Whenever I think of you I think of the poem “John Anderson, my Jo.”The feeling of sweetness in the poem, the feeling of starting out, are the same feelings that I get when I think of you.And now also a feeling of sadness that you are not here.We used to stop at your house on our way to Fairmount Temple for confirmation classes, on Wednesdays, I think.It was an incredibly long walk to your house (from school or my house, can’t remember) and an even longer walk to the Temple.We sat and talked, and, I think, ate.I remember you as a great athlete, a bright scholar, and a lovely person.I am sorry you are not here to talk to now.
Yes, Joan. I too am here on the Shaker Hockey Field with Lynn, and Susan Getzendanner and Miss Burkett and others waving our sticks and sending you and your family blessings and fond memories.
Lynn Selker (Lichtenstein)
Whenever I think of you I think of the poem “John Anderson, my Jo.” The feeling of sweetness in the poem, the feeling of starting out, are the same feelings that I get when I think of you. And now also a feeling of sadness that you are not here. We used to stop at your house on our way to Fairmount Temple for confirmation classes, on Wednesdays, I think. It was an incredibly long walk to your house (from school or my house, can’t remember) and an even longer walk to the Temple. We sat and talked, and, I think, ate. I remember you as a great athlete, a bright scholar, and a lovely person. I am sorry you are not here to talk to now.
Lynn Selker Lichtenstein
Susan Hardesty (Christy)
Yes, Joan. I too am here on the Shaker Hockey Field with Lynn, and Susan Getzendanner and Miss Burkett and others waving our sticks and sending you and your family blessings and fond memories.