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Mr. Shickle was a great and wonderful man who at times was defined the word "crotchety." As a personal friend of his for my short stint in High School, my fondest memories include driving him to get his recycling done, and driving him to his Tax Audit. Learnign from his example inside the class room and then experiencing all he had to teach outside the class room gave me inspiration in many facets of my life. I can honestly attribute my understanding of the classics and the true description and meaning of the word love to him and his teachings. Going beyond the typical book driven class, those who stayed awake long enough for Mr. Shickle to finish his stories of life walked out his class learning more than just Latin. Sad to hear the news, but celebratory for such a great man and life he led. As I am unable to attend his funeral, I write this "blog" that I am sure Mr. Shickle would have thought silly that such a word was used. Justin Poore '98 3 year latin student
Paul Shickle was a wonderful man and teacher. I had the opportunity to know him as a student and as a colleague.
Ben Ubovich
SMHS '71 and current music director
Thirty years ago this month, Paul watched me graduate from high school and sent me on my way after 4 years in his Latin class.
The fourth year was not really in the classroom: since only two of us wanted to take that much Latin, Mr. Shickle came to my house one evening a week to tutor me and my friend, Chip, for credit. Latin class was about 75 (maybe 60) percent Latin, the rest being taken up with spirited discussion of politics, ethics, history, grammar and religion. Mr. Shickle loved this as much as we did.
Mr. Shickle wanted to make sure I got a good college education. He and Mr. Peterson, my biology teacher, came to our house one night to urge my parents to consider colleges that my parents thought were too expensive and too far away. Mr. Shickle took me, at his own expense, on a ten-day trip to visit six colleges on the east coast, so that I could decide.
Mr. Shickle helped me figure out how to afford this costly education, too. He helped me get a small scholarship to continue studying Greek and Latin at college.
I did go to college, at Harvard, and I stayed on there for law school, ending up in New York for work, where I have lived ever since. Paul Shickle changed the course of my life, and I’m glad he did.
In later years, Mr. Shickle asked me to call him “Paul”, and I suppose I should, since I’m not that young anymore. But I like calling him Mr. Shickle. He was, for me, something like a “pedagogue” of ancient times: teacher, mentor, guardian, protector.
As Catullus wrote upon his return to Italy to find that his brother had died while he was away,
accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu,
atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.
Uncle Paul or as some in the family knew him "Gene", a name he did not like to be called was eleven years younger than my father Elmo W Shickle and thirteen years younger than his sister
. He had a great influence on his family in many ways. It was his influence that brought his mother Eathel and siser Leora into the Roman Catholic Church. Later, after he had been in California a few
years he convinced his siser to leave Bloomington, Illinois where she had a job with State Farm Insurance nearly from the start of the company and to join him in sunny California.
Needless to say his mother started visiting for the winter months, but father Ben could not be convinced to leave Bloomington until mom finally put her foot down and said Califorina is where I am going to live. In the 1960's both Ben and Eathel joined Paul and Leora in Arcadia, California.
I got to know my uncle by infrequent visits to California and even less frequent visit by him back to Illinois. As the computer age arrived Uncle Paul was not one to be left behind and he picked up on emailing quickly and I was able to communicate much more with him via email.
Uncle Paul had two passions in life, the first was his students, while I don't remember all of the names he would often talk about current and past students and he was very proud of their accomplishments. Certainly, his former students became his family and he truly loved to talk about this family.
His second passion was his family and their geneology. His talk of family geneology was endless. In May of 2005 my wife and I were able to video tape his Uncle Paul as he related story after story of family past and present. The camera batteries actually expired before he had finished, but this was a special time for my family as we were able to get this family history lesson on video tape.
Uncle Paul was never one to confide his physical problems to his family back in the Midwest, instead, his "family" of former students and co-workers provided care these past years and I thank each of those that had a part in showing their love toward him. Truely his last days were with his family.
Daniel L Shickle
I had the distinct honor of taking Latin I with Mr. Shickle not once, but twice. (I had such a good time the first time time around, I opted for the "summer re-run" version following my freshman year "D".) Vivid memories of the Junior Classical League Saturnalia Banquet, attired in our togas and dining reclining in the cafeteria, still linger. Some 30+ years later, my mentor reminded me of the little toga-clad Mr. Shickle doll I had made for him, which he continued to share with his students. Due to my less than sterling academic performance, I was not destined to matriculate on to Latin II, III or IV, but we continued to maintain a teacher/student relationship throughout the years. It wasn't until years after I had departed his classroom that I came to appreciate how much I really had learned from the "old man" - about morphology, the structure of the Romance languages and the ancestry of our own English language. His love of life and spirit have been an ever-present part of the person I have become and memories are richer because of Paul Shickle.
