ADAMS
The date was great: by motorcycle to the top of Mt. Greylock for a picnic lunch, softball at Look Park, and pizza at Pinnochio’s in North Amherst. That was in June 1979. By November we were engaged, and we married in February 1981. We will celebrate 29 years together this coming weekend. I am a self-employed accountant, working out of our home in Stoughton. Lynne is in commercial-property management in Boston. David E. Adams ’79 AMADORI
Ann Haviland Amadori ’65 BARROWS In the middle of a full-scale riot, I noticed Zach across the crowd. A friend of his was talking to a friend of mine, so I decided to introduce myself. We made small talk and went our separate ways. The next day I grabbed lunch at the Franklin DC between classes and bumped into Zach at the salad bar. He invited me to sit with him. Two hours later I realized I had missed my class and might have met the man of my dreams. I went back to my dorm room to gush to my roommate, Marisa, about the amazing guy I met. At that point I realized that he hadn’t asked for my number or for another opportunity to hang out, so I feared that my giant crush wasn’t mutual. I asked Marisa if I would seem like a stalker if I just happened to take a stroll down the fourth floor of Van Meter, since I knew that was where he lived. She assured me it was a creepy idea. I decided not to and instead took a stroll down my hallway to use the restroom. Just then I noticed Zach. In shock, I gasped, “What are you doing here?” to which he replied, “I came to see you.” Great minds think alike. That weekend, we went to see The Royal Tenenbaums and ate Antonio’s. I ate more pizza than he did, which he now says sealed the deal for him. We’ve been married since 2007 and currently live in San Diego. Zach is a program director with Invisible Children, an organization working to end the war in Northern Uganda and rebuild schools there. I’m a program director with the Monarch School, the nation’s only public school for homeless children. Tara Barrows BONASONI I have such fond memories of our time at UMass. There were fraternity parties at Phi Sigma Kappa, movies at the Amherst Theatre, and Sunday breakfasts at Shumway’s, the Quonset Club, and the Meadows, where we had our first date. We married and raised our three children in Longmeadow. Our son graduated from the School of Engineering at UMass in 1987. Over the years we continued to visit the Amherst campus to attend reunions and football games and renew old friendships. UMass has always been a part of our lives. On May 2, 2009, Dan and I celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. Sadly, he died suddenly the next day. I feel very fortunate to have met such a great guy at UMass and shared many happy years with him. The mutual friend who introduced us was Jack Welch ’57. Thanks, Jack. Claire Bizzozero Bonasoni ’60 CHAFFEE John Chaffee, a Korean War vet, was 20 and—wow—he had a car. Charlie wanted to get off campus and go to a Hadley roadhouse several miles away where we could drink with no questions asked. John was tall and I liked his looks. At just one month past my 18th birthday, I was awed by his Army experience. He was older than anyone I had ever dated. Usually talkative and outgoing, that night I was quiet and shy. He didn’t call her for weeks and I nearly forgot him, but at some point we began dating. One weekend John told me he was going home to Hingham—did I want to ride with him? He dropped me off at my home in Quincy on Friday night and picked me up Sunday for the long drive back—Route 128 to Route 9, all the way to Amherst (there was no Mass Pike back then). We got to know each other much better on that long ride, but it was often not an easy relationship and in the summer of 1956 I met someone else. John later transferred to Boston University and I graduated from UMass in 1957, already married to my first husband. Twenty-eight years later, in 1984, I went to a political fundraiser for my classmate Madeleine May Kunin, who was running for governor of Vermont. Several people asked me about John and I confessed I had no idea where he was. When George “Trigger” Burke bet me that I couldn’t find him, I did. He was divorced, living and working in Denver. I was divorced too. By early 1985, having met several times despite the geography, John and I agreed to marry. I was the owner of a successful a real estate brokerage office in Plymouth, so he agreed to give up his job and join me. On New Year’s Eve 1985, we were married. A huge party is planned for our 25th anniversary on December 31, 2010! Micki Marcucci Chaffee
