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St. Anthony's High School

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Class of 1968

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Life Story of ....

Paul Lafranchise

 

Dear St. Anthony's Classmates:

 

Perhaps you remember me; I went to St. Anthony's grade school with many of

you in 7th and 8th grade. This past summer I received a letter from Tom Reed

wondering if the Paul Lafranchise at my address was the same one who went to

St. A's in the 1960's, since there couldn't be that many people in the world

with that name. Thanks Tom for putting me back in touch with all of you.

 

After reading some of your very interesting bios on the reunion web site (TG

your's was especially well written) I thought I'd give you a brief update on

my last 35 or so years. It took me so long to finally do this because I have

7 children (more about them later), I'm a trial lawyer by profession and

trials and judges wait for no man, and shortly after Tom wrote me I switched

firms, causing me to have to spend even more time keeping all the clients I

took with me happy.

 

In 1964 I left D.C. for the Maryknoll Seminary in Clarks Summit, PA, outside

Scranton. I lasted there two years before the school closed and they offered

us a transfer to one of their other two seminaries, in Glen Elen, IL,

outside Chicago, and Mt. View, near Palo Alto, CA.

 

Instead I transfered to Gonzaga where I had a lackluster career academically

but did manage to learn how to drink beer. From there no school would have

me so I decided to join the Army. My grandfather "Pappy" Merkle thought

college would be a better option than the Viet Nam war so he took me to PGCC

and "helped" me enroll. After two years there I transfered to Catholic

University, largely on the recommendation of Dr. Cain, the Dean of the

School of Arts and Sciences then. I owe him a great deal of gratitude for

taking a chance on me.

 

Because I still considered being a priest, I majored in Philosophy at CU, a

subject Aristotle said should be taken up only when one reaches 50 years

old. Now that I'm 50 I tend to agree since it didn't do me much good then.

 

My mom worked for the university so I received free tuition but in exchange

my parents had me turn over to them the wages I earned working 2 to 4 days a

week as a roofer for a company my brother Johnny married into. Naturally

this caused some friction in our relationship, but they did give me $20 per

week spending money.

 

In 1971, after one year at CU, I went to Spain for summer school with a

conservative group, some of whom eventually formed Christendom College in

Front Royal, VA. In San Lorenzo del Escorial (St. Lawrence of the Trash Heap

is the translation I'm told) I am eternally grateful to say I met Mary

Frances Walsh from Camarillo, CA. Eventually we got married (but more on

that below.)

 

After the summer ended I went back to CU, and Mary went back to Mount St.

Mary's in L.A. When she graduated a year later as a nurse she moved to

Georgetown and worked at the hospital there. When I didn't propose after a

year, she moved back to California. I graduated from CU in 1974 (on the 6

year plan) and went to Graduate School in Philosophy at CU. At a Christmas

party in 1974 I saw Jaffe Dickerson's mother who told me Jaffe was a lawyer

and living in California. This changed my life; I figured if Dickerson can

do it, so can I.

 

I managed to get accepted to the School of Law at the University of Georgia

(which beat Tennessee last night I might add). I concentrated in labor and

employment law. Athens was and is a fun place to live and study and I had a

great time there, graduating last in my class in 1978, after being kicked

out for bad grades in 1977 and talking my way back in by one vote of the

full faculty (at least that's what they told me.) Former Secretary of State

Dean Rusk taught international law there at the time and one night at a

cocktail party I got up the nerve to ask him a lot of questions about Viet

Nam, which he politely, patiently, and very eloquently explaned was an

effort to draw a line in the sand and to make a stand against communism.

 

In 1978 I returned to D.C. as a new "Attorney Advisor" for the U.S.

Occupational Safety and Health Review Commission, a job you could sleep walk

through while wearing a three piece suit. Nevertheless they did agree to pay

my way through Georgetown Law School for an advanced degree in labor and

employment law. I started in January 1979.

 

In February 1979 Mary and I were married. After she left D.C in 1974 she

spent some time as a volunteer on a Navajo Indian reservation in Arizona,

and then spent 3 years in Kenya, Africa as a nurse with the Lay Mission

Helpers of the Archdiocese of Los Angeles. During my three years in Georgia,

Mary was in Africa. When I graduated and got my first job in the fall of

1978 I called her, visited her in Lancaster CA, where her family had moved,

and proposed during that Christmas 1978 visit. We were married in Camarillo

on February 3, 1979.

