Tay Vaughan

WARREN TAYLOR VAUGHAN, JR.
HOME ADDRESS: 41 Stonegate Rd., Portolo Valley, Calif. 94025 (415-851-8008).

OCCUPATION AND OFFICE ADDRESS: Physician/Psychiatrist, 1720 Marco Polo Way, Suite A, Burlingame, Calif. 94610 (415-697-1833).

DEGREES: S.B., cum laude, 1941(42); M.D., 1943.

MARRIED: Cecil Todd Knight, Dec. 19, 1942 (divorced, 19S8);
Clarice Heim Haylett, August 16, 1960 (Stanford Univ., A.B. '43; ibid., M.D. '49).

CHILDREN: Warren Tavlor 3d, 1944 (Oberlin College, A.B. '68), m. Karen Wulfraat;
Christopher Knight, 1945 (Univ. of Colorado, B.A. '67; ibid., M.A. '71), m. Carmen Roman;
Todd Jameson, 1949 (Univ. of California at Berkeley B.A. '79);
Richard Haylett, 1962 (Univ. of California at Santa Cruz, B.A 1987; Univ. of Hartford, M.A. '90);
Jennifer Anne, 1963 (Stanford Univ., B.A. '85), m. David R. Murdoch.

GRANDCHILDREN: One (Elizabeth Hunter Vaughan)

OFFICES HELD: President, Northern California Psychiatric Society, 1970-71;
Director, Division of Mental Hygiene, Massachusetts Department of Mental Health, 1952-59;
Director of Mental Health Training and Research, Western Interstate Commission for Higher Education, 1959-61.

PUBLICATIONS: Co-author of and contributor to numerous books and author of four monographs and over thirty journal articles on community mental health and clinical psychiatry.

Last month Clarice put on a seventieth birthday celebration for me. Several of you classmates sent in statements which I could not censor or divert. Clarice essentially has confirmed the sentiments expressed, namely that I was a nice guy, but that one unavoidably had to pay a price if one decided to hang around me. Stein called it "the Vaughan tax" in the late 30's, and the label has stuck! My brother John at the birthday party noted my generosity (which tends to "express itself as a strong, sometimes problematic trait) as follows: "He's so generous he will give away the shirt off my back!!"

Well, looking at these two themes as I reviewed the fifteen reports I have written for class reports and medical school reports, I must confess they contain more than a grain of truth. In child rearing, that is, being a parent, if I had to do it over again I would give less and ask for more. And in my professional life as a child and adult psychiatrist interested in the development of public mental health services, I would do less "hands on" myself and work harder to involve others and influence "the system."

It is hard to believe that fifty years have passed; it seems that it was just yesterday that we were playing bridge in Lowell House, playing in the band on Soldier's Field, taking "bone quizzes" in the Peabody Museum, and playing music in Sanders Theater.

In 1946 1 was in psychiatric residency, was married with two infant children. I wrote, "I plan eventually to return to Richmond and go into group clinic practice with my brothers Victor C. Vaughan, 111, 1940
M.D. 1943, John H. Vaughan, 1943, M.D. 1945, and David D. Vaughan, 1944, M.D. 1945." This never came to pass. Vic went into pediatrics and academe, John into clinical research as an immunologist and rheumatologist, and David into clinical practice in Richmond as an internist and allergist. I went into community mental health program development, first in Massachusetts (1950-59), then out West, ending up developing a model community mental health center in Burlingame, California, one mile from the San Francisco International Airport.

I ended up in California because of a wonderful woman I met at a meeting in Carmel in 1960. Clarice had attended Stanford and Stanford Medical School, and after interning turned to maternal and child health. She became the Health Officer of Marin County in 1950. After a few years her interest in community mental health had so developed that she took adult and child psychiatric residency training at Mayo Clinic and Mt. Zion Hospital, San Francisco. In 1958 she started the Mental Health Consultation and Education service in the new San Mateo County community mental health program. It was there that I found her in early 1960. For thirty years now, she and I have lived in San Mateo County, raised two wonderful children and pursued our professional interests.

Clarice remained busy in public service while I went into private practice. I developed a child guidance clinic rather than the usual fiftyminute hour practice. I hired mental health professionals to help me with therapy groups and work with parents. We made home visits, went.,. into schools, and developed a summer day camp program. Well, it was lots of fun, very satisfying, but hardly a money maker. When I presented it at a psychiatric conference on treatment methods it received "rave reviews" from our mentors and various professors of psychiatry: "This is the way it should be done." At the same time wives of colleagues who heard my presentation said to Clarice, "It's lucky you kept on working for the county," to which she agreed with vigor. Was it the shirt offber back I was giving away? I began to ask this of myself

At the wives' symposium during our Forty-fifth Reunion Chatham, Clarice talked about retirement. Only after years of my "clinic" Practice did she finally feel comfortable about retiring. By then she had become the county mental health director and found herself in an absolutely "no win" position, caught between a rock of continuing budget cuts by an insensitive state bureaucracy and a hard place of increasing needs for clinical and other services for the growing num rs of mentally ill people in the community. She predicted that it was I would have a hard time retiring, not she.

Well, as usual she was right. I guess I am only "semi-retired." I consult at a 144-bed ambulatory care nursing facility in Palo Alto, a 72-bed group home program for delinquent youth in San Jose, and a Spanishspeaking day treatment program at our community mental health center in Burlingame (now Menninger San Francisco Bay Area). As you might imagine, Parkinson's law is alive and well. I find myself as busy as ever. However, there is one very significant difference. Now I can come and go much as I please. I am no longer a slave to a rigid schedule.

Clarice and I now spend four to six weeks every winter in New Zealand with daughter Jennifer and son-in-law David Murdoch on their marvelous breeding and training center for show horses forty miles south of Auckland. We travel back East as often as possible. Last spring we heard son Richard in a cello recital at Ham School of Music, Hartford, and watched him receive a master's degree in music education. Travel continues to be our favorite pastime. We are eagerly awaiting our return to Cambridge in June.

Wife's comment: East-West, Harvard-Stanford, Warren-Clarice, promising complementarities that have mellowed, matured, and endured!!! Here's to the Fiftieth and all reunions to follow!!