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Lynne passed on May 28th, 2018 while traveling to return home after a get-together with Paly classmates. Those of us who were able to visit with her at our 60th are aware of the illness she was enduring.
My memories of Lynne are fun and happy. We enjoyed making complete idiots of ourselves while square dancing in PE classes. I enjoy that particular flashback because it's the time when I saw her completely let go and act like a nut (till then I wasn't sure she had it in her). She also set me up on double dates with her and Stanford boys. A good friend in lots of ways. Rest in peace, Lynne.😇 Lorna
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Edwin McLACHLAN
Lynne was special to me. I lived in new England in Connecticut 22 miles east of NY and was at times down town NY during
the war. Seems most that came from back East ended up there too.
Ed McLachlan
Peter Sanford
Lynne and I kind of went together our senior year. We went to the graduation dance and party together. She was pretty and smart - voted best looking (along with Tom Cathcart) and most sophisticated. I visited her during her first year at Wellesley, or Smith or one of those good women's schools back east she was attending.
I was always a bit inimidated by her intellect. We kept in touch with Christmas cards. I think she had a daughter and two boys.
She came to all our reunions. At the 60th she was in a wheel chair but in good spirits, determined to do a much as she was able with what time she had left.
In college she was a liberal arts major, but later in life went back to school and got a degree in software science which served her well during the latter part of her life.
I feel lucky to have known her and had her in my life for a short period of time.
Peter Sanford
Steven Maxwell Johnson
Peter Sanford: I recall that she spent a short time at Vassar.
This news about Lynne is sad but not surprising given how she was in a wheechair and barely able to catch her breath at the 60th Reunion. All can agree that she stood out in so many wonderful ways. During my high school years, she stood out in our class as being a rare combination of beauty, shyness, brilliance, and sense of humor. Maybe she is the smartest female I ever met in my lifetime.
Wyn Wachhorst
I only discovered Lynne’s death via Lorna’s email yesterday (8/2); I should check the site more often. I thought I might offer here a note that she sent me last March. It highlights a certain sensitivity she had. I really didn’t get to know her until the last three or four reunions, though we did have a conversation of some length the evening of the Cutting beach party during graduation week in ’56; she wrote a nice note about it in my yearbook. I always regretted that I hadn’t known her sooner (but I was clueless in those days). She was voted best looking, but of course her intelligence (as Pete and Steve note above), her high awareness, and her abiding spirit are what now loom largest in memory.
Hi Wyn,
It’s nice to hear from you. I’m just starting to come out of hibernation, which is my answer to the difficulties cold weather causes with my breathing. Back-to-back Nor’easters fooled me and the groundhog, so I’m still not ready to wake up. In short, I’m pretty sedentary and surprisingly I tolerate it well, although I am still looking wistfully at trips I know I can’t handle and places whose altitude is too much for me. Unfortunately one of my sons lives high in the Rockies, so they are off limits.
I’m enjoying the promise of spring on my river. If we’re lucky we won’t have a flood. As we wait out the dissipation of winter’s water and hope it won’t be excessive. The birds and squirrels are actively doing what critters do in the spring and seem to be enjoying themselves and my birdseed. We had a visit from (I’m guessing) a yearling or so bald eagle last week. And no, he didn’t come to the feeder, but he did sit in a tree on the island and look very much larger than the other birds nearby. I keep hoping that he’ll come back and bring his dad. I’ve sighted Dad maybe a dozen times in the last five years and it’s always a thrill.
I think of you and Rita every time a bit of Hamiltoniana catches my eye (or ear) and wonder if you have overcome your antipathy to Rap and gone to see it. If not, come to New York for it. It would be fine to see you here even if Hamilton is not your cup of tea.
Lynne
As Lynne and so many others who’ve been part of our lives (and so part of our selves) disappear, it seems ever more difficult to grasp the reality that they no longer exist—that they are now utterly nonexistent. Most take issue with this far more profound truth, and the fact that few share this perception of reality only adds a sense of isolation to the loss. How great it would be if it were not true. I could answer Lynne’s note, which, regrettably, I never did.