On one of our rambles, my mother and I visited the Alumni House.

Inside there's a little museum with artifacts and memorabilia.


Here is a bird's-eye view of the campus soon after it moved to the edge of town from a downtown location. The image pre-dates the construction of my family home, but the red arrow indicates its eventual location.

In a bookcase in the little museum we also found a collection of old yearbooks. So we looked up my grandmother's senior class photo.


For a time during her childhood, my grandmother lived in this pretty house.

In my parents' home are many family portraits. Two of my maternal grandfather, as a young Naval officer and later in his retirement after "working for Presidents". There's one of my grandmother, too.
Two charcoal portraits were made of me--one when I was a very little girl, and one when I was ten years old and performing in a play. Two pastel portraits were done later.
I remember sitting for this one when I was home from college. I wore a similar blouse when I played Irina in Chekhov's The Three Sisters.

I can't believe I ever looked so youthful!
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