Frank M. Stewart

So sorry that Jerry left us at such an early age. He was my neighbor, buddy, classmate and "partner in (soft) crime" growing up. I have so many fond memories of stuff that we did together, silly pranks that we pulled, and even getting into a little trouble together from time to time. Thanks jerry for what you did for me, for your guidance, friendship and "buddy" love...you are still sorely missed!  - Frank Stewart

Diane T Mulcahy (Malmgren)

Some of Jerry's best memories were of times spent in Aruba with his family.

As you may recall, Jerry’s father, Dave Hourin, taught geometry in the mathematics department at NQHS.  It probably wasn't easy having your Dad on-site during your high school years.

Jerry was so proud to have served in the Marines during the Vietnam War.

Jerry was well liked and respected by his friends.  He was a fun, proud and stubborn man, and Dave and I enjoyed being friends with him.

Alfred F. Johnson

I would have passed on commenting on Jerry Hourin except Diane Malmgren’s point about Jerry being the son of math teacher Mr. Hourin and Frank Stewart’s comment about their schoolboy pranks and “crimes” got me thinking about him. Jerry and I had a couple of classes together in 9^th grade and became something of school friends. I remember one time in class when I was upset about some crazy thing at home and mentioned that to him he told me that his home life too was less than perfect due to his father’s “carrying on” (his term).

That conversation got us occasionally discussing stuff like that during 9^th grade. After that year we drifted apart as schoolboys and girls will do as they go their separate ways. For Jerry it was hockey, for me it was cross-country and track especially when my old Snug Harbor Elementary School friend, Bill Cadger, came to North in 10^th grade (via Holbrook). Still when Jerry and I would cross paths we would give the nod. You know the nod guys gave (maybe still do) when they knew each other but weren’t really friends. (BTW the nod did not apply to girls, as far as I know, they got furtive glances-at least from me.)       

Here is a little story about Jerry that shows what Diane and Frank were talking about in their comments. Jerry and I were not above a “prank” then and while I do not remember the details of this one it involved us in the woodworking room. Whatever we did his father got wind of it and had us after school one day in his classroom. We both denied, on a stack of bibles, that we had done anything. His father, probably since it involved his kid and his own reputation, made a very big issue out of it. Since he was in charge of after- school detention we were to serve detention every day until we “changed our minds” (Mr. Hourin’s words). And for three days we did our forty-five minutes. On the fourth day Jerry told me he would take the “hit” (my term) and confess. He did so. Strangely once that happened that was the end of it as far as I know. But a tip of the hat to Jerry for saving my bacon since we might very well still have been serving detention today if he hadn’t.-RIP Jerry, and what the heck, Mr. Hourin too.