Sunday, December 17, 2017

Freddie Bellamy dies

Freddy Bellamy, a kind and gentle soul who was a copy aide it seemed forever, died recently. Here's the link to his obituary.  Doesn't seem possible he was 70.


http://obits.cleveland.com/obituaries/cleveland/obituary.aspx?n=frederick-stark-bellamy&pid=187529143&fhid=2995

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Tribute to Russ Schneider

Former Plain Dealer sports writer Russ Schneider of Seven Hills died Tuesday, Oct  at the age of 89 and sports columnist Bill Livingston wrote this tribute. Photo by Linda Kinsey of Cleveland.com


CLEVELAND, Ohio - A diamond is forever? So was a baseball diamond to Russell Schneider.
In all likelihood, all the old baseball men are getting an earful in their sky boxes from Russ today. The long-time Plain Dealer reporter died this morning at 89 after years of declining health.
He probably is looking up Frank "Trader" Lane so he can ask him what in the world was he thinking when he traded Rocky Colavito?
He'll look up George Steinbrenner, too and they can debate what it would have been like had the Boss purchased the Indians, as he had wanted to do, and not the New York Yankees.
This newspaper's Cleveland Indians beat reporter from 1964-78, Schneider was tough, dogged, competitive to the point of combativeness, and my friend.
The friend part took a while. Schneider wanted the columnist job I got in 1984. Eventually, however, we became not only friends, but confidants. Knowing him was certainly one of my great privileges.
Baseball lifer
Schneider also covered the Cleveland Browns for a time in the 1980s and became great friends with former Browns coach Sam Rutigliano.
After Schneider assumed the beat, Browns owner Art Modell said effusively, "Welcome to the family."
"I'm here to cover the team," Russ said gruffly. "Not to be part of your family."
Before that, he realized his life-long dream of covering the Indians because he simply would not give it up. Russ wore down former Plain Dealer sports editor Gordon Cobbledick, beating a path to his door every day from the spring of 1963 until he got the Indians beat in December.
On the beat, he was so competitive he would not talk to rival reporters, zealously guarded his sources, and once almost brawled with former Indians president Peter Bavasi when Bavasi tried to confiscate Schneider's tape recorder during a heated interview at the old stadium.
You won't see those "Front Page" types in the business anymore.
After retirement, he had a second home at the Indians' old Winter Haven spring training headquarters so he could check the prospects out in person.
Tough and passionate
Schneider was a former Marine. And it would take much more than a cold day in May for him to back down from a challenge, any challenge -- and May was often far from a nice day here with ice mantling the Lake Erie shoreline long past Opening Day.
A former catcher, Schneider coached amateur baseball in the area. He approached every game as if it were the seventh game of the World Series. The joke was that umpires around town asked for hazardous duty pay when they had his games.
Last visit
The last time I saw Russ was Oct. 16, a few days after the Indians' lost the divisional series to the New York Yankees.
Schneider's final days were spent in an assisted living facility in Broadview Heights. It was near the Cavaliers' practice building, so I swung by there after their practice session ended.
I had brought a small notebook, hoping to ask Russ about his favorite players and the highlights of his long career. But by then there would be no more interviews in this life for Russ.
He was asleep when I entered his room. I'm not sure whether he knew me or not after I gently roused him. I think there was a gleam of recognition in his eyes and the faintest nod, but I'm not sure. I left a note for him with the nurses.
Before I left, I leaned over and lightly kissed the tough old Marine on the top of his head. It might be best that he never knew about that.
There are worse things to lose than a baseball game.
*

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Bill Wynne's Smoky gets another accolade



