Class Notes
Thirty years ago how was I to know that I would travel to France (with only 10 weeks of classroom French at Dartmouth, quel dommage), landing in the small southern town of Arles (where my host family spoke no English, “Lentement si’l vo
As I write this Jan is busily preparing for her annual trip to the Napa Valley, California, to celebrate her grandmother’s birthday—this year will be her 98th!
Greetings everyone. I hope you are all enjoying your holiday season. Here are some updates from our classmates.
“Ayuh,” I grew up in Maine—home of the “snap when you bite ’em” hot dogs, bean hole beans and the whoopie pie.
A holiday greeting from your class secretaries:
’Twas the night before deadline,
Nothing left in the tank,
Not an idea was flowing,
We were totally blank.
Then we remembered,
Our Facebook was strong,