Remembering John Whitaker

John Whitaker, as I first met him, on the other end of the phone.  He was the Tour Director on the 1968 Nixon Presidential Campaign.

Cheers is gone.  We will miss him.  A great American, patriot, father, grandfather, and friend has died at 89.

John Whitaker, whom we all called CHEERS, back in the day, was the voice on the other end of the telephone when Ron first got involved in the campaign of 1968, when Richard Nixon was running for his second try for the presidency of the United States of America. John was involved in the 1960 campaign as well, but we didn't know him then.  Cheers always signed every thing he wrote, with the word, "cheers."  And it stuck.

Years before, he had read a book about Richard Nixon while sitting on a beach.  He was completely caught up in his personality and accomplishments.  He told his wife, Betty, "I have to go to work for this man.  He needs to be President of the United States." Betty was not thrilled with the idea, and she never was as devoted to the president as her husband was.

Election night in November of 1968, at the Waldorf-Astoria, was the first time I got to finally meet the people that Ron had been working closely with for many months.  I knew most of them by their telephone voice and was very excited to finally meet them in person. It was a very long night. The election was too close to call.  We didn't know who had been elected until the next morning.

 Soon after we arrived at the Waldorf, I found myself sitting next to Betty Whitaker, Cheer's wife.  I introduced myself and she said, "Ten G. D. years for this."

I didn't know how to respond.  Perhaps I didn't, because I don't remember saying anything. I was pretty intimidated.  But, now in hindsight it is easy to understand her reaction.  She was raising their five sons by herself and dealing with a husband who was never home.  Presidential campaigns are very hard on those who are left behind.  I'd already had a small  taste of it, but it was still too new and exciting and Ron was really good at keeping me in the loop.  And, I hadn't been dealing with it for a decade like Betty.

We spent a lot of time with John and Betty over the next several years.  We didn't live very far apart in the Maryland suburbs.  Us moms would often come face to face in the Giant grocery store on Seven Locks Road.  We'd gab in the aisles and get caught up.  Betty looked and dressed like an Easterner. She was always sharp and well informed.  Cheers was Eastern too, but in a more rumpled, relaxed sort of way.  Flash forward many years to the Nixon reunion group photos where John, in the front row, wearing white socks, couldn't be missed.

During the horrendously stressful days of Watergate, Cheers had a heart attack.  We were all scared to death.  But our prayers were answered.  He survived and outlived Betty by fifteen years.

Dr. Whitaker and Ron worked together at the Department of Interior, Ron was Director of the National Park Service and John was Under Secretary.  They had a great deal in common and were good pals.  Always a true Nixon loyalist, John helped find the money and the means for the Richard Nixon Presidential Library and Birthplace to become a reality.  Ken Khachigian said of John's help with the RN Library, "His perseverance, devotion and sheer doggedness were critical to creating the momentum that resulted in the successful opening in 1990.  All of it with the good humor and laughter that was the sunshine he brought to our lives."  Well said, Ken.

Ron and I serve on the Clemson University Institute for Parks board, and Ron, as Chairman, asked John to serve on the board with us.  It was great to be able to spend time with him, both in Washington and on the Clemson campus.  It was clear he was not hearing as well anymore, and I would sit next to him and he would ask me what had been said, or proposed, or who was talking?  We both had fun doing that.  Frequently, John would whisper that "Ron runs one helluva good meeting." Ron's proud of that accomplishment and says he learned from the best. Well, I guess so! His teacher was Chief Justice Warren Burger when they both served on the Bicentennial of the Constitution. Our friend, Lynne Cheney was a Commission member as well.

We cherish the good times spent with the Whitaker's. Numerous Washington social events where we were always thrilled to discover they were there too!  A trip to Disneyland, weekends at Camp Hoover, and many a long evening sharing cocktails and talking politics. Politics permeated our worlds.  I called him Cheers, he called me Dearie. I will miss him.

Put A Fork In It . . .

. . . . it's done!

And #1SIL (aka Bourbon Barron Barry McNees) has done it.  Well, at least one end of the Distillery District, "Where History is Brewing" in Lexington, Kentucky is done.  It's hopping with people, cars, exciting venues and great vibes.

Recently, Lynne, Barry, Marja and I had an incredible dinner at Middle Fork Kitchen Bar, named one of the top 100 restaurants in the nation on OPEN TABLE.  It's so popular that reservations are hard to come by, but my connections are the best.  We really did get the only open parking spot anywhere around. Rock Star parking is way too cool.

