Chris and I had a number of art classes together. I remember that sometimes she would have a small smile, and then suddenly she’d burst into laughter; it’s been a happy memory of her, and one which I’ve recalled ever since. Yet she was one of the first to go, before she was 20, as I remember.
Tucked away with some old art work, I’ve still got a pencil portrait of Chris, a profile, which I drew back then, in ’58 or ‘59. It isn’t particularly great, but it’s part of my memories, both of Chris and of our years at Montclair High.
Tony Eich
Chris and I had a number of art classes together. I remember that sometimes she would have a small smile, and then suddenly she’d burst into laughter; it’s been a happy memory of her, and one which I’ve recalled ever since. Yet she was one of the first to go, before she was 20, as I remember.Tucked away with some old art work, I’ve still got a pencil portrait of Chris, a profile, which I drew back then, in ’58 or ‘59. It isn’t particularly great, but it’s part of my memories, both of Chris and of our years at Montclair High.