Donald A. Terry

I met Don when he was co-teaching a class at CSUF and drove a shiny white Corvette. Although he was quite a bit older than me, we became good friends. Malvern was the clubhouse, always a good time with a fun, interesting assortment of people popping by. Most didn’t understand how Don and I remained friends because we never agreed on anything. It was like I was his kid sister and he was the older brother. We never got angry, never hurt one another’s feelings, but neither of us would ever concede a point. So, this is my chance to finally have the advantage on him! When his lovely mother Agatha came down from SP, she understood right away that Don and I enjoyed intellectually sparring. I liked her. She was cool. Her son and his friends were always gentlemen, treating me with kindness and respect. Don was a good guy and associated with good people. He had a kind heart, too. I remember he once helped a friend by letting him live in his home so he could get back on his feet. In the obit, I recognize the name Mike Standley. I think it was Mike who worked as a rep for Altech. When he landed a big position at Maxell, Don was thrilled for him. I was happy about it, too, because Mike gifted Don and I with a bunch of cassette tapes. As a struggling college kid, that was a big deal to me. Don was also cordial to my college friends. When I got married, he and I remained in touch, but eventually lost touch when I moved away, so I never knew he married. I know his wife is a smart, sweet, beautiful lady. Julie, my heart breaks for your loss. I’m grateful that he found you and that you loved his good heart, his sense of humor and clever personality. I'm proud to have been a member of Don's posse. When any of his friends cross over, we know there’ll be a party in the Big Clubhouse and he'll be at the center of it! See you on the other side, Dondi!

For 27 years, Don and Julie were my cool neighbors with the coolest cars. My dream car was always a yellow Corvette and it made my day-so many times-to see that sweet ride-and the others-rumble down our beautiful block in Fullerton. Godspeed, Neighbor Don.

Don and I would run in to each other at Phi Sig functions. He seemed to have a close relationship with several of my fraternity brothers at CSFU. I kept thinking who is this Delta Chi and why was he at our parties. After many years of seeing him I realized that he was a good guy and should have been a Phi Sig. We were never very close but I think we were going our separate ways and just did not become better friends. My mistake. I should have made more of an effort. RIP Don. You will be missed.