Saturday, January 15, 2022

Dona Basel

 Dona M. Basel (nee Cicciollo), 75, of Mayfield Heights, Ohio, formerly of Sagamore Hills, Ohio, passed away peacefully Sunday, December 26, 2021. Beloved wife of the late Richard Basel; loving mother of Mandy (Doug Trout) Basel and Kristin (Gary) Brown; cherished daughter of Dominick Nicholas and Anne Marie (nee Kranjc) Cicciollo; dear sister of Barbara Cicciollo Kaurin; and dear aunt, great-aunt and cousin of many. What an adventurous and interesting life! Dona was born an Army brat and lived in Yonkers and Levittown, NY; Kaiserslautern, Germany; Ft. Eustis, VA; and finally in Lyndhurst, OH, in the early 1960s. She attended Regina High School in South Euclid, OH, and University of Dayton, where she met her husband Rick and earned a bachelor’s degree in English. When Mandy and Kristin were little girls she attended Kent State University and earned her Masters of Library Science. Dona worked for 12 years at The Plain Dealer as a photo and reference librarian. Later she worked at the Twinsburg Library and The Book Shelf in Northfield, OH. 


Her interests were many and varied, and Rick’s generosity and love allowed her to pursue her passions. In the early 1980s she volunteered to provide emotional support to patients with AIDS; she volunteered at numerous libraries at schools and monasteries; and her biggest project being reorganizing Sinte Gleska University Library in Mission, SD, where she lived for three months in the mid 1990s. She also conducted numerous presentations about her favorite medieval mystic, Hildegard von Bingen. Throughout her entire life she knitted and crocheted, and has donated thousands of handmade items to Indian Reservations, homeless and women’s shelters, and hospitals. She loved early Hollywood history and could always be found reading biographies of Silver Screen stars. She passed along her irreverent sense of humor to her daughters. 

Memorial contributions may be made in Dona's name to Menorah Park Employee Recognition Fund (where she received world-class care in her final days) (www.menorahpark.org/donate). A celebration of Dona's life will be held in March of 2022 at Johnson-Romito Funeral Home, Northfield, OH followed by a memorial service officiated by Fr. Paul M. Cabrita, SM. See www.johnsonromito.com in March for service information.

Thursday, January 13, 2022

vince Matteucci

 Vincent R. Matteucci,=


age 89, of Lakewood, Ohio passed away on Wednesday, December 29, 2021. Vince was born June 17, 1932 in Cleveland, Ohio. Beloved son of Domenic and Theresa (nee Prioletti) (both deceased). Devoted husband of the late Amelia "Millie" (nee Vedova), loving father of Anne (Joe, deceased) (fiance, John Idemoto) Agozzino, Terry (Doug) Koch, Toni (Rich) Hyland-Romell, and Gina (Dan) Moore, dearest grandfather of Lia (Micah) Pickel, Charlie Agozzino, Rocky (Kassie) Agozzino, Lee Koch, Christian (Lacey) Koch, Dan (Michelle) Hyland, Michael (Alicia) Hyland, Vincent (Emily) Hyland, Terry Hyland, Alex Moore and Molly Moore, Great Grandfather of 14, dear brother of Ralph (deceased) (wife Christine, deceased) and John (deceased) (wife Ann) and dear friend of many, especially Ray Anthony and the State of Ohio Wrestling Officials. Vince was employed at The Cleveland Plain Dealer for over 40 years in their Art Department. He drew portraits and caricatures for the front cover of the PD TV listing book and the Friday PD Action Tab. He retired as Chief Executive Artist. He was the creators of many logos, including the recently retired Chief Wahoo, as well as the Ohio High School Athletic Association logo, the past St. Edward High School sports logo, the St. Ignatius Wildcat logo, and the Ohio Wrestling Officials Association logo. Vince was an avid supporter of Ohio Wrestling. He was one of six State Champs on the 1951 West High School State Championship Wrestling Team. He was involved in Ohio Wrestling for over 60 years as a State Official and State of Ohio Rules Interpreter. He was well respected and loved by many, and considered the Godfather of Ohio Wrestling. Also, he has been inducted into the Ohio Wrestling Hall of Fame, as well as the National Wrestling Hall of Fame, and received the Western Reserve Wrestling Officials Association Legend Award for his contributions to the sport. Vince was also instrumental in helping to establish the Ohio Wrestling Officials Association (OWOA). There is also an annual award, given by the OWOA, called the Vince Matteucci Person of the Year Award. Family will receive friends Friday, January 7, 2022, from 10 am to 12 pm at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Church, 6928 Detroit Ave., Cleveland, Ohio 44102, followed by a funeral Mass at 12 pm. Interment at St. Joseph Cemetery, Avon, Ohio. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests contributions in Vince's memory to St. Edward High School for the Joe Agozzino '73 Family Endowed Scholarship Fund, 13500 Detroit Ave., Lakewood, Ohio 44107; or Ohio Wrestling Officials Association (OWOA), Attn: Rich Carpenter, 2025 Mt. Vernon Blvd. NW, Canton, Ohio 44709. For the safety for all who worship at Catholic parishes, the Diocese of Cleveland strongly encourages wearing a face mask. Online condolences at craciunfuneralhomes.com

