Is it really 30 years since the last time Heidi so kindly went through the task of creating an update? Those 20 years have gone by in a flash. I’m sorry I won’t be with you at the reunion.
I’m currently reading Gail Collins’ book, “When Everything Changed”. Being born in 1950, the same year the book begins, I feel as if I am right smack in the middle of this extraordinary story and the history it recounts. And yet, I can’t honestly say that I experienced much of the limitations and frustrations so eloquently recorded in this book. And to a large extent, I credit Hunter for that. We had such a unique environment in which to spend our high school years; one that was supportive of us as women. Competitive, creative, collaborative all at the same time. The one thing I remember was the feeling of being challenged all the time, and stretched in everything I did. And having that experience has served me well since. I never let anyone tell me that I couldn’t do something I wanted to.
As for the particulars… As I said in 1997 I left NY for college, and then moved to Boston, where I lived and worked as an accountant and finance executive for the next 40 years(!). Still married to Raymond, the guy I met my sophomore year in college. We had two lively boys who have grown into two wonderful men. One is married, the other single.
In 1997 I had recently begun work as the CFO for a rehab organization in the Boston area. I remained with the organization in a variety of positions until my retirement in 2010. Interestingly, I ended up working in the disability community. It went full circle, as my first volunteer job when I was at Hunter was with the NY ARC.
The year after my retirement we moved to Port Townsend Washington, in the Pacific Northwest two hours (and a ferry ride) west of Seattle. A small town with a decidedly quirky and hippie like vibe, it is a beautiful place that borders the Puget Sound, with views of the Olympic Mountains, the Cascades and Mt. Rainier . Quite a difference from the dense Northeast we came from. If any of you get out this way, please come and visit. |