Class Note 1993
Issue
Sep - Oct 2018
As has been said many times but deserves to be repeated many more, thank you to Veree Hawkins Brown for organizing an amazing 25th reunion in June. More than a quarter of our class attended. My kids were still in school (think many makeup days for repeated blizzards) and made more of a cameo appearance, but appreciated it nonetheless. On Friday afternoon I was able to stop into the rather frightening college admissions seminar. Before it started I bumped into Stephanie Rupp and met her oldest daughter. Steph is an anthropology professor at Lehman College in New York City. She said she’s teaching a class about gun culture, one of the few in the nation. We had a very interesting chat about gun culture, something I’m rather familiar with from living in rural New Hampshire. At the end of the seminar I bumped into my former freshman-year roommate Christie (Carlson) Hinshaw and met her oldest daughter.
I had the great joy of teaching a yoga class for some classmates. Nothing starts the day right like kicking up into a handstand. At lunch I sat down with my former freshman-year Russell Sage floor-mate Morina (Harder) Litchstein, who now lives in L.A. I had forgotten that Marina was a coxswain her freshman year, and she and another classmate coxswain we sat with gave my daughter tips, as she’ll start next spring, a year early, for the Lebanon (New Hampshire) High School team. And then up walked my freshman roommate Brenda Vale. She still rows and invited my daughter to join her on the Connecticut River this summer at 5:30 a.m. (I passed.)
While waiting for a tour of the Baker Library bell tower, I was approached by Andrew Lehto. We couldn’t figure out how we knew each other but knew we must have somehow taken a class together. It turns out that he and his family now live right across the Connecticut River from me in scenic Hartland, Vermont. I may represent the class again at Homecoming, depending on the weather (I’m not dedicated enough to parade in the rain). And news has broken that the town of Hanover is requiring a redesign of the bonfire to issue a required permit, so I may just have to go and see what it looks like.
Please send me your news, and shoot me an email if you are visiting (or moving to) the region.
—Suzanne Spencer Rendahl, 224 Route 120, Plainfield, NH 03781; suzanne.spencer.rendahl@gmail.com
I had the great joy of teaching a yoga class for some classmates. Nothing starts the day right like kicking up into a handstand. At lunch I sat down with my former freshman-year Russell Sage floor-mate Morina (Harder) Litchstein, who now lives in L.A. I had forgotten that Marina was a coxswain her freshman year, and she and another classmate coxswain we sat with gave my daughter tips, as she’ll start next spring, a year early, for the Lebanon (New Hampshire) High School team. And then up walked my freshman roommate Brenda Vale. She still rows and invited my daughter to join her on the Connecticut River this summer at 5:30 a.m. (I passed.)
While waiting for a tour of the Baker Library bell tower, I was approached by Andrew Lehto. We couldn’t figure out how we knew each other but knew we must have somehow taken a class together. It turns out that he and his family now live right across the Connecticut River from me in scenic Hartland, Vermont. I may represent the class again at Homecoming, depending on the weather (I’m not dedicated enough to parade in the rain). And news has broken that the town of Hanover is requiring a redesign of the bonfire to issue a required permit, so I may just have to go and see what it looks like.
Please send me your news, and shoot me an email if you are visiting (or moving to) the region.
—Suzanne Spencer Rendahl, 224 Route 120, Plainfield, NH 03781; suzanne.spencer.rendahl@gmail.com