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Richard Ellers, 93

 Richard G. Ellers, 93, of Warren, OH died Wednesday, July 7, 2021, at his home. He was born August 22, 1927, in New Haven, CT, to Frederick N. and Margaret M. (Valente) Ellers, the family later moved to upstate New York. He graduated from Wilbur H. Lynch High School, Amsterdam, New York in May 1945, but skipped his graduation ceremony to enlist in the United States Navy, serving as a Gunner's Mate on minesweepers in the Pacific Theater, reaching the Philippines and Japan. Taking advantage of the G.I. Bill, he studied at Kent State University's school of Journalism, graduating in 1953. He worked as a reporter and photographer for the Warren Tribune Chronicle from 1954- 1965; and then for the Cleveland Plain Dealer until his retirement in 1992. His wide-ranging reporting beats included presidential political campaigns, science and nature, industry, and human interest. Among the notable people he interviewed were astronaut and Senator John Glenn, President Lyndon B. Johnson and Lady Bird Johnson, The Rev. Jesse Jackson, Senator Henry "Scoop" Jackson, and Oprah Winfrey. Richard was a long-time member of the First Presbyterian Church of Warren, for which he served as an elder for many years. He was an enthusiastic volunteer, including as a Jaycee, a Harding High School Band Parent, a member of Trumbull 100, and a docent for Cleveland Metroparks Zoo. His many hobbies included amateur radio (as K8JLK), photography, woodworking, home repair, sailing, crossword puzzles, and vegetable gardening. He completed the Trumbull County Master Gardner program in his 80's. Richard is survived by his wife, Martha (McLaughlin) Ellers, whom he married in 1956; daughter, Elizabeth (Eugene Gulland) Ellers of Aldie, VA; son, Andrew Ellers of Lake Forest Park, WA; and granddaughter, Zoe Reay-Ellers. Services will be held 12:00 pm on Monday, July 12, 2021, at the First Presbyterian Church, where Rev. Betty Angelini will officiate. Friends may call one hour prior to the service on Monday at the church. Arrangements have been entrusted to the Carl W. Hall Funeral Home. Friends and family may view Richard's obituary and/or send condolences to his family by visiting carlwhall.com.

In lieu of flowers, please make any donations to the First Presbyterian Church or the Trumbull County Historical Society.

Sunday, April 25, 2021

Bill Wynne's Smoky

 Stolen from Facebook:

Smoky was found in a foxhole in New Guinea in Feb 1944. The American thought she must have been a Japanese soldier's dog, but when he took her to a POW camp, they found out she didn't understand commands in Japanese or English. The soldier sold Smoky to Cpl. William Wynne of Cleveland, OH for $2 Australian.
Over the next two years Wynne carried Smoky in his backpack, fought in the jungles of Rock Island and New Guinea, flew 12 air/sea rescue, She survived 150 air raids on New Guinea and made it through a typhoon at Okinawa, made a combat jump in Lingayen Gulf, Luzon, in a parachute made for her. She would warn G.I's of incoming artillery and was dubbed the "angel from a foxhole."
Early in retaking the Philippines combat engineers were setting up a telegraph line to an airfield. The joints collapsed filling them in with sand. Cpl. Wynne knew that Smoky could climb through the pipe with a new line and that is what she did. Smoky's work saved approximately 250 ground crewmen from having to move around and keep operational 40 fighters and reconnaissance planes, while a construction detail dug up the taxiway, placing the men and the planes in danger from enemy bombings. What would have been a dangerous three-day digging task to place the wire was instead completed in minutes.
In her down time she preformed tricks with the Special Services to improve the moral of the troops and visited hospitals in Australia and Korea. Visiting with the sick and wounded, she became the first recorded "therapy dog".
After the war she became a sensation back int the states, had a live TV show, and often visited Veterans hospitals. Smoky's work as a therapy dog continued for 12 years. Wynne had Smokey 14 years before she passed away. He buried her in a 30 caliber ammo box in Rocky River Reservation, Ohio.
Smoky, the smallest war hero weighing in at 4 lbs even and standing 7 inches tall.

