Attending Providence High School was a wonderful, life-enriching
experience for me.It was not only a place of learning, but a place where
camaraderie, caring faculty and students, and laughter enriched my life.
My love of music was enhanced by four years of chorus with Sister
Cecilia Mary, and I've never stopped singing. The journalistic and
writing skills I acquired under Sister Esther's tutelage have served me
well in my personal life, and also when I was teaching composition, or
writing my own newsletter or articles for other newsletters.
I wish I would have expressed more gratitude to these teachers and the
many others who had an influence on my life. I do want to thank all of
you, though, for being a part of my life then, even if you were a small
part. I look back fondly on all of you, and look forward to seeing many
of you at our reunion.
After high school I was one of the six California girls who headed up
north to Seattle to join the Sisters of Providence Community. This is a
wonderful Community of women who do so much good for others, and I was
happy to be a part of it. I was saddened when Caryl Harvey and then
Carol Lex left, but I did go on to make my first vows. I received the
name Sister Veronica Rose, a name I had requested.
One day when I was probably in my junior year of college, my Sister
Superior called me into her office. One of the sisters teaching in
Seattle wanted to go back to school and they wanted me to replace her
for the rest of the school year. A few days later I was sitting in a
classroom watching Sister Amideus teaching her 4/5 combination class. At
lunch we talked a little about the class, and then she went off to sign
up for classes and I walked into MY class of 35 fourth and fifth
graders! Talk about being thrown to the lions! Fortunately, my ability
to ad lib,thanks in part to my Schiemelgruber experience, and being able
to read faster than the kids got me through those five months. That
summer I took classes at Seattle U.and learned something about teaching.
This certainly wasn't the ideal way to get into teaching, but Holy
Family School was a wonderful school for my first experience. To top it
off, who should happen to be the part-time housekeeper and cook at the
convent there but Sister Esther's mother! Mrs. Frawley was a truly
lovely woman and I enjoyed talking with her, sometimes even about Sister
Esther. I also taught two of Sister's nieces. I taught for 3 1/2
years at Holy Family and then for one year at St. Michael's in Olympia.
In 4 1/2 years of teaching I managed to teach grades 3,4,5,6,7,8!
During my last couple of years of teaching I came to realize that what I
loved most was teaching children, working with them, and wanting
children of my own. (Boy, raising your own children is sure different
from teaching other people's children!) So, in August of 1967 I left the
Community and flew back to LA.
Dear Carol met me at the airport and I stayed at her house for a couple
of weeks. Her mother drove me to job interviews and helped me find my
first apartment. My family had move to Medford, Oregon, so the Lex
family took me under their wing. I ended up teaching in the LA School
District in the city of Baldwin Park. It was ok there but I knew I
didn't want to be stuck in that area. There were few good teaching
positions open in the late 1960s, so when a friend suggested moving to
the San Francisco area I was ready to pack.
Nancy and I and another friend