Amy would have loved this renunion. She talked me into going to the 35th, and I will forever be grateful to her. She died in April 2011 after a courageous battle with ovarian cancer.
I met Amy very soon after her family moved to Buffalo from Cleveland. Her brother, Michael, and my brother, Sandy, were (and remain) good friends, and I met Amy through them. Our birthdays were 6 months apart - to the day - so I started a homemade birthday card that we sent back and forth to eachother for years saying, "Roses are red. Violets are blue. Happy half-birthday to me means happy birthday to you." After her diagnosis, she sent me that message on my birthday after a long hiatus. When we were 19 years old, Amy and I decided to take a car trip to visit a friend on Long Island and then drive to Washington, DC. Neither of us could read a map and we got very lost trying to get to the North Shore of L.I. from New York City. But the best part was Washington. We got to DC just in time to watch the historic Medicare vote. We were on a tour of the Capital building. Of course we got lost in the building and ran into this very nice man who asked us if we would like to watch the vote. Ends up he was the Secretary to the Senate. He took us up in the Senators' elevator and sat us in the news reporters' section so we could sit there as long as we wanted (people in the gallary were only allowed to take a seat for 2 minutes). We witnessed the entire process, start to finish. What an experience!
I feel so fortunate to have re-connected with Amy just a few years ago. We found each other on Facebook! And we were able to meet up in San Francisco and spend a wonderful weekend together at Pam Miller's. My high school memory of Amy was that she was just about the funniest person I had ever met. Miss you, Amy! Keep 'em laughing up there!
Amy and I drove to California together( i had an internship in san francisco) through the endless plains and then through the goreous canadian rockies. In the state of washington, we met up with a boyfriend of hers, who she ended up marrying. But before then, she came back to visit me and got enamored of another fellow with one of those cute sporty Karmen Ghia's. we then went to Europe to pick up a Volkswagen in Germany, among other things. and she spent lots of time writing one of those guy, cant remember which one, which really ticked me off... BE HERE NOW, would have been my refrain, but I didn't hear that phrase until a year so so after our trip. I stayed in Europe, she came home early. And at some point married Howie , who had been the soldier in Washington. I didnt see her for probably 25 years, but when I did, I realized she had a great life with him, wonderful kids, grand children close by. She said, she was one of the luckiest people in the world.
Within a year she was gone. Life is unpredictable...Live it. Pam Miller
Karen Leff
Amy would have loved this renunion. She talked me into going to the 35th, and I will forever be grateful to her. She died in April 2011 after a courageous battle with ovarian cancer.
I met Amy very soon after her family moved to Buffalo from Cleveland. Her brother, Michael, and my brother, Sandy, were (and remain) good friends, and I met Amy through them. Our birthdays were 6 months apart - to the day - so I started a homemade birthday card that we sent back and forth to eachother for years saying, "Roses are red. Violets are blue. Happy half-birthday to me means happy birthday to you." After her diagnosis, she sent me that message on my birthday after a long hiatus. When we were 19 years old, Amy and I decided to take a car trip to visit a friend on Long Island and then drive to Washington, DC. Neither of us could read a map and we got very lost trying to get to the North Shore of L.I. from New York City. But the best part was Washington. We got to DC just in time to watch the historic Medicare vote. We were on a tour of the Capital building. Of course we got lost in the building and ran into this very nice man who asked us if we would like to watch the vote. Ends up he was the Secretary to the Senate. He took us up in the Senators' elevator and sat us in the news reporters' section so we could sit there as long as we wanted (people in the gallary were only allowed to take a seat for 2 minutes). We witnessed the entire process, start to finish. What an experience!
Sally Logerquist (Lampe)
I feel so fortunate to have re-connected with Amy just a few years ago. We found each other on Facebook! And we were able to meet up in San Francisco and spend a wonderful weekend together at Pam Miller's. My high school memory of Amy was that she was just about the funniest person I had ever met. Miss you, Amy! Keep 'em laughing up there!
Pamela Miller
Amy and I drove to California together( i had an internship in san francisco) through the endless plains and then through the goreous canadian rockies. In the state of washington, we met up with a boyfriend of hers, who she ended up marrying. But before then, she came back to visit me and got enamored of another fellow with one of those cute sporty Karmen Ghia's. we then went to Europe to pick up a Volkswagen in Germany, among other things. and she spent lots of time writing one of those guy, cant remember which one, which really ticked me off... BE HERE NOW, would have been my refrain, but I didn't hear that phrase until a year so so after our trip. I stayed in Europe, she came home early. And at some point married Howie , who had been the soldier in Washington. I didnt see her for probably 25 years, but when I did, I realized she had a great life with him, wonderful kids, grand children close by. She said, she was one of the luckiest people in the world.
Within a year she was gone. Life is unpredictable...Live it. Pam Miller