This is one of the last classes of women to graduate from Wesleyan University
(1912) before we arrived on campus in September, 1970.
We were unabashed in claiming their legacy, if not their ruffles and high button collars. Defiant in our flannel shirts and work boots, we knew ourselves to be their blue-stocking
daughters - and no one knew it better than Barbara. I don't have a picture of
her, but this being her shirt, I'll use this
picture of myself to set the stage.
More than
anyone else except David, Barbara was my Wesleyan experience. Coming up
to our fiftieth reunion, I was asked to write a remembrance, within the constraints of a four hundred word limit. That was not
enough - nowhere near enough.
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