Remembering Debbie Enroth is easy. She was fun and had a great sense of humor. Her father was Dr. Enroth and they lived right by the Manitou Bridge on Lake Avenue. We went through elementary school together and also high school. Her mother and her mother's sister had the same disease that Debbie died from. Maybe someone can remember the name of it. This disease is past on only to girls. Debbie had two boys. She died way too young.
I also fondly remember Debbie Enroth. She and I used to perform 60s folk song covers from Peter, Paul and Mary, the Kingston Trio, Bob Dylan, etc, for the high school talent shows, senior centers, faculty wives clubs, etc. We were known as "Dick and Debbie" - how original! In fact. I beleive we actually performed a couple time for White Bear groups having a banquet at Gulden's, our Saturday night reunion venue. While at Gulden's, if you hear a lilting soprano voice singing "Where Have all the Flowers Gone?", it may be Debbie's indomitable spirit singing from "long time ago!".
Where do I start in talking about Debbie and the wonderful year that we had together our senior year. Well, as Jill mentioned, we started out in grade school together and Doc Enroth was our family doctor (who I knew from an early age since he made house calls and treated my whooping cough). Deb and I never really spent much time together until late in the summer of 1964 when I ran into her at the grocery store on 4th Street - she was working at the checkout lane and when she waited on me, I fell for her right then and there! I don't recall if I asked her out that day or called her later, but the rest is history.
We spent most of our time together that year (despite Coach Dietz giving us the evil eye during football season when we walked through the school together) - we often walked home together and spent time on the weekends going to movies, to parties, anything that was going on. One of our earliest dates was a Johny Mathis concert at the Orpheum Theater in Minneapolis. Doc Enroth had tickets that he could not use so he gave them to Debbie and me. Since I had never driven to downtown Minneapolis (being a St. Paul boy), he had to give us explicit directions to make sure I took good care of his precious girl. We made it and enjoyed almost front-row seats for a very romantic concert. After graduation, I spent a weekend with the Enroth family at their cabin in Virginia, MN - driving up after work with Debbie's brother in their Thunderbird. These were some of the special times but there were many more.
Debbie and I shared a beautiful year but ended up going our separate ways in college. Her father was a client of the law firm that I worked for following law school so I knew of her family then. I was shocked and saddened to find out from Jill a few years back that she had passed at such an early age.
Jill Wiegand (Sievers)
Remembering Debbie Enroth is easy. She was fun and had a great sense of humor. Her father was Dr. Enroth and they lived right by the Manitou Bridge on Lake Avenue. We went through elementary school together and also high school. Her mother and her mother's sister had the same disease that Debbie died from. Maybe someone can remember the name of it. This disease is past on only to girls. Debbie had two boys. She died way too young.
Richard F. Rortvedt
I also fondly remember Debbie Enroth. She and I used to perform 60s folk song covers from Peter, Paul and Mary, the Kingston Trio, Bob Dylan, etc, for the high school talent shows, senior centers, faculty wives clubs, etc. We were known as "Dick and Debbie" - how original! In fact. I beleive we actually performed a couple time for White Bear groups having a banquet at Gulden's, our Saturday night reunion venue. While at Gulden's, if you hear a lilting soprano voice singing "Where Have all the Flowers Gone?", it may be Debbie's indomitable spirit singing from "long time ago!".
Dick Rortvedt
Edward Resler
Where do I start in talking about Debbie and the wonderful year that we had together our senior year. Well, as Jill mentioned, we started out in grade school together and Doc Enroth was our family doctor (who I knew from an early age since he made house calls and treated my whooping cough). Deb and I never really spent much time together until late in the summer of 1964 when I ran into her at the grocery store on 4th Street - she was working at the checkout lane and when she waited on me, I fell for her right then and there! I don't recall if I asked her out that day or called her later, but the rest is history.
We spent most of our time together that year (despite Coach Dietz giving us the evil eye during football season when we walked through the school together) - we often walked home together and spent time on the weekends going to movies, to parties, anything that was going on. One of our earliest dates was a Johny Mathis concert at the Orpheum Theater in Minneapolis. Doc Enroth had tickets that he could not use so he gave them to Debbie and me. Since I had never driven to downtown Minneapolis (being a St. Paul boy), he had to give us explicit directions to make sure I took good care of his precious girl. We made it and enjoyed almost front-row seats for a very romantic concert. After graduation, I spent a weekend with the Enroth family at their cabin in Virginia, MN - driving up after work with Debbie's brother in their Thunderbird. These were some of the special times but there were many more.
Debbie and I shared a beautiful year but ended up going our separate ways in college. Her father was a client of the law firm that I worked for following law school so I knew of her family then. I was shocked and saddened to find out from Jill a few years back that she had passed at such an early age.
Truly, Ed