Readers of a previous blog, know that Barry saw the potential in the Old James Pepper Distillery District, in the shadow of the University of Kentucky campus, where Bourbon was born.  His vision just keeps on getting better and is growing each day, and with each new tenant who wants to be a part of the excitement.  Other businesses at the Middle Fork end of the district are Crank and Boom Ice Cream Lounge, where we had desert, Ethereal Brewing, Break Room, Barrel House Distilling Company, and Kentucky Knows.

This was our appetizer course.  Cheeses, pickles, salts and a candle made of renderings that melted and was sopped up with hunks from  a crusty loaf of bread.  Made me think that was exactly what our fore-mothers did as they made good use of everything the hunters brought home for the family table.


Chef Mark Jensen named his restaurant after two other forks.  His popular mobile food truck was "fork in the road" and his wood and brick establishment embraces the great Elkhorn rivers middle fork that runs nearby.  In Lexington, they call it the town branch, because the town was founded on it way back in 1775.   That's where the drink, Bourbon and Branch, came from.

As the old Pepper area fills with more businesses, we get more and more excited.  An Italian eatery is going into space on the bottom floor of the "five story" where Barry still has his office.  Rumors about boutique hotels and music venues come and go, adding to the anticipation and joy of wondering what tomorrow will bring.

If you plan to be in the area, go on OPEN TABLE and book your spot for an adventurous meal at Middle Fork Kitchen Bar.  You won't be sorry.

Presidential Home, Library and Scarf

Recently Ron and I went back to a special place that we first visited in January of 1973: The LBJ Ranch in the Hill Country of Texas.

President Richard Nixon had named Ron to be the 8th Director of the National Park Service right after his re-election in 1972.  President Johnson had decided he wanted to give his Ranch to the American People . . . . but first he needed to size up the new director, and tell him how he wanted things done.

Ron and I flew from our nation's capitol to Austin and were driven to the Ranch by the Secret Service.  We were really nervous, and sat in the back seat holding hands.  We fully expected to be shown to a guest house and told when the President would like to meet with Ron.  Instead, the driver stopped at the front door and we were told to go inside as everyone was expecting us.  GULP.  As we entered the living room, several people were getting up from a dining room table close by.  Suddenly, this larger than life man, who I had seen on TV most of my adult life, was hugging me, "You must be Anne," he said, "What are you drinking darlin?"  GULP again, but before I could say a word he added that he had Michelob on tap and I managed to tell him that would be perfect.  And, of course it was.

We were to stay in the "Kennedy Bedroom", so called because President and Mrs. John F. Kennedy had stayed there.  It was a cheery, bright yellow room, at the top of the stairs, first door on the right.

For four days, we toured the Ranch and the surrounding area.  The President sat on a log at his boyhood home, and told us about his growing up, in this very place.

 He spent hours giving Ron advice on how to be Director of the National Park Service.  Mrs. Johnson often told him to go rest, but he'd only be gone for a few minutes and then show up to give us yet another gift.  Books, pens, a cowboy hat for Ron and a scarf with the "Wildflowers of Texas" on it for me.

When he found out that we were the parents of three little girls, he invited us to come back as soon as school was over. He told us, several times, "I want those girls to ride my horses, swim in my pool, and see Bird's wildflowers."

We watched the Super Bowl together, and then left to return to Washington.  President Johnson died less than a week later.  Ron and I were his last guests at the Ranch.

Mrs.Johnson honored the invitation the President had extended to our family, and we took our daughters to the LBJ Ranch when school was out.  Mrs. Johnson was a warm and gracious hostess.  The park service was just beginning to bring visitors through the ranch on buses, and each time a bus would go by the house, Mrs. Johnson would jump up, open the front door and wave at the people on the bus.  She'd shout that she was glad they were there, and hope they were enjoying the ranch.  What a thrill that must have been for those early visitors.

And all these years later, Ron and I are honored to represent the Richard Nixon Foundation on the Association of Presidential Libraries.  Larry Temple, Ron's counterpart at the LBJ, hosted the groups meeting this spring.  Thirteen Presidential Libraries are represented.  Soon President Obama's Library, now deciding between two locations in Chicago, will join the group.  The Foundations meet, and then the next day, they are joined by their governmental directors from the National Archives.

