Ada Wiklund (Holloway)
Wow, I think you folks have much better memories than I do. But then I moved to Kentfield in 4th grade, soon after my mom died of cancer and my dad had remarried to a woman with 4 children, so there were 7 of us kids, and my youngest brother was born in 1955, in Marin General. In the aftermath of my mother's death I think I was lost, dazed, and confused.
I do remember being so happy at summer school because I could take art classes. And one of my fond memories was going to Kent Corners and buying Bonomo's Turkish Taffy for 5 cents, playing tennis with my two brothers at College of Marin and buying books at the used book store. I still buy used books, and reading is still one of my most time consuming hobbies. I also make and teach dollhouse miniatures, and that has given me a nice group of friends in retirement.
I had great freedom of movement in Marin, and rode my bike to San Rafael, Laginitas, Sam Taylor Park, Belvedere, Tiberon, and Corte Madera, often with Jean Miles. On Saturdays we could be gone till 5 p.m., and I never thought about being unsafe, wandering so far.
Until one day I walked to Lake Laginitas and encountered a man who was standing out in the brush. (You guess what he was doing, dressed as he had been to a wedding earlier that day, with flowers in the car.) He was waiting in his car by the side of the road when I came down. He tried to "pick me up" and kept trying to talk to me and get me into his car. When I came to the first intersection, Peter Noyes drove by and offered me a ride home. I think he lived off Laurel Grove, as I did.
Of course, I could not say a word of that to Peter, who was my savior that day. So thank you, Peter, for getting me out of the grip of rape and murder, on that sunny day. You never knew how much I was grateful.
I thought the marriage of Miss Howie and Mr. Hartley was the most exciting thing. I must have walked around in a romantic haze for weeks. Months. I still remember that.
And the murder of Lorna Lax, in the negative way. My younger brother had to clean out her desk at school. I still wonder what happened to the boy who killed her; does anyone know? It rocked my view of the world.
Do you remember Cotillion. I thought THAT was so romantic, even wearing gloves. Thank you, boys, for showing up and dancing with me. The Ballet Aquacade. I don't think I swam in it, but my older sisters did.
Maybe I remember more than I think. We moved the summer before my senior year. I miss those times in Marin.
Ada Holloway (Wiklund)
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