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December 2001

Dear Classmate,

 

Although we begin this class letter as we usually do — by quoting other writers — any similarity to past class letters ends there.  We discovered that in these dark days we couldn’t write an upbeat and newsy fall letter.  The letter we couldn’t write just now will go to you in late winter or even spring.  This time we include two poems in full.  The first is by Mary Oliver:

Sunrise.
You can
die for it....
an idea,
or the world. People
of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
have done so,
brilliantly
letting
their small bodies be bound
blazes for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
to the stake
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light.  But
under the lashes 
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire

And then, Robert Frost’s “Something Like a Star”:

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud--
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.

It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.

Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something!   And it says,   "I burn."

It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid
.

But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.

You may have read this on the back cover of the Summer Quarterly: [ “. . . [The campus] has come to symbolize a promise of calm and order during times of confusion. . . . where I learned that all things were related, that spring always came, that all shades of campus green could blend, and we could all live in peace.  I have traveled extensively, but this campus, with its infinite capacity for surprise, is still one of the wonders of the world.” ] More than ever we appreciate Mount Holyoke and the other great colleges and universities as “something like a star.”   They ask, as Frost’s persona asks, that we be humane and enlightened and steadfast and, as Oliver’s urges, that we live with largeness of heart and joy.

September 11 for the two of us has brought to the fore what’s most important in our lives and hearts, and has made us fiercely want and need to tend to those things, to seize the day, to put one foot firmly in front of the other and keep going in this forever-altered terrain.  It seems essential — but also very hard to do.  More than ever we feel our interdependence and our need to count on one another and be counted on.  How about a class web site and chat room where we can talk about topics important to us (such as health, life-threatening diseases, aged parents, divorce, the death of loved ones or friends) — and on another note, travel, books, theater, retirement, volunteering, hobbies, new careers?  Can technology help us keep the spirit of community strong?  Any volunteers to explore building a 1960 web site?  The Alumnae Association will give us strong support.

What’s on your mind?  Call or email us.  In our next letter maybe we’ll say a little about our views of the unfortunate dust-up that now seems a little absurd and that has been settled in an interim agreement.  The Alumnae Association’s wonderful web site (http://www.alumnae.mtholyoke.edu) carries the text of the agreement.  You may be interested to know that the College has also updated their website (www.mtholyoke.edu).   Among other things, you can take a tour in real-time video of the construction at Clapp, filmed ongoing by a mini-cam in the library tower.

In the department of Affirmative Action and Believing the Future In, now this:  in February Dana will be leaving the field of anesthesiology in Atlanta and with her four dogs moving to other terrain — in South Hadley — fenced, with a pleasant house on it, and Prof. Curtis Smith on premises much of the time.  Dana asks, “Should I continue to tarry/With our Class Honorary/Will that indeed/Make me one, too?”

We encourage you to keep in touch — or get in touch — with classmates in your area.  Mini-reunions, whatever form they take, are lots more fun and worthwhile than you might imagine.  And we encourage you to fulfill your pledges and keep the faith with an institution “to stay our minds on and be staid.”

With warm regards,

  

Susan Bradley Cabot
56 St Lawrence Street
Portland, ME 04101-4316
207 / 780 - 0351
amitybc@maine.rr.com

 Dana Feldshuh Whyte
32 Atwood Rd

South Hadley, MA 01075
413 / 534-7115
dlfwhyte@comcast.net

 

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