Gallia est divisa in tres partes.
Mr. Shickle still influences my life 36 years after I left SMHS. I took Latin only because my mother told me it would be important to me later in life. How could a "dead" language be useful I often asked myself as I started in Latin in 7th grade at Huntington Jr. High??? As a practicing attorney for over 25 years now, I marvel at the lack of basic historical knowledge for the words many of my colleagues use, all because they never had Mr. Shickle. :-)
My fondest memories are our train trips to San Jose for the Latin Conventions and selling "Shickle's Pickles" to raise funds for the trip. Way too much fun!
I also never worked harder for the grades I got than for Mr. Shickle. I still vividly recall daily exorcises with Clay Lord trying to translate the damn Iliad into "exactly" the words used by Homer and not by the translator's version. Mr. Shickle taught me that I could do whatever I would ultimately choose to do if I actually applied myself, because nothing you love is supposed to be easy.
My only regret is that I never got a chance to tell him so in person. But THANK YOU, Mr. Shickle.
Mark A. Lester, SMHS Class of 1973
Mr. Shickle was a dogged task master and had a wry,
fun sense of humor. Leaning on his podium, rocking back and forth (to avoid thinking about his back pain no doubt) he would quiz us and cajole us into working our brains at 8:30 am. When our daughters took Latin
in middle school (on the west side of town) the young teacher knew of Mr. Shickle! He is a legend in the Latin community.
I will not forget his toga, glasses and sandles
outfit for the JCL events.
Mr. Shickle in Heaven est.
Class of '74
Being the oldest of 6 children of Elmo Shickle, I have had 65 years to know Paul Shickle as my Uncle Gene as he was and will always be to me. We’ve laughed, cried, made fun of each other and yes, even disagreed about things. As he would say, “You’re just like me.” Yet, we still loved each other.
In my early years, Uncle Gene was a giant with long legs. We would walk on our trips to the “Velvet Freeze” ice cream store or rather he would walk and I ran trying to keep up. Some times he would make fun of me on these trips but of course the ice cream was worth the trip.
Normal, Illinois and graduation from Illinois State University was a proud day for the Shickles as Uncle Gene wore his cap and gown and was the first in his immediate family to be a college graduate!
I remember when Uncle Gene moved to the far west coast of California. We spent several times making that long trip and visiting him and “Auntie” (Leora). Our Pickering family stayed with them for several days on one of those extended trips.
In 1968, Uncle Gene visited us in Brookston, Indiana, and we had the adventure of going to the battlefield of the Battle of Tippecanoe, which became known as the wild ride to Uncle Gene. Mother Pat was driving with 3 daughters in the back clutching the seats with white knuckles and Uncle Gene was in front with his “brake pedal” to the floor all of the way. Just before he went into the hospital this last time, we had a good time talking about that fun day from so many years ago.
We’ve shared cards, pictures, and especially the last 10 years, phone calls. He even had prayers said for me when I had Bypass Surgery. This time in Methodist Hospital has been the hardest time for Uncle Gene with all his pain and fears. Now Uncle Gene you can rest with no more pain. We will all miss you. I will miss the stories and concerns you had for all in California and here in Indiana, Illinois, and Kentucky. We love you. Pat
Mr. Shickle was a wonderful Latin teacher keeping up a beautiful tradition of the Classics in an age slowly (and sadly) shedding anything that seemed "ancient". I remember his grand sense of humour and his dedication to the Latin Club. Thanks, Mr. Shickle, for your dedication to your students. You now belong to the ages!!!
We moved to San Marino in 1961, my junior year, and third-year Latin with Mr. Shickle was my first class. I was a terrible Latin student, but Mr. Shickle did his best with me. Although I didn't retain much Latin, I did retain a life-long interest in Roman History and culture, and later finished reading Virgil in translation. "Arma virumque cano." He was a wonderfully inspiring man and teacher. I still have friends whom I met in that class. He will be missed.
