Michele, you influenced my life in so many ways. We dated the same boys. You played sports, painted, sang and excelled in academics. I could never keep up. When we were room mates, your side of the room was completely decorated in purple and mine in orange and yellow. We were the antithesis of each other, but yet, our friendship endured.
“With her head tucked underneath her arm” was a Baudy silly song that Michelle and I sang at Sunday lunch at the Upper School (when it was still called that). How we found out we both knew the song from our families, I don’t know. It was a unique song, not on the radio! We practiced our “English Cockney accents” to give Anne Boleyn’s ghostly story the grit and flare it deserved It was successful. What I remember was Michelle’s great competitive spirit, joyfulness and kindness.. Glancing aournd choir I remember her concentration and smile while singing. Those qualities still shine on in my memory.
Cathie Johnson (Trogdon) (1973)
Michele, you influenced my life in so many ways. We dated the same boys. You played sports, painted, sang and excelled in academics. I could never keep up. When we were room mates, your side of the room was completely decorated in purple and mine in orange and yellow. We were the antithesis of each other, but yet, our friendship endured.
Tracey Slate (1973)
“With her head tucked underneath her arm” was a Baudy silly song that Michelle and I sang at Sunday lunch at the Upper School (when it was still called that). How we found out we both knew the song from our families, I don’t know. It was a unique song, not on the radio! We practiced our “English Cockney accents” to give Anne Boleyn’s ghostly story the grit and flare it deserved It was successful. What I remember was Michelle’s great competitive spirit, joyfulness and kindness.. Glancing aournd choir I remember her concentration and smile while singing. Those qualities still shine on in my memory.