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12/22/07 - email from Judy - hyperlinks created by the editor     click on picture for full-size view

I can't find the list of addresses I got at the reunion. I really thought I would send everyone a Christmas card but then I discovered that my address wasn't on the list. To get a card from me you have to send one first.

This is a picture of our Christmas tree. It's also our last two years tree and will be our forever tree so other than acquiring a bit more dust from storage in the barn it pretty much always looks like it does today.

I was thinking the other day about the time I led a convoy to Bear Mountain. Why would you follow me any where? I thought I could find the Bear Mountain Bridge but we all got tired, ran out of gas, and had to get the cars back to the station. Even if I had known where I was going, we wouldn't have made it by train time. Karen Loeffler’s father's station car was a Nash. The front seats folded down which we thought was a bit of information that might effect our popularity but she swore me to secrecy.

Funny, the things you remember. I remember, not any particular early evening , but a summer evening after I got my drivers license, driving over to Karen's in my mother's brand new white Mercury convertible with red leather seats with the top down. We went down the Sawmill to Chappaqua. We had on madras burmudas, pastel sleeveless button down blouses, and leather sandals. We tied on scarves made of Indian cloth so our hair didn't blow. I'm pretty sure we had Nantucket basket purses. As a writer I am always processing everything and I remember feeling, oh so F. Scot Fitzgerald and having this realization that I finally knew the meaning of 'the world is her oyster'.

Rodger is doing well. We will be back 10/3/08 for my sister Jan's son's wedding in CT. Thank you for maintaining this site. Yes, WWII had a huge effect on my life. But can you imagine my Mother's life? She was 28 with three children 4 1/2, 3, and 6 months when she got that telegram that she was a widow. My father was 35. He was the love of her life. They had waited three years to get married so she could finish nurses training at Columbia in NYC. My father had a steel corporation which he sold so he could go. Well, at the next reunion I'll tell you all that story.
Have a Merry Christmas. Judy Fay