Mr. Shickle was one of the greatest influences of my life. Intellectually I had no business taking four years of Latin. His mother’s maiden name was Bruce, which may explain why I was attending his classes with many of the great minds of the 60’s at SMHS. He had heard that my grandfather on the Bruce side had come out to California from Illinois. From that day forward I learned more about my family’s genealogy than I thought was possible. He swore to me that we are related and while I am not totally certain, this would make me very proud.
When he would hear that my grandfather was coming for a visit, the two would always get together for a visit. My father died while I was in my third year of Latin. One of my strongest memories is seeing Mr. Shickle as we both broke into tears and embraced each other.
A generation later, my children showed up at SMHS. Although they were not Latin students, Mr. Shickle would call me often with congratulations, observations and suggestions. He was my eyes and ears on campus.
Upon his retirement, I co-hosted a party in his honor with Patti Cravens Reed. I remember picking him up at his home and dropping him off after the event. We sat in the car and spoke for hours. I told him that we would keep in touch. I thought of him often, but that was the last time I spent with this very special man.
While I appreciate Mr. Shickle’s intellect, I am proud to know that he made togas popular long before John Bellucci. I am so grateful that he was such an important part of my life.
Mr. Shickle taught me many valuable lessons during my high school years... First, that my brain did function at 8am; second, that even when he was angry or disappointed in us he never gave up on us or lost his sense of humor and third, he knew (and taught me) that I had intelligence I was too lazy to use and made me use it.
Having breezed through Mr. Sesma’s version of Latin in Jr. High, I was exposed to more than a class – but an Experience with Mr. Shickle. I think back to the feasts, the conventions - especially the one that we hosted at San Marino (was he ever in his glory), the political discussions, the slave sales, toga making seminars as well as his ability to truly listen to personal problems and help find solutions and I can only wish that every student finds a teacher...a mentor... a friend like Mr. Paul Shickle.
Although I struggled through the actual language (could never get the hang of conversation) and suffered for my “B”s, Mr. Shickle’s passion for the richness of the culture, mythology and history created passions of my own that continue through to this day. My husband just finished writing a novel based on the Medici and the plot of their assasignation. Being able to help with some of the research and translation made me think often of Mr. Shickle wishing that he could have met my husband and wonder what his take on the "Papal Politics" of the era would have been.
However, my fondest memory was of the JCL convention in San Francisco. During some portions of the convention several of us escaped and went sightseeing… something we assumed that we had gotten away with “scot-free” as nothing was said. On our return, we were told that we would be writing a paper – in Latin of course – regarding our own personal experience of the San Franciscan culture and how it related to Latin mythology or history. Our own personal torture… he never lost his wry sense of humor… I am certain that he never will. He will truly be missed, but never far from memory- he touched so many of us and his knowledge and passion continue to live on.
Paul Shickle was one of the most impactful teachers in my life. He taught my Latin II, III and IV classes (Marcy, you would have had a great time with our group). Yes, he was a firm disciplinarian; but he was so much more valuable as a developer of our intellect and interpersonal skills.
With his encouragement, I ran for president of the California Junior Classical League in 1966. Though I didn't win, I remember how proud he was that I took on that challenge and how his words of consolation were comforting in the defeat.
The world is a better place because of PES (the Foot) and I am a better person for having known and learned from him.
Scott C. Neely
SMHS Class of 1967
While I don't remember ever being around my great Uncle, having grown up in the Midwest while he was in California, I have learned things from him over the years of communicating with him via email. I've learned to always speak my opinion, because what I have to say does matter! He was certainly good at encouraging people to better themselves. I regret that I didn't finish writing the tribute about my Grandpa after his passing, that Uncle Paul had so encouraged me to write, in time for him to read it. My heart is warmed to know that he touched so many people's lives. I'm thankful to have had these last years to communicate with him and learn so many things about our family. I also am thankful that he had his friends so loyally beside him as he passed. He always spoke very highly of them. Thank you to those who stood by him in the end, and thank you to those whose lives he touched.
I suppose I shall speak for the cousins he had in southern Indiana, including myself. We took up our correspondence when his cousin and my aunt, Marguerite Wright Ang, passed away in 1999. It was lively, interesting, and we shared a passion for our past family history. I am sorry to lose such a wonderful contact who knew far more than I will ever know on the family to whom we were connected. I can see my Aunt Marguerite waiting at the door to let him, to sit and talk on family matters, catch up on things missed and just delight in the common interest of family. I appreciate getting the information on his passing, had just sent him something that bounced back about a week ago...and just thought I had mixed up something in the address.....again. I am impressed by the messages of former students....that speaks volumes about Paul.
