We have a brand-new woman governor in Maine, who immediately put into action health care for 70,000 Mainers, who is a woman’s advocate and thinks children should be the state’s priority. (As opposed to tourist industry.) I’m truly excited to know articles about her work and pictures of her smile are going to be in my morning paper, instead of the sorrowful blankety-blank who has held office for the past 8 years, during which time lack of adequate health care caused 3-4,000 deaths a year, sold out the environment for profit, and acted like a fool publicly. It’s a measure of hope for me, that this beloved nation can overcome our current chaos and redeem itself.

 For most of my life I have volunteered in hospitals. Now, at age 76 and partially handicapped, I volunteer at the front desk at a hospital on Saturdays, and this year we initiated a new program called “No one Dies Alone” ( NODA.) I am one of the first volunteers to be trained as a compassionate companion. When a person is dying and has no one to be with them, the hospital calls one of us to come in. We sit and talk gently with the patient, offering prayers based on their religious preference, or simply company by holding their hand or putting our hand on their arm so that they know someone is there for them. It is a program that gives comfort to not only the patient, but also their family that may be unable to come to their bedside due to distance or their own health.

I love your blog and the opportunities you create to reminisce and share. My dad grew up in Phila. (Strawberry Mansion days) and many cousins went to Girls’ High (the boys to Central).

Two stories come to mind…I attended elementary school in a very small town outside Harrisburg, PA 1950s (1 mile long Paxtang). At a recent meeting in Providence, RI a colleague asked “Has anyone been in touch with kids from elementary school days?” While driving back to CT (my home now), I pondered “Who would that be if I did contact someone?” Sure enough, a name came to mind, Christine Waltman.” That was over 60 years ago. I arrived home, listened to voicemail messages and one said “My name is Christine Waltman Seiler and I’m trying to find my friend who went to Paxtang Elementary School in the 1950’s…flash forward…her best friend lives in CT and we all met for a 4 hour lunch 2 months later.

Five years ago I drove to PA to attend our 50th HS Reunion at the request of a HS pal I knew well at that time but not in the 55 years since. She wrote me a personal note to please come and I felt obligated to attend as she also was on the planning committee.

I checked into a hotel, attended a Class of ’63 girls only pre party which was great fun, found my way to the reunion site a few hrs. later, and within minutes reunited with teammates from field hockey and basketball, classes, clubs; the evening flew by. Many of us stayed at the same hotel and the next morning an impromptu mini reunion spontaneously emerged in the lobby over breakfast. Classmates called others who lived locally and it was a magical morning that extended well into the afternoon. Since then,due to some business travel, mini reunions have taken place in Dallas, Houston, Baltimore, Boston and another in Orlando, Jan. ’19 We never know what’s around the corner…Carpe Diem!

I too went to Girls’ High and remember much of that time fondly. I made several good friends including my very closest pal (Claire Raines Greifer) who sadly passed away in 2000 but will always be in my heart. I still see and attend the orchestra and theater with friends from my class. When it comes to memorable teachers, back then Mrs. Bristol fascinated me (and many others) and we thought very highly of Miss Druding, Miss Clark (our class sponsor) and Miss Dungan. We all adored “Chickie” –Mrs. Chalikian and respected Jack Edelson as a superior teacher. Many years later –and I was an English teacher for about 60 years, only retiring from last job at Penn in 2017, I came to realize that probably the best teacher I had was Selena Adams, my 10B English teacher who held me to the toughest standards I had ever met–and boosted my ego with an “A” on my final report card. Helen Cheney Bailey was also memorable as was a counselor who saw me through some tough times–I think her name was Mrs. or Miss Brendlinger. “They were the best of times and the worst….”