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In Anticipation……. May 27, 2018

Filed under: Memories,Middlebury College — Janet @ 4:03 pm

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In anticipation of my 60th reunion from Middlebury College in Vermont I am posting this photo of myself along with 4 close friends at our 50th reunion, June 2008.  It’s weird, a decade has passed since this photo was taken.  Time to reminisce again.

What will I wear??

That college on the hill………

I’m trying to add a picture taken at my graduation.  IMG_0001

From leFt to right: my mother’s sister Aunt Libby, Aunt Libby’s daughter my cousin Betsy, me, my mother, my sister-in-law Lil (my brother’s wife)

 

Some days I feel I can relate to this woman…….

knittingoldlady

 

 

McCullough Gym September 21, 2016

Filed under: Middlebury College — Janet @ 6:26 pm

mccullough-gym     A corner of McCullough Gym, Middlebury College, Vermont

mccullough-gym  a postcard photo taken in 1914

john_g_mccullough  John Griffin McCullough

Having written my previous blog entry about David McCullough I wondered if there was any connection with the McCullough Gym at Middlebury .  The answer is no, at least so far as I can find out with my limited research.  The McCullough we are writing about here was John G McCullough, the former Governor of Vermont.  He had an interesting career as an attorney, politician, and business man.  I found some other interesting facts.  The building was built in 1912.  (The year my mother was born.)  It was initially built for the men of the college, but in my years, 1954-1958, it was known as the Women’s Gym.

 

Graduation Ceremony June 24, 2016

Filed under: Family photographs,Middlebury College — Janet @ 7:01 pm

Last night our grand daughter Ashley graduated (was promoted) from 8th grade.  She along with 300 ? classmates were awarded their certificates and can now look forward to high school in September.    The ceremony (promotion) was held outdoors and moved along briskly for about 45 minutes before the heavens opened with a torrential downpour.  All were soaked despite being prepared with raincoats and umbrellas.

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Note that we called into use my Middlebury umbrella – this was a puzzle to me.  I don’t remember ever acquiring a Middlebury umbrella but there it was.  It had been in the trunk of the car for ages but surely only since 2011.  I just thought it was a blue and white striped golf umbrella, nothing special.  I graduated from Middlebury in 1958 – was my umbrella that old??  Where else had it been in the intervening years??

 

Ashley and her friend Tessa     Proud Dad James lurking in the background

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IMG_0434 It will be Ashley’s sister Caitlin’s turn 2 years from now.

 

Flying Around March 19, 2016

Filed under: Hempstead Heath,London England,Middlebury College,Travel — Janet @ 2:49 am

A son in London training on Hempstead Heath to run the London Marathon on April 24.  A daughter-in-law at a conference in Delhi and flying back to London as I write.  I sit at my computer in Seattle and follow other people’s travels.  Hoping to travel myself before too long. London calling.   The recovery from the hip replacement surgery is slow.  Other muscles and joints are protesting.  My Middlebury College Gamaliel Painter’s Cane – a gift from the college at our 50th reunion – is coming in handy.

gamaliel-painter-middlebury-college-trustee    Gamaliel Painter

 

Sharing Memories December 18, 2014

Filed under: Ageing,Friendship,Middlebury College — Janet @ 4:35 pm

IMG_4749 five friends met up at their 50th reunion from Middlebury College, Class of 1958   (photo courtesy of Al Hawthorne?)

 

Let’s Meet at the Pig, Pike Place Market June 8, 2011

 

  from the Pike Place Market website, Rachel the Pig

 

Let’s meet at the pig at Pike Place Market – that’s what my 2 friends and I agreed to do the other day.  One friend was visiting from Belfast Northern Ireland.  The other lives here in Seattle but I hadn’t seen her since 1969 when she looked me up in Dublin.  The Belfast friend I had seen a few years ago so I was pretty sure to recognize her.  The other…..well…..we in fact stood almost beside each other at the pig, neither of us recognizing the other, apart from thinking oh she looks as if she is waiting for someone.  Well you could say that about almost anyone who is lingering in that area and looking somewhat anxious or hopeful or bewildered or all three.   Happily, it wasn’t long before our 3rd arrived and upon hearing her voice I knew instantly who it was.  We three then exclaimed in mutual recognition and proceeded to adjourn  to Starbucks and talked and talked and talked.  What fun it was.  It is just so nice to meet up with old friends – old now in years but not at heart when we get together.  Friends in younger years but the friendships made firmer as the years pass by.

Here’s another link to a story about Rachel the Pig’s return to the Market after a recent accident.

 

In One Of My Forays…… May 16, 2011

In one of my forays to the Couth Buzzard, my venue for trading my old books for credit and possibly buying new-books-to-me, I found this book.  The Blue Hen’s Chick, an autobiography by A. B. Guthrie, Jr., the author of The Big Sky and The Way West, among other works of merit.  This book hit a chord with me in 3 very specific ways: one, A. B. Guthrie Jr. was awarded a Nieman Fellowship to attend Harvard University in Cambridge Mass. in 1944-45.  I was 8  years old, living in the next town.  With his family he spent 2 nights in the Hotel Commander there in Cambridge – the Hotel Commander where I used to visit my Grandfather and his sister, known to the family as Auntie. 

While at Harvard he associated with many eminent professors and particularly one Frederick Merck – that man’s son was in my class in high school and is very active still today in convening the reunions of our high school class.

Third, in the early 1950’s Mr. Guthrie attended the Bread Loaf School of English near Middlebury College in Vermont.  1954-58 was my vintage at Middlebury.  I just love finding other people with similar memories and associations.