From John Brott, SMHS Class of 1964:
I remember Paul Shickle as a marvellously colorful and indivualistic teacher during my years as a student at SHMS. I studied Latin with him in my sophomore year, after two years of junior high school Latin in 8th & 9th grade in Seattle prior to transferring to San Marino High in 10th grade. I switched to French in 11th grade, partly because the rigors of Latin were too much for my insufficiently ambitious intellect at that time and partly because I was, by then, a neophyte francophile much impressed by French art, cuisine, and fashion.
Nonetheless, I have never forgotten the flair of Mr. Shickle's teaching style or the value of Latin in my studies. I went on to UCLA after graduation from SMHS in 1964, earning B.A. and M.A. degrees in Art History. My specialization in graduate school was the art of Greco-Roman antiquity, and I sometimes thought of Mr. Shickle over the years in his charcoal gray suits & narrow ties (tres chic at the time) making us teenagers laugh with his humorous observations from ancient tmes and the present.
Many years later, in 1995, my wife & I moved from the beach to South Pasadena after a wonderfully unexpected "late-in-life" baby girl came our way. We did so in order to be closer to my mother, Chloe Brott, who at 86 still lives in San Marino and, believe it or not, is an Assistant Manager at Coldwell Banker Realtors on Huntington Drive. The daughter of one of my mother's friends and clients, Joy Ung, used to babysit for our daughter, Paige, who is now 12 and a student since kindergarten at the Lycee International de Los Angeles. One evening before we left for dinner at the Ritz Carlton in Pasadena (which used to be the Huntington Sheraton where SMHS proms were held), Joy was looking through one of my old SMHS yearbooks (I was the Editor of the yearbook in my senior year and was very proud of our very stylish yearbook in 1964, by the way). Joy looked at me in amazement and said, "Mr. Schickle was at SMHS when YOU were there??!!" Like, ancient history dude. I told her that indeed, he was. That about summed up Mr. Schickle's longevity and impact on many, many years of SMHS students.
Shortly after our 40th year class reunion at the Jonathan Club in Santa Monica (Summer, 2004), I sent Mr. Shickle an email to share my memories of his unique style as a teacher and individual. I am glad that I did.
It is heartwearming to read the memories of Mr. Shickle that have been written here by his many other students, including Scott Nealy of 1967 (Scott, I formely worked as a realtor with your lovely mom Georgene at Podley Caughey & Doan in San Marino and still see her from time to time). I only wish I had known Mr. Schikle better...I am charmed by his request for a Latin mass in an era long past Vatican II...in my heart I feel perhaps he, like myself, resides in the 14th century liturgically but the 23rd century theologically, where once restrictive ideas roam free in a more enlightened era. Godspeed, Paul Schikle...Warmest regards, John Brott
I was sorry to read of the death of Paul Shickle. He and Gordon Peterson were my all-time favorite teachers at San Marino High, and I kept up correspondence with both for many years. Like most of his other students, I loved his sense of humor. He introduced me to Petronius Arbiter (via the movie version of Quo Vadis, at one of the famous Latin Club Saturnalias), to whom I wrote my diary for decades, and even got me to read a little of that gentleman's racy original writings. He also led us (and let us wander) on many fascinating byways during the year he taught us AA English. I will miss him.
Lisa Yount, '66
My memories of Mr. Shickle are from his faithful and long time involvement as the SMHS Interact Club faculty sponsor. He rarely said a word but his approval and/or disapproval of our ideas was always known. His incredible tenure made him virtually synonomous with the high school. I am very thankful to have known him.
Andrew Crowell, Class of '83
My first ever class with Mr. Shickle was his Latin and Greek Etymology summer course. My friend and I were in awe of how his brightly colored shirts always perfectly matched his socks. And we could never forget his idioms that no other modern person would use ("That just doesn't cut the mustard").
At the time, my boyfriend was sort of a bad boy in school. So bad in fact that Mr. Shickle became quite fond of him, feeling a sense of responsibility to help straighten up his life. And by association, Mr. Shickle took me under his wing as well.
