(Tiny) Stories from the Field
Alumnae capture brief moments and reflections. Hover over each image to read each story from the field.
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I wanted SO badly to help him live to see his 18th Christmas. He loved Xmas morning; always sneaking out first to grab something out of his stocking while the rest of us were eating breakfast. Happy to help anyone needing help with that pesky wrapping paper. My Chocolate Chip, aka “Chip.” He’d been a family member since the kids were 3, 5, 7 & 9. Now, with our youngest off to college Chip’s job was done. Sadly with all the TLC we could muster, he just didn’t have it in him. He died in our arms before a bittersweet Thanksgiving. My sweet constant companion. I got him because the kids had seen him and I’d said no; but, by the time I picked them up from camp he was ours. A very special boy! ~Jane Fraleigh ~ Tuck’86
Rebuilding the Nest
When my children grew up and left home, I knew I had succeeded as a mom. All three of them found spouses they loved, had careers that fulfilled them, and homes the guy enjoyed. I was redundant and lonely. Then my youngest began her family. Of the three children, she was the only one who lived in her hometown. Suddenly my role in the family regained importance. I love hiking, canoeing, and reading to my grandson.. He’s my new best friend! ~Margaret Morrow Clayton, D’79
I am visiting the Lebone II school in the nation of Bafokeng. I was part of a delegation from Prince George’s County, MD. After retiring from teaching visual art in June, I am repurposed as an arts education consultant. I am looking forward to collaborating with South Africa, as we exchange artists for public art projects and develop student exchange programs. ~Eileen Cave, D’75
New Zealand Musings
In between morning theatre cases. Warm spring here, but remembering ❄️ Dartmouth weather. ~Jennifer Retsinas, MED’96
Yes, the written word! It has bound two members of the Class of 1987 for over 35 years. I gave up math early in my time in Hanover though by my calculations, Jessica Slosberg Benjamin and I have exchanged over two thousand letters, writing each other a note of substance weekly since we graduated. Cards selected from an independent letterpress or artists, adorned with a real stamp and sent “snail mail” define a ritual that has grounded me over the miles and the years. We are bound by our time together on the Hanover Plain and a friendship that has shared inevitable triumphs and losses over three decades. We are letter-writing champs! ~ Meg Clapp Frazier, D’87
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