I was taken back to Dartmouth in the good old days—1934-38—thanks to Philip Thompson. For me it was an easy transition thanks to memories at reunions, reliving them with the cast and members of the class of ’38. “In the fraternity as a residence for two years, one usually made the dearest and longest of friends. It was a work together experience—social, emotional and satisfying relationships. Academically, nothing like it ever in life! The possibilities were mind boggling. Each course, each professor shed new light that could be pursued infinitely. Outstanding were the squeak of shoes in the snow at 10 below zero, the stacks for study in Baker, the comfortable chairs and nooks of the second floor of Baker for fun-loving reading, the Homecoming bonfire, the ice sculptures at Carnival, the times when one had a date for the weekend. The sum has been rich, enduring and, undoubtedly, the significant time of my life. For it, I thank the friends I have made and the College for the opportunity to have been there.”


I can think of no other words to sum up a lifetime spent in those four years at “home” at Dartmouth. Thank you so much, Phil. You’ll never know what this has meant to me. I was taken to a place I was unable to be with my dear Richard.


Heard from my dear friend Al Wolff. He is living in an assisted living home not too far from Philadelphia. He and his youngest son just came back from 10 days in Maine, where they spent some time canoeing on Highland Lake. I’m picturing you both with paddles! Al is still very much in touch with, and close to, his dear Goldye—another regular from the good old days. Stay well!


A truly blessed and happy holiday season to all of you and know that you are in my thoughts!


—Jean M. Francis, 29 Decorie Drive, Wilbraham, MA 01095