September 12, 2003
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Chapter One (cont.) – story begins 9/8
My mother’s family, also, had come west to Oregon. Eventually, they sent my mother to college and it was here that my parents met. Reed College was the choice of almost all my father’s brothers and sisters – a private liberal arts school with a reputation for high scholastic achievement and encouragement of individuality on a small beautifully landscaped campus dotted with brick buildings topped by the figures of gryphons. My father was a year ahead of my mother and was following both of his older brothers into the field of psychology. My mother became an English literature major. I wish I could ask them now how they were drawn together in that beginning.
In July 1939, they had been married for ten years. My father had graduated from Reed and entered the University of Oregon in Eugene for his Master’s Degree. In the summer one year later they were married on the lawn of the wayward boys’ school where her father was then employed. (to be continued)
Deep Thought: Instead of having “answers” on a math test, they should just call them “impressions,” and if you got a different “impression,” so what, can’t we all be brothers?
Comments (2)
These are such fascinating historical tidbits (and I’ve heard very good things of Reed, having gone to a similar school myself).
Loved the math test remark!
that chauvanism is easy to see, but harder to dissect. In the context of the age, it may not have been so stark. I wonder how your mother felt about that. I certainly can see that this aspect of his personality has left his mark on your life. That may be a good aspect of his legacy, if you think about it.