307A Bellview Avenue
Bellwood, PA 16617
(814) 742-8038
If you are visiting here, it's possible you might be interested in who Walt Lysinger is, maybe wondering if it is somebody you used to know in school or the military or some computer contract somewhere. I am always interested in hearing from old friends or acquaintances, so feel free to call or write, or e-mail me at walt@lysinger.com .
I was born October 31 (Halloween!!), 1934 in Altoona, PA, into one of those families just dysfunctional enough to place me in foster homes for most of my childhood, including a couple of farms in the Cove area, and some time in the Williamsburg Children's Home. My parents were Harry Irvin Lysinger, born October 1900 in Coalport, PA, and Martha Boyles (later married a Jerry Way, and they had a son, also Jerry).
I have two sisters, and one half-brother, but never lived together with them in my recollection. My father died in 1944, and my mother in 1960. My nomadic childhood ended with the family of Paul and Mildred Green of Bellwood, PA. The Greens had three children, Betty, Ruth and Bob, and another foster son named Dick (Paul Richard) Eisenberger. Among the Green family was my foster cousin and friend Dick Green, who passed away in December of 1998. If anybody would like information about any of these people, feel free to call me.
I attended Bellwood Antis high School from 1947 until graduation in 1952, when I resumed my wandering ways, living in Virginia, Germany (three times), North Carolina, Florida (twice), New Jersey, Arizona, Korea, Texas and Colorado, finally ending up back in Bellwood permanently (so far!) in January of 1998.
I was divorced, and had custody of Cody, the family's English Springer Spaniel, who was more well known and more popular around town than I, until he died on January 31st, 2004. Generally, the Bellwood Sportsmen's Club members were very tolerant with the wet nose and dirty feet that greeted them, which Cody rarely failed to do whenever anybody came in the door, or in the park, really. As members well know, his favorite game was "slobber ball". Cody was also very knowledgeable about who was an easy touch for handouts, and would "beg" from only those easy touches during the shooting events. Speaking of shooting, the first time he heard a gun, he went into the tool room and hid; later, he didn't even flinch.
This page last modified on June 16th, 2006. Address comments to walt@lysinger.com .