On the first morning, we were thrilled to join the tour of the LBJ Ranch.  I wore the wildflower scarf that President Johnson had given me 43 years earlier.  Nobody had seen it before, except Luci Baines Johnson, the Presidents younger daughter, who joined our group and told many wonderful stories about the ranch as their family home.

One very moving story was about the hustle and bustle that went on when they were preparing for President and Mrs. Kennedy's visit.  A pecan pie was in the oven, and the delicious smell added to the festive mood anticipating the visit.  When word came that the President had been killed in Dallas, everyone and everything stopped.  Silence.  Finally, the sobbing cook howled and said, "What are we going to do with the pie?"  Luci told us that everyone in America, at that time, was dealing with their own version of the same question.  What are we going to do with the pie?  And to this day, a ceramic facsimile of a pecan pie sits on the ranch house stove.  Waiting.

At a lovely dinner at the LBJ Library, Luci and I decided that the scarf should be given to Lady Bird's granddaughter and namesake, Claudia, who was about to have her 40th birthday.

                                                My "Texas Wildflower" scarf, the morning
                                            we left for our trip to Austin and the LBJ Ranch

It was an emotional visit, but also a real treat to re-trace our footprints of a special place so many years later.

Today, the Lyndon B. Johnson National Historical Park attracts visitors from all over the world.  The ranch house furnishings are the original ones that the Johnson family used before, during, and after the Johnson White House years.  It's interesting to note that there are telephones EVERYWHERE.  And the television sets are a bank of three; so the President could monitor ABC, CBS and NBC.  Mrs. Johnson would often sneak off to her own room, to watch her favorite program, "Gunsmoke."

The NPS Superintendent at the park is Russ Whitlock.  Larry Temple said he was right out of central casting, cause he looks just like a park service ranger and superintendent should look.  Larry was spot on.  Ron and I enjoyed meeting Russ and all the park service staff.  We have since sent them our pictures and letters, and are proud to add them to the other archival ranch documents.
               

Postscript: I received a lovely note from Luci with many thanks for the special time we shared.  I loved this quote, "It was a joy sitting next to you at dinner at the LBJ Library.  Hearing the story of how you met my parents and your subsequent visit, reminded me just how much the National Park Service family feels like family to generations of Johnson's."

     As she thanked me for the scarf, she said, "Claudia's 40th was a very special family event full of the irreplaceable gifts of precious memories, but no gift meant more than receiving the scarf her grandmother had given you.  Claudia is as sentimental as Daddy was.  She instantly decided to frame your scarf to hang in her bathroom so she will see daily this precious memory of her Nini, through the kindness of a remarkable fiend she has yet to meet."

Remembering Bob Dornan

We recently lost a good friend, a national treasure, and a local celebrity.  Bob Dornan died in Moose, Wyoming on September 3, 2015 at the age of 86.

Bob Dornan was larger than life, even though, or maybe because, he lived most of his life in Moose, Wyoming, at the entrance to the Grand Teton National Park.

DORNANS, as any of  you who have visited us will know, was a Grand Teton National Park, family owned in-holding.  Nestled beside the Snake River, in the shadow of the Grand, it was a special place with rustic cabins, a camp store for supplies, a world class wine shoppe, a bar with a magnificent view, great pizza and soups, and a Chuck Wagon in the summertime where the buffalo burgers and Cowboy stew ruled.  Monday night Hootenanny's in the summer were foot stomping, jam packed, musical happenings that we all loved.

A favorite pastime for us Walkers, was sipping a bloody at the bar and watching for eagles out fishing on the snake river.

Ron and I spent many a happy lunch with old Bob, solving the problems of the world and the National Parks.  He was well informed, profane, irreverent, and funny.  We loved him.  Everyone loved him.  He held court every day, sipping wine and keeping an eye on the business.  He was an astute business man, significant in the way it always turned out that his guests bought lunch and the wine that everyone drank.  Bob knew what he was doing.

The Dornan family homesteaded in 1922.  His father and mother, John P. and Ellen, were the first couple married in the Chapel of the Transfiguration, the same little chapel where our daughter Lynne and her husband, Barry McNees were married.

