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Pierce Hasler |
I want to thank you all for showing interest in us as I have been living in New York since 1967 and a whole lifetime of events has transpired for all of us since High School. I almost remember kids from Flynn Park Grade School more vividly than from the High School. I guess because at that age life makes a much bigger impression. I remember Helen from my class. Frank Philpot and Buddy Cooper were mentioned on Steven's letter and I remember them from Pierce's class. Gus and Betsy Philpot lived two blocks from us. Pierce probably took German from Wallace Klein because he wanted to learn the language our Hasler great grandparents who had migrated from Interlaaken, Switzerland in 1855 had spoken. |
Very sadly, but true, my brother Pierce was killed in a jet liner plane crash in Anchorage Alaska, with 109 people on board. The pilot hit a mountain eight minutes from the airport at noon on a clear day, Labor Day weekend 1971. He was on the way home from his annual grizzly bear hunting trip with his wife of four years, Arlana Kogut, from Long Island. They were an extremely happy couple to be around. I loved her very dearly as she was a truly wonderful person, a math major and a Computer Programmer for the paper mills in Maine, which was a new profession in the 1960's. Pierce was 31 at the time with two law degrees and had just acquired full professor status at the University of Maine Law School. He had a profound belief that everyone should have a fair trial and had several unusual cases he was working on where his clients felt they had not received a fair trial. |