Physical Education. Synagogue - Temple Beth Shalom, Wilmington, Delaware. The best way to describe our Harold’s personality is to quote some letters we received, after the accident, from his Peruvian mother, brothers and classmates. His foster mother, Ruth Reisfeld, wrote, "Harold was such a good boy, simply one more of the family from the very start. He came from school happy and running every day; he enjoyed so much all the newness and surprises and how much I miss him doing these things. He traveled everywhere with me in the car. I never let him go alone and I had so much become attached to him that I asked him to stay with us the entire year." Roberto Reisfeld, "I felt much sorry for Harold because I loved him veery much, as if he were my own brother. The girls from my class cried a lot for him because they loved him as their own dear and close friend. I will never forget him. Harold was a true brother of mine. He was a great sports’ fan. They even elected him in my school the best in his category." Peter Reisfeld’s letter said in part, "It’s very difficult to explain ourselves how such a great, intelligent, sports’ boy finished his life in that way. In a consolate way, we are trying to say to ourselves that Harold passed with us many beautiful days." Gustavo Donayre Napaico, from Huancayo wrote, "I write you this letter from the city of Huancayo where you son, Harold, passed many happy days, having stayed in my house for four days. Harold knew many of my friends. We spent a lot of time together and became very good friends. My family and I deeply feel this disaster because we had come to think of Harold as a member of our family." His classmates at Colegio Leon Pinelo wrote - "You will probably be surprised to get this letter from four unknown girls. We were Harold’s classmates in school, here in Peru. As time went by we became very good friends. His politeness and kindness were unusual. He became one of us immediately. He read a lot. He had faith in Peru’s future, a country he had just come to know and seemed to like so much. One day he was absent. We found out he had gone to Cuzco. We missed him very much. Just upon his returning, the accident cut out his life, as it did to so many others. It has been terribly hard for all of us, we couldn’t avoid it. His physical presence will not come back to our classroom, but he will live forever in our hearts. "We were friends of Harold, and we were glad with him, because we found him, a simple, happy and sweet boy. We don’t know how to explain to you how important was Harold to us. He was part of all the class." "Harold became my friend since the first time I saw him. We enjoyed together many things like movies, clubs, a camp and my school. I remember the first time he came to school, his conduct was like a really good student. He studied with us and he played with us. Harold will always be in my memories. He will continue living with me." "I’m one of Harold’s friends in Peru. I want you to know that Harold was a very good boy and friend form all of us and also from me. I don’t know how to explain you how he was with me. It was something different to me to be a good friend from an American boy. I can’t believe that he isn’t more with us, that he isn’t going to laugh and play with me. The first days of school he was quiet because he didn’t know us. Afterwards he became one more of us. Now when I see his place empty, I remember our games and things we did before. It’s impossible to believe he is gone. "Harold came to our class, and became a very good friend of us, and because of that we are very sad when we know what pass to all of them, but more what pass to Harold. When he did not come to our class because he was with his friends of the United States, we felt that someone is missing. I think that all the class have in their hearts that is part of Harold."

