You can submit a new memorial for a friend - click the tiny print in the lefthand corner that says "Add a Memorial"
You can also add your own tribute to a classmate's existing memorial page. The link to add your reflections and pictures is in small print in the lower right ; it says, "read tributes". Click on that and all the tributes will be visible. The tiny "add a tribute" link is in the lower right hand corner at the end of any existing entries. The navigation could certainly be better; be persistent.
To add more pictures, click "add a tribute" againn even if you already added one. Then fill in the required info and add an image. Not ideal but a decent workaround.
It's hard to believe that it's been twenty years since Anne left us. She was always the life of the party, her sense of humor and her dancing keeping everyone's spirits high. I remember her returning after every school break with the latest dances and teaching them to anyone who was interested. I think she actually made up some of them but she was a good dancer so it didn't matter. Anne was always up for a good time and loved to travel. She often set her sights on a goal (especially one named John) and usually achieved what she set out to do. She loved John and her boys and shared her artistic talents with myriads of students. It was such a shock to learn that someone who had squeezed life into every minute of her day was losing hers at such a young age. I still think of her often and the good times we shared.
Anne Hackett is present in my life every single day. I can still hear her laugh, mostly at the absurdity of everything. I still hear her call me A Larkin, which I adopted as the way I identify myself because it reminds me of her and it makes me smile. She took on life iike a firestorm, wrung every single drop out of it, took no prisoners, recognized no barriers, charged through like a bull in a china shop. All while immensely enjoying herself. My daughter is named after her, in part. I think she assimilated some of Anne's headstrong charge into life. That's a good way to be. I still miss her.
Nancy hailed from Phoenixville, Pa. With her blond hair and distinctive accent, I initially thought Nancy was a foreign exchange student! Her room was right above mine freshman year, and by the end of the year there was a well-worn path on the staircase connecting the first floor of Brescia to the second. We were fellow English majors and suite mates at CNR, and shared our first NYC apartment the year following graduation. I feel like we grew up together.
Nancy was one of the most organized people I have ever known. The plastic boxes that lent order to her life traveled with her from her dorm room to our NYC apartment and then on to her home with Tommy. I wonder if they made it to Virginia when she and Tommy moved from Lloyd’s Neck to Arlington to be near their daughter, son-in-law and their cherished grandson Ryan.
Order made it into Nancy’s daily schedule as well; dinner followed by a few games of bridge in the caf, study time, a game of scrabble and then the opening monologue of The Tonight Show were de rigueur for her day.
When I last saw Nancy at a memorial service for her husband Tom who passed away in the spring of 2016, she was as bubbly as ever, madly in love with her two grandchildren Ryan and Mia, still working as an editor, still kayaking, and getting ready to plan a trip to Kenya to visit her youngest daughter Morgan. I will never forget the shock of her brain cancer diagnosis a few months later,
and will always cherish the memories we created together.
Meg. She left us too soon as a result of a car accident.
I lived next door to, near, and with Meg while at CNR and for several years after graduation. She graced our Ursula corridor with her Virgin Island vibe and introduced us to The Mamas and Papas before local radio (!) stations played them. Maura housed us as Sophomores; Newman House as Juniors; and, Angela as Seniors.
Post CNR, Meg and I took first JOBS (!) at Fairfield University in the Development Office. We lived in a sub-let apartment atop the Episcopal Church in Bridgeport, Ct. We called ourselves the 60's version of Bats-in-The-Belfry and never stopped laughing.
Meg could be super serious one minute only to break into her endearing smile the next. She was empathetic before that word was popular, kind and generous.
Even after jobs pulled us in different directions, we stayed in touch sharing tales of Motherhood and trying to perfect the 36 hour day!
Barbara and I first met as lab partners in Physics 101, but our friendship was cemented over our mutual love for M&Ms. We would sit on my bed and split a bag of M&Ms – a LARGE bag – sorted by color – and discuss the important topics of the day. In our four years at CNR, we shared much more than M&Ms, but whenever visiting Barbara in Maine, I would find a bowl of M&Ms on my bedside table.
Barbara’s major was French, mine was English – but at CNR we all spoke our own language. The Ship, the Barge, the smoker, the caf, Bobby Deli. When we spoke those words, we felt like we were a part of something special. My daughter Megan, Barbara’s goddaughter, once told me that she loved Mr. Rogers when she was young because he spoke right to her. Barbara had that same gift, the ability to really speak to whomever she was with, and to make them feel special.
Barbara was a perfectionist and a problem solver. Hair too short – get a hair piece, too long – get a wig. She hated her fingernails, but Barbara had a solution for that as well. She decided to invest in fake ones. The tedium of applying the nails paid off when, on the new fingernails very first outing, Barbara met a boy from Fordham – at The Ship Ahoy. His name was Paul Tully. Back in our dorm room that night, Barbara told me all about Paul while she removed her nails – and the glue that held them in place. When Barbara’s “bell” rang announcing a visitor the next afternoon, she went into an all-out panic. What was she to do about her nails? Rather than admit the nails were fake – Paul had admired them after all – Barbara sent me down to chat with Paul while she began the tedious re-application process.
Barbara never did anything halfway. When she and Paul decided to travel to Italy, Barbara learned Italian. When Barbara decided to volunteer as a docent at the Portland Art Museum, she traveled to Boston for several semesters, taking courses in art history and earning a certificate in Museum Studies from Tufts.
As a part of Barbara’s eulogy, her daughter Lauren re-counted that her mother’s parting words each morning as they all left for school were, “Be sure to be nice to everyone.” Barbara always followed her own admonition to be nice to everyone, and I will never forget her.
Mary Lou, Lou, or "Slats!" Need I write more? Close your eyes for a moment, quietly whisper "Slats," and I am betting that you are smiling! "Slats" had that effect!
Lou was a fun and funny friend who sometimes overrode her sensible self with a bit of mischief...rearranged bedding was a trademark! She brought a fierce competitive spirit to her studies and her sports. Lou on the basketball court and in our Swimphonies was a mighty force.
Lou brought that same zeal to life post CNR...excelling as a teacher and administrator in the Plattsburgh area school system, embracing Motherhood, and battling the cancer which ultimately claimed her.
Mother Theophane once referred to Mary Lou as " full of positive energy." I think Mother got that right!
Let us not forget that Slats was the cornerstone of the 4-year-undefeated-class -of-1968 basketball team! She was awesome off the court and on the court. With Slats as our center, nobody could beat us. Such an awesome person. I truly miss her.