CLEVELAND, Ohio -- Smoky the war dog was four pounds of talent, determination, courage and love.
The Yorkshire terrier whose exploits during World War II won her international acclaim, and is buried at a memorial in Rocky River, just added another medal to those accolades.
The U.S. War Dogs Association recently presented Smoky with a service award given to military canines who have served in America's armed forces.
The medal, inscribed "faithfully we lead the way," came as a surprise to William Wynne, a native Clevelander who owned and trained the dog that was found in a jungle foxhole in New Guinea during World War II.
Wynne, 95, of Mansfield, said, "I'm very happy because Smoky was always on the outside, looking in, as an unofficial war dog of World War II.
"Now, this (medal) puts her on the same scale as the (military) dogs that are over in Afghanistan, and all dogs going back to the Vietnam war," added the former Plain Dealer photographer. "I feel really good about it."
Wynne was serving with an Army photo reconnaissance squadron during World War II when he bought the little terrier that another GI had found, and forged a special relationship of training and trust.
He named her for her blue-gray color, and began teaching Smoky a variety of stunts including walking a tightrope while blindfolded, balancing on rolling barrels, spelling her name and even parachuting.
In a book he later wrote about his exploits with Smoky, "Yorkie Doodle Dandy," Wynne wrote, "Smoky became a tremendous morale booster. I had much to do in the military but she gave me an escape from the loneliness of the New Guinea jungle."
She was also a life-saver. When communications lines had to be strung across an airfield runway in the Philippines -- a task that would have exposed GIs to enemy fire -- Smoky was drafted to pull a string connected to the wires through an eight-inch-wide, 70-foot-long drainage culvert under the runway.
The dog also accompanied Wynne on 12 aerial combat missions, was awarded eight battle stars, and survived a kamikaze attack and a typhoon.
When Wynne was hospitalized with dengue fever, Smoky charmed the patients in other wards, and later repeated that role in performances at hospitals in Australia, becoming the first therapy dog of record.
In his book, Wynne said Smoky, "the little tyke who shared so much with me, who, unquestioning and courageously, responded to my every command, had become my truest friend. She was a diversion from the demoralizing reality of war. She made us laugh and forget."
After the war, when Wynne returned to Cleveland, they appeared together in a variety of television and theatrical performances until Smoky's death in 1957.
Smoky is buried in the Rocky River Reservation of the Cleveland Metroparks, in a .30-caliber ammunition box (appropriately enough) in the base of a marble pedestal topped with a life-sized bronze sculpture of the little war dog sitting in a GI helmet. An inscription reads: "Smoky Yorkie Doodle Dandy and Dogs of All Wars."
Wynne said there are 11 monuments to Smoky in the U.S., three in Australia and one in France.
The most recent medal is one of three she has received, including the prestigious Purple Cross Award of the Australian Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.
Wynne isn't surprised by Smoky's enduring appeal as the subject of many books, articles and a possible movie.
Part of that appeal was her diminutive size, spirit and ability to surviving some of the worst that war could offer, including military rations.
Wynne recalled, "The food we got was so bad, it was so heavily salted because we were in the tropics, the guys were getting diarrhea every couple days. I didn't have any dog food, so she had to eat our food."
Wynne has owned other Yorkshire terriers since Smoky, but it hasn't been the same.
"Smoky, in anybody else's hands, probably would've been just another dog," he said. "But because of my desire to train her, she became something special."
Special in other ways, too, as Wynne looks back on those days during the war.
"At first, emotionally, I was trying to not get too close to her. I'd lost a couple of buddies and I didn't want to get too close, because the hazards were so great and I'd just get upset all over again," he recalled.
"But as time passed, we formed a special bond, and everything became concentrating on the dog. She came first, and I was doing things for her," he added. "The dog became more of an obsession, to bring her through this, and myself, too. It worked out."
In a sense that bond continues, as Smoky's recognition and honors continue, along with Wynne's involvement with the past.
"She's still very much remembered," Wynne said. "All of these things make up the incredible story of this tiny little dog that just did it day to day, and didn't think about it.
"She just did it."

Time for another lunch



PD Editorial Retirees & Expatriates
Casual unstructured lunch troupe
Gather for lunch on the last Fridays of January,
April, July and October
Spouses and guests always welcome

NEXT LUNCHEON: Noon, Friday, October 27, 2017

PLACE: LiWah, Asia Plaza, 2999 Payne Ave., Cleveland
                         Additional parking off short street along west side of plaza.

MENU:  Order from the menu.

 
RSVP: Janet French (216) 221-2318 or email jabfr519@cox.net by Tuesday, October 24
(JoAnn is recovering from surgery)

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Book published

David Clary, a former PD assistant news editor, is on the California road talking about his new book “GANGSTERS to GOVERNORS:The New Bosses of Gambling in America”.  Young Dave, as he was known on the news desk because the late Dave Lake  was there first, is now at the San Diego Union and  a father of two.  "Gangsters to Governors: The New Bosses of Gambling in America," was published by Rutgers University Press on Sept. 28. It explores how and why states seized control of gambling, traditionally an illicit activity dominated by organized crime. The book weighs the consequences of government-sanctioned gambling and addresses current controversies over online and sports betting, he says.


Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Former PD colleagues meet

Bill Lucey, former PD library aide, ran into a former colleague, Alan Seifullah and his wife,  at the Baseball Heritage Museum in old League Park recently during the annual Hispanic Festival, Pleibol. Former Indian  pitcher Jim "Mudcat" Grant is in the foreground.  Alan is retired from Cleveland Public Utilities. Bill has a web site,  www.dailynewsgems.com


Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Lammers dies of cancer


Bill Lammers, a  veteran of the news desk, was a good guy. His knowledge of music, pens, Fiesta, and technology was extra ordinary. His PD friends will miss him.  There were no public services but an outpouring of eulogies on Facebook.

From the Sandusky Register:

Walter William “Bill” Lammers, 60, of Olmsted Falls, Ohio, died Friday, Aug. 4, 2017, surrounded by his family at the end of a brave fight against cancer.
     Bill was a devoted husband and father. The joys of his life were his wife Nancy, daughters Sarah and Christina, and being “Paw Paw” to Logan and Austin. 
     He is survived by Nancy; daughters, Sarah (Umberto) Barbera of Mentor, Ohio, and Christina Curley (fiancé David Beers) of Athens, Ohio; two grandchildren, Logan and Austin; brothers, Guy (Linda) Lammers of Maumee, Ohio, John (Cindy) Lammers of Baldwinsville, N.Y., and Pete (Sueann) Lammers of Danbury; as well as nephew, Kirk Lammers of Westlake, Ohio; and nieces, Jackie (Nick) Savage of Delta, Ohio, and Kaylee and Lauren Lammers of Baldwinsville.
     Bill was the son of Walter R. “Sonny” and Joyce Lammers, of Danbury, who preceded him in death.
     He graduated from Bowling Green State University in 1978, and spent a career in the newspaper business, first as a reporter and then as an editor.
     At a series of newspapers Bill earned a reputation as a smart, creative, fast, reliable editor with a low tolerance for nonsense. At the time of his death he was an editor at The Plain Dealer in Cleveland, where he edited stories, designed pages, and wrote about music and technology for nearly 30 years.
     Bill had a curious mind with a passion for movies, history, cooking, technology and, especially, music.
     Private services were held.
     If desired, memorials for Bill can be made to Ames Family Hospice House in Westlake, Ohio, or an organization of the donor’s choice.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Helen Cullinan services

Memorial services for former art critic Helen Cullinan will be
be held Saturday, June 24, at noon, in the lecture hall at the Art 
Museum. She died in early May at age 86.
She is survived by her son Thomas , sister Jean House and nieces and nephews.  There was only a death 
notice in The PD.  Condolences at www.mahermelbourne.com





Thursday, April 06, 2017

Bob Long died March 19, 2017

CLEVELAND, Ohio -- Robert M. Long, a former Plain Dealer executive who helped steer the company through some of its most successful and its most challenging times, died Sunday in Cleveland Clinic. He was 73 and a resident of Westlake.
Here’s the link to his obit on Cleveland. com



April brings lunch April 28

PD Editorial Retirees & Expatriates
Casual unstructured lunch troupe
Gather for lunch on the last Fridays of January,
April, July and October
Spouses and guests always welcome

NEXT LUNCHEON: Noon, Friday, April 28, 2017

PLACE: Der Braumeinster, 13040 Lorain Avenue ( on the corner of W. 130 & Lorain). Park behind restaurant or across the street in the CVS lot away from their door.

MENU: May order from the menu. view the menu at http://derbrau.com/.

 
RSVP by Tuesday, April 25.

Jo Ann Pallant (440) 734-1923 or email japallant@sbcglobal.net
or Janet French (216) 221-2318 or email jabfr519@cox.net

Friday, January 06, 2017

The new year’s first alumni lunch

PD Editorial Retirees & Expatriates
Casual unstructured lunch troupe
Gather for lunch on the last Fridays of January,
April, July and October
Spouses and guests always welcome



NEXT LUNCHEON: 12:30 p.m., Friday, January 27, 2017

PLACE: Nighttown, 12383 Cedar Rd., Cleveland. The parking lot is entered from the back and you have to pay with quarters.

