Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Lisa of the 70's (362/365)

Lisa @ 12 1/2 (Live from my Journal - April 26,1975): “Hello, I must be the worst writer on earth. I didn't even bring you on my trip. I think somebody in this house even took and read you. Well I don’t care. The last night of the field trip we had a bonfire and everyone (well, almost everyone) got a girl or a boy and started kissing (I didn't).”

(This post is an excerpt from my 7th grade journal and is slightly over the 44 word count.)

Lisa (circa 1972)

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Lisa of the 60's (361/365)

Arrival Day: The day I was born my mother's water broke, ruining her shoes. Not wanting to go barefoot, she opted to wear the only others that fit; dressy pumps with a formal maternity gown. This required make-up, jewelry and curling her hair. I arrived naked.

This is me at one year old, happy to be fully clothed.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Sheila (360/365)

Sheila M.: Freshman year we rode the same bus, where she taught me how to spell S-U-C-C-E-S-S both literally and figuratively. Turned me on to my first after-school job at Corn-A-Plenty*, a short-lived candy store in uptown Edgebrook, where we uncontrollably consumed much of the profits.

*Corn-A-Plenty and the adjacent beloved Lockwood Castle are now a Starbucks...ain't that America?

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Steve (359/365)

Steve (4/6): Ever read The Humble Stumble? This is how Steve describes himself. He's much more; constantly impressing me with his grace, love and parenting skills. Life hasn't always been gentle with him; yet he's more gentle with each passing year. My true hero and best-friend.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Cynthia (358/365)

Cynthia S.: Is a walking encyclopedia of IRS laws, rules, regulations and facts. Don't call between January and April 15th unless it's about business. As her father slowly slips into an Alvina-state, she dutifully picks up his financial reigns with a loving spirit and professional accuracy.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Doug (357/365)

Doug R. (B.I.L.): Described as a bearish man, his business acumen in advertising and Internet marketing makes him an industry leader. I never see this side of him. Going out to dinner will always be his treat, unless we can figure a way to out smart him.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Renee (356/365)

Renee Hogg: One of my best friends during grammar school, Renee had the ability to make me laugh at just about anything and she was an excellent storyteller. We wandered the playground; talking, joking and catching snowflakes on our tongues. Made our First Holy Communions together.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Alberto (355/365)

Alberto: His name alone causes wild fits of laughter among my children. But our favorite Alberto story happened the week after we were aboard the Lady Evangeline. He knocked on the Captain's door panicked. "Captain Terry! Captain Terry! One of the jet skis is missing!!!"

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Ms. Micucci (354/365)

Ms. Pat Micucci: Beloved Kindergarten teacher patiently taught us how to hang our coats in the cloak room, sit still during story time and stack the cardboard bricks neatly after playtime. Personally, I learned not to use a jump rope as weapon on anyone, especially Brenda Root.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Henley (353/365)

Henley S.: Probably doesn't even remember me, yet he's taught me life's most valuable lessons.
  • Know your passion.
  • Follow your dreams.
  • Fish.
In college, I sat weekends for seven y.o. Henley, who entertained himself endlessly for hours perfecting his cast. Googling him I unearthed these sweet finds.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Diane (352/365)

Diane F.: New to town last summer, took her children to a coin club meeting. Typically the ONLY non-numismatist/non-male/non-AARP'er present, I was thrilled to have someone to talk with. Slowly we are becoming friends, finding out we have more and more in common. Admire her sensibility.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Mike (351/365)

Mike D.: Cathy's boyfriend, Schuhie's best friend. Sincere and humble. Played H.S. basketball until his parents decided he was getting too wild. Entered seminary prep school, where he confessed over a beer he'd be happier serving the Lord as a firefighter. Signed letters to Cathy: P.F.S.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Ileen (350/365)

Ileen H.: Across the pulchritudinous prairies, woods and farms of the heartland we pedaled for a time in two parallel lines. Scientific environmentalist with a deep love for conversation, music and the great outdoors. We've lost touch, but she remains a happy memory in my heart.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

John (349/365)

John H.: Actually never met Hiatt, but I've been to some shows and listened to his music long enough to know his heart. His wisely crafted lyrics have guided my soul through some pretty rough terrain. Glad he's earned his G.E.D. and no longer steals Thunderbirds.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Cheryl (348/365)

Cheryl B.: = (Down-to-earth) + (best-of-heart) + (fellow stamper/crafter) + (mathematically gifted) + (fun)
She's the kind of person I could call at 3:30 am and she'd be there for me in a heartbeat. When I was new to town she graciously opened up her creative door and invited me in.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Billy (347/365)

