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Major General William John Davis ’59 passed away on March 14, 2019, at the age of 85 while being hospitalized not far from his farm in Wadsworth, Ill. William Davis was a lifelong Chicagoan, born Aug. 4, 1933. He was a native of the North Side, raised a family in the western suburb of St. Charles, and retired to his farm in Wadsworth, just north of Gurnee.
After graduating high school, he joined the U.S. Air Force in 1953 and began his flying career as a navigator for reconnaissance missions. He then returned to Chicago, joined the Reserves, and attended school at Northwestern University where he graduated in 1959 with a degree in political science.
After briefly attending law school at the University of Miami, he decided to pursue a flying career full time and took a job with American Airlines.
In 1971 he married Sandra Marie Richter of Hopkins, Minn., and they started a family raising two children, Kristen Marie and Michael William.
William Davis served 35 years with the United States military before retiring as the commander of the Illinois Air national Guard in 1989. After 30 years of service with American Airlines, he retired as a captain in 1993. He became a widow when his wife, Sandra Davis, died of cancer in 2000.
He was a curious, compassionate and scholarly individual. He was a car and motorcycle enthusiast, a philanthropist and a public servant, but he’ll be remembered most as a wonderful father and a loving husband. He is survived by his two children, Kristen and Michael.
Americo Bugliani '73 PhD was born 86 years ago in Pietrasanta a small Italian town nestled between the ocean and the Apuan Alps in Tuscany. It is sometimes referred to as the sculpture capital of the world. As an anti-fascist, his father emigrated to the U.S. to seek work, and Americo was born with American citizenship, which he cherished his entire life.
When WWII broke out the front line was to go right through his town. He and his family lost everything suffering hunger and untold hardships during the war. But one day he met an American soldier who gave him his first toothbrush, a tube of Colgate toothpaste and other items. He told him his name was Paul Sakamoto and gave him a picture of himself.
Americo said that was his only day of happiness during the war. He kept that picture in his wallet for many years. Fifty years later he tried to find Paul Sakamoto calling all the Sakamotos in California. Someone suggested he call Hawaii. There on the Big Island he was reunited with Paul. The reunion made the front page of the Hawaii Herald in an article titled “A Debt of Gratitude.” But he felt he needed to do more so he organized the leading citizens of Pietrasanta and persuaded them to construct a monument in honor of the Nisei soldiers who had liberated their hometown. The beautiful monument by world renowned sculptor Marcello Tommasi depicts Sadao Munemori who was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for his heroic death on the Gothic Line. This story is recorded in David Ono’s award-winning documentary for ABC.
Americo’s father was a WWI veteran, and Americo was a veteran of the Korean War, having served in Germany, Austria and Italy. He was immensely honored at having been elected Commander of the Chicago Nisei Post 1183. His liberators had chosen him as commander! Unbelievable. He was also very proud of having become a Kentucky colonel.
Americo began his professional life in the travel industry, ending his career as vice president of an international travel company. He then took a furlough to obtain his Ph.D. at Northwestern University. His academic career as a Professor at the University of Illinois was highlighted by the publication of many articles and three scholarly books. He was also able to secure funding to launch the first Italian-American Studies program in the United States. He went on to go into business for himself as a wholesale jeweler before retirement.
In 2001 his wife, Ann, was appointed Director of the Loyola University of Chicago Rome Center Campus for a two-year stint. And so Americo and Ann moved to Rome and after two years they moved to Pietrasanta, where Americo died on Jan. 17, 2019. Americo and Ann had been happily married for 58 years.
On Thursday, Dec. 27, 2018, Suzanne Sherman Trotter ’50 passed away peacefully among her family and friends.
Suzanne, or Suzie, is survived by four children, 10 grandchildren and nine nieces and nephews who adored her for her spirit and energy.
Suzie was born in Kansas City, Mo., on Feb. 16, 1928, to Charles and Marian Sherman. Suzie attended New Trier High School in Kenilworth, Ill. In 1950 she graduating from the School of Education and Social Policy at Northwestern University, where she met Hugh Trotter. They married in 1951 and ultimately settled in San Marino, Calif., with their four children.
