Peggy made us all laugh with joy when she tied a bow with her toes in (what was it called?) Mormon school before school started. Can't remember what it was called. Been outta SLC for too long. Anyway, Peggy was an original and a fun-loving and creative young lady. I'm so sorry she is gone. May she rest in peace. Patrice Jensen
Peggy was an intelligent, lovely and kind person. She had a fascination with Russian language. Unfortunately, I lost contact with her after I moved to Houston, but knew she had married. She will always exist in my memory as a wonderful person. The world is poorer for her absence.
I always thought Peggy would be a famous author/poet some day. She was pretty amazing -- onr of the smartest, if not the smartest, in our group. I remember watching the moon landing at her house. Some of the rest of you must have been there too.
Yes, Peggy was the smartest. And with such a fun, quirky wit! Both pictures—young and old—show this in her eyes! I still have her first harp that her kind husband bequeathed me, and still enjoy hearing Russian spoken. I do miss her!
Peggy was a rare and wonderful person. On a walk around campus one day she shared some poems with me. She loved the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins. Here is a quote from one of the poems she read to me: "I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn falcon."
A lot of my fondest memories include my best pal from Rosslyn Heights through Highland High, Peggy Jo Stewart, and the times we conspired to disrupt Mrs. Miner's Creative Writing Class or to bag school altogether and go wading barefoot in the creek at Sugarhouse Park while we held poetry duels or played a literary game of Name That Book by quoting only the opening line. On one of those adventures I remember we convinced Charlie Contant and a couple of others to join us in our rebellion against the confines of the classroom. And what a pleasant afternoon was had by all.
For years we exchanged letters and conversations and poetry and then as happens, drifted into less and less contact. When I learned of her passing, I was overseas and I felt that chasm of time and distance and the sadness of a world without her presence.
I truly do miss her and her brilliant mind and the warmth of her smile and friendship.
E. Patrice Jensen
Peggy made us all laugh with joy when she tied a bow with her toes in (what was it called?) Mormon school before school started. Can't remember what it was called. Been outta SLC for too long. Anyway, Peggy was an original and a fun-loving and creative young lady. I'm so sorry she is gone. May she rest in peace. Patrice Jensen
Charles Contant
Peggy was an intelligent, lovely and kind person. She had a fascination with Russian language. Unfortunately, I lost contact with her after I moved to Houston, but knew she had married. She will always exist in my memory as a wonderful person. The world is poorer for her absence.
Milt Policzer
I always thought Peggy would be a famous author/poet some day. She was pretty amazing -- onr of the smartest, if not the smartest, in our group. I remember watching the moon landing at her house. Some of the rest of you must have been there too.
Elaine Carr (Brewster)
Yes, Peggy was the smartest. And with such a fun, quirky wit! Both pictures—young and old—show this in her eyes! I still have her first harp that her kind husband bequeathed me, and still enjoy hearing Russian spoken. I do miss her!
Jim (James) Scott
Peggy was a rare and wonderful person. On a walk around campus one day she shared some poems with me. She loved the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins. Here is a quote from one of the poems she read to me: "I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn falcon."
Cory Elcock
A lot of my fondest memories include my best pal from Rosslyn Heights through Highland High, Peggy Jo Stewart, and the times we conspired to disrupt Mrs. Miner's Creative Writing Class or to bag school altogether and go wading barefoot in the creek at Sugarhouse Park while we held poetry duels or played a literary game of Name That Book by quoting only the opening line. On one of those adventures I remember we convinced Charlie Contant and a couple of others to join us in our rebellion against the confines of the classroom. And what a pleasant afternoon was had by all.
For years we exchanged letters and conversations and poetry and then as happens, drifted into less and less contact. When I learned of her passing, I was overseas and I felt that chasm of time and distance and the sadness of a world without her presence.
I truly do miss her and her brilliant mind and the warmth of her smile and friendship.