DEDICATION OF HAROLD FINEMAN’S MONUMENT - JUNE 6, 1971

It is not death that determines the end of life . . . but the quality of the living. There are those whose lives span many decades and have never lived. Sue, whose years were so heartbreakingly few, lived almost as if there were some pre-knowledge. Each moment seemed to her to be important. She was endowed with a wisdom beyond her years and the ability to put first things first. True, some disillusionment with the world’s lack of humanity seemed to be encroaching on her youthful optimism, but she never really doubted that man was endowed with the intelligence to solve problems even of his own making. One of Sue’s favorite teachers, a former nun, once referred to sue as the most nearly Christian person she had ever known . . . and Sue’s religion was not Christianity. Her attitude in growing up was one of humanity that excluded none. There was just no hypocrisy. Growing old may have twisted and changed this clarity, growing old seems to do this, but she did not grow old. Sue’s close friends were few but treasured. At the time of her trip to Peru, she was beginning to emerge from a certain shyness with people. There were some who thought her too serious because, we suppose, she was such an exceptional student. But this excellence was based on real love for knowledge; to her studying was work but not a chore. In a real way, Sue was a non-conformist. She managed to set her own standards and these she followed despite the opinion of others. In fact, her "hang-up" may have been her inability to settle for less than the best either from herself or others. Sue’s sense of humor was child-like and off beat. This often surprised those who didn’t know her well . . . who didn’t know that at home she was full of the joy of life and delighted in laughing. She never doubted that life would be wonderful, but she was really impatient for it to begin. The trip to Peru was another beginning. In the short time our young people were together, she formed friendships that were intense to the point of loving. She loved her Peruvian parents. She loved her American friends. She revealed how she felt about herself, her need for others, her pride in her heritage. If she communicated these things to her new Peruvian friends, then we did indeed send a fine ambassador. What shall I say about the quality of her living? Is it important to say that Sue was artistic and that her paintings hang on our walls? Is it important to reveal that she had an insatiable desire to learn and probably read more in her less than seventeen years than her mother did in forty? Will it help to know that she wrote poetry and edited her school’s literary magazine or that she was elected to the National Honor Society in her junior year? Will it mean anything to know that there is a memorial award in Sue Finkleman’s name? Perhaps time will help these memories become tolerable. For now we must rely on the words of the prayer which we recite at Sue’s resting place, "Thank you Lord for this precious gift with which our lives were blessed even for so short a time."

DREAMS ARE IDEALS IDEALS ARE DREAMS

School: Westmoreland Central School Town: Vernon, New York Born: December 4, 1953 Parents: Paul and Fredericka Hawkins

School: University of Notre Dame City: Jasper, Indiana Born: June 26, 1949 Parents: Othmar and Marie Heeke "It was once written that ‘Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.’ Randy Heeke crammed a lot of living into 21 short years." Jack T. Rumbach Dubois County Daily Herold. The exotic locale of Randy’s death was in sharp contrast to the surroundings of his childhood. In Jasper, life is slow-paced; poverty exists, but not the hopeless type found in big city ghettos. The Heekes have three other children - daughter, Jan and Alana, and another son, Verl, the youngest. Randy was the oldest son and second child. He was always at or near the top of his class at Holy Family Grade School. Randy became an altar boy and continued even during high school. Sports were a big part of Randy’s life, too. He was captain of the basketball team in eighth grade. Randy entered Jasper High School in 1963. He was on the student council for two years and served as vice-president his junior year. The summer before his senior year, he was a delegate to Hoosier Boys’ State. He was also on the staff of the school newspaper for two years. Randy maintained his high scholastic standing. He received a letter of commendation from the National Merit Scholarship Qualifying Test, and in 1967, he was graduated at the top of his class of 180 students. Randy was awarded several scholarships and grants to attend the University of Notre Dame. Randy postponed his entrance into college for a year to earn additional expense money by working for the Dubois County Herald. He became aware of the scope problems and his interest was aroused. Randy entered Notre Dame as a sociology major in 1968. He ranked in the top ten percent of the incoming freshmen, and was on the dean’s list throughout his two years at the university. What really set him apart, was his concern for others. He came from modest circumstances, but recognized how fortunate he was compared to so many, and he determined to make their welfare the focus of his life’s work. He spent much of his spare time working with underprivileged children. Typical of his modest attitude, this was unknown even to his parents until after his death. In the summer of 1969, Randy worked at Lake Winona, Indiana, where the Chicago Boys Clubs maintain a camp for ghetto children. Randy was accepted into the Notre Dame Foreign Study program and was to have gone to the University of Anahuac in Mexico City for his junior year. Previous to this, he chose to work in Santiago, Chile, on a project sponsored by the Council for the International Lay Apostolate, a project founded by Notre Dame students who wanted to express their concern for humanity.