We will assemble on the heated patio and order from the menu.

RSVP by Tuesday, January 24, 2017.
Janet French (216) 221-2318 or email jabfr519@cox.net

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Van Dillard? Dead or Alive?

We got this email from a Canadian:
Hello,
I’m a retired journalism prof in Ottawa. I am trying to locate biographical information about Van Dillard, a photographer with the Cleveland Press before its demise, and the first black journalist at a Cleveland daily newspaper. 
I knew Van briefly in the summer 1968 when I was a student intern at the Press. We worked on some assignments together. I would be delighted to know where he ended up when the Press closed. If he is still alive he would be pushing 80, I would think.
It occurred to me someone at the PD might be able to help me. And maybe a post to your PD alumni blog might stir some memories. I am working on a project about black photographers in the 1960s who were pioneers and chronicled the US civil rights movement.
Thank you for your consideration of this request.
Regards,
Jeff Sallot
jeff.sallot@gmail.com

613 824-6401

--
Jeff Sallot
Mobile in Canada 613 668-6412
Website: reportinglab.com

If anyone knows anything, give him a call.  or email.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Two PD veterans die



Harry Stainer, 86, and Jake Rosenheim, 80, both died recently. Harry was a  long time reporter. He     used to work on Saturdays and would come up scoops from Mayor Perk.  Jake had been a copy editor, makeup editor,  and promotion direction .

Here are the death notices from The Plain Dealer.

Jake Rosenheim: age 80, beloved husband of Virginia (nee Sihto) for 59 years. Loving father of Maureen Schoen and Claudia Anastasopoulos (George). Dear grandfather of Amanda Schoen Williams (Drake), Joshua Schoen and Gabriella, Alexandria and Leo Anastasopoulos. Brother of the late Sidney Barger and uncle to Jeffrey and Janet Barger. Jake was born in Cleveland, Ohio, attended East High School and went to Fenn College before graduating from Cleveland State University. He worked for the Plain Dealer in the sports department, promotions director and finished his career as the IT coordinator. Jake was an avid Cleveland Indians fan and attended the 1948 World Series with his mother and enjoyed going to games this past year and the run to the World Series. Memorial service to be held Saturday, November 19 at 3:00 pm at St. Barnabas Church, 29230 Wolf Rd, Bay Village. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the American Diabetes Association , 4500 Rockside Road, Suite 440, Independence, 44131 or National Kidney Foundation , P.O. Box 40544, Bay Village, 44140.

Harry Stainer: Age 86, passed away November 2, 2016 in Longmeadow, Massachusetts. He was born March 21, 1930 in Chicago, Illinois. Mr. Stainer was an investigative reporter for the Cleveland Plain Dealer. He was a U.S. Army veteran who served in the Korean War. He also helped to plant forests in Idaho. He was a very avid gardener who had extensive gardens in Ohio. In recent years he spent his time with family and friends growing fresh vegetables and beautiful flowers in Massachusetts. Survivors are his daughter, Abigail (Peter) Thomsen; step-grandson, Matthew Thomsen; niece and nephew, Louise (Stephen Gleicher) Unell and Alan (Vokouhi) Unell, his cherished care-giver, June Jenkins, and his beloved cat, Nickle. He was preceded in death by his wife, Elizabeth and parents, Rebecca and Abraham Stainer. Graveside service will be held 2 p.m. Monday at Mentor Cemetery, in Section 22. Arrangements entrusted to the Brunner Sanden Deitrick Funeral Home & Cremation Center 8466 Mentor Ave., Mentor, OH 44060. In lieu of flowers, contributions can be made to the Parkinson's Disease Foundation or The Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Research . Please offer condolences at www.brunners.co
Published in The Plain Dealer from Nov. 4 to Nov. 6, 2016- 

Sunday, October 09, 2016

Next Alumni lunch Oct.28

PD Editorial Retirees & Expatriates
Casual unstructured lunch troupe
Gather for lunch on the last Fridays of January,
April, July and October
Spouses and guests always welcome




NEXT LUNCHEON: Noon, Friday, October 28, 2016

PLACE: Market Garden Brewery, 1947 West 25 Street, Cleveland. Parking behind restaurant.