Suzie led her daughters’ Girl Scout troops and played an active role in leadership and fundraising for the scouts. In 1967 she helped found the Lacy Park Tennis Center with friends Franny Brossy and Char Wachtel. Suzie also founded the Huntington School tennis clinic, an after-school program for middle schoolers. In addition, Suzie was active in the Pasadena Junior League, participating in the follies and as an auctioneer at the Garden Club’s annual event. She was the first mother to coach Little League Baseball; she mentored the boys Gray Y Soccer; and she co-coached her grandchildren in AYSO. Suzie was an avid skier and saw to it that her children and extended family enjoyed the mountains too. She skied all over the world on trips with the Over the Hill Gang and Pepe’s Wedel Week.
In her later years, Suzie took up watercolor painting, and her still-lifes and landscapes of the California coastline hang in the homes of friends and family. Suzie also thrived on debate and discussion of politics.
Suzie is survived by her daughter, Melinda Montano, and her children, Brad and Chase; her daughter, Katy, and husband Dean Kitchens and their children, Alex, Dana, Sarah and Anne; her daughter, Suzanne Trotter, and husband Henry Edmonds and their children, McCoy, Elizabeth and Henry; and her son, Scott Trotter, and wife Kim and their son, Benjamin. She is also survived by her sisters Jackie Barnes of Evanston and Julie Whitaker of Laguna Woods, Calif.
Our memories of Bill Froehlig ’50, ’65 MA/MS, known as “the Sandwichman,” go beyond the homemade sandwiches he brought to our residence halls every night in his two-wheeled cart, from the late 1940s to his retirement in 1988. Froehlig died Sept. 29, 2018, in Tallahassee, Fla., at the age of 92.
The tracks of his cart in the North Campus snow are long gone, but generations of Northwestern graduates remember his generosity, kindness, tireless work ethic and that distinctive boatswain’s whistle announcing his arrival.
Gabe Fuentes ’86, ’93 JD
Angela Kristine Nielsen Park ’01 WCAS,’02 MS, Chicago, Aug. 9, at age 39.
Angela earned her bachelor’s degree in human development in 2001 and master’s degree in education in 2002. She was also a member of Alpha Phi sorority.
After teaching for a few years in the Chicago and Boston public schools, Angela found her true calling as a personal trainer, working for Chicago Athletic Clubs and eventually starting her own training business, Spark Multisport.
Angela swam competitively for 12 years and was a top age group swimmer in Wisconsin and the Midwest. While attending Northwestern, Angela taught swim lessons and began dabbling in the sport of triathlon, participating in her first triathlon there. She had since completed more than 100 triathlons, including multiple half Ironmans (Ironman 70.3), Ironman Arizona, Ironman Wisconsin and Ironman Santa Rosa. She had numerous top 3 age group and overall female finishes during her triathlon career and was a 2013 Ironman All World Athlete, a member of Team USA at the 2015 Age Group Triathlon World Championships in Chicago and a USA Triathlon National Championship qualifier consecutively since 2010.
She built Spark Multisport with the belief that adopting a healthy, active lifestyle starts with small changes and motivation. She helped all find his/her inner athlete. Angela was a top personal trainer and triathlon coach. She earned popular recognition in the hit reality show The Biggest Loser as the personal trainer to the show’s 2008 at-home winner. Through her company, she organized group races and women’s health retreats. When she was not running, biking and swimming, she loved to travel and spend time with her husband and daughters. Angela enjoyed every moment with her children.
Angela was born in Waterbury, Conn., and was primarily raised in Kenosha, Wis.
Angela is survived by her loving husband, Eugene ’01; her daughters, Alexandra Grace (8) and Olivia Kate (3); her parents, Richard ’64 and ’70 MBA and Gloria Nielsen; and a brother, Scott (Samantha) Nielsen.
Kristin Rose Lentfer Pancner ’61, 80, passed away Saturday, July 7, 2018, at Lake Wawasee, Ind.
Kristin Lentfer was born and raised in Livingston, Montana and attended Park County High School, graduating Valedictorian. She graduated from Northwestern University in 1961, majoring in nursing and sociology. Kristin further advanced her education, earning her master's degree in counseling psychology in 1978, and her doctorate in psychology in 1992 at Adler University of Chicago. She was employed at Pancner Psychiatric Associates throughout her career as a counselor and psychologist.
Kristin was a member of Pi Beta Phi sorority while at Northwestern. In Fort Wayne, she served as vice president of the Newcomer's Club, a camp nurse at the Episcopal Church Camp and volunteered at the American Red Cross as a mental health counselor. She was also co-chair of a national convention for the North American Society of Adlerian Psychology and President of the Pastoral Education Advisory Committee at Lutheran Hospital. She was a published writer for a number of publications, including The Individual Psychologist and the International Journal of Individual Psychology.