My relationship with my boyfriend didn't last much longer than that, but Mr. Shickle continued to serve as my instructor and mentor for the next three years. And all that time, he expected a lot from me. He expected that I would get very involved in the Junior Classical League. And so I did. Spending a year as the co-editor of the Nuntius Californiensis, the newspaper for the California division of JCL. Spending another year as the vice-president of the SMHS chapter. Quite honestly, being a part of JCL was one of the best things I ever did in high school. I met so many great people, learned a lot about responsibility, gained that sense of camaraderie with my classmates. And that's why Mr. Shickle pushed us so much to be active in JCL. He knew how important it was for us to be a part of something that would let us experience so much. That would teach us how to be adults. Of course he cared that we learned Latin, but he always wanted so much more for his students.
But yes, back to Latin. He definitely expected a lot from me in the classroom as well. I wasn't his best student, but he still felt that I should be trying harder than most others. I remember once, when everyone he called on seemed unable to translate a particular sentence correctly, he turned to me, hoping that I could serve as the one good example in the class. Of course, I couldn't translate the sentence either. And I still remember the disappointed look on his face. It's one thing to let down a teacher you'll have for a semester or two. But Mr. Shickle meant more to me than that. From the start, when he watch out for me, to make sure I didn't end up one of those troubled kids. To the end, when he helped me be a better leader for my classmates. So yes, disappointing Mr. Shickle was extremely hard for me, and I vowed not to do that to him again.
There are people in your high school career who help shape who you will become as an adult, and Mr. Shickle was one of those people for me. I think I can say that I haven't disappointed him since. I know he would be proud of who I've become, and I want to sincerely thank him for helping guide me here.
He will be missed.
Sarah Poon, class of 1997
Uncle Paul not only urged his students to push for perfection and a sound education, but he also did that to his neices and nephew. I am Sherry the middle child ==so Uncle Paul would refer to me. He was the man in my life who wrote letters to me as I was graduating from high school, urging me to go on to college and shoot for the stars in any educational process. I did attend college although I did not graduate from college. I never felt that I had failed him tho. He only asked that I accomplish what I could do. I remember the time that I and my sister Jennifer flew to California to help with Grandpa Ben. Uncle Paul and the family led busy lives and noone got around to supper until 8-9pm at nite. Certainly, that was not the time of day I had been use to for eating. My sister and I were starving by then. One evening we were given the car to go shopping in Monrovia and we decided to eat at the Burger King----thinking that by the time we got back to the house--Uncle Paul and the family would have already eaten. NOT TRUE--Uncle Paul had told the others to wait for us---there we were--trying to stuff down another meal on top of the Burger King meal in order to please the family. Giggles between Jennifer and I were frequent as we knew the secret why we were less than enthusiastic as the dishes were passed and we took small amounts. I remember that meal because sitting at the table at night were the times when all of us talked of so many things. Uncle Paul loved ice cream at night--when we came home from Burger King that evening, he requested that we go get some ice cream for him. In addition to the regular meal we forced down, he insisted we digest his favorite ice cream too!! Both my sister and I went to bed laughing from our bellies being so full. Uncle Paul was indeed an unusual personality--but as I look at these memorials I can see that it was inherited and passed on to many of the family. Many of us are outspoken and will do so when we champion a cause. Humor was always a product of our own home with our father Elmo and Grandma Shickle too loved to laugh and talk generously about the family. Education was reverence in the family even tho my mother had little education--I believe Uncle Paul revived her deep passions for it within her soul. She just had not been forunate enough to finish her own desires, but always encouraged her own children to excell at all things especially in the spiritual. I appreciate all those students who had the opportunity to appreciate my Uncle and grew from their experience of his personality and vigor of life. I, too, as the neice he named--enjoyed my journey through life with a most intriguing Uncle Paul. Good bye Uncle Paul--Sherry
For the entire time I worked with Paul at San Marino High he was the language department chair it seems. His gaze over the top of his glasses and secretive smile always got everyone's attention. As I have read the previous 22 comments I am touched by the student reminiscenes many from students I have also taught. What a great tribute for wonderful teacher who struggled to prove the experts wrong: he could last as a high school teacher ... and what a lasting memory he has given us all. Thank you Paul for being there for so many! I still don't know if I'm part of your Lemon family side or not. Knowing you was far more important to me.