’57 DUSHANEK Sitting in the front row during a class on Milton taught by Dr. Stanley Kohler, I turned to examine a room-flooding sunbeam. I became quickly mesmerized, however, by an image that focused the sun’s rays: a host of what seemed to be silver barrettes imprisoning the most beautiful red hair I’d ever seen. Beneath the hair was a visage that expressed to me that I had found my Pearl. Here in this mystical medieval chapel, made of ancient stone, to the soft tones of Professor Kohler’s poetic voice, while scrutinizing Milton’s Paradise Regained, the Fates revealed to me my most beloved Pearl. I call for my Yin to relate the rest of the tale. She: We were married six months later and now, after 50 years of marriage, the terms Yin, Yang, and Pearl no longer fit. We are referred to as the Duke and his Duchess. Guy ’61 and Carole (Noetzel) ’66 Dushanek Farquharson That, however, enabled me to meet a 20-year-old young lady, Priscilla Howe Elliot ’48. I went home that evening and told my family that I had just met my future wife. We were engaged on her 21st birthday—March 23, 1946; I was 22 the next day—and married on June 15, 1947. As we now approach our 63rd anniversary, we have many blessings to share—reasonable health, three children, eight grandsons, and many happy memories of our life together. John H. Farquharson ’46, ’49 FOLEY Several weeks later, conversations by the Career Center copier led to Stefan lending me a play he had written for a writing class, which of course led to a follow-up conversation by phone, then study dates, bus dates, dining-common dates … The relationship was looking good but faced a hurdle: I would be studying overseas in Ireland the following year. Not one to be separated just when things were getting good, Stefan contacted the Junior Year Abroad program and got himself accepted to the last remaining slot, a year in England. Our last few months together before heading overseas were spent studying in the Blue Wall and going to $3 plays at campus theaters. We spent our junior years abroad, returning to move in together for our senior year. We graduated in May 1993 and married that November, moving down to Connecticut to be near Stefan’s job as an actuary with CIGNA Corporation. We lived in Connecticut for five years and then moved to Rio de Janeiro shortly after our first baby was born. A couple of years later baby number two was on the way and we found ourselves living outside Minneapolis. Then, at age 30, Stefan was diagnosed with brain cancer. He went through two years of treatment; sadly, he passed away in December 2001, with me at his side. I am now remarried and living with my two kids in Washington, D.C. The sad ending to the story of my love for Stefan does not impact how I feel about UMass and its potential for lasting relationships one little bit. I still think the UMass Career Center is one of the most romantic places in western Massachusetts. Megan Foley ’93 GERBER On the nights we worked together we enjoyed chatting, and after work Jake always gave me rides from Memorial Hall home to Northeast, as none of the other callers lived there. We became secretly interested in each other. After returning from winter break, Jake gave me a ride home as usual and mentioned that he was about to eat at Bueno y Sano. I said I had never been, and he insisted that I had to go. It became our first date, and I don’t even like burritos! Our relationship soon became the talk of the Annual Fund. We continued to date through the spring and even through the next year, when I spent my junior year abroad in Tsukuba, Japan.
Now when the Annual Fund comes calling, we have a great story to tell and no excuses not to donate! Shannon (Wilson) Gerber ’05 HAVEN She kept coming back to request the song. I don’t recall playing it, but I do remember dancing the rest of the night away together. I’d been struck by lightning and knew right then that she was the one. We agreed to go to the movies the next night and saw The Pink Panther at Mountain Farms Mall Theaters. After a couple of weeks, as Facebook now puts it, we were officially “in a relationship”—back-road motorcycle rides in the fall, Sugarloaf and Mt. Greylock trips, night skiing at Mt. Tom. We had a blast between classes and schoolwork. I graduated in ’78, she in ’79. We moved in together and lived in an old carriage house on Cape Cod. Chris managed a children’s store and, as teaching jobs were scarce, I worked as a carpenter. Rent was cheap and the beach was near. We got engaged Christmas of ’79 and married in Leicester, her home town, on March 1, 1980. We started to build our own house in ’81; it took a year to get to the move-in stage. We’ve been blessed with two children. Our daughter is currently a sophomore at UMass and lives in Washington. Hard to believe it’s been 35 years, but our time at UMass was the foundation of our lives together. Many of the Hogsters remain close friends. We’ve gathered every year since 1985 to reminisce, party, share stories, and catch up on one another’s lives. None of us would trade that time at UMass for anything. We look forward to Homecoming 2010. Chris (Komosky) '79 and Bradford Haven ’78 KNIGHT A Meeting of Myths Sidney Morris ’75 saw me in the first class, but I didn’t notice him until the second. He had a little black puppy that trotted along behind him wherever he went, and during class he’d put his big army-surplus coat, its hood trimmed with wolf fur, down on the floor for the puppy to sleep in. It was 1974; the course was Arts in Elementary Education. We were in our first semester as transfer students. As we gathered in a kindergarten-type circle early one morning, the instructor