Dave Davis Remembers Bill Wynne

 From Dave Davis: Bill was such a kind, classy guy, and a wonderful photojournalist. “My camera talks,” he once told me.

Later, he elaborated, “So, what can photographs SAY? Oh, so many things. A photograph can record a sacred scene that can generate tears, or deliver an instant smile.
“It can be a symbol so profound it says it all.
Photography is so often like music rather than art; often an event building to a crescendo.”

For more from Dave go to: 

looking back at Bill

 Bill Wynne, retired PD photographer died April 19 at age 99. The obit  didn't justify his life. So Jo Ellen Corrigan, former PD  colleague, shared  emails she had with Bill about his life.  

Mr. Wynne wrote to me after The Plain Dealer allowed me to write about my trip to Ireland. He then kindly responded to my barrage of questions about his name and background. -- Jo Corrigan 
Here are some excerpts from his responses: 

I have many cousins in Scranton as well as Cleveland.   

Yes I have covered the Gardenview Horticultural Park in Strongsville several times with Irma Bartel Garden editor. I worked with  the Sunday Features Dept. my first 11 years at the PD.  '53-'64 although I worked some newsroom assignments too. After that I did mostly news work and from '69- '74 was State roaming reporter/photographer for the State Desk. My best and most happy work years. Retired in '84 And returned to NASA for 4 years part time when I retired again to take up writing my memoir which I started in 1946 found there was little interest in WWII . After all, everyone at the time lived it and didn't even want to think about it. Then the third generation came along with the 50th Anniversary and were/are curious about the war that killed 75 million people. WWII wasn't even in school history books in the U.S.at any level during those 50 years between.

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In my book you will find my wife Margie and Smoky spent years at odds with each other. From when we arrived home it changed our lives. When writing the book for 11/2 hours a day she would yell at me. "We're retired the world doesn't need another book!" When it was published she admitted it was a good book to my daughter.  More to come. 

 

Bill  

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my maternal grand parents come over from Ireland . Grand mother from Ballina, County Mayo and grandfather from Ballicroy, County Mayo, met in Cleveland. My father Martin Wynne and Beatrice Caffrey married in Scranton, PA. where grand parents  Bridget "Mom" Durkin Caffrey settled as Grandfather Anthony was a coal miner. He died at age 40 and mom Caffrey raised seven with my mother the eldest at age 15. The Wynne's, name meaning white or fair in Welsh came from Ireland earlier. There are many Wynne's in Ireland . Another branch came with William Penn to PA in 1680.   I was born in Scranton, returned to Cleveland at two weeks of age with my mother who wanted to be with her mother as I was such a burden before the beginning.

 

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My mom raised us working full time during the depression. I ran the streets of westside Cleveland until age 18. A lousy student in school,  graduated from West Tech High school class '42 at age 20 (flunked two years.) Specializing in Horticulture and one year elective in photography that changed my life around. Running the streets gave me the most profound education in two successful life endeavors. The street experience gave me the advantage in photography making my work different from others both at NACA/NASA Cleveland and at the Plain Dealer. Some how I am in four halls of fame.   I will be known though for having perhaps the greatest dog in history. I 'll stop here and fill you in later. I'm sending you a copy of my memoir," Yorkie Doodle Dandy or the Other Women was a Real Dog." You will find  my street experience was also prime in learning about dogs.

The book will have more info in my bio.  

 

Bill 

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pal Mary Strass and I did" COCO, the Special Delivery Dog" together. Thank you for the flattery! 

 Smoky has six memorials in the U.S and now three in Ausrralia, where she was born in Brisbane in mid 1943. It took until the 50th Anniversary of WWII  and the third generation to show interest in WWII. We just didn't talk about it.  I started my book in 1946 but dropped it because of lack of interest. Many things are happening with Smoky. I am leaving for Calif. tomorrow for a week. Until July 28,


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 I love the Metroparks Rocky River Reservation.  It was three mile trek when I was kid.

The memorial there happened because of Jim Strand a former Marine medi-helicopter pilot in Vietnam. Jim was shot down three times but was wounded while driving an ambulance. Didn't know him until he called to tell me. "HEY MR. WYNNE ,I bought your book at a book store here in Eastlake for my wife.  I'm going to go to the Metroparks Board and tell them they should have  memorial for  Smoky as she is a war hero. " Couldn't believe it but Jim made that happen and then went to his mayor and city council in Eastlake and they established another one for Smoky  at Doggy Park. Lost friend Jim from an attack from agent orange suddenly. 