 

Approximately 9 months and a day later (December 21) our son Andrew was

born. He'll be 21 in December. He is currently in computers in the U.S.

Marine Corps as a Corporal at Camp Pendleton, CA. He has a part time job in

a bike shop and spends his off time competing in mountain bike races, and in

surfing and snowboarding. (I wish I was 20 again, sometimes.) Anyone who

knows a corporation that wants to sponsor a Marine mountain biker, please

email me.

 

Ann is 18 and a freshman at the University of California at Irvine in the

Information and Computer Science Department. As my wife told me the other

day, they help you apply, get them accepted, and pay for college but they

don't tell you how to say good-bye. She's on the women's crew team and we

hope she can pull it all off.

 

Laura is 16 and a junior at a new public H.S. that just opened near our home

in hot, dusty Bakersfield, CA, a town made "famous" by Steinbeck's Grapes of

Wrath. It was to Kern County that the so-called "Oakies" went when they left

Oklahoma, Texas, and Arkansas during the dust bowl days of the 1930's.

Anyway she is a champion diver and excellent student so we hope she can go

to the U. of Cal. too.

 

Julia is a freshman at the same school, another good student, and a very

good basketball player. She's short like her dad so she plays point guard.

 

Peter is new to Middle School, in the 7th grade, a good student, and caught

his first pass yesterday in his first season of tackle football. He's also a

heck of a drummer in the band.

 

Theresa is in 5th grade, a good student (though she and I struggle with her

math homework every school night), and preparing for her 4th performance in

the local nutcracker ballet this Christmas. She's worked her way up from

soldier, to mouse, to officer, to party guest. I forgot what she'll be this

year.

 

Lucy is in first grade (Mary and I just found out what was causing all these

kids the other day), takes gymnastics, and is reading at a second grade

level. She's everyone's favorite in the family and seems to take the

attention well, though she is mature beyond her years because of the

influences of so many teen-agers going on 30.

 

Just to wrap this up, Mary and I left D.C. after I graduated from Georgetown

and moved to Ventura to live with her 90 year old grandfather while I worked

for the feds in Santa Barbara and struggled to pass the California Bar exam.

Two years later, in 1986, we moved to Salinas, in Monterrey County

(Steinbeck's home town coincidently) where I was on loan from the feds to

the state of California, working for the Agricultural Labor Relations Board.

My duties consisted mostly of pursuing ranchers and unions so they'd pay

fines and penalties for unfair labor practices. I learned a lot about rural

California and how some people live (under bridges, in gullys) so they can

plant and harvest our vegetables and fruit.

 

If you ever make it to Salinas, the artichokes and lettuce are unlike any

other.

 

In 1986 I passed the California Bar exam and was hired by a law firm in

Bakersfield, a place where we could afford our first home. By this time we

had 4 children. Bakersfield's at the bottom of the central San Joaquin

Valley, which is hundreds of miles long and scores of miles across, and

where most of America's winter crops come from. We have two planting seasons

here because of the mild winters; summers are brutally hot but dry. Besides

ag, we are famous for oil production, the Kern River Field being one of the

biggest finds ever.

 

I spent 14 years at my old firm, defending employers and

supervisors/managers in wrongful termination, sexual harassment, and

employment discrimination lawsuits in state and federal courts in

California. In July I moved to a smaller firm made up of expatriates from

the old firm. It's a better deal as well. To reach me at work email me at

plafranchise@lebeauthelen.com. At home I'm at paulafr@igalaxy.net. I would

really like to hear from each and every one of you to catch up on the last

few decades.

 

We learned at Mass today that Mary and I are in that 10% of American

marriages where the husband is the sole breadwinner and the wife is a stay

at home mother and spouse. We did this on purpose 21 years ago because we

wanted our kids to have a mom to come home to after school. We are fortunate

we could afford to do it, although it has been a sacrifice giving up her

nurse's salary all these years. Mary and I are 50 this year (as I imagine

are most of you), still married, still Catholic and weekly if not sometimes

daily communicants, and still struggling to raise our children is today's

environment. (Remember our 8th grade graduation when we sang "Kids! What's

the matter with kids today?") When I recall some of the boneheaded things

I've done in my life (and I apologize to each of you if I ever offended any

of you) I can't be too hard on them.

 

I look forward to future emails and a visit if your wanderlust takes you out

this way - 2 hours straight north of L.A.

 

Paul

 

 

 
 
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October 10, 2000