burst into song: “Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar. Was it you?” she sang, pointing at my future husband. Thirty-five years later, we still laugh about that surreal moment. I was attracted to Sidney because I thought, “If he takes such good care of his puppy, maybe he’ll take care of me.” He was attracted to me because I was an independent woman building her own house on a little island off Cape Cod. So began the myths of our future marriage. We were in the School of Ed’s Explorations program. He graduated a semester ahead of me, so we took off for Mexico in his old VW van, which was retrofitted as a camper. He became my supervising teacher at a bilingual school while I did my practice teaching. Armed with our degrees, we returned to work on the island house where we still live. Two grown children, a couple of dogs and some goats and chickens later, we know the truth about each other but we’re still together. He works as education director at a teaching farm and I run the local community center. Margaret Knight ’76 KRAJEWSKI I wasn’t going to write this, but today my husband, Tom Krajewski ’03, gave his old UMass sweatshirt to Goodwill and it brought back memories of our love story and the need for a bookstore gift certificate. Tom and I should have met in the fall of 1999, when my roommate went on a lunch date with him. When I asked her how it went, she told me, “I told him he’d like my roommate.” I thought, “Why would I like him if you didn’t?” Then, at the beginning of spring semester 2000, a friend pretending to be me, “jillith515,” instant-messaged “tommyk454” on my computer. Somehow, half an hour later, Tom and I had a date to go to the movies the next night. We saw Scream 3 at the old Hampshire Mall movie theater with the sticky floors. It was a cold February night and after the movie, not wanting to stand out in the cold, we got on a PVTA bus for Northampton. If we had realized that the bus would stop there for half an hour we probably wouldn’t have taken it, but then again we might not be together today. As we sat in the empty bus, we talked and got to know each other. I have no idea what we talked about, but we both began sensing that this date was something special. It ended with Tom from Southwest walking Jill back up to Orchard Hill, and a simple hug goodnight. We were married in 2006, and our UMass friends who helped us meet, Corey Laverdiere ’02 and Elizabeth Pelis ’02, joined our wedding party. Valentine’s Day 2010 was the tenth anniversary of our meeting. We now live in Arlington with our dog, two cats, and our precious daughter, Audrey Josephine, who will be one in April. We will always cherish the beginning of our relationship and the time we spent together in the Happy Valley. Jill (Stewart) Krajewski ’02 Landesman My roommates and I were walking back to our dorm after attending some Sorority Teas when two good looking guys in a '41 Chevy offered us a ride back to Lewis Hall. Well, that was the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship between me and driver, Norman (Landesman '49)....a relationship that is approaching 62 years! Now after nearly 60 years of marriage and six children, all of whom graduated from UMass Amherst, one of our grandchildren has been accepted at UMass Amherst for the class of 2014. Norman and I have our experiences at UMass Amherst so thank for such a wonderful life together. Edna (Cohen) Landesman '52
She first laughed at me 38 years ago and I—Mark Loper ’75—wasn’t even trying to be funny. June Martin ’76 saw someone spill beer on me as I crossed the UMass dorm floor. When I asked her to dance, she was still giggling. The next night we saw a Clint Eastwood movie, The Beguiled, at the Student Union and though it wasn’t a comedy we were still chuckling about the Budweiser in my pocket. Over the next four years we saw many more movies, ate many pizzas, and drank so many Fribbles at Friendly’s we had to get married and move before we simply exploded. Living first in Atlanta and then Birmingham (yes, in Alabama!) in the late ’70s was quite a culture shock. June managed a clothing store in downtown Birmingham. I traveled four Southern states selling women’s lingerie for Maidenform—really. I was afraid to tell anyone in those Southern towns what I did for a living, so I said I was an accountant. That always stopped the questions. In 1979 we quit our jobs, traveled Europe and the U.S. for three months, and settled in Los Angeles. June began managing another retail store in Santa Monica and I was going to be a famous screenwriter. We saw some stars, went on a game show, and several years later I realized I could have stepped out of Billy Joel’s “Piano Man.” Once, on a whim, June and her mother drove south and, stopping to use a bathroom, found that they liked the town where the bathroom was. The next weekend June and I drove to San Juan Capistrano and bought a small house five miles from the ocean and a mile from downtown and the old Mission. It was 1984. And here we still are, rapidly approaching 34 years of marriage and with two kids—Brendan, 24, and Bridget, 21—in college. June