Alex also wrote:

Alex also wrote:

Do you really want to know how I found you? I just happened to put my trumpet away after cleaning it, and just on a whim, punched in your name on “Google Images,” and the first picture that came up on my screen was Arnie Dahl in an Air Force flight uniform. Remembering how you looked growing up, I said to myself……”Yeah, I know this is definitely Arnie!”

Looking at the web site brought tears to my eyes as early on at Kallman proved to be a traumatic period in my life time. However, I owe most of my sanity to Bob Farrell, who for some reason, took a liking to me, and after one of your band rehearsals in the dining room, came over to where I was sitting and asked me if I liked music? To this day, I remember my response: “Yeah….and I want to play like Arnold!” He smiled that infectious smile, and told me he would be talking to me soon. The following day, he found me outside “attempting” to play basketball, and took me up the front stairs and into the auditorium. He took out a cornet from the case, put it in my hands, and asked me, “Son…are you ready?”

From that point on, it was hard work, tears, as he would not let up during my lessons. “Tighten those cheeks! I want you to slur the entire scale!”

My dad just passed on his past January, and he remained friends with the Persico’s until they left Barney Bray. We would visit them often during the late 50’s and 60’s but lost track of them after they left Barney Bray. Buddy and Bobby remained close until they too, seemed to vanish off of the face of the earth.

Memories of Kallman? Ah, gee, I can write forever. Let me kick in a few more names for you:

* Rose Morales

* Helen Ross

* Leo Garnto

* Linda and Lorraine Hegland

* James and Patrick Hermes

* Nancy Peterson (Jimmy’s sister)

* Frank Weldon

* Harold Hogland

Staff Members

* Felix Bloomquist. His is a sad story. After he left Kallman, he lived somewhere in Bay Ridge, as he would always stop my dad and

I on the avenue to preach a little gospel. I know, eventually, he would up homeless because I would often see him on 5th avenue in

front of Century 21. We lived on 86th street between 3rd and 4th forever!

* David Wong. He was a “house parent gone bad,” and he eventually was asked to leave after getting into it with one of the “senior guys.”

Don’t quite remember who it was he beat up, but Wong was both a martial arts expert as well as a fabulous ping pong player.

* Dolores Beauchamp! (Tony’s wife). If you remember, Arnie, she was also the Kallman nurse. I remember everyone wanting to get sick so that we could lay in the infirmary looking at Dolores!!!

* Speaking of Tony Beauchamp, went he would be up in the dorm, he would tell us Navy stories about his time in the Navy, and his days spent on a submarine. I Remember one story in particular, where he told us he was on a silent run, and the man sure could tell a story.

* Mr. Persico would read us stories, but my favorite was Mr. Colby reading us “Tom Sawyer.” The man could tell or read a story that kept you interested. Truthfully, I wasn’t too fond of Mary Colby, but it was a mutual dislike on both sides.

* Don Arbiter, from my memory, was a huge Detroit Tiger fan, and we would always tell him that our Yankees were “Boss!” He would argue with Richard Wise and myself for hours about the skill and virtue of the Detroit Tigers. Don, was probably the few people that I really trusted aside from Bob Farrell. Mr. Lockwood, was a nice man, but as bit perverted for my taste.

Richard Brastad Wise and I remained friends well into the late 70s. He happened to marry a girl I was going steady with at Fort Hamilton High, a girl named Lee Russell, but the marriage fizzled out after I returned home from the Air Force, where I served as a FAC! After completing jump school at Fort Benning Georgia, I was assigned to the 501st Direct Air Assault Group, Shaw Air Force Base, S.C. I remained at Shaw for a year, and in 1966, was deployed to Viet-Nam, and served two tours. I met Clarence Hill at Khe San, and he hugged me like I was his brother.  He was killed in action.

Sam Fogler and I remained friends after I left Kallman, he was a big fan of my dad’s, but Sam had a troubled life and wound up behind bars. Pat, his sister, got married, but I never saw her once I left Kallman.

Eddie and Walter Bock would team up against me and a friend of mine every Sunday for about 3 years playing stickball at P.S. 185. Walter, eventually could not do it any longer, and it seemed like Eddie could play forever. I loved the two of them!

I have more memories, and I will divulge them at my next writing.

Thanks for responding, Arnie. As I said…..you were my hero, and definitely an inspiration to me, and someone I tried to emulate.  You came from good stock and I adored your mom, who worked so hard at the laundry. She was an endearing woman, and I do not think she had an enemy in the world. I also, remember “BIG JOHN” Dahl as well.

God bless and keep you and yours!!!


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