Bob's father was so good to Ron when he was the 8th Director of the National Park.  He was his friend, his counsel and a great adviser.  Bob never forgot that his Dad and Ron shared such a special bond.  His face would light up with delight whenever we walked in to Dornans.  Happy to see us no matter how busy he was.  What a special greeting he always had for us.  Until this summer . . . . when the first words out of his mouth were, "Ron I'm dying."  That was in mid-July when he had just a few weeks to live.  When his sister-in-law, Tricia hugged me, she whispered, "We are just dealing with this one day at a time."

We had a birthday party for Ron's 70th at the Chuck Wagon.  I was so pleased to see that Richard and Maude Ferry were having dinner with Pat and Bob Dornan.  Here was one of the founders of  the world's largest executive search firm, Korn/Ferry International,  and a guy who'd spent most of his life in little, tiny Moose, enjoying each others company.

                                           Dick Ferry and Bob Dornan at Ron's 70th.

A few weeks ago there was an article in the Jackson Hole News and Guide about Bob giving a wine lecture in Napa Valley, California.  As he walked up to make his presentation, several of the local super sophisticates were tittering softly about the rumpled, round man, wearing a cowboy hat, and sporting a gigantic wad of keys on a belt loop, who was going to talk about fine wines.  Really?  This ought to be good, they thought.  Then the man from Moose started with his words about wines . . . and very soon, the tittering had stopped and the audience was caught up in the interesting and knowledgeable words about the wines of the world.  Dennis Johnson, the long-time manager of the Wine Shoppe at Dornans, often said that he learned all he knows about wines from his friend Bob, and that is a vast amount of knowledge, indeed.

That knowledge, and the often referred to Dornan's Wine Shoppe as the "Best in the West," speaks to just one aspect of Bob Dornan.  He was a pioneer of the recycling efforts in Jackson Hole, personally taking many loads of bottles, cans, and of course, wine bottles, to the recycling center.  He also loved to dance.  He and his wife, Pat, were life long square dancers and recently Bob hosted "Dancing with the Stars" parties.

As news of his illness spread, his many friends came from all over to see him.  Not wanting to miss anyone, and to accommodate them, he put a sign on his front door, "Don't knock.  Just come in, Bob"

Gabrielle Cruz, the darling and very effective Food and Beverage Manager at Jackson Hole Golf and Tennis, also happens to be the special lady in the life of Bob Dornan's grandson.  She choked up when we talked about Bob and said she didn't know how they were going to be able to handle his being sick and dying.  She told us that she never knew her grandfathers, and Bob had been like a grandfather to her for five years.  Our thoughts, prayers, and deepest sympathy are with Dennis, Gabby and all the Dornan family during this very difficult time.

The man from Moose, who made his mark, will be remembered in so many ways.

Happy New Year 2015

A Belated Merry Christmas and Every Good Wish for a Happy New Year!

We wish you the peace and joy of this very special time of year.  Ron and I had such a busy fall travel schedule that we never found a moment to buy a card or mail a gift.  This blog serves as both card and gift to each of you that we hold dear to our hearts.

Blessings were abundant as we welcomed all our family home for the holidays.  Eight of the best of us and four precious dachshund doggies filled our home on the High Mesa with love, laughter, joyous chaos, delicious meals and lots of good cheer!  When one dog barked, the three others joined in and sometimes it really did sound like the Hallelujah Chorus.

Ron continues many activities that proves the fact that he did, and continues to, flunk retirement.  He still serves as the Chairman of the Richard Nixon Foundation.  The hiring of Bill Baribault as the new President has been a real positive influence on all aspects of the Foundation's day to day activities. Bill and his wife Susan are doing a great job and we are  very grateful for them both.  And . . . . very soon we will welcome a new Director to the Federal Archives part of the organization.  That was a long time coming.

We have enjoyed getting to know the good people from the other Presidential Libraries.  The Association of Presidential Libraries meets twice a year - one day spent with the Foundation team and the other spent with the Archivist team.  Our spring meeting will be at the LBJ Library.  Obama's Library (no doubt located in Chicago) will bring the association members to fourteen.

With Cheryl Saremi as his right arm at the Nixon Foundation, I continue to be the administrative assistant, bookkeeper, secretary, travel agent, chief cook and bottle washer wherever "World Headquarters" is located.  Winter it is on the High Mesa in Arizona and summer it is in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  In both beautiful places, I manage to also spend time writing, walking, blogging, quilting, knitting, reading and wondering why the days go by so fast and how I got to be so old.  Life is good and we are blessed.

