Jack L Seal

Marlene and I were both band members.  I first knew her while in junior high. She played a trombone and I played a trumpet. When we were in high school she met a great trumpet player , John Huffman.  They would later be married.  While in high school John formed a dance band and I was flattered that he asked me to be in it because he was a much better trumpet player than me.  I remenber Marlene as a very nice, quiet, humble young lady.  I was sorry to hear of her passing and hope she is resting in peace.---Jack Seal

I first met Fred when I started the 3rd grade at Marengo Grammar School in 1944.  He was a very talented artist, the best one in the class.  He was also a very funny guy.  WWII was going on and when we were assigned to draw pictures he would draw pictures of WWII planes engaged in combat and they were so realistic you felt like you were actually watching it take place.  I noticed that he would outline his things in black crayon which made his drawings great,  I tried to do the same things with my drawings but they were never as good as Fred's.  I was sorry to hear of his passing and I hope he is resting in peace.

Jack Seal

Our 18 year old grandson Tyler Seal, is attending Cal State San Marcos on a baseball scholarship. He is expected to be on the pitching staff this year He is a freshman and is a left handed pitcher. He was a four year varsity letterman at Monterey High School, His brother, Zachary Seal is a freshman at Monterey High. He was a member of the undefeated Jr. Varsity football team last year.

Carl was a friend of mine.  He was very quiet in his own way.  I liked him very much.  One time Carl and several of us went out to the Red Rock Canyon area in the Mojave Desert, where we camped out and shot our 22 cal. rifles.  I think Carl went to USC although I did not see him while I was there.  I was sorry to hear of  his passing.

Jack Seal -- Folsom, CA

Diane was my first love.  We met at the South Pasadena/San Marino Jr. High while in the 9th grade in 1950.  We went steady during that year and the following year when we were sophomores at South Pasadena/San Marino High School.  We were inseperable during those two years.  I was devastated when we broke up in June 1952.  Diane was a beautiful person and we had lots of fun together.  I had always hoped we would get back together, but it didn't happen.  I last saw her at our 50th class reunion in 1984.  I will never forget her and sincerely hope she now rests in peace.

Jack Seal 

Class of 1954

I first knew Jim while we were in the 3rd grade at Marengo Grammar School in South Pasadena.  That was in 1944.  We remained close friends through 1956 at Pasadena City College.  Jim was always interested in fishing and hunting.  We spent many hours fishing together and one Easter Week in Crestline, CA.  We played "C" basketball together in high school.  On one occasion we went hiking for a few days in the Ducie Basin in the high sierras.  We hiked up above timberline and the elevation was about 12,000 ft.  We were very close to Mt. Whitney at that time and the only people we came in contact were all on horseback.  We slept out in the open without a tent and one night after we  had gone to sleep we were awakened by a heavy rain that soaked us.  We were at such a high elevation that we caught Golden Trout,  They only survive above 12,00 feet elevation.  I knew his mom and dad as well as his sister.  His father was the manager of a 5&10 cent store.  His mother was a den mother to us when we were Cub Scouts.  While in Junior college we formed a car club and called it ''the Block Crackers".  Later in life we recontacted each other and began e-mailing.  At that time Jim lived in Tulsa and he had become very famous in the world of bow hunting.  He sent me a copy of a book that he wrote. One one occasion when we were about 12 or 13 years old we got in trouble for shooting spit wads at Santa Claus.  That occurred after we had been to a malt shop and took straws with us when we left.  We went to a parking lot where Santa Claus was going to hand out candy canes to kids from the back of a flaltbed truck.  We foolishly started shooting spit wads and the next thing we knew the police arrived and took us to the police station.  I think they meant to scare us and they succeeded.  Jim was a good friend and I cherish the memories we made together.

I first met Gene in the 3rd grade at Marengo Grammar School in South Pasadena.  We formed a train club and he was a member.  As I recall his mother, Dolly, had a record shop in South Pas.  I think his father had a photography shop or at least that was his hobby.  It's funny what you remember about someone, but I remember being at Gene's house one time for his birthday party and looking at an enlarged photograph on the wall.  It was a highly magnified black and white photo of a drop of milk just as it hit the floor.  I never forgot that photograph.  I was sorry recently to hear of Gene's passing.

I knew Rich and played high school baseball with him.  He was one of the most competitive people I ever knew.  He was the best looking guy in our class and a good friend.  I heard that he became a Catholic Priest after he was in the navy.  I am glad to have known him.  He was an interesting guy.

Bob was my best friend.  We met in about the 5th grade at Marengo Grammar School and remained close friends through high school.  We played many baseball games together and had a strong bond.  Bob entered USC in fall 1954 and was a member of the Phi Sigma Kappa fraternity.  I entered USC as a junior in fall 1956 and after a semester also became a member of Phi Sigma Kappa.  We were roommates in the fraternity and both graduated from the School of Commerce in spring 1958.  Then Bob entered the Navy for 3 years and we kind of lost touch with other.  Even though we were not as close as the years went by, I still had a strong admiration for Bob.  He was one of the most competitive and resolute people I have ever known.  If he set a goal, nothing would stop him from reaching it.  I could always count on Bob, no matter what it involved.  He was like a counselor to me and gave me strength.  I was with Bob on the night he met his wife, Ann.  I will always remember Bob and will cherish the memories we shared growing up in South Pasadena.                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Jack Seal

Oldest grandson just graduated from Cal Poly with degree in materials engineering. Another grandson, a pitcher at Monterey High will be starting his junior year this year. Hoping for a baseball scholarship to USC.

4/16/2018---underwent total replacement surgery of right knee. Prior to being discharged from hospital passed out due to 2 blood clots in rt lung. Was in and out of hospital and conv. hosp 4 more times before May 1st. Currently experiencing numbness in right foot. Accupuncture was unsuccessful. As of 10/16/18 have been unable to play golf since 12/1/17. Finally able to drive car again. It's been 6 months since surgery. Can only hope things get better.

Alan was a dear friend of mine.  We met in the 4th grade at Marengo Grammar School in South Pasadena when he returned with his family from a camp in Arizona.  It was about 1945 or 1946.  We quickly became close friends and spent many hours together.  I was at his house often and knew his mother, father, brother Paul and sister Michi.  His mother was a dear lady who would make fried baloney sandwiches for the many kids who were always at their house.  She would also give me flowers to take home to my mother.  Alan spent several vacations with me and my mother.   Alan and I were at a baseball game about 1947 and he bought a baseball from a vendor.  Together we went to where Babe Ruth was seated and Babe Ruth signed the ball for Alan.  He kept it is his room and we would look at it in wonder.  Alan and I played lots of baseball together.  He was a catcher and I was a pitcher.  Every summer we would go to the YMCA camp at Catalina Island.  We would stay in the same squad tent and were on the same team at camp.  One of our best friends was Ronnie Wheatcroft, who also attended Marengo Grammar School.  The three of us were so close that Ronnie named us "The Seal Brothers".  Now I am the sole remaining member of The Seal Brothers.  Somehow it all seems fitting because both Ronnie and Alan had older brothers, while I was an only child.  I miss them both.  The memories we built together will remain with me forever and I will cherish the time I spent with Alan.