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Patsy and Suzanne
1967: The Summer of Love.
Patsy noticed how sad I was one day in May; I wasn't looking forward to the summer. In typical Patsy problem-solving style, she decided I should go home to Idaho with her. She talked her boyfriend Guy into lending us his red Mustang convertible to drive west. Suzanne, her old friend from Boise, came along for the ride.
So many happy memories!
The fabulous journey across America. The Young family! Their Warm Springs home with natural hot water from the tap. Floating down the river with Barzy and beer. Picking cherries. Acting as nannies in cabins at Lake Coeur d’Alene. Going on to Portland where Suzanne toured us about in her jeep. San Francisco. Then Mother wrote that she missed me, and I flew home.
My sister is also close to Patsy (now known as Patricia). They were freshman year roommates. We both have fond memories of other summers at the guest ranch in the Sawtooth Mountains where Patsy was our "boss lady" during visits. We three get together every now and then, most recently in April when we attended an event at our old college.
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I have been blessed with so many friends that I decided to limit my Challenge Memories
to
friends
from my first quarter century, and only friends that I am still in contact with.
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Lois
I was staying all night at Lois’s house. We were in the fourth or fifth grade. We were in her bed, reading her diary. Essentially every entry started, “Dear Diary, today was a very nice day.” We started to find this hilarious. We attempted to suppress our giggles as we had been told to be quiet, but we couldn’t stop. I remember her mother standing in the door to Lois's room in her nightgown, saying, “I hope you are enjoying yourselves because it’s going to be a long time before you do this again.” And then we read the diary again and laughed with pillows stuffed in our mouths. |
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Cynde, Carol, Linda, and Sandy
I roomed with Cynde for three years and Carol for two, and we lived in Junior Honor House with Linda and Sandy. This might be the house.
I remember being all 1960s college-student-angsty in this house, singing along with Judy Collins, at the top of our lungs, to Marat/Sade:
We want our rights, and we don't care how!
We want a revolution...
...NOW!
Two parts catharsis and eight parts companionship.
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Katsuko
Another college friend Susan brought home to our family was Katsuko Indo. I remember how much her delightful personality added to one Thanksgiving, and I remember the lovely day we took her to one of Mother's favorite places, a flower display. I think it was Kingwood Gardens.
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Helene
The Christmas after my mother died, DOD and Susan came to Chicago. Helene's family invited us to dinner. Because they were Jewish it didn't land too close to our traditions. And Pinkie was such a warm hostess! This visit did a great deal to get us through a potentially awful, first motherless Christmas.
In the mid 70s Helene and I were constant companions, single women in the big city. Then Helene and I both had daughters, so were mothers together. (She knitted this sweater for my new great-nephew Mateo!) |
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Dilts
I remember the day Dilts ran across campus carrying a cardboard box with a hole cut in it, to show me how to view the shadow of an eclipse.
Back in the day Dilts was much more than just a buddy, but these days he's a valued letter-writing friend.
(Yes, that's us in the school newspaper.) |
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