Without Jim, there would be no Smoky memorials in the Cleveland Area. I love going there. I leave little toy  cars for boys and tiny dolls for girls. It is so much fun. Thank you for being a fan of Smoky and me. Perhaps we'll meet sometime.The PD Editorial retirees meet quarterly. Will Be in Independence  for luncheon on July 31.

 

Bill

Bill Wynne


 William Anthony Wynne: age 99, beloved husband of the late Margaret M. (nee Roberts), loving father of Joanne Owczarzak (Robert-deceased), William G., (deceased) (Antoinette-deceased), Susan Kovach (Daniel), Marcia Deering, Robert (Sandra), Donna Tabar (David), Patrick (Marge), Margaret Stockmaster (Mark) and James Kathleen); grandfather of 27; great grandfather of 41; great great grandfather of one; brother of the late Mary W. Lutzke (Gerald) and James M. (Eleanor); uncle and cousin of many. US Air Force WWII Veteran. William was a retired Cleveland Plain Dealer photojournalist and a former NASA research photographer. Passed away, Monday April 19, 2021. Funeral Mass at St. Ignatius of Antioch Church (West Blvd. and Lorain Ave.) Monday, April 26, 2021 at 11:00 AM. Interment Holy Cross Cemetery. Friends may call in the McGORRAY-HANNA FUNERAL HOME OF WESTLAKE, 25620 CENTER RIDGE RD. (W. OF COLUMBIA), Sunday from 2-4PM. FACE MASKS AND SOCIAL DISTANCING ARE REQUIRED. In lieu of flowers, family suggests memorials to Oaks Family Care Center, 4196 Center Rd., Brunswick, OH 44212, Catholic Charities, 7911 Detroit Ave., Cleveland, OH 44102.


Photo from Dave Davis.


Thursday, April 15, 2021

Steve Luttner remembers his friend Lawless

 

RIP James T. Lawless IV
As I totter through the early stages of senior citizenship and retirement, the significance of good friendships steadily gains weight and respect.
So now I have lost another good friend, James T. Lawless IV.
I don’t think that I have ever known anybody else who was a IVth – or fourth. Indeed, I have no recollection of having even known a third.
Here’s what Jim had to say about being a IVth: “Yeah, I’m James Lawless the fourth. Every succeeding one of us made less money than the preceding one.”
I didn’t often call him Jim. In the busy and cramped newsroom of The Plain Dealer in Cleveland where we worked side by side, most people simply referred to him as Lawless. There was no disrespect intended. On the contrary, addressing him thusly gave one the opportunity to utter once again the best name ever for a reporter.
That old newsroom in the 1980s and 1990s was a lot of things, including what it wasn’t or couldn’t be. It was architecturally bereft, a solidly built block of a structure on the eastern fringes of downtown Cleveland. There were no windows in the newsroom.
The Plain Dealer was a financially healthy concern then. Lawless and I – two substantially sized men – sat in close confines at gray, metal Eisenhower era desks that were jammed tightly together by the dozens on either side of the horseshoe-shaped city desk.
There were pneumatic tubes and the ceiling featured exposed pipes. The floor was covered by something that does not deserve the respect of being called a carpet. It was a threadbare, stained and faded beige fabric. It’s seams, which had surrendered years earlier to age and wear, were held together by long strips of silver duct tape.
Smoking was still permitted then and the air circulation in the newsroom – where several hundred toiled – was lacking.
“When you show up to work in the morning you can still smell yesterday’s farts,” one reporter is said to have observed.
Despite all of that, many male editors and reporters – myself included - wore a jacket and tie to work.
I don’t think I ever saw Lawless wear a tie. Lawless didn’t need no stinkin’ necktie. His more casual attire reinforced the unfettered, free-wheeling nature of the man at his work.
We had to share a single computer, which was a sluggish Model T compared to the smart phone that we now carry in our pockets.
There was no internet or, if there was, it was not known to us in that newsroom at the time. When deadline came late in the afternoon, Lawless and I would sometimes physically compete to have access to what was quaintly known as a “video display terminal,”, or in newsroom parlance, a “vidit.”
We sat on small, worn, wheeled office chairs and sometimes as we simultaneously swung toward the vidit, we would crash into each other – grown men trying to push the other out of the way. That place could do things like that to a person.
It was a 1950s newsroom bursting with a significantly sized staff and it was struggling to adapt to a burgeoning computer era.
Lawless and I and our colleagues at the two desks behind us worked hard and produced loads of copy on a variety of topics depending upon the beats we were assigned. Lawless had the utilities beat, back when metropolitan newspapers could or would pay attention to such things.
He was a bulldog who concentrated much of his time upon the electric utility, now known as FirstEnergy Corp. He had sources inside the nearby Perry Nuclear Power Plant who would let him know whenever there was a screw loose there. He worked his beat aggressively and took his work seriously. He was as honest and ethical as he was hard-charging as a newsman, and I eternally salute him for it.
Lawless could be a tad flippant. Sometimes he would answer his phone – there was no caller ID then – by saying “Plain Dealer, Ohio’s largest but not necessarily best newspaper.”
Lawless could appear crusty and a bit intimidating, but that belied a deep and sincere curiosity that he had throughout the decades that I knew him. Curiosity is perhaps the best quality a reporter can have. Lawless was a good listener and a good conversationalist. Sometimes, during breaks or early in the day, as we consumed at our desks the industrial-grade coffee from the Plain Dealer cafeteria, we would talk. We would talk about any number of things – news of the day, family, baseball, editors.
He deeply loved his two daughters and his wife Cecily – who is as well-read as he was. Whenever he heard a good joke or a nugget of news he thought particularly interesting, he would immediately call her. He didn’t offer any opening pleasantries, as he was eager to share with her a quip or some other item he had just heard.
“So Cec, two guys and a dog walk into a bar….”
He had extraordinary respect for the written word. He was also regularly aghast by the novels that I had not read.
“How in God’s name did you ever graduate from college without having read that book?” he would ask, his mouth agape and his face wearing a tortured look of deep incredulity. His horror was not feigned.
After a while, annoyed by this frequent observation from my desk mate, I would simply answer that recurring question the same way:
“I don’t know why I never read that book, Jim,” I would answer. “I guess I am just a dumbass. Okay?”
Lawless was forever loyal to his hometown of Toledo, which is arguably a large suburb of Detroit. He had grown up a Detroit Tigers fan, and we often spoke of baseball.
He told a delightful story that as a youth cutting through neighbors’ back yards on a summer afternoon he did not miss a pitch of a Tigers game – as everyone had the game on radios outdoors.
Detroit radio station WJR had – and probably still has – a large signal. Even though Lawless lived in the Cleveland suburb of South Euclid, he would listen to WJR as he drove to work.
“Did you hear that story on WJR this morning?” he would ask me.
“Lawless, see, you and I, we live in Cleveland. I don’t listen to a Detroit radio station and neither does anyone else in the newsroom as far as I know.”
Undeterred, he continued to occasionally ask me the same question.
Later in life, he made bread, wrote poetry, listened to jazz and delighted in the exploits and developments of his grandchildren. He loved talking about his grandchildren, who amused hm and made him proud.
By Steve Luttner and posted on Facebook:

Sometimes, after we both retired, we would not talk for months. Occasionally we would gather with others at Muldoon’s Saloon on E. 185th Streets for beer and a sandwich. As soon as I saw him or reached him on the phone, our conversation picked up so naturally, so pleasantly, so rewardingly - without a hint of awkwardness. Ever. I loved talking with Lawless.
He was a deeply dedicated union man who strongly supported the Newspaper Guild. I once walked a picket line with Lawless somewhere in Michigan as a couple carloads of us once drove up there to support a strike.
As a young man, Lawless once worked in an automobile bumper factory in or near Toledo. Bumpers at that time were the large, sometimes garish, chrome bookends to a car. The bumpers would be dipped into some solution and then hoisted, one by one, with hooks overhead. One day a bumper became unfastened and hurtled to the shop floor below, narrowly missing a fellow worker. Lawless called for the foreman.
“I grabbed him and put his ass up against a wall and told him to fix it before someone got killed,” he said. It didn’t happen again, at least as long as Lawless worked there.
When we worked together, people still used cash to buy things. Sometimes, a day or two before payday, my wallet would get a bit light. I’d ask Lawless if I could borrow $10 and he would readily give me $20.
“Pay me when you can,” he said without hesitation. Of course I always did.
Today my mind is flush with good recollections while my heart is heavy. Wherever he is, I would be honored to once again sit at a desk next to James T. Lawless IV. I know that I would like it. There are so many more good conversations to be had. RIP my good friend.