School: Charlotte Valley Central School Town: Davenport, New York Date of Birth: January 1, 1953 Parents: Owen and Kathleen Howarth A smile, a helping hand, the bubbling enthusiasm of youth - that’s how we remember Mary Elizabeth. It is perhaps an irony of life that such recollections are strongest a t a time when M.E. is gone from us. Although in the simplest physical sense she gone, in a deeper sense she remains with us. She always will. It is in those reflections, still so strong in us, that these words have significance. Mary Elizabeth was indeed a beautiful person. In the words of Mr. Alayza, whose family she stayed with in Peru, she possessed "don de gentes." (Roughly translated "don de gentes" means the "power of friendliness, or more precisely, "the habitual facility to win the goodwill of those persons with whom she was acquainted.") It is ironic that this simple Spanish expression does so much to catch the essential quality that eluded those closest to Mary Elizabeth. Surely, she was "don de gente." But she was vivacious, poised, talkative, competitive; she had an impatience about life. There never seemed to be enough time to fulfill all her desires. To capture her personality would be to envision a child hugging a kitten, vainly training a calf to be led with love rather than discipline, and crying with joy over a difficult task achieved. This is our recollection of Mary Elizabeth - coping and conquering the impossible, having tremendous compassion for those not capable of doing the same. As a youngster reared on a dairy farm, M.E. looked forward each year to spending a week at the County Fair exhibiting a carefully groomed calf. Later she graduated to the more demanding charge of training and riding horses. And one of her most thrilling moments, the climax of years of perseverance, came at the New York State Fair, where she was recognized as a splendid horsewoman, an equestrian of no mean talent. Mary Elizabeth was a member of 4-H for ten years; she was president of the local club and spent two summers as counselor at camp. She loved children and requested that the youngest and most insecure campers be assigned to her. Homesickness simply could not exist when she was with the little ones. She had the capacity to make people happy; that was the quality Mr. Alayza referred to with his Spanish phrase. To say that Mary Elizabeth was active in school would be a gross and understatement. There she showed the full extent of her spontaneity and vivacity. She was a cheerleader (winner of the "Most Deserving Cheerleader" trophy as a Junior), secretary of the yearbook staff, photographer for two years, and she was active in dramatics, chorus and the whole range of girls’ sports. Mary Elizabeth had planned to be a physical education teacher; she thought she might like teaching in a Spanish-speaking country, in fact. She had just successfully completed the Red Cross Senior Life-saving Course. Academically, she was most ambitious, receiving awards each year, the most prized of all being the social studies award won in her junior year. When school principal, Donald C. Haight, said at the time of her death that Mary Elizabeth was an "outstanding school citizen," he reflected the sentiments of the school and the community. Affectionately, her class dedicated the yearbook to her and her many friends established a memorial fund as a lasting tribute. In many ways Mary Elizabeth reflected the rural environment in which she grew up. She was fiercely loyal to her school and to the rural life-style, but Mary Elizabeth wanted something more. She took every opportunity to broaden her horizons - to travel. In June of 1967, at fourteen, she went with a group of Delaware County 4-H youngsters on an exchange trip to Michigan. Later, the same summer, her family hosted a Mexican exchange student, Felipe Vidaurri. It was at this time that Mary Elizabeth showed the greatest interest in Spanish culture. It was a new experience helping Felipe to learn English, and it provided a fascinating insight into a second language and a second culture. The following summer her family hosted Wanda Cruz, a Puerto Rican girl from New York City as part of the farm-city exchange. Wanda and Mary Elizabeth became close friends revisiting each other several times a year; their exchange culminated in Mary Elizabeth’s two-week visit with Wanda’s grandparents in Puerto Rico. The Spanish influence firmly established, it came as no surprise when Mary Elizabeth availed herself of the opportunity to represent her school as an exchange student in Peru. Mary Elizabeth’s stay in Peru was intensely happy. She found the Alayza family delightful and warm, and teaching the young children English at Mrs. Alayza’s school was only one of her pleasant experiences. Her week-long visit with the Serpa family in Huancayo was an unexpected thrill; it was a visit full of activity. If all the joy that Mary Elizabeth felt in Lima and Huancayo could be written here, one might reasonably conclude that these were some of her finest moments. The warm receptions she received from her Peruvian families, the acquaintances with the young people whom she loved so dearly, learning the Peruvian dances, and of course, the visits to the Palace, the museums, the ruins, the bullfights, and so very much more would have kept Mary Elizabeth involved in reliving those moments for months. That Mary Elizabeth was chosen spokesman to express the group’s appreciation to the people at Cuzco may somehow be reflective of her sentiments and personality. The two telephone calls home on her father’s birthday and on August 2 were filled with the excitement of Peruvian life. They are memories her brother Mark and her mother and father will always cherish. Mary Elizabeth was, indeed, "don de gentes"; she was an outstanding citizen of her school and community; she was a magnanimous person. Yet she never lost sight of the fact that God was responsible for all of her joys. She was searching and hoping she might fit in with God’s plan. The consensus is that God’s scheme called for a life that was short but beautiful, and she lived that life according to His will. MARY A song by Gary Morgan, classmate Mary, Mary, far from this world you have roamed. You left behind a weeping home. Oh why, Lord, Oh why? Death is so funny; it makes me cry. It took our Mary. Why, oh why? Mary, Mary, your heart must’ve been of gold Happiness must’ve filled your soul.

