I only know that Dana came down with a mysterious illness and was flown to Tehran for treatment, where she passed away within a couple of days. She was full of life and laughter and I'll remember her always. I wish I knew more details, but perhaps someone else can fill those in.
Dear Chris - you were such a fun, embracing person. You enjoyed pop songs from Indian movies. I remember you and Rick Miller playing on sitar and tabla for an Indian festival day at school. You were great. Thanks.
From Molly Alexander on June 21st, 2017
Remember the 4 of us? You, Peggy, Tom, and me. You taught me so much, Bunder, about life and how to push forward.
A really fun and wonderful person -- I miss the jokes and random emails Margie used to send to my work email inbox. I only became acquainted through the AISK.org site and never met her in person. A sad loss ---
From vickie owens on June 28th, 2012
Really sorry to hear about Margery's passing. I'm not sure where she lived at the time of her passing, but would like to read her obituary. As aways, my thoughts and prayers are with her family. Now she can reunite with other alumni in the great reunion place.
From Karen Hudson Samuels on May 20th, 2014
I am just learning of Margery's passing, so sad. We were best of friends; she lived right behind our house. Guess I was lucky to see at the reunion way back in San Antonio. RIP.
We were so close in high School! If I could have found you later I would have married you. I wish i could have been there for you when you became so depressed you commited suicide. It was so needless...but i know you are enjoying the wonder of heaven and that we will meet again in the hereafter.
Michael Foster - extravagant history teacher - lover of all things art. To visit his home was to visit a treasury of his love - art hanging on all the walls and historical military figures throughtout his home. He was a patron to art causes in his hometown of Astoria Oregon.
Michael was a truly gifted and unique individual. His wit, intellect and gentle (mostly) determination as a teacher had a lot to do with how I learned to be a "Human". I first met him when he was in college, circa 1959 or '60 when he was the sole caretaker at Fort Clatsop, before it became a National Monument. He visited us in Jordan before we, and he, went to Kabul. I only experienced Michael as a teacher during the last few months I lived in Afghanistan. To say that I had a "rude awakening" and that I found his class "challenging" would not be sufficient! His field trips were many and always full of both fun and wisdom. Does anyone remember Herat, Ghazni (with "tinkle stops") and Nepal? I was with him in Kashmir when MLK was assassinated and we spent hours talking about it while relaxing in a houseboat on Dal Lake.
Because we took our home leave in Oregon, not far from Michael's home, we became friends with his sister, his parents and even several cousins. I stayed at his house in Astoria just before showing up at college in Portland. We made blackberry jam under the expert guidance of his mom.
He spent most of his salary in Kabul on antiques, which he could spot with an unerring eye. That, plus smart investments, allowed him to open an antique shop in Astoria, to finance his mansion on the hill, and to become a leading member of the Oregon Art Commission, a Director of several well known corporations, and a beloved member of the community of Astoria. I am STILL meeting people from Astoria that knew Michael from Astoria High, his shop and his other ventures in the Life After Kabul.
Just a few years ago, despite infirmity and oncoming age, he designed and executed a wonderful display of my mother's life at her Memorial. For that I will always be grateful.
Michael never had children of his own. If genius is genetic, we are all much poorer for his passing. In another way, we are ALL his children, whether we knew him in Kabul, Astoria or elsewhere. We are much the richer for having known this amazing man.
Lisa was my girlfriend before I understood that the most important part of that concept is the part about being Friends. I was able to reconnect and make amends for my errors while she was healthy, happy and enjoying her life in Spokane. I got to know her daughter Jamie, who has become a true gem in her own right.
i will always consider Lisa to be "the one that got away". If there is a heaven, and I'm lucky enough to be admitted, I know Lisa will be there, too. If reincarnation is possible, I fervently wish that I will be lucky enough to live a life graced with her presence again.
Bill 'Coach' Heim was a talented athlete, coach and mentor who understood that the young people of AISK needed more than PE instruction, but also leadership, mentoring and an open mind. It was a difficult time for Coach in 1972-73 but he was there for those who sought him out. I learned an awful lot about putting in the work from Coach, and I was not alone. Years later, in early 1999 I found him teaching in the Bay Area and met him for an evening, mostly to say thanks. I'm happy I saw him again, as an adult, and was able to acknowledge his contributions.
Raja was a loving son to his parents and great brother to his sisters and a dear friend to his many friends and loved by all that met him. He went to college in Twin Falls, ID and then went back to India and had a wonderful job and friends who felt proud to call him friend. He sadly died riding his motorbike one night at the age of 23 as always high on life and cheerful and happy. We miss him greatly and cherish his memories.