At our special "little church with a view", the first Sunday after Christmas, visiting Pastor Roger Pierce talked about how many Christmases he has celebrated; 73 for him, and this was the 75th for me.  He said we always say, "Peace on Earth, Goodwill to men."  We say it every year, and yet in our lifetimes, we have never seen the Peace or the Goodwill that we wish for all the people we share our world with.  Religious fanatics continue to hate those who believe differently, city dwellers still hate the cops who dedicate their lives to keeping us safe, way too many people hate anyone who doesn't look or think like them, and it just goes on and on.  It's so sad.  It's so hurtful.  It's so stupid.  I wish I could make it stop and I'm sure you do too.

So we'll just have to keep hoping and wishing and praying!

And . . . it is going to be a beautiful year.  Look what we woke up to on the High Mesa, this very first day of 2015.

With our love, Anne and Ron

One Man's Paint is another Man's Ink

Ron and I spent the weekend before the mid-term elections in Kentucky.  The fall colors and warm, sunny days were delightful. We went to visit our daughter Lynne and her husband, Barry McNees. Near where they live, there is a special place with an interesting history. It's the place where bourbon was born in 1865, in Lexington, close to the University of Kentucky (UK) campus.  Barry is a graduate of UK.

I am very proud of Barry and think he is a remarkable man of vision.  He's also a master craftsman. He can restore beauty to relics and turn sorry looking structures into award winning show-places.  I think that is an amazing gift.

For years, Barry eyed the old, dilapidated, crime ridden, rusting remains of distilleries past that had endured decades of neglect.  He saw potential all around, potential with historic stories to tell.  He envisioned music venues, restaurants, shops, museums, and people hanging out and sipping world-class bourbon again.  He started calling it, "The Lexington Distillery District."  He even persuaded a few investors to join in the fun.

Sometime around 2005, Ron and I got involved as investors. Progress was excruciatingly slow. Partners came and went, some were nice and some not so much. Tenants came and went, some paid their rent on time, some had to be hunted down on the first of every month, and some didn't pay at all. One of the issues even wound up in front of a Judge to be decided.  Barry came out the winner on that one and we all cheered.  One homeless group, camped in the woods, booby trapped their illegal fort with fishhooks festooned in the trees.  In an attempt to reason with them, Barry got a fishhook in his eye.  Over time he has cleaned out more dark and scary places than most people can even imagine. Sometimes he even finds historic, old treasures hidden in corners under piles of debris.  He found the original recipe and process for James E. Pepper* bourbon in a rusted-out file cabinet beneath the old distillery yeast room.

Lexington is a city that embraces and encourages public art.  Just recently, an amazing thing happened.  PRHBTN held their annual street art festival.  Last year, PRHBTN commissioned the popular mural of President Abraham Lincoln on the back of the Kentucky Theatre.  This year they brought in a French graffiti, muralist and artist named MTO.  He painted Lexington's largest mural on the side of the Pepper Distillery Warehouse.  His painting is of a street artist, behind bars, but still spraying, and there is red police tape running across that says, "Caution: Do Not Feed."  His hands are reaching out through the jail cell bars to sign the letters MTO, his initials.  He has used this signature on many of his other works all over the world.  But folks in Lexington thought it looked like he was forming gang symbols and they didn't like it.  Not everybody, of course, but everybody sees art differently.

The Lexington Herald Leader ran front page stories.  Television news crews filmed it.  Everybody was talking about it.  The day I took this picture, other people were on the street taking pictures too. See what I mean about one man's paint being another man's ink?  We watched as MTO, way up high on a cherry picker, made a gigantic thumb and thumb nail take shape and come to life with photographic quality. (You can barely see the artist working way up high in the second panel from the left.) The vision of his being able to do this, while being right on top of his work area, fascinated me.  It's true that I wouldn't have chosen the same subject matter as the artist did, but then my choice probably would not have generated as much free publicity for the Distillery District either.

From the Barrel House Distilling Company, here's the first barrel of bourbon that's about to be ready to drink.  Gosh it smelled good.