School: Wausau East High School Town: Wausau, Wisconsin

School: Livonia Central Village: Lima, New York Date of Birth: March 26, 1953 rents: Mr. and Mrs. Michael Marshall

I was born March 26, 1953 the baby of the family and I mean the baby - my brothers were Keith 16 yrs. And Michael 18 yrs. Old. I already had my own special babysitters and they sure came in handy while I was growing up. All my life I have lived on a farm where life begins and ends. In my younger years I led the normal life of a boy, that is because of my not being able to stand staying in the house playing with dolls or doing things girls normally do. Spending the greater share of time outdoors by streams catching frogs, picking up worms to bait my hook to go fishing, hunting with my father for rabbits and pheasants with my cap gun, building forts, exploring nature, playing in hay mounds, driving tractor, and helping with the cows or whatever I was old enough to do at the time. What a feeling of complete awe you get from helping a cow give birth, another one of life’s unexplainable wonders. My school years, Kindergarten through eighth, were ones that were full of experiences that are the type you say "Remember the time when." The days were spent going to church, to camp, birthday parties, belonging to scouts, marching in parades, playing in the school band, taking lessons in piano, flute, dancing, appearing on T.V., going deep sea fishing, visiting places of historical interest, collecting rocks, memos of all occasions, making scrapbooks, collecting stamps, and my favorite of all - riding horses when I could saddle them, if not, bareback! Flying to Rhode Island on a plane alone at the age of 9 to visit my Aunt Dottie and Uncle Walter was really groovy. My love of animals is the reason for my small zoo which consists of cats, fish, parakeet, turtle, rabbit, calf, three dogs, and my truest love of all my three horses. When at the age of two my parents took me to a fair where there were merry go rounds and horses to ride my favorite quote "Let’s go where the horses are that walk." When I was of the old age of three years, finally a horse of my own, and have been riding ever since both western and English. One of my greatest wishes came true having a foal of my own from birth and training him to be a well disciplined horse that was my Admiral. By the age of twelve I had reached the wonderful height of 5 feet 7 inches tall much to my delight this sure did make it easy to mount any size horse I decided to ride. In recent years however I have begun to show my thoroughbred, My Fair Lady, consistently in horse shows at Jack Frohn’s, New York State Fair and many others. My Fair Lady and I have won many ribbons and trophies, one that will always stay in my memory for sportmanship (Best in Show) that we won at the Hemlock Fair. I am a member of the American Horse Show Association which allows me to ride in many shows. I can only say that I love the thrill of jumping a horse as we approach the jump, feeling the muscles of the horse tense up, the eagerness to jump builds up and then with a smooth effortless leap we are over the fence and preparing for the next one. No matter what the weather is hot or cold to ride all day if I could would be just the greatest, loving everything about horses except cleaning box stalls. My mom and dad after careful diagnosis have come up with the realization that I have an incurable disease, "Horse Fever." When I am not riding horses, getting ready for horse shows, taking lessons in riding, going to church to the M.Y.F. group at church, skidooing, reading, writing letters to the boys in Vietnam, sending packages, preparing speeches for the Toastmaster Club, attending 4-H meetings, planning horse shows for other children, working with the Teen Board at McCurdy’s and in the children’s gift shop at Christmas, swimming, water skiing, fishing, driving my own car, playing tennis, modeling, attending John Powers School, speed reading school, flute lessons, going to all sporting events, football, basketball, hockey, lacrosse and etc., making my own clothes, cooking real odd dishes, dating and of course skiing which you will find I have perfected the technique of falling as that is what I spend most of the time doing when skiing. It is indescribable as I sail down the great white way, the wind plays melodies in my ears and then those melodies turn into wrong sour notes as I in vain try to untangle and pick myself up again. Otherwise, if you can’t find me please look under all those books that leave only my ears showing, that’s me, doing my homework. With all this school still comes first and my marks do matter so much to me. In school I participate in many activities; band, chorus, G.A.A., Latin Club co-editor, class secretary, member of Student Council, newspaper staff, girl’s soccer and basketball teams, elected honorary member of the National Honor Society in sophomore year, class fashion show coordinator, Junior Prom Queen, Fall week-end queen candidate, captain of collecting for the heart fund, President National Honor Society, and exchange student to Peru. Twenty-four hours a day are not long enough there is so much to be done. I am majoring in Math and Science and want to go to college to become a doctor, or scientist in the field of atomic research. But whatever I become I only want to enjoy life to its fullest and try to spread happiness to as many others as possible. Written by Ardeth Diana Marshall Her recipe for life 1 cup of happiness 1 gram of smiles 1 oz. cheer 1 lb. love Mixed real well and spread all over. Although she was only here for such a short time her many memorials will be here a long time. To have been the parents of this lovely young girl was all anyone could ever ask of life. She was a joy to behold and every place she was, happiness, love, laughter and understanding were there. She will always have a place in the hearts of all that knew and loved her; her brothers Mike, Keith; her sisters-in-law Janet, Judy; her nieces Karen, Vicky, Molly; her nephews Mike, Jeff, Bradley; and the rest of the family. She is going to be six years old She is quite the busy one I’m told

