With injured All-City forward D’Andre Bell still on the bench, the Palisades High boys’ varsity basketball team has had to learn how to compete without him over the Winter Break. The Dolphins finished 0-3 in the Top of the World Tournament at Cerritos College on Christmas week, losing to Southern Section powerhouses Verbum Dei, Dominguez and Long Beach Jordan. But Pali recovered to post a respectable 2-2 mark at last week’s Torrey Pines Classic in San Diego. After a 68-53 loss to San Diego University (despite 18 points from Carl Robertson), the Dolphins bounced back with a 60-49 victory over Simi Valley, led by point guard Corey Counts’ 21 points. Bell, who is bound for Georgia Tech, saw his first action of the season in last Thursday’s 48-42 victory over Torrey Pines, scoring a team-high 11 points. Palisades (4-9) opens Western League play next Wednesday at perennial City contender Westchester. Ronda Crowley’s varsity girls’ team was also busy over Winter Break. The Dolphins went 1-3 at the Nike Tournament of Champions in Chandler, Arizona, losing to Niwot of Colorado, Long Beach Millikan and San Leandro and posting a 33-30 victory over one of the host schools, Basha. After Christmas, Palisades was back on the court, this time in Antioch, California, for the West Coast Jamboree, where it lost its first two games to Oakland Fremont and Rancho Cucamonga Los Osos before rebounding to beat Dimond of Anchorage, Alaska, 54-51. The Dolphins host Westchester in their Western league opener next Wednesday.
Lewis: ‘Player of the Century’
Life is fulfilling when you’re doing something you love. No one knows that better than Palisadian Herb Lewis, who was recently chosen ‘Player of the Century’ for the Los Angeles Dodgers’ Adult Baseball Camp in Vero Beach, Florida. ‘I’ve always loved the game,’ says Lewis, a resident of Castellammare for 38 years. ‘I played in high school, I played in the Army, I played pick-up games whenever I could. No matter where I was I made sure I had my glove and a pair of spikes handy.’ Lewis will turn 90 on June 1 but he still runs the bases himself and he is still a capable fielder in the most physically demanding positions’short stop and second base. His latest trophy, which he says had to be shipped because it was ‘too heavy to carry back’ is but his latest honor. He is already enshrined in the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York, as the oldest active player in the United States and, of course, he’s in the Hall of Fame at Dodgertown, too, where he gets reunited every year with some of the Dodgers’ all-time greats like Dusty Baker and Bill Russell. ‘I thought my playing days were over when I had a heart attack right on the field when I was 40,’ Lewis recalls. ‘It was a hot day in the middle of August and here I was trying to turn a double play and I had base runners knocking me into center field.’ One of 45,000 people nationwide involved in Men’s Senior League Baseball, Lewis gets as excited about his Sunday afternoon games as a kid playing little league. ‘I love being out there and I hate it when we’re rained out,’ he says. ‘There’s no place I’d rather be.’ Lewis claims his wife of 63 years, Anne, encouraged him to attend his first Dodger Adult Baseball Camp 17 years ago after reading about it in the newspaper. Though he had just undergone quadruple bypass surgery and had not touched a baseball in 32 years, Lewis passed a physical and was cleared by his doctor to play. ‘Baseball has been my husband’s fountain of youth,’ says Anne, who has performed in numerous plays at Theatre Palisades, most recently as the lead role in Driving Miss Daisy. ‘All of the younger players call him Herbie. He’s their inspiration because they know if he can play as long as he has then they can too.’
