RemyZee
Well-Known Member
She was an amazing person--my mentor and a deep soul: grew up on a farm, daughter of a share cropper. It was a huge upgrade when they got an outhouse. She was smart, tiny, and idealistic, and when she saw the movie the graduate, the scene where dustin hoffman and katherine ross are driving over the Oakland bridge, she decided to move to California to be a writer, and she hitched a ride with a man she barely knew to San Francisco. He dropped her off on Market Street, and two days later she walked into the Chronicle and asked for a job. They basically laughed her out of the place. She wound up being a stewardess in the day when that was seen as a feminist job....lived in France and Iran, wound up settling down and becoming a librarian. My favorite memory of her: she's 74. We're at a protest and we walk by a bunch of hippie kids with long hair. They are dancing around and playing the bongos, and she shoves her camera into my hand and goes and joins them, dancing around while they dance in circles around her. Other favorite memory: every time we got together we would walk by the river and she would identify all the birds, take pictures of them. She was ready to go....really suffering, had cancer. I'm going to miss her. Those people who pour in our lives, appreciate them while we can.
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