MENU: Can order from the menu with separate checks.
 
RSVP by Tuesday, October 25, 2016.
Jo Ann Pallant (440) 734-1923 or email japallant@sbcglobal.net
or Janet French (216) 221-2318 or email jabfr519@cox.net

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Steve Esrati, 89, dies

Former PD Reporter Tom Quinn, now living in Dayton, reports that former PD copy editor Stephen G. Esrati died Aug 18 in Dayton.
Steve’s  son, David, sent along a link to his father’s self-prepared obituary.

Here’s the link:

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Garden editor Irma Bartel Dugan dies

Long time PD garden editor Irma Bartel Dugan died Thursday, July 28, 2016. She was garden editor from 1958 to 1988.

According to the Collinwood High School Alumni Association, Irma Dugan was recognized  for her horticultural achievements from the Garden Club of America, Cleveland Botanical Gardens (formerly known as the Garden Center of Greater Cleveland), and the Ohio Nursery and Landscape Association.
Mrs. Dugan was named an Honorary Member of the lnternational Society of Arboriculture, and a Fellow of the Garden Writers Association of America.
She originated the garden touring program for the Cleveland Botanical Gardens and  escorted tours for twenty years, visiting more than twenty-four countries.
She was on the Board of Trustees of Holden Arboretum. She graduated from Collinwood in 1950.

Survivors include her daughter Carol Haueis; stepsons Gary Dugan (Jan), Tom Dugan (Sharon) , late  stepdaughter Patricia Steinfurth (Glenn), and eight grandchildren and eight  great-grandchildren. She was married in 1986  to David R. Dugan, who died in 1993. 



 Memorial contributions may be made to St. Thomas Lutheran Church, 21211 Detroit Rd., Rocky River, OH 44116 or to Judson Park, 2181 Ambleside Dr., Cleveland, OH 44106. An hour of fellowship will be held in the parlor of St. Thomas Lutheran Church on Saturday, August 6, 2016 at 10 a.m. followed by a Memorial Service at 11 a.m. with Rev. Eric Van Scyoc officiating. The family would like to invite everyone to a luncheon reception afterwards at the church. Private interment at Crown Hill Memorial Park in Twinsburg. Arrangements by BUSCH FUNERAL HOME, 21369 CENTER RIDGE RD., FAIRVIEW PARK, OHIO. 440-333-9774 www.buschcares.com -. 

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Chris Pett-Ridge dies




People may  remember  Chris Pett-Ridge as one of several Englishmen who worked at The Plain Dealer in the early 60s and 70s.  Chris, 71, has died of  melanoma.

At the PD, he was a reporter, editor and graphic designer. He left the PD in 1985  and went to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, where he was in charge of Page 1 design.

 Here’s the obit from the Post-Gazette: 