Around the corner, we found Tony Davis, the owner and master mind behind Studio 300.  He was busy crafting cutting boards and other wood products from reclaimed Kentucky Bourbon barrels.  His signature pieces are beautiful cutting boards and wood products that he described as "Bringing Bourbon Barrels back to life by handcrafting them to be functional pieces". He named his studio in honor of his 300 fellow marines who were aboard his naval vessel in the 1990's that took them to the Persian Gulf. Another innovative thing he does is scrape the charcoal out of the old barrels, bag it up, and they are going to be sold in red and green bags at "Liquor Barn" as coal for Christmas gifts.  He told us to throw some of the charcoal on our barbecue for a taste of bourbon on our steaks or chops. If you are lucky enough to have a Liquor Barn nearby, you might want to try this!

Ron Walker and Tony Davis in KENTUCKY KNOWS BOURBON, Studio 300 where Tony proudly displays his Marine Uniform, complete with all his medals and an American flag.  The two veterans enjoyed meeting each other.

Amid the Art Gallery and other businesses, an Ice Cream store is taking shape, and down by the Town Branch, a restaurant is about to open. Bourbon and beers will be on tap, with burgers, tacos, and burgoo available via rotating food trucks, and diners will enjoy sitting outside by the river. They even decorated all their fall pumpkins with MTO's.  It seems like a sure bet that all of these places of business will benefit by all the ink that MTO's paint has created.

                               The "Break Room" on the Town Branch will soon be serving.

And since we are talking about Kentucky, here's a political aside.  The weekend we were in Lexington, both The Louisville Courier Journal and The Lexington Herald Leader endorsed Senator Mitch McConnell's opponent, Alison Lundergan Grimes.  Why in the world, we asked each other, would Kentucky rather have a freshman junior senator than the Majority Leader?  Turns out the newspapers wanted that, but the voters did not.  Since winning, Senator McConnell has said the Senate is going back to work and their first goal will be to see if they can find things that they and President Obama can agree on.  They better.  I think we are all sick of such a lack of leadership from all of our leaders, democrat and republican alike.  Get to work!  All of y'all, as they say in the south.

*Colonel James Edward Pepper designed the distillery and the layout of equipment.  He was a colorful, flamboyant character who traveled in his private railroad car.  Colonel Pepper began distilling "Old Pepper Whiskey" using his grandfather's proprietary formula, developed in 1780.  Colonel Pepper invented the "Old Fashioned" cocktail: two ounces of Old Pepper bourbon, a splash of sugar syrup, bitters and soda water.  He also originated "Bourbon and Branch" for a bourbon and water.  The "Branch" was the water taken out of the distilleries nearby water supply, the Town Branch of the Elkhorn Creek near Lexington, Kentucky.  Both of these cocktail became famous in New York City, and throughout the eastern States.

Pepper was one of the few distillers allowed to produce whiskey during prohibition for "medicinal purposes."  A doctor could write out a prescription and the "patient" could take it to be "filled."

Remembering Dewey Clower

W. Dewey Clower died on October 31, 2014 after being hospitalized from a fall.  

Dewey was one of the five original White House advancemen in President Richard Nixon's administration.

    From left to right:  Bill Henkel, Mike DuVal, Jon Foust,  Ron Walker, Mike Schrauth and Dewey.

A memorial service will be held on Sunday, November 9th at 2:00 pm at Hope Presbyterian Church, 11121 Leavells Road, Fredericksburg, VA 22407.

In November of 2010, I posted a blog about The February Group.  Dewey Clower started the February Group and many of you remember how important the gatherings were to all of us over the years.  Us Nixonites needed each other, and The February Group became the place where we could get together for fellowship and commiseration.

Not everyone could get a group of people together on a continuing basis for more than thirty years, and yet Dewey Clower did exactly that.  I asked him to tell me the history of how The February Group came about.

Here is W. Dewey Clower's story:

It was January of 1975 when he submitted his letter of resignation as Assistant Director of the Domestic Council in the Gerald R. Ford White House.  It had been because of President Nixon that Dewey had the opportunity to work in the White House and he decided he wanted to see the former President and thank him for the honor of working for him as a senior advance man and member of the domestic council staff.

Dewey called Jack Brennan, the president's aide, in San Clemente and asked for an appointment to see the President.  When the appointment was confirmed, Dewey flew out to La Casa Pacifica, that had been known as the Western White House when President Nixon was in office.  The President greeted him warmly and they spent forty-five minutes together, talking about the Ford administration, world events and the 1976 presidential election.  But, Dewey said the President was most interested in what his former staff people were doing.  Dewey remembered that they talked about Ron Walker, Steve Bull, Bill Henkel and others on his advance and travel staff.  The President said he wished there was some way a network could be established so he could stay in touch with the members of his White House team.  He asked Dewey if he could establish such a network.  Dewey said he had not really thought about such a group, but promised the President he would look into it.