Ann Cattell Johnson, 87
Pacific Palisades resident Ann Cattell Johnson, an occupational therapist for 60 years and a sculptor, has passed away at the age of 87. Born in Western Springs, Illinois, to a Chicago industrialist and a theatre actress/director who started the Theatre of Western Springs in 1929, Ann was the last surviving member of the Cattells, her immediate family. The family’s fortunes changed significantly during the Depression, but Ann had childhood arthritis and, despite the expense, was sent to Arizona for a cure. She outgrew the disease and stayed, falling in love with the Southwest. She began her studies at the University of Arizona in visual art and occupational therapy and finished them at USC with a master’s of science. Her first job as an occupational therapist was in Santa Barbara, where she met her husband-to-be, James (Jimmy) Johnson. He had returned from the war and was working at Disney Studios where he flourished for 37 years, ultimately as head of Walt Disney Records and Music. Ann continued her career in OT, specializing in victims of cerebral palsy and in art that heals, encouraging some of her patients to start careers in the arts’visual and literature’themselves. During this period, she had four children, the third of whom, Gina, was autistic. The Johnsons became active in the issues and politics of California’s mental health system, and started the nonprofit organization Parents and Friends of Mentally Ill Children, which used satellite homes and foster parents to wean mentally ill children from hospital settings and back into healthy, lively foster homes of four to six children. In the meantime, Ann was specializing in cerebral palsy OT for very young (infants to 3 years old). Working with Swiss specialist Anne Muller and Palisadian Dr. Margaret Jones at UCLA Medical Center, she helped develop groundbreaking new ways to work with these young patients’some of which are still used today. Ann’s daughter Gina passed away in 1973, her husband Jimmy in 1976. In 1980, she met Hughes chief scientist Eugene Grant. With his love and help in engineering some of her more difficult metal sculptures, she created an impressive body of abstract work, from huge hanging mobiles to small standing sculptures. They moved to the Palisades to be closer to her brother, David, who had lived here for nearly 50 years. Ann’s career as an OT lasted 60 years. She retired in 2001, and continued to devote herself to her loves’Gene Grant, her children and grandchildren, hiking, Great Danes, traveling, and vigorous ocean swimming. She and Gene sailed down the Nile in a felucca, cruised the Galapagos Islands in a yacht, snorkeled the kelp beds of the California coastal islands from Gene’s boat Circe, and took many motoring tours through the western states. With her niece she took a camel safari through Algeria. She was a member of the Palisades AARP chapter since its inception, and active in the Palisades Art Association. Ann is survived by her loving mate Gene; children, Glenys Johnson of Sebastopol, California, Grey Johnson of Nyack, New York, and Gennifer Choldenko of Tiburon, California; and grandchildren Ian and Kai Brown and Georgiana and Madeleine Johnson. A memorial service will be held at 1 p.m. on February 20 at her home. Please throw a shell in the Pacific Ocean to remember her. Memorial donations can be sent to the Autism Research Institute, 4182 Adams Ave., San Diego, CA 92116.
Paul Richard Beck, 76; A Man of Many Talents
Paul Richard Beck passed away suddenly on the evening of December 26 at Santa Monica/UCLA Medical Center. He was 76. Born in Los Angeles, Beck was the only child of Dave and Betty Beck. In fact, he was Adohr Milk’s ‘Adorable Baby’ winner of 1935. His father was proprietor of Dave Beck Auto Parts, where Paul learned not only about the business but also about keeping his word. Later on in his business life his nickname was Honest Paul Beck. As a child, Paul set up a lemonade stand and at the end of the day said to his parents, ‘Wow, look at the money I made.’ His parents responded: ‘Oh, what about the lemons and the sugar you used?’ It was their gentle reminder of the meaning of overhead. Other than the automotive business, Beck was known in many fields, ranging from being a writer for old radio shows such as ‘Amos ‘n’ Andy’ to real estate investor, importer/ exporter and inventor. He was also the talent agent for George Chakaris when he won the 1961 Oscar for best supporting actor in ‘West Side Story.’ Paul made friends wherever he went and was known for his kindness, charity, unique sense of humor and his ‘Marco Polo’ international love of languages and of all people, animals, nature and art. He always offered good advice, according to his wife Delanie, who credits him for her business success. ‘His streetwise common sense was handed down from his years of honest business experience,’ Delanie said, ‘and in remembering that the customer is always right.’ Now a real estate agent in Beverly Hills, Delanie worked for years in the Palisades for Fred Sands, Prudential and Coldwell Banker. Paul enjoyed his associations in the Palisades, and loved to meet friends’including his American Legion buddies’at the venerable House of Lee on Sunset. He spent a good part of his later years successfully developing a new fan belt design that can be quickly and easily fabricated on site for any application or size, eliminating the need for an inventory of multiple-sized belts. Beck is survived by his wife, R. Eve Delanie Bryant-Beck of Malibu. Services are scheduled for Friday, January 7, 1 p.m. at Gates, Kingsley and Gates, 1925 Arizona in Santa Monica. A remembrance of his life is planned at Duke’s Restaurant in Malibu later this month.