Affable, energetic and erudite, Christopher Pett-Ridge found his life's work in newspapering and a lifetime of pleasure in travel, running, reading and family.
For nearly 25 years, he designed the face of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette with the self-described mission of turning out a front page that was both elegant and serious. Even as late news on tight deadlines developed, he succeeded always on both counts, remaining calm and focused while creating a crisp presentation of the day's top stories.
He was so wedded to the daily drama of producing a newspaper that after his retirement in 2009, he chose to continue working a day a week, and did so until mid-May.
Mr. Pett-Ridge, of McCandless, died Friday of melanoma that was diagnosed in late October. He was 71.
Long-time, now-retired senior news editor David Michelmore, who worked side by side with Mr. Pett-Ridge for 15 years putting the Post-Gazette together at night, remembers his colleague, and occasional hiking partner, fondly:
"We used to joke that he was pictures and I was words. It wasn't that clear. I leaned on him to check my news judgment, to tell me when headlines didn't make sense, and to speak up when stories just bored him, which was often. He was a true friend. No matter how we differed or how cranky I had become as the night wore on or how much I teased him, we never put the paper to bed angry. "
Mr. Pett-Ridge's route to Pittsburgh was a colorful one, beginning the day he was born in London on Sept. 9, 1944, smack in the middle of Hitler's V-2 missile assault on the city in the waning days of WWII.
His father was a colonel in the British Army and in the field at the time, his mother a homemaker with an older son. Mr. Pett-Ridge worked his way through the English school system until his last year of high school,  which he spent as an English Speaking Union exchange student at Tabor Academy, a private boarding school in Marion, Mass.
Among his escapades that year, besides occasionally studying, were participating in a sailing competition between Newport, R.I., and Bermuda and hitchhiking cross-country to the Seattle World's Fair. Most importantly, he would tell friends, during that time he met his roommate's sister, Jean Cherry, on a blind date that took them to New York City to see "West Side Story." They married five years later.
His newspaper career began with a three-year writing apprenticeship for a small weekly paper in England. After emigrating to the United States in 1966, he went to work for the Cleveland Plain Dealer, then served a two-year stint in the U.S. Army, became a citizen and returned to the Plain Dealer in 1971. There, he moved from writing to graphic design.
By the time he joined the Post-Gazette in 1985 his talent for integrating important news into smart page design was undeniable, and, even during a period when the paper was doing little hiring, irresistible. He was put in charge of defining the look of the newspaper, and influenced a generation of page designers, artists and photographers in the process.
“His work reflected the very best in both British and American newspaper design,” said John Robinson Block, the Post-Gazette’s publisher and editor in chief. “But the greatest thing was that he was a gentleman, and it was a pleasure to know him.”
As busy and devoted as he was at work, Mr. Pett-Ridge lived a life in full outside of it.
He and Jean raised two daughters, Jennifer and Julie, both now accomplished research scientists who live on the West Coast. Mr. Pett-Ridge attributed their path to achievement to his wife's smarts and parenting skills but his involvement and pride in his daughters' lives from childhood on were evident to all who knew him.
Julie said her father had a talent for plotting all manner of family adventures, some with more twists than others. In particular, she remembers a 30-mile "Mad Dash" across Glacier National Park to catch a boat and long rambling hikes along the Pembrokeshire Coast of Wales "when we mis-estimated when the tide was coming in or when the last bus came around."
For Jennifer, her father's love of good writing was a constant and an inspiration. She would turn to him for his opinion and edits from the time she was a young student working on her school newspapers to the scientific writing she does now. He was also a creative, funny writer, she said, whether it was the few lines he'd pen on her birthday cards, his longhand letters to faraway relatives, or the first chapter he wrote for a group novel his and Jean's book club started — and never finished — years ago.
"I don't think any of the other couples ever wrote another chapter, because they couldn't match the style nor the quality," she said.
An insatiable reader, Mr. Pett-Ridge took in three newspapers a day, a book or two a week, a dozen magazines a month, none of the going simple or light. Then there was the biking, hiking, camping and especially the rowing and running.
For much of the time he worked at the Post-Gazette, Mr. Pett-Ridge would leave his job around midnight, go home and catch a couple hours of sleep then show up at dawn for training at the Three Rivers Rowing Association's base on Washington's Landing, where he competed in the masters rowing program for more than 20 years.
He also completed 20 marathons and in recent years ran three ultra marathons in the Southern Alps of New Zealand, the last one at age 69, making him the oldest runner on the snow--and-sleet-covered course. His prizes that day were getting his name on the Kepler Challenge trophy as well as receiving a tent, which he promptly re-gifted to a race volunteer.
Despite his interest in recreational athletics and his 30 years in the City of Champions, he remained indifferent to American professional team sports. Post-Gazette Executive Editor David Shribman remembers stopping in the office in February 2006 when Mr. Pett-Ridge was designing the front page for the Steelers' Super Bowl appearance that year. Across the top of the page, he had placed a score: Steelers 21, Sea Dogs 10."
"Chris, who knew so much about so many things, was oblivious to the fact that the Steelers were playing the Seahawks," said Mr. Shribman. "It was probably the only thing he did not know. He was a sharp editor and the warmest, most utterly loyal and generous of friends. It is impossible to think of Pittsburgh or the Post-Gazette without him — and the wisdom he applied to the smallest things along with the biggest things."
Besides his wife and daughters he is survived by two sons-in-law and four young granddaughters.
At his insistence, Mr. Pett-Ridge's family will mark his passing with a get-together for friends and family at a future date at their home, the celebration inspired by a favorite Tennyson poem: "May there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea."
The family suggests memorial donations be made to the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy, where Mr. Pett-Ridge volunteered for many years.
Susan Smith: ssmith@post-gazette.com or 412-263-1858.