James Thomas Lawless IV dies





From the Plain Dealer death notices: 


 Jim Lawless, age 84, passed away on April 12. Born in Toledo, Ohio, on January 13, 1937, he was the son of James III and Polly (Leet) Lawless. He graduated from Scott High School and the University of Toledo. Surviving are his wife Cecily (nee MacKenzie), daughters Catherine Lawless and Jennifer Lawless (Tim) Roth, grandchildren Patrick Lawless Maher, Maddie, Will and Evan Roth, and many nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his brother, Peter Lawless. Jim was an aggressive, ethical and dedicated newsman. After working for newspapers in Toledo, Flint and New York, Jim was an associate in the News Service at Kent State University where he had the pleasure of interviewing visiting guests such as R. Buckminster Fuller, Allen Ginsberg, and Lily Tomlin. Following that, he was a reporter at the Cleveland Plain Dealer for 26 years, where he was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize. He is perhaps best remembered for his time as a Plain Dealer reporter when he covered the utilities beat. He invested much of his time on the electric utility with a particular interest in nuclear energy. He covered the meltdown of the nuclear reactor at Three Mile Island and developed sources that alerted him to issues at the nearby Perry Nuclear Power Plant. Jim provided a true public service by frequently writing about problems at that facility. Jim disdained verbose writing and opted for simple sentences, occasionally sprinkling in humor. In the newsroom, one of Jim's many attributes was his fatherly way of helping younger reporters learn. Never one to mince words, if Jim paid you a compliment, you knew it was sincere. His family remembers him being always the first one up on Christmas morning, and finding ever more ingenious hiding places for Easter baskets. He was a storyteller: a newspaper reporter, poet, incorrigible grandchild braggart, sharer of all things interesting (by cc to everyone he knew, daily, by email); a food lover: he'd arm wrestle you for the turkey leg or the last piece of bacon or cherry pie; a fighter: polio survivor, union rep, rabble-rouser, with a sometimes loud and gruff demeanor; and a bear-hugging, fiercely loyal friend and loving grandfather, dad and husband, who was genuinely interested in everyone he met (and always insisted on picking up the check). He was president of the South Euclid Commission on Aging, working to improve the lives of the elderly in our community. Jim was an enthusiastic woodworker, book collector, stained glass maker, gardener, baker, and enjoyed sharing what he created. If you knew Jim, you have at one time received a poem, a loaf of bread, a bag of tomatoes or a batch of paczkis. He was a lifelong writer of verse who also taught a class on writing poetry to local residents. He published three books of his poems, the most recent about his family, most of whom, he quipped, "have been subjected to my poetry." Gifts in Jim's memory may be made to the Environmental Defense Fund or the Cleveland Food Bank. The family plans to have a celebration of life at a future date. Online Guestbook at: www.MaherMelbourne.com


Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Voice from the past

 I got an email  from Jack Murphy recently when he discovered the PD alumni blog and found that his friend Chris Pett-Ridge had died.  He was the former Sunday editor under the McGruder editorship, I believe.  He left the PD a really long while ago and is now in Frederik Md ,  a small city about 50 miles from DC and 50 miles from Baltimore. 

He's retired now but still writes two editorials a week for the local daily paper." It makes me think more than playing golf, and makes me keep up to date on local news. I don't know how much longer I'll do it, but I have no plans to give it up for now," he said 

Last time we saw him was at Bob Snyder's  funeral. 

Catching up

Roy Hewitt,  73, of Brecksville, OH. passed away peacefully Sept 1st, with his family by his side. Beloved husband of Linda (nee Taylor) for 48 wonderful years; loving father of Carey Rehm (Ryan) and Randy Hewitt; uncle of Kevin Hewitt (Karen) and Becky Litterst (Steve). Roy was preceded in death by his parents, Ernest and Frances Hewitt, and brother Ed Hewitt. Roy was a man of many interests and always lived life to the fullest. He loved helping others throughout his career as a sports editor, including 20+ years at the Plain Dealer. His special passion was the Olympics, and he enjoyed working with his writers in numerous venues. He treasured becoming a mentor to Stephanie Kuzydym, teaching her to zig when everyone else zags. An avid traveler, he enjoyed planning trips with his beloved wife Linda (whom he spent his life spoiling). They loved traveling throughout Europe and the United States. He liked escaping the Cleveland snow to Biloxi, MS and spending time with his dear Aunt Kathryn. Most of all, Roy valued every minute with Linda and his children, enjoying appetizers and fun, then cooking great meals paired with a bottle of fine wine. He was passionate about music, art, and theatre. Roy was a man of strong faith and was active in his church. He loved looking at the skies and stars, a dreamer if you will, one that inspired dreaming in the most important people in his life. Now he rests amongst those skies and stars. A Memorial Mass will be held at St. Basil the Great Catholic Church at a later date. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations in Roy's name are suggested to St. Basil the Great Liturgical Fund, 8700 Brecksville Rd., Brecksville, OH 44141. Arrangements by Nosek-McCreery Funeral Home, Brecksville, Ohio www.Nosek-McCreery.com  

Thursday, May 14, 2020

An alternate view

For an alternate view on the demise of The Plain Dealer, visit CleveScene.com or  on Facebook. 