She babysits for a certain horse And takes care of Grandpa and BeBa of course

She swims like a fish in the pool And bothers her father ‘til he loses his cool

Born: Geneva, New York May 9, 1953

Patricia Anne was born on March 27, 1953 - most happy day for us. After four boys, she was especially precious. Patty was a sweet cuddle baby and truly the answer to our prayers. Patty made friends easily and her grammar school days were happy times. We called her "Our World Traveler." She loved visits to new places. On entering West Seneca Junior High School, we saw that she was developing into a fine young lady. The changes, typical of a teenager started to take place, more hair care and very aware of fashion. She was a very conscientious student, and was a member of the Student Council throughout high school. She worked hard on any project that she took part in and there were many; however, her first love was caring for children. One of Patty’s greatest pleasures was her volunteer work at the West Seneca School for Retarded Children. She looked forward to those hours with the children and worked hard - loving, caring for and teaching them. She started alone, but soon had four friends recruited to join her. Her ambition was to become a Social Worker. Glory and recognition was not her aim. Personal satisfaction from helping others was her reward. Patricia loved the Holidays. She enjoyed the "togetherness" of family and friends. She took over the Christmas baking and decorations, and spent many happy hours shopping for others, never forgetting the little ones. Her last gift to us was a puppy to keep us company while she was in Peru. Knowing her desire to see how the poor lived in South America we were not surprised to find ourselves a part of I.F.S. We learned much through the many exchange students from there. We opened our home to them whenever it was needed as a stopover on their trip to Washington, D.C. Patty made many new friends from this group and saw many of them when she was in Peru. Patty and her South American sister, Nancy Carson, were very close. Nancy had spent two previous school years at our home. Nancy and her father brought our Patty home last August 19, 1970 from her ill-fated trip to Cuzco. Nancy stayed with us until she was married on May 1, 1971 from our home. Patty