As others have said here, Mr. Shickle truly was a one-of-a-kind individual who was always passionate about what he believed in. Over my four years in Latin at SMHS, the SMJCL chapter hosted the annual CJCL convention not once, but twice. As you can imagine, Mr. Shickle's teaching of Latin as a subject often took a backseat to his making sure we were all doing what we were supposed to with convention planning. It is through these extra curricular experiences (including many Tony's Pizza-fueled after school work sessions in his classroom) that I learned much more of what Mr. Shickle had to share...about life. Even when our translations would "reek of the stables" or our grammar would sound like "throwing the cow over the fence some hay," he didn't lose faith. I never really had the guts to talk to him about how poorly I did on the AP test, but I don't think it would have mattered to him.
Matt Morris
SMHS '91 / CJCL Convention Chair '91
I studied Latin at SMHS before switching to French and Spanish, thinking it was wise to take several years of all three languages, and another teacher, Mr. Volz, shared the responsibilities of teaching Latin at SMHS at the time since there must have been so many Latin classes offered then, I guess. I knew Mr. Shickle through Latin Club activities and his summer school Latin and Greek etymology class. I remember respecting him with a large dose of fear at the time.
I returned to SMHS a few years later as an English teacher and Paul’s colleague, and although he realized that I had never been his Latin student, he knew me and he knew my family, as he somehow had the uncanny ability to know ALL students and families at SMHS, I think. We shared many delightful hours through the years while I was teaching and later when I worked in other capacities for the District, sharing stories of things the way they used to be in San Marino and at SMHS, of people he hoped I would remember, of families and events that had happened to them over the years. He remembered more about the history of the school and the faculty and the students who had passed through the halls than anyone, I believe, and he cared deeply about his former students. I am touched by Patrick Harris’s story reported earlier in these postings, but it does not surprise me. I’m guessing that Paul did not tell many about that college trip, but what a noble effort and outstanding guidance he provided to a young man who was truly one of the most gifted to attend SMHS.
Both of my sons studied Latin and both became fans of the language, and I must believe that Paul was responsible for our decision to encourage them to study the language. One of them was fortunate enough to have been Paul’s student, and his experience parallels what many of you have described. I am grateful that he was able to go through SMHS at the time while Paul was still teaching.
Thank you, Steve and Patti and Steve for hosting that wonderful party for Paul when he retired. When I received word that Paul had passed, I felt a deep sadness. The true historian of SMHS has left us. We have lost someone special who will never be replaced.
Nancy Schmid Hunt
SMHS ‘68
I was most likely Mr. Shickle's last Latin student, though he never stopped being a teacher and mentor to everyone around him! My brother served as the last JCL president elected during his tenure, so they kept in touch. For some reason, Mr. Shickle took an interest in his former student's little, sixth grade sister. He eventually asked if I wanted to learn the language of Vergil, and I said yes. We met once a week, and I soon knew his mercurial temper--errors would drive his wooden cane to smash against the floor and furniture; on the other hand, correct answers would elicit a proud beam, thumbs up. Although his passion was intimidating, we enjoyed the most wonderful, random conversations. For instance, not only did I learn that we both loved purple, but I then discovered that the regal color has a distinguished place in Roman culture.
As some two dozen others attest before this, Mr. Shickle was a wonderful language teacher but definitely more than that. From him, I developed a love of classical history and philosophy, interest in language in general, and a belief that every person's informed--for he had no patience for fools!--opinion matters. Cogito ergo sum.
He came to my eighth grade graduation ceremony at Huntington Middle School. That meant so much to me. He always said he would be at my high school graduation, too. As a rising senior now, I believe that he will keep his word in his own way, as ever before.
When I read all the testimonials everyone has left, I can only feel...o dee, what a beautiful life!
Debbie Lin, SMHS Class of 2007
I have just come across this site while searching for the Shickle surname. Paul sounded an extremely interesting person. I understand he had an interest in genealogy and wondered if someone had details of how I could contact his relatives to see some of this information? Thank you
esther.shickle@orange.net
London,UK
I only saw Paul for a week the year that Camille hit our Mississippi coast. He came to visit for a week when we lived in Hickory, MS. He struck me as being EXTREMELY intelligent, intense, and crotchety (as noted in this article). But, interesting couldn't begin to describe the information he shared with me that short time. I did not even know he existed...and I don't remember how we contacted. His father and my dad's father were brothers. How thankful I am that I was privy to the most dynamic person. How I also wish I'd known how to contact him before he died!!!
Beverly Shickel Hollingsworth, Forest, Mississippi (another school teacher)
bevannette1938ms@yahoo.com
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