Sam Allard wrote  about it on Wednesday, May 13.

"Death of Plain Dealer Arrives Sunday, Cleveland.com to Produce all Local Content for Paper"


By the way, the four  laid -off  reporters  joined Cleveland.com and were heralded by Chris Quinn in a story on Cleveland.com.







No more PD newsroom

Statement by the Northeast Ohio Newspaper Guild Local 1:
After more than 80 years of union membership, Plain Dealer journalists will no longer be represented by the Northeast Ohio Newspaper Guild Local 1. 
The unit will be dissolved effective May 17. The Plain Dealer newsroom will no longer exist.
On May 15, The Plain Dealer will lay off the four remaining reporters, and they have been offered jobs at clevelanddotcom. The members will be entitled to their earned benefits, including severance pay, whether they accept those jobs or not. 
The company started down this road in 2013 with this clear end goal – to get rid of the union. The Guild hoped the company would see the value of the work our members provided and the deep connections and trust we built in the community as a way to strengthen journalism in Greater Cleveland.
Instead, it chose to systematically squeeze the Guild out of existence. It was excruciating for those laid off over the past year and our members who remained to be kept in limbo. 
The job of the Guild, or of any union, is to work for the best interests of its members, even in times when those decisions chafe at the ideals we hold dear – that workers deserve a seat at the table. 
The Northeast Ohio Newspaper Guild will continue to represent about 130 members at the Akron Beacon Journal, the Canton Repository and the Massillon Independent. 
As a part of an agreement, the Northeast Ohio Newspaper Guild agreed to not participate in organizing efforts to organize clevelanddotcom for one year, though other local unions and The NewsGuild, which represents journalists across the country, still can exercise those rights. 
The Northeast Ohio Newspaper Guild encourages them to do so, as 44 other publications with 2,500 employees have in the past two-and-a-half years, including at Advance-owned outlets like Wired, Pitchfork and The New Yorker.
Twenty years ago, The Plain Dealer had more than 340 journalists. In its heyday, it had even more. Today, it has four. Advance and The Plain Dealer have slashed the newsroom while creating a separate nonunion newsroom, clevelanddotcom. 
The end of the unit, as unionization is picking up at other media companies across the country, is a sad moment in Cleveland history. Its imprint on the newsroom, and city, has been invaluable in the last century. 
Those who came before us bargained, picketed and went on strike over the decades for fair wages and benefits, worker safety and racial and gender equality. They also fought for free speech and objective coverage, protecting not just themselves but their readers. 
The Plain Dealer News Guild’s ranks have included Pulitzer Prize winners; Jane Scott, the groundbreaking rock’n’ roll reporter who was also a tireless union supporter and inspiration for female journalists everywhere; Dennis Kucinich, who became mayor and congressman; famed Hollywood screenwriter Joe Eszterhas; and thousands of others whose names might not have made headlines but who doggedly and tirelessly worked to cover the city of Cleveland and its people and places for more than 80 years.
To those Guild members who came before us: We are sorry. To the city and people of Cleveland and Northeast Ohio: We will miss you. We did our best. 
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Saturday, April 04, 2020

More layoffs, fewer staff

A Statement from the Cleveland News Guild:


Today, (April 3, 2020) The Plain Dealer laid off 22 journalists, including 18 members of the Plain Dealer unit of the Northeast Ohio News Guild Local 1. More could be gone in the weeks to come.
We are profoundly disappointed and ashamed that the company laid off every black woman on our staff, leaving a massive gap in knowledge and experience in our newsroom. Our staff is now 81% white, in a city that is 47% black. It is unacceptable.
The layoffs come at a time when our members have been working tirelessly to bring essential local news to the community, writing human-focused stories about the coronavirus pandemic. 
Together, the laid off journalists represent more than 500 years of journalism experience, much of it in Northeast Ohio. Our newsroom — and Cleveland — will never be the same without them. 
The list of our laid off brothers and sisters includes journalists who for decades have filled The Plain Dealer with important stories. We are sharing the names of members who gave us permission. 
-Brian Albrecht, who could paint a vivid scene like no other, and who chronicled the stories of World War II veterans with honor and passion. He memorialized the stories of the heroes among us before it was too late. 
-Mark Dawidziak, the paper’s television critic, whose way with words conveyed the power of television to entertain, educate and bring us together. For more than two decades, he recognized this as the pre-eminent art form of our time, informing readers of important shows and technological trends.
-Marvin Fong, a sharp sports photographer who also was known for getting “the shot,” including Cuyahoga County Commissioner Jimmy Dimora being led away in handcuffs and John Demjanjuk removed by ICE agents.
-Jordyn Grzelewski, recently named one of the state’s best business writers by the Associated Press Media Editors, who wrote the obituary for her former paper, The Youngstown Vindicator, and uncovered issues of housing inequality in Cleveland. 
-Lynn Ischay, who became lifelong friends with many of the people she photographed. She chronicled the journeys of the Distinguished Gentlemen of the Spoken Word, the group of young poets who traveled from their St. Clair/Hough neighborhood to perform in Paris and Lyon; and the Lost Boys, South Sudanese refugees as they relocated to Cleveland. 
-Zachary Lewis, who deftly covered the Cleveland Orchestra as well as other local cultural institutions, and also wrote a regular column on fitness. His departure leaves the paper with no critic to cover the greatest orchestra in the country.
-Michael McIntyre, who started tossing newspapers from the back of a truck with his dad, a Plain Dealer circulation man, as a kid and later became one of the most respected journalists in town, penning powerful feature stories that often brought our community together. 
-Teresa Dixon Murray who has given solid, and sometimes chiding, financial advice to Greater Clevelanders in her Money Matters column. She was a watchdog for readers, helping them in real, tangible ways, including getting to the bottom of a surge in Verizon data usage that affected thousands of customers.
-OIivera Perkins, a national award-winning business reporter, who covered labor and employment. In 2010, she chronicled the effort Hugo Boss employees mounted to save their plant. Last year, her Pathways to Prosperity series with Patrick O’Donnell highlighted potential solutions for connecting education to job prosperity. 
-Grant Segall, a long-time feature and news writer, who, over his 30-plus year career, has written about a variety of topics, including transportation and the park system, and chronicled the lives of interesting Northeast Ohioans in his weekly My Cleveland column, which profiled a variety of real Clevelanders among us, not just those with “important” titles.
-Andrea Simakis, who covered theater, used her metro column to hold power to account and her narratives to change hearts and minds. Her prose moved people to write an Ohio governor, earning a man an early release from prison, and prompted a local college to offer a scholarship in honor of forgotten women murdered by a serial killer. "Case Closed," her final project for the paper, told the story of Sandi Fedor, a grandmother who had to track down her own rapist. It has been nominated for a Dart Award for Excellence in Coverage of Violence and Trauma.
-Branson Wright, an award-winning sports reporter and videographer who has always been able to get interviews with stars others could not, from LeBron James to Charles Barkley and Shaquille O’Neal. He was a triple threat, covering all major sports teams in Cleveland. 
-Roxanne Washington, who was with the paper for 30 years, covering everything from fashion, to home and garden, to general features.
-Chuck Yarborough, the paper’s popular music critic, whose concert reviews and deep knowledge of the music world’s ins and outs entertained and educated readers for years. The list of celebrities he was able to get to talk include Ringo Starr, Geddy Lee, Merle Haggard, Garth Brooks, Willie Nelson and Mick Jagger. Yarborough was also the city's most in-depth reporter of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum. For 12 years, he was the editor of the Friday magazine and worked as the sports copy desk chief. He traveled to Iraq to report on the war for a six-week series that informed readers on the life and travails of U.S. troops in combat.
-Brie Zeltner, a nationally respected public health expert, whose deep and nuanced reporting and compassionate coverage of child poverty, infant mortality and lead poisoning spurred action in our community.
We also lost editors and designers who worked largely behind the scenes to make our work better, including Melodie Smith, a calm and compassionate editor who made every story better -- and who was an insightful movie critic when she had the time -- and Joel Downey, who was a jack of all trades, juggling complicated graphics and sophisticated design work. 
Our unit now has 14 members, managed by two nonunion editors. 
Yet new Plain Dealer Editor Tim Warsinskey, in his column on the layoff announcement, boasted that The Plain Dealer and cleveland.com would “have 77 journalists covering stories that matter to Northeast Ohio readers, including reporters based in Akron, Columbus and Washington, D.C.” 
Of the 77 journalists covering Northeast Ohio for the company, only 16 remain at The Plain Dealer and only 14 of those are union members. Since 2013, Advance has methodically reduced the number of journalists in the Guild-represented Plain Dealer newsroom, while boosting the presence of its non-union newsroom at cleveland.com.
The company claimed financial struggle but on Thursday Advance Publications, The Plain Dealer’s parent company, made a $730-million all-cash deal for The Ironman sports group. This reveals yet again, the company has not been forthcoming and underscores how little it values its staff, readers and Cleveland.
We mourn what this gutting of our newsroom means for Northeast Ohio and all of the stories that will not be told. When local journalism loses, so too does the community.