Sandra (Sandi) Adamson (Steele) died in 1977. She attended Ohio University, where she was one of a number of USC classmates at the time. She was in a sorority at OU and later studied dental hygiene at Pitt. She sailed as part of the medical staff on the hospital ship operated by Project HOPE in the 1970's that visited numerous foreign ports. She returned to the U.S. and married a nice guy (Michael Steele, died 2022) from Ohio. Sandi had a lovely daughter (Heather Steele Dougherty) who was three years old when her mother died at age 30. We met through a shared interest in music - she sang in most USC choral groups, was a good dancer, and had a huge collection of 45's. She was born and raised in Dormont/MtLebanon/USC neighborhood. Her dad, Dr. Jack Adamson, was a Pittsburgh dentist for 39 years and used to fit the USC team with mouth guards !

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Richard C. “Rick” Brown died of a heart attack in 1999. I received this information from his brother Robin, USC 63: “Yes, Rick was my great little brother, but alas, he died in 1999 after a complicated but exciting life. Here's what I wrote about him in our family Christmas letter that year: ‘A man who lived life on the edge and on his terms, he hoped—always optimistic to the limits—to live out a major heart attack without surgery. He died filled with hope and much loved, and when we buried him in the family gravesite in Cuba NY, friends who loved him told stories of a man who met the world with joy and love. We miss him.’ ‘’ I met Rick shortly after I transferred to USC in my sophomore year and he was my BFF long before that term was coined. It’s hard after 50+ years to recall what sparked our friendship, but I’m guessing it was cigarette smoking – a habit I acquired in 7th grade in my Michigan junior high. Rick had a purple shirt just like Bernardo’s in “West Side Story” and a desire to shoot pool like Paul Newman in “The Hustler,” both movies from 1961. Bubbling and confident, Rick introduced me to Pittsburgh’s South Hills attractions: Lebanon Lodge, Bowling City, and the Green Man at South Park. We whiled away the hours shooting pool and playing golf while Rick taught me that kids from Mt. Lebanon were “Cake Eaters” and girls from the Southside “went down.” Over Christmas break of 1963 we attended a party; Rick brought a brand-new copy of the Beatles, “I Want To Hold Your Hand.” We studied the picture and played it over and over. Rick had the right hair color and fancied himself as Paul, the handsome Beatle. That was his last haircut at Upper St. Clair. Rick transferred to what his brother referred to as “get-‘em-graduated” University School in Shadyside for his senior year. We lost touch and I saw him rarely. His brother Robin, a distinguished teaching professor at the University of Minnesota, wrote a 761-word piece on Rick for a family history that I will share with classmates that are interested. Rick lived a hard-driving, confident, crazy life. My last Rick memory is from senior graduation day and the long-haired, exotic, Shadyside visitor who walked across the yard to congratulate me, dressed in full 1965 Beatles regalia.

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I have fond memories of my friend Rick. We met at USC and our friendship continued after I transferred to the University School in Shadyside where Rick transferred to as well. That was an interesting time and place, to say the least. A bunch of characters,undeniably, and we both made the best of it. Harry Fuchs transferred there as well, so there were 3 of us from USC who graduated there. Rick did not have his senior picture taken for the yearbook (probably planned that way, if I recall) so I included the only candid photo of him in the yearbook, taken at the local pizza place at lunch (always with smoke in hand). Rick was always ready to have a good time and we managed to do that during our senior year. After I went back to Texas for college, Rick and I lost touch, unfortunately. I was saddened to hear of Rick's passing from Ron but as he shared the stories from Rick's brother, it seemed fitting that Rick lived life on his terms and with much hope and enthusiasm. 

Jeff was the best. Had the privilege of knowing him from 3rd grade on.

Diane Elaine Buttlar Meager, of Asheboro, NC, died Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2000, at Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center, Winston-Salem. She was a native of Pittsburgh, Pa., the widow of Charlie Meager and the gift shop manager at Randolph Hospital. Surviving are son, Terry Hoket of Somerset, Pa.; mother, Edith E. Buttlar of the home; brothers, William L. Buttlar of Hartsel, Colo., Glen A. Buttlar of Mahomet, Ill.; two grandchildren. Memorials may be made to the American Cancer Society, P.O. Box 515, Asheboro, N.C. 27204. From Diane’s 2000 obituary.

the picture was taken by my father in 1959. Me, Doug Ford, Larry Price Joe & Mike Caldwell along with Tim who was my best friend in Sandy Springs, Ga. We lived in Glenridge Forest. I have the original Pik if anyone wants it. I have always wanted to send it to one of his brothers. Tim is buried in Sandy Springs at Arlington Cemetery

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Tim and I were neighbors in Deerfield Manor, and we were both new students senior year. We took Trig and College Algebra together. I don't know how he had felt about math before that, but I'd always loved it.. I can't speak for him. I felt totally clueless in that class. He must have, too, because we talked about it and shared homework on occasion - the blind leading the blind. Moving around is tough, and he had done it more than I had. I remember riding the school bus home the day after he died. There was complete silence. No one said a word the whole trip. I remember is he was very kind.

Donna Marie (Courtney) Anderson, of Monroeville, passed away peacefully Tuesday, Aug. 7, 2012, in UPMC East, Monroeville. She was born Jan. 31, 1948, in Upper St. Clair, a daughter of the late Edward and Jennie (Vidmar) Courtney. Donna was a loving wife, mother and grandmother. She was employed as a clerk by J.C. Penney, Monroeville. She was very good at decorating and would have loved to pursue her talents as a decorator professionally. Donna will be dearly missed and is survived by her loving family, her beloved husband of 45 years, Clarence 'Bob" Anderson; their daughters, Tracy Caricoto and her husband, Joe, of Gibsonia, and Deana Brennen and her husband, Sean, of Tampa, Fla.; and brothers, Jeff Courtney and his wife, Sue, of Montana, and Edward Courtney and his wife, Sue, of Venetia. Donna was the proud grandmother of three grandchildren, McKenzie, Blake and Chase, each whom she treasured. From Donna’s 2012 obituary at www.VaiaFuneralHome.com.

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Gwen lived near us in Deerfield Manor, and made me feel welcome as the new student my senior year at Upper St. Clair. She had a sincere, bubbly personality - always a smile for everyone.

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I learned that Gwen had passed away at your last reunion. I remember her as a very sweet, well liked student. I believe she transferred to USC from out of state but I can't remember the year. She was a Varsity Cheerleader for at least two years. My heart is saddened to hear about all those who have passed but I know they are in a better place. Lois Nesbitt Clark

I remember Howie having a smile for nearly everyone.