Kristin was known as an intelligent, charismatic, caring and compassionate person. She was a devoted and caring wife, mother and grandmother who enjoyed travel, reading, learning and entertaining. Kristin particularly loved spending time at Lake Wawasee, Ind., and Sanibel Island, Fla., where she spent winters with her husband and family.
Surviving are her spouse of 58 years, Ronald J. Pancner; two children, Paul Pancner and Jennifer Ennis; as well as five grandchildren, Austin, Dominique, Cameron, Alexa and Olivia. Her companions Tux and Diablo survive as well.
Please send memorials to Fort Wayne Children's Zoo and the Fort Wayne Rescue Mission. There will be a private Celebration of Life scheduled at a later date.
Christopher R. Lockard '99 — We found out my husband was going to die on June 8, 2018, the same day the Warriors beat the Cavs to close out their second straight NBA title. He passed away on Wednesday, Aug. 15, before the start of another NBA season. I always think of time in terms of sports seasons. That is how my mind works.
Earlier that same week was the MLB Draft. I had spent the previous six months covering the lead-up to the draft and had blocked off most of that week to cover this year's proceedings. My husband was admitted to the hospital by then, and I missed most of it. "I'm so sorry you had to miss the draft," he said. That is how his mind worked.
Our love was about so much more than sports, but sports always played a central role. We met in October 1997. Both of us were working for the Daily Northwestern, me as a design editor and Chris as a news editor. We had both recently gone through break-ups and mutual friends from the paper set us up. No rebound has ever been sweeter.
One of our first dates was a Northwestern football game. Chris was from Green Bay, Wisconsin, and he told me later that it endeared him to me that I — a California girl — made it through the entire game despite the driving snow and not being able to feel my feet. To be honest, being at the game with him, I would have stood in the snow forever.
Over the years, our interests mostly aligned, with the exception of our favorite NFL team. Chris was, of course, a Cheesehead through and through, while I grew up going to games in the top row of Candlestick Park, yelling, "Jerry's open!" When we started dating, the 49ers and Packers had a brief rivalry. Ultimately, it was that rivalry that made me know I wanted to marry him.
In January 1999, the Niners and Packers met in the NFC wild-card game at the 'Stick. I was supposed to fly back to Evanston for school the day before the game, but there was a huge snowstorm in the Midwest and it pushed my flight back to the day of the game. As it would turn out, my flight was one of the last to land at O'Hare for a week (a flight a few hours later ended up stuck on the tarmac for hours, leading to the airline passenger bill of rights).
This was back in the day before most people had cell phones and Uber was just a word you said before "awesome, dude." Getting from O'Hare to Evanston in the winter could be a bit of a challenge. The El involved going all the way downtown before coming back out to the suburbs; cab drivers were often reluctant to get you there, preferring to go into the city, and the weather could make it a tough ride. Chris had come down from Green Bay a few days earlier but had caught a bad cold and was laid up for most of that weekend. When I talked to him before the flight, I told him it was OK if I took a cab back rather than him picking me up at the airport. Instead, he made me a deal: "If the Packers win, I'll pick you up. If the Niners win, you're on your own."
The flight, for whatever reason, was filled with Wisconsin football fans returning from the Rose Bowl through SFO. The pilot knew his audience and piped the radio broadcast of the game through one of the channels at each seat. As the game wound down to the final seconds, I was torn between wanting the Niners to win and wanting a ride back to campus. Steve Young dropped back to pass, he stumbled and the signal for the station turned to static. It took me several minutes before I overheard a devastated Badger fan explain what happened after Young's stumble.
When I got off the plane, I immediately began thinking of how I was going to hail a cab in the snow. I reached the end of the walkway tunnel and there was Chris with a funny grin on his face. "I thought the Niners won," I said. "They cheated," he replied, "but either way, I didn't want to eat dinner without you." How can you not want to marry a man like that?
Chris was a year ahead of me in school and he moved to Washington, D.C., after he graduated. I followed him in June 2000. Baseball had always been my first love in terms of sports, but for most of the time I was in college, it took a back burner to other activities. Then the A's went on their magical AL West title run that year, and it drew me back to the sport. Back then, the only time we'd get to see the A's play was when they were on ESPN, which was a rare occurrence. Chris had grown up rooting for Bay Area baseball teams despite living in Wisconsin, a product of his grandmother residing in the Sacramento area. He claimed it was easy to start rooting for the A's again, but I suspect his interest in the team was another airport-pickup-in-the-snow kind of thing.
We got married on May 26, 2002, just days after Jeremy Giambi was unceremoniously shipped to the Phillies. We were in the Bay Area then, getting ready for the wedding and our puzzlement over that trade helped us get through the pre-wedding jitters. Later that summer, we were back in D.C. during the Streak, staying up late every night to find out if the A's won yet another game.
In 2003, we moved back to the Bay Area so that Chris could attend law school at UC Hastings. Law school is an all-consuming kind of thing and it was soon pretty clear that I'd need to add a hobby to fill my time when he was studying in the evening and on weekends. There was a new blog network called MVN that put a call out for writers. We had just returned from spring training in 2004 and Chris encouraged me to try out for the spot. I didn't think I had much of shot, but I was one of two writers they picked to write about the A's.
Suddenly, all of the rambling thoughts I shared with Chris over the years about the A's had another audience. A few months later, I was approached by what was then called The Insiders and later became known as Scout to take over their fledgling A's site. This wasn't a blog but a subscription-based news site where I would have to cover games in person and focus on player development rather than the big league team. I wasn't sure I could do it. Chris encouraged me. "I'll help you," he said. "I'll take photos."
And so began OaklandClubhouse — a name he created — which, until our first son was born in 2010, was our baby. During the regular season, we would spend two weekends a month driving to Stockton or Sacramento to cover Ports and River Cats games. We also would go down to Phoenix every year for a few days of spring training. We were always a team — me with my recorder and him with his camera. I would write thousands of articles at Scout, but I was always the most proud of the photo galleries I put together of his shoots at those games.
Over the years, it became harder for us to cover games together as the demands of his job increased and we had to balance the schedules for our kids with their soccer games and Boy Scout meetings. The last game we covered together was in Sacramento last season when the Sounds came to visit the River Cats. We hadn't been to Sacramento often since the A's had lost their affiliation there, so it was a nice opportunity for us to catch up with guys like Johnny Doskow and Gabe Ross whom we had worked with so closely in the early days of the site.
It was around that time that I had left Scout and took OaklandClubhouse out on its own. It was never going to be a moneymaker without a network affiliation behind it, but Chris encouraged me to keep it going regardless, knowing how much of myself I had put into the site over the years. He also encouraged me to reach out to the folks at The Athletic when it was announced they were launching a Bay Area vertical. He was so proud of his wife, the sportswriter.
Chris wasn't diagnosed with angiosarcoma — an extremely rare and aggressive cancer that attacks the lining of the blood vessels — until June, but he began experiencing debilitating pain in his back and later his hip in December. We thought he had a torn labrum in his hip, but cortisone shots and rehab weren't working. As it turned out, the pain was from a tumor. Despite his pain, he still coached our youngest son's T-ball team this spring. Since our boys were old enough to play sports, he was always "Coach Chris," coaching their baseball and soccer teams. Kids loved him and he loved organizing practices and encouraging them during games. He had a lot of clipboards.
While he was sick this summer, we spent a lot of time watching A's games both in the hospital and during the brief few weeks he was able to be home. He took a lot of inspiration from their comeback style of play this summer, but I think mostly it was a way for us to share something that took our minds off of his diagnosis, much the same way the Giambi trade took the edge off of pre-wedding jitters.
Chris was the most logical person I ever met. If there was a way to get from Point A to Point B, he'd find the most efficient route. I may get from Point A to Point B, but there will be a lot of stops and turns along the way. One of the things he found most amusing about me was how superstitious I am. He loved telling people about how his crazy wife used to wait in the morning in D.C. to watch the scores on ESPN's Bottomline to see if the A's won the night before, and how mad I got if he told me first who won because it was unlucky.
On Wednesday night, while I lay trying to think of anything but the worst loss of my life, I went to my MLB At Bat app to check the day's scores. It wouldn't load. Somehow, I like to think that's his way of saying, "I'm still here."
Christopher Robert Lockard died on Aug. 15, 2018. He was 41 years old. He is survived by his wife, two wonderful boys, his parents, his brother, and a whole world of people who will miss him forever.
Melissa Levie Lockard '00 is a Staff Writer/Editor at The Athletic Bay Area. She focuses her coverage on professional baseball.
Reprinted with permission of The Athletic