I remember Paula so well. She was stunning, full of life. I remember I arrived at school as usual in the morning only to learn about the devastating fatal road accident that Paula had had the night before, and that too on the road that led to our school ..... at our ages, death was not something we associated with ourselves or our friends and school mates... We had a memorial service for Paula at school and for that day, the school was over. Memories of Paula and how we lost her will stay stay with me, as being the single most traumatic
e xperience I had had till that age. God bless you Paula, and may your family stay blessed.
From mukesh murara on February 5th, 2014
as per hindu religion we believe in reincarnation i am sure she is back with us in one form or the other
From gary lanza on November 9th, 2014
Paula was a very sweet girl and everyone liked her. We were good friends and when i heard the news i was devistaded. I couldnt believe she was no longer with us. To this day i always think of her.
From Molly Alexander on January 28th, 2015
We lost Paola and her cheerful smile on May 8, 1974. After returning to Kabul from the hospital in Weisbaden, Germany, my Mom took me to the foreigner's cemetary where Paola was temporarily buried. I laid flowers on her grave and sat there for a long time. Paola is in my heart forever.
From Dragan Majdanac on April 19th, 2015
To my dear friend Paola from Damascus, you're always in a certain way in my thoughts. What else is there to say now but that I always remember you.
From Saied Assef on May 29th, 2017
I remember May 7, 1973 too well. I was spending the night at Chris Brown's house on Dar-ul-aman when we heard a big noise outside. Chris and I rushed outside to find our friends Molly Alexander, Laurie Fleihr, and Paula Onori each thrown from the car and severly injured. The abject terror of that moment has remained with me for ever. Unfortunately Paula's injuries were too severe and we lost her. She was a beautiful fun loving girl that was lost before her life had blossomed. Her loss was so tragic for all who knew her.
From Tim Old on October 12th, 2017
Paula (Paola) and I became friends at the Interschool Meet in Lahore in 1972 ,I was a student at M.C.S. in Murree Pakistan she was a special person , I remember her laughter,how full of life she was. We were going to meet again at the next school meet, sadly that could not happen. As you can see all these years later she still lives with me in my memories. You were so sweet to me pretty girl. I miss you still and think of you often.
Father Panigati exemplified the best of the human spirit both as a person and a Catholic priest.
From John Fort on December 14th, 2013
Father Panigati taught me some Latin but more wisdom. If anyone is in heaven it is Father Panigato.
From Jo Asnani on November 24th, 2014
Fondly remember Fr. Panigati from the days when he headed the small catholic school in Kabul, where I was a student. So kind and selfless a soul was he. RIP Fr. Panigati. Some of the best lessons I have learnt in "Being Humane" I have learnt from in you. Thank you dear Fr. Panifati
From Anne Lee on January 10th, 2017
I taught in AISK in 1980 when Father Panigati was also teaching there. He taught my second son math. He was a kind, gentle and compassionate person, with an amazing gift for languages, and for making people feel comfortable and at home with him. He was very hospitable and loved to invite people to his home and cook 'spaghettis' or 'raviolis' for them.
In loving memory of my brother Sam, who left us way too soon. His zest for life and his ready wit were always apparent, and his days in Afghanistan were among the happiest of his life. He was a wonderful brother, a caring father, and a friend to many. He is sorely missed.
Just getting around to this.... I never laughed so much (and still do) when you made "chicken Sandwiches" out of the un-hatched eggs in Gillette's Bio Class and handed them out to the underclassboys/girls..... Mayo included with the beaks and chicken legs sticking out of the margins of the crust of the bread!!!
My brother Fahim Sani aka Butch, passed away, but remains warm in our hearts. He was a hell of a guy, warm and friendly. Butch was the class of 1973 and graduated from AISK. Amongst his best friends in school were Manjeet Singh, Mukesh Murrara. Butch was a wonderful sportsperson so was quite popular with Mr. Heim, our PE teacher, and also Dr Richard Krajczar.mi,have posted his photographs in the AISK Album
Peggy was a life force in Kabul - all who knew her knew Peggy to be straight forward, no nonsense and full of fun. She was sister to Bob and Tom Hooper. She married right out of high school and was an RN during her adult life. God rest her soul.
You were so warm and friendly on my first day of school at AISK. Remember when Dave and I drove from Duluth to Fargo to visit you at the University of North Dakota? We talked and partied in your dorm room until early morning. I think of you often, especially on our shared birthday.