After graduation, I went to Western Michigan University and graduated with a degree in secondary education--probably a surprise to most people since I was such a screw-off in high school. I taught senior English for three years at Waterford Township H.S., and during that time was married briefly--one year to be exact--to my college sweetheart. I then married a fellow teacher, lived in Troy, and had three kids. We moved back to the Okemos area in the eighties because our kids all wanted to attend MSU. At that point, I had been a "housewife" for 20 years and decided to go back to school. I graduated from MSU school of nursing and have been working as an RN at Sparrow Hospital for the past 22 years. My second marriage lasted for 30 years (29 years too long) and I have been happily divorced for 12 years. My kids all flew the coop (literally) after college and now live in Ft. Lauderdale, Las Vegas, and Park City, Utah. It's hard having them far away, but I have great places to visit. I am blessed to have four beautiful grandchildren--the loves of my life.

For the past few years I have been going with Jim Bartow, Haslett-1962. And yes, he is related to our own illustrious Jon Bartow. They are cousins. He's a great guy, and we've had many good times together.

I moved to Okemos the summer before my sophomore year. I attended my freshman year at a suburban Chicago high school with 6,000 kids, so the move was MAJOR culture shock. I was very shy and self-conscious, and I remember walking down the halls at OHS with my head down, not speaking to anyone. Years later, someone told me that the other kids thought I was stuck-up. I was so shocked to hear that and apologize to anyone I unintentionally snubbed. I'm a little more outgoing now.

I especially remember the first date of my life. It was with Terry Wallin. We went to a party at someone's house on Hamilton Rd. (don't remember whose) and his dad took us. He was such a nice guy. I also remember being in trouble constantly in class for not paying attention. I was a major source of irritation to all the teachers. Years later, I took care of Thelma Lamb in the hospital, and I was scared to death to tell her who I was.