Billy G.: Member of the elite L.A. Torch Club in H.S., but before that he was just a goofy middle-school'er like the rest of us. His Afro has become an unforgettable legend in my mind. Heard the all-night SLAP of his hockey stick from my house.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Mary (346/365)

Mary O.: In her dorm room she turned me on to David Letterman. Magically knew how to make salt shakers stand on end in the tea room. A social worker in the public schools, her ability to nurture guided her to adopt a colorful little boy.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Fernando (345/365)

Fernando R.: At age five, he told his mom , "When I grow-up I want to live and work in downtown Chicago just like aunt CeCe". At age twenty, he's living and working in rural Kentucky. He has plenty of time to discover what best suits him.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Patty (344/365)

Patty D.: "Gross!!! There's no way my parents ever did that!" Patty exclaims after learning about o-sex. Elizabeth and I giggled... until we realized the serious work we had ahead of us. Arriving at college sheltered can be very dangerous.
She's a lobbyist now. In D.C.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Fernie (343/365)

Fernie R.:Ultra-father; authoritative, yet loving and kind. He is quiet and disciplined and works harder than most men I know. He has a lot to juggle, but he's able to keep it balanced. He's like a one-man band. Love that he still calls me “Ce-Ce”.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Mrs. Rogers (342/365)

Mrs. Rogers (circa 1975): Coolest music teacher on the planet! Memories include; her fake fireplace, learning to play the glockenspiel, in-depth study of The Who's Tommy, Beatlemania, playing albums backwards. My appreciation for music started in her classroom and continues to this day. Rock on Mrs. Rogers!

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Alan (341/365)

Alan Pavia: Otter always sat in front of Pavia. At first Otter hated Pavia. Pavia was very annoying. Eventually after passing enough notes to Otter with interesting cartoons, Pavia got Otter's attention. Otter started liking Pavia. During recorder lessons Pavia's amusing faces would make Otter laugh.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Maria (340/365)

Maria K.: Junior high friends that became separated by schools; you to the public, me to the private. See your big beautiful brown eyes in my memory. I think about the type of woman (and mother?) you've become. Someone I would still care to call friend.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Mr. Priban (339/365)

Mr. Ken Priban: Terrified of him on day-one. Everything in his class had to be written in black ink. The bar was high, which most seventh graders hated. Leaf identification project, that intoxicating aroma of pond scum and frog dissections still prism to mind thirty-two years later.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Carrie (338/365)

Carrie Thackham: My cousin lived to be 103. She was always learning something new, like computers in her early 90's. Mostly her long life can be attributed to her Bohemian genes and her tenacity for life. Her newsy and rich handwritten letters will be greatly missed.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Rob (337/365)

Rob S. (B.I.L.): Mid 1960's, his dad ministered at a beautiful rock church. He lived and went to school there until his father was transferred to another church in another state. The little rock church became a blur until years later when we moved to the area...

Friday, January 05, 2007

Bea (336/365)

Bea: Sharp minded at 102 years old and still going strong. Mary asked her recently, "Girl, what you made of?" She doesn't need glasses or use a cane. Her attitude and opinions are from a generation all but passed and one ours should never forget.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Bob (335/365)

Bob Gussin: O.K., so you're sitting at lunch thinking back to Junior High..."Wonder what the Lieb twins are doing now?" Google them and suddenly you're reading about characters from your youth. Thinking: "Whoa I know these people." The Internet is an amazing (and scary) thing.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Maria (334/365)

Maria A.: What a joy! Laughed ourselves through cáñamo-induced sessions. Walking, talking, tossing the Frisbee, clubbing, dancing all night, biking to Gilson Park to play a little folf. Helped me pull off the impossible, sneaking Dan into Coffey Hall overnight. Her mom's tamale's were the best!

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Chris (333/365)

Chris from Columbus: We could have helped each other grow-up, but miles kept us apart. Twenty-four years later and still I recall those breathless phone calls, the intensity of emotion and "one night of magic rush". All that from listening to Jose Gonzalez cover The Knife's Heartbeats.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Alvina (332/365)

Alvina O.: The photo-slides from her years of travels sat neglected by her side. Stories repeated themselves until even those ceased. Disease slowly stole her mind. Cruelly and deliberately erasing everything, until there was nothing left, but the shell of the vibrant woman who was Alvina.