When he returned to Washington, every one he talked to liked the idea.  Dewey decided to host a luncheon on February 10, 1975 in the China Room at the Mayflower Hotel.  The people who attended were: General Larry Adams, Pat Buchanan, Steve Bull, Henry Cashen, Red Cavaney, James Clausen, Michael Raoul-Duval, Michael Farrell, Dave Forward, Gerald Gilbert, John Gartland, Dave Gergen, Ashton Hardy, Bill Henkel, David Hoopes, Tod Hullin, Noel Koch, Tom Korologos, Anne Morgan, Pat O'Donnell, Terry O'Donnell, Dave Parker, Jack Pettit, Bill Rhatican, Howard Roycroft, Geoff Shepard, Bill Timmons and of course, Dewey.

President Nixon sent a telegram saying how glad he was they were getting together, and loved the symbolism of the group being in the China Room.  Dewey told me that those listed above in red are the FEBRUARY GROUP CHARTER MEMBERS.

More gatherings were held and the group got bigger with each event.  People suggested other people that they wanted to invite to join the group.  At first it was mostly limited to those who served in the Nixon administration, and then to those who had remained in the Ford White House.  Dewey would send out a notice saying, . . . . "The next gathering of the February 10th Luncheon Group will be . . "
After a while, they went to cash bars and Dewey could usually talk the hotel into serving some food.

After about a year, they decided to ask for donations to cover mailings and they needed a treasure to keep track of it all.  And, they needed a proper name for the group.  The February Group was what everyone had come to call it, and that was the name they wanted to keep.  The purpose of the Group, as Dewey understood it, would be to provide a forum for the like-minded, former Nixon Administration members to be able to keep in touch with each other, through social events and written communication.  They held at least two events each year and established The February Group News.

The February Group met regularly from 1975 to 2003.  Jack D'Arcy, at the time working for a bank, volunteered to be the treasurer and he, along with Steve Bull and John Gartland, asked for volunteer contributions and the membership was very supportive.  The group grew rapidly, especially during the Carter years, and soon it was no longer made up of just former Nixon staff members.  It had become much bigger than that.

Dewey and Melinda Maury Thompsen managed the mailing list and the newsletters.  The newsletters always included news and updates about the members, because that's what President Nixon wanted to hear about.

The February Group reached a peak of more than 400 members just prior to Ronald Reagan's first campaign in 1980.  It was about this time that Jack Anderson, a liberal political writer for the Washington Post wrote an article that labeled the February Group, a "government in exile."  That caused a lot of former Nixon/Ford folks to want to join the group and the result was that the membership list became a valuable document for Republican candidates.  Dewey was constantly being asked to provide the mailing lists to various campaigns, but he always insisted that members "vetted" the request before he released the information.  In June of 1981, the newsletter announced that 47 February Group members had joined the Reagan administration and nine more were listed in the next edition.

In September of 1986, it was noted that group members had raised $132,000 toward the goal of $200,000 for the Nixon Library and Birthplace.  Dewey led a large group of February Group Members to the opening of the Library.  Now, with the help of Steve Bull, the February Group members have become a valuable list of "Nixon Alumni" that is now housed at the Richard Nixon Foundation.

Dewey  worked for several associations over the years and in 2003 he was named President Emeritus of NATSO where he served as President and CEO for 15 years.  He had been an officer in the United States Air Force.

Dewey retired in 2002 and he and Shirley moved out near Fredericksburg, Virginia.  Shirley has battled cancer for a long time and Dewey was such a solid rock and source of strength by her side .
I can't imagine what the impact of his death must be having on Shirley and her family.  Dewey and Shirley's children are Candice Clower Scala, Mike Clower and Cathy Clower Shirey.

Ron and I send our deepest sympathy, prayers,  and much love to all of Dewey's family.  We thank you, Dewey, for giving so much to your family, your friends, your country, and your President.  You are a great American.  You will be missed.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks for donations in Dewey's name be made to either Hope Presbyterian Church or to Young Life of Greater Fredericksburg, 1210 Princess Anne Street., Fredericksburg, VA 22402.  Dewey was very active in both of these organizations  and his son Mike said they were both very dear to him.