Donald Peter Cram

I was a classmate of Don's at SOM, class of '88. I did not socialize with him much, but have thought about Don several times over the years, because of one seemingly small incident. Don ran a small sandwich stand at SOM and one time after buying a sandwich I accidentally dropped it, and when I picked up a second and approached him at the cash register to buy it, he explained to me in a very thoughtful tone that he could not charge me full price, as he would not be making that sale if I...

Your contributions to the field of American history on the English Wikipedia will never be forgotten, and continue to inspire me every day.

As a Westhill classmate I remember, yes he was valedictorian of the class, yes he had an amazing day and made his X-country team be Section 3 champions, but mostly he was a different duck who laughed at himself more than anyone else. One example arose around the end of college as we were driving on Route 11 N. of Homer. I pointed out that the hill on the West edge of the valley was incredibly steep. As we came up beside it, he slammed on the breaks, looked at me and said, "I'll race...

I remember Don- -in classes -washing dishes with me after a school event -leaning over the railing of an old spiral, stories-high staircase in a historic building saying, "Let's spit!" -at a French film -at a party -pointing out to me, with pride, the hardwood floors his mother had refinished -in his nyc apartment with the bathtub in the kitchen -at the Met -at a reunion I admired his intelligence and talent. Only when I saw him perform a song and dance from Oklahoma (?) in our...

So terribly saddened to hear of Don's passing. The best part of my high school days - the bike rides to Bob's house to play catch on Parsons Dr. Don was "the quiet" one. The Cram family was terrific. Thoughts, prayers, and great memories.

I was a classmate of Don´s at Cherry Rd. Elementary and Westhill Sr. High and was shocked and saddened to see his obituary. It immediately brought to mind Don´s first day at Cherry Rd.,in what was 5th or 6th grade, when Don showed up in the whitest of white pants I or my classmates had ever seen. Lunch period recess in this era was total mayhem and I remember Don, good natured even then, joyously throwing himself into our game (Kill the guy with ball) not worrying one bit about his not so...