has her own health/wellness business. I’m a sales executive for 3M. We don’t see as many movies as we used to. But whenever I ask June to dance, she still laughs. Mark Loper ’75 MEYER We met on a hot and sticky September day in 2000, when we were freshman. Both of us were on the 21st floor of John Adams dorm—it was destiny! I was in the Psychology TAP program and Scott Meyer ’04 happened to have been placed on the floor, despite being in the Isenberg School. We became instant friends, along with all of our other floormates. During our fall semester we pledged and began our experience with the greek system. I’m a member of Kappa Kappa Gamma and Scott is a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi. Through this time we were able to share our experiences, develop our friendship, and make many memories. Not until the end of our freshman year did we realize we had more than a friendship. One spring evening a group of us decided to see a band concert in Southwest. As we all laid out our blankets and prepared to enjoy the concert Scott and I suddenly felt a new closeness. For the rest of the semester we spent many nights on dates at the Hampshire Dining Hall or anywhere that took the UCard. I had planned to be in New York City over the summer with her friends and Scott lived about 30 minutes outside of the city. Over the summer of 2001 we saw each other several times and experienced Manhattan together. This was when we officially became a couple. From then on we became inseparable, and our bond becomes stronger every year as we grow together. On March 21, 2009, we were married. We live in on the Upper East Side in New York City. We have a dog named Eli. I’m a kindergarten special education teacher at a school in East Harlem. Scott works for the American Kennel Club. Danielle (Mays) Meyer ’04 PINTAR One night at dinner there Anton went through a very convincing list of the reasons we should not get engaged. Then he said, “Let’s get engaged.” I thought I heard wrong and asked if there had been a sign error in his calculations. That was in the early 1980s, and we’ve just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary—although we still don’t live together! Shirley Pomeranz ’87PhD PROVOST One Sunday in September I decided to drop by the Newman Center for the first time to see what was going on and noticed a poster for a party that evening. When I came back to check it out, a few steps into the room I decided it looked a bit dull. I turned around to leave but the door was blocked by a young lady, Penelope Morss '72, whose job it was to trap newcomers. So there we were, forced into conversation. She had a Pre-Med bachelor’s degree from UMass and was pursuing a master’s in Biochemistry while applying to medical school. The courtship was on. I kept coming back to Newman. I introduced her to hiking—the Holyoke Range and Mt. Tom. She introduced me to puzzles and science fiction. By October I had gone to Marion to meet her parents and she to Worcester to meet my father. By November the future loomed: I had accepted a job in Connecticut starting in January, but what of us? So I sold my motorcycle and bought a ring. We were engaged! She too would leave UMass. We spent December planning a small wedding for January 19, 1974. It was held during the gas shortage and on the day of the great ice storm. Well, it turns out that we’re compatible in what matters and opposites in everything else—so here we are 36 years later, still together. Our five children are scattered from New Zealand to California to New York State to Connecticut. And she finally got her master’s, in Nursing. Art Provost ’73MS ROCHE We lived on the fourth floor of Dickinson for three semesters and became close friends. We shared many meals at the Worcester Dining Commons and the Newman Center. I was a DJ at WMUA and Stephanie worked at the Lord Jeffery Inn. We moved individually off campus in the fall of 1987 and began dating in February 1988. After graduation we drove across the United States for three months and settled in San Francisco for two years. We married in 1991 on the West Coast. We have now been married for 18 years and have two sons—Shane, 17, and Austin, 15. I am a real estate investor and Stephanie is a massage therapist. Thank you, UMass. Joe Roche ’89 SCOTT Determined to change that, I made sure that we bumped into each other often while he worked in Southwest. Soon, supervisor and employee became boyfriend and girlfriend. Our first date was an October road trip to Rockport so that David, a scuba-teaching assistant for Project Deep, could dive with his students in the chilly ocean. This was followed by dinner in Gloucester and the best clam chowder in New England. When I met David’s kitten, Ollie, it sealed the deal for a boy from Manhattan who shared the chancellor’s name and a girl from suburbia who was giddy in love with both him and Amherst. We spent the next two years together in Amherst, a seasoned senior showing his underclassman girlfriend everything he knew and loved about the town and the Pioneer Valley: trips to the Sugarloaf summit, rollerblading the bike path, and lunch dates at Bueno y Sano. After a few years of long-distance dating, we married in October 2005 and now look forward to recounting our days at UMass with our two daughters, Brynn, 3, and Bree, 1. The Scott family also includes two cats, Ollie (now 11) and Nero. David now works for the Massachusetts State Treasury and I am employed by JP Morgan. We are Alumni Association members and have returned to the Homecoming festivities every year since graduation. Meghan (Doll) Scott ’03 SHEPARDSON I was a freshman living in the basement level of Arnold Dorm, dressed and ready for the Christmas dorm dance, waiting nervously for my blind date to arrive. Several girls on my floor were dating fellows from Butterfield Dorm, Alpha Phi Omega friends. They had arranged to have David Shepardson ’59 join them as my date at the dance. I was paged to the phone: Dave had been delayed and another APO friend would be coming to take his place. Shortly after that I was told I had a “gentleman caller.” What a surprise to find it was Dave after all, but dressed in greasy work clothes! He introduced himself, gave a brief story about a car engine that had needed to be replaced. He said he knew he wasn’t dressed for a dance but could be ready before long. Who would have guessed this would be the beginning of a relationship that will celebrate 50 years of marriage this spring? We now have four grown daughters and 10 grandchildren. When daughter Deborah ’84 arrived at UMass 20 years after us, what a shock to see how things had changed! No more holiday decorated doors, no more curfews, and not only coed dorms but coed bathrooms. Another UMass romance blossomed when she met Larry Gresock ‘84G. They’ve been married for 24 years. Dave and I have retired from our careers working for the state (in the Executive Office of Environmental Affairs and the Department of Employment, respectively). After living in Worcester for 40 years, we now live in our country retirement home in Warwick—Dave’s hometown and where we lived for the first two months of our marriage. We now live across the street from the rustic (outhouse, baths in the pond) family camp at Moore’s Pond from which we drove to UMass in the summer of 1960 for me to finish my teaching courses and Dave to continue his graduate studies in Entomology. We now have indoor plumbing. What great memories—and all because of that darn dance at Arnold. Beverly Joseph ’60 SPRAGUE We had a two-year courtship and have just passed our 61st anniversary. Both of us entered Mass State and graduated from UMass. We have three children, one of whom also graduated from UMass and also met her husband-to-be there. We have eight grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. Barbara Sprague ’49 STERNBURG It wasn’t love at first sight, as we first became guy/gal buddies. But everything changed in the spring of our junior year. Home on spring break, we decided to meet at the Boston Beach Club. There our love story officially began, as we shared our first kiss. Our love affair blossomed when we returned back to UMass, trying to figure out together where this new turn in our relationship would take us. I guess that new turn could be described in one word: inseparable. One of our favorite hot spots during those years was the Newman Center, which was a favored hangout for “Greeks.” With her being a Dee-Zee sister and me a Sammy brother, we felt right at home. We loved just spending time together on and around campus—by the pond, the Du Bois Library, and the great eateries and bars in town: Delano’s, The Pub, Panda East, Judy’s, and, of course, Antonio’s Pizza. Our memories from our days at UMass are among our fondest. In fact, we brought our two daughters—Hannah, 9, and Samantha, 8—for a visit to campus last summer to show them where Mommy and Daddy met. We look forward to coming up with them again soon. Andrew Sternburg ’92 [town] WAYNE Boy Meets Girl Where the Boys Are The Sixties began unnoticed, tranquil and mellow. There wasn’t a serious thought on anyone’s mind. Reflecting the times, Hollywood released the movie Where the Boys Are, a coming-of-age flick about four college women venturing to Fort Lauderdale to seek out the beach, boys, and the beginning of romance. From then on Fort Lauderdale became the mecca for students across the country to enjoy spring break—a rite of passage and a hedonistic respite from the rigors of academia. In April 1961 I headed south with my Sigma Kappa sisters. We didn’t realize that a carload of UMass brothers was making the same trip. They included Howard Wayne ’63, a member of Maroon Key and Phi Sigma Kappa fraternity. My friends and I agreed we would look for cool guys from other campuses and avoid those from UMass. Fort Lauderdale joyously lived up to its reputation. We spent glorious days at the beach and après-beach, danced at clubs, and enjoyed the fun-filled atmosphere. . However, fate intervened and the locals came together on the last day as the young women joined their UMass buddies for a trip to a local establishment, Piggy’s Dance Bar. Howard was in the front seat and I was in the back. Before we reached our destination an attraction was established that remains to this day. We danced nonstop until I left for a date with a boy from Harvard. Before parting, Howard and I agreed to meet on campus after break. The rest is history. For the remaining six weeks of the semester we were inseparable, meeting after class, attending end-of-the-year festivities, and falling very much in love. By October of that year we were pinned and we were engaged a year later. We married in 1964, after Howard completed his first year of law school. Today, after 45 years of marriage, two children and four grandchildren, we reside in Brookline. Howard is a lawyer in Boston and I am a licensed marriage and family therapist. It does seem we have that silly movie to thank! Carol (Zangrilli) Wayne ’62
Carol, I just finished reading my latest copy of the UMass Amherst alumni magazine and decided to send you our UMass love story. The two pictures show us with our two children in 1967 and at the present time. Let me know if you have any questions. Regards A Class of 1961 Love affair and now a 48 year marriage Our romance began at the end of our senior year at UMASS Amherst. I was a Chemical Engineer and a member of Alpha Sigma Phi Fraternity (‘61). In my first semester of my senior year I took a course in Nuclear Engineering. Having fulfilled my course requirements, I decided to not take the second semester follow-up course and chose a course in Floriculture. When I joined the class, I was the only male student amongst 35 ladies. A quick discussion at the fraternity house and we had 2 more males. As the semester progressed and we did a lot of lab work, I got to meet an attractive, young lady, Carol Miga ‘61. During the final 3 weeks of the year, my best friend and fraternity mate, who was dating a lady from Phi Beta Phi Sorority- which was next door to our fraternity, suggested I should go on a “double date” with him and his lady friend and Carol. I called her up, but she was busy so I had to wait until two weeks before the end of the year before finally getting a date. After the first night we saw each other every night until graduation. Carol took a job in Bridgeport CN. And I had one in Foxboro, MA. We saw each other multiple times during the following year with an engagement in June 1962 followed by marriage in Aug 1963. We will be married 48 years in August, have 2 children, 4 grandchildren and have lived in Switzerland 15 years, Singapore 9 years and spent additional time living in Moscow and Buenos Aires. I retired in 2001 to a part time job with my long term employer, Emerson Electric. We are now “snow birds” living in Sarasota, FL and Bailey CO. We travel, cruise and often reflect on the fact that despite not really knowing each other when we got married, we have had a wonderful life together, all thanks to a mutual friend, a floriculture class and UMASS. |
Charles told me I had a two-week grace period to help train my replacement. That same morning, Lynne Schwer ’80 asked at the store’s front desk if any jobs were available. She was introduced to Charles and he hired her on the spot. I had observed the interview and we made eye contact. I helped in Lynne’s training over the next few days and was quite attracted to her. My advances were overlooked. A casual staff get-together at Delano’s, however, worked out much better when only Lynne, her roommate, and I appeared. A chemistry was created and a date was arranged. 
This put me behind in physics, which was challenging enough to begin with. While the gym in the women’s PE building was being set up for us to stay in for the rest of the semester, some friends used Bob’s car to move our things to a more secure location at the home of some Physics grad students who lived off campus. I was later introduced to Bob in the Hatch. He was a Physics major living in Springfield and he offered to help me catch up with my studies. He was very nice, even traveling to Amherst on weekends, when he didn’t have classes, just to help me. We fell in love and the rest is history, two daughters and nine grandchildren later.
I began my sophomore year at UMass by setting out to get a job on campus. Pointed in the direction of the Annual Fund, I became a student caller. In my two years there I raised more than $80,000 for the university and met Jake Gerber ’02. He was working as an assistant director of Annual Giving after graduating from UMass and having lived in California for a year.
On October 14, 2007, not quite five years after our first date, we married on campus at the Newman Center and took wedding photos in front of Memorial Hall, where it all began. Today we live in Somerville. Jake is a manager at a small software company and I am an international student advisor at a small college. 
LOPER
Back in 1946 I was a resident of Thatcher Hall and chose to attend a Lewis Hall open house one Saturday night. While a group of us sat in a corner, a gentleman—Edward Sprague ’48—stopped by and invited me to dance. I said, “Yes, thank you,” which he interpreted as “No, thank you” and walked away. I quickly rose and grabbed him by his shirtsleeve.
