Barb was my dear dear friend since 8th grade. I called her Kris Krause. She never seemed to be unhappy. She could be silly but always gentle. Her poetry was amazing. She was a bridesmaid in my wedding.. When she died relatively young, I refused to believe it. I think of her often and love the memory of her crying at the Beatles '65 concert when the police stopped the show.
Mary Majer (Crook) (1966)
Barb was my dear dear friend since 8th grade. I called her Kris Krause. She never seemed to be unhappy. She could be silly but always gentle. Her poetry was amazing. She was a bridesmaid in my wedding.. When she died relatively young, I refused to believe it. I think of her often and love the memory of her crying at the Beatles '65 concert when the police stopped the show.