Dayle Collup, Engineer
Dayle O. Collup, a retired aerospace engineer who lived in Pacific Palisades for 49 years, died December 25 at his home after a short illness. He was 84. Born August 5, 1920 in Fort Worth, Texas, he was a son of the late Fred and Olive Collup. He graduated in 1942 from the University of Oklahoma, where he met his wife Enid McMahan. They were married May 9, 1942 in Washington, D. C. After serving in the U. S. Navy in World War II, Collup worked in civilian defense department jobs. He joined Hughes Aircraft Corp. in 1954, where he worked for 27 years as an engineer and executive in the Radar Systems Group before retiring in 1981. He was a member of the California Yacht Club in Marina del Rey, and of various ham radio, engineering and boating organizations. In addition to his wife of 62 years, he is survived by a daughter, Carol Ann Collup Currier (husband Chet) of Darien, Connecticut, and two grandchildren, Dana Lynne Currier of Chicago and Craig Andrew Currier of Kingston, R.I. He was predeceased by his twin brother, Doyle. Interment will be private. Plans for a memorial service will be announced at a later date. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to hospice care agency Vitas Healthcare Corp. of California, 16030 Ventura Blvd., Suite 600, Encino, CA 91436.
Edmund Brunner, Rand Economist
Edmund Brunner, Jr., an economist who lived in Pacific Palisades from 1961 until 1999, died after a long and interesting life on December 18 in Santa Barbara. He was 91. Born in Richlandtown, Pennsylvania, Brunner graduated from Dartmouth College with a degree in economics in 1935. After working for the U.S. Department of Agriculture, he completed his MA in economics at Columbia University in 1940. Ed was a Brookings Fellow for two years before joining the U.S. Department of Labor. In 1942 he became an Intelligence Specialist for the Air Force, and served in Asia during World War II. Following the war, Ed worked for governmental and nonprofit agencies where he specialized in national defense cost-benefit and other economic analyses. He was employed by the Air Force Intelligence Service and the Institute for Defense Analysis. He then joined The Rand Corporation in 1961, where he was associate head of the economics department and program manager of mid-east studies on behalf of the Ford Foundation. He retired in 1986. Ed was a truly compassionate, principled man, with a wry sense of humor and a love of language. To the end he lived according to his creed: ‘Never surrender.’ He will be keenly missed. The love of his life, Gerti Landauer, whom he married in 1948, predeceased him. He is survived by his three children Naomi Hentschel (Craig), Ruth Green (David), Seth Brunner (Linda Clebenger) and six grandchildren. Memorial services will be held January 16 at 3 p.m. at the Palisades Woman’s Club, 901 Haverford. Send donations in his memory to Doctors Without Borders, P.O. Box 1856, Merrifield, VA 22116-8056.
Alice Mabel Moore; Founded a Travel Agency in Palisades
Alice Mabel Moore, a beloved wife, mother and grandmother who gave much joy, passed away peacefully on December 28 at her home in Castellammare with family and friends around her. She was 88. Born in Worcester, England, on March 11, 1916, Mabel (as she was known) moved to the Palisades in 1953. She founded Travelmoore travel agency on Antioch in 1967 and ran it for over 22 years. She was a docent at the Getty Villa in the Palisades for 10 years after retiring from her business. In addition, she belonged to the Palisades Garden Club, the Historical Society, the Lady Bugs, the Palisades Woman’s Club and the Palisadians. She contributed generously to numerous local and international organizations. Her husbands, Raymond Stuart-Williams and Commander John T. Moore, preceded her in death. She is survived by two children, Anne Stuart-Williams Ahmed and Digby Stuart-Williams, and two grandchildren, Carny Ray Stuart-Williams and Dylan Andrew Stuart-Williams. A memorial service was held at St. Matthew’s Church on January 2. Donations to funds for tsunami victims are requested in lieu of flowers.
Raymond Bradley Memorial Set For Saturday, January 8
Raymond G Bradley died peacefully in his sleep at home in the Palisades on New Year’s morning, three days before his 91st birthday. Funeral services will be held at Corpus Christi Church, Carey St. at Sunset, on Saturday, January 8 at 2 p.m. The reception at the home of daughter Debbie and son-in-law Greg Schem will follow. In lieu of flowers, donations to Corpus Christi Church or school or to Alcoholic Anonymous Pacific Palisades may be made in Bradley’s name.
Phyllis Metlen, Piano Teacher
Phyllis Metlen, who with her late husband Marshall Metlen founded the Upper Santa Monica Canyon Homeowners Association, died on November 18. Metlen was known in the community for being a ‘fabulous’ piano teacher who taught scores of children and adults in the conservatory in her front room. A decade ago, the Metlens suffered a follow-home robbery, which was their impetus in starting the homeowners association. The association began providing 24-hour guard service for the adjacent neighborhood, which is a large cul de sac encompassing Kingman, San Lorenzo, Dryad, Alisal, Mesita, Doni, Attilla and Esparta. Metlen is survived by two grown children.
Harold Waterhouse, 94, A Man of Great Passions
(Editor’s note: Harold Waterhouse, a co-Citizen of the Year in 1993, died on December 27 at the age of 94. Born in Pasadena, Harold was a carpenter when he built his own house on Wildomar in 1947, but he spent most of his working years as a film technician for Consolidated Film Industries in Hollywood. He is survived by his wife of 52 years, Edith; his son, Ted of San Luis Obispo; and his brother, Paul of Pasadena. A celebration of Harold’s life will be held in Temescal Canyon later this winter, with details to be announced in the Palisadian-Post.) By LISA SAXON Special to the Palisadian-Post Harold Waterhouse knew he was dying. Still, he never lost his passion for living. A week before he died, he asked his son, Ted, to look into hiring a typist, because Harold wanted to finish an important manuscript but couldn’t get his fingers and that blasted computer keyboard to work in unison. The topic of this manuscript, like hundreds of others Harold wrote over the years, surely was peace’the kind of peace that can be found in a world free of the threat of nuclear warfare, the kind of peace of mind that comes with knowing there is life after death. Harold achieved the latter by embracing the philosophy of the late paleontologist Teilhard de Chardin, who believed that humans have evolved to a point at which their minds will never die and instead go on to become part of a universal Omega. (Please don’t ask me to explain. My husband and I never fully comprehended the complex theory even though Harold never tired of trying to explain it to us in layman’s terms.) Harold never gave up his pursuit of the former, writing letters to Congressmen, presidents, presidential candidates, movie producers, newspaper editors, and neighbors. He had worked hard on California’s nuclear freeze movement during the ’80s and approached the project with renewed enthusiasm’and focus’the last 10 years. He believed that one man could make a difference and that every man had to try to do so. His booming voice, his passion, and his resourcefulness made him a force impossible to ignore’ and a person we count ourselves lucky to have known. One of the defining moments in Harold’s life came during World War II when, during a trans-Atlantic voyage aboard a troopship, he vowed that if he survived the war he would spend the rest of his life working for world peace. An Army grunt, Harold was among troops that landed in Normandy a week or so after D-Day and worked to build airstrips there and throughout Europe. He survived the war and returned to Southern California, where he built his own house in Pacific Palisades and made good on his promise. He joined the United World Federalists, marched against the Vietnam War with his young son, and then campaigned the rest of his life against nuclear weapons. Angrily opposed to the invasion of Iraq, he helped to organize Palisadians for Peace and spent several Sundays manning an information stand at the Swarthmore farmers market. He hand-painted signs, spent hundreds of dollars on photocopies of articles, envelopes and postage stamps, and talked to anyone who would listen. And he made people listen, finding ways to steer conversations about dinner or vacation plans to discussions about peace. Harold’s voice resonated with commitment’and decibels. He could not be ignored. ‘There he goes again,’ Harold’s wife, Edie, often said, punctuating the comment with a gentle laugh. Harold and Edith Waterhouse, our dear neighbors for more than 17 years, had a profound influence on our lives. They helped shape the way we view some political issues’and sunsets. Whenever the sky was putting on a spectacular show, Harold would call and urge us to take a few minutes to look beyond the treetops. We shared more than 1,000 sunsets together, toasting most with a glass of wine while sitting inside the Waterhouse home. We raised our glasses for a final time in late November, a few days before Harold fell and broke his hip. After that ‘wine party,’ Harold asked his caregiver to deliver a copy of a manuscript to our house. We found the 15-page article left in Harold’s usual drop-off spot, the clothes dryer on our service porch. Clipped to the manuscript was a handwritten note from Harold that read: ‘I’m sending this to the Atlantic Monthly in the hope that they’ll publish it as an article. If you have time to read it, you might find some things I should change. Love, Harold’ No revisions are necessary, Harold. The manuscript has a few problems, but the real story’the story of Harold T. Waterhouse’is wonderful. We’re proud to have known the author. (Editor’s note: Lisa and Reed Saxon lived next door to Harold Waterhouse for more than 17 years. He and Edith lovingly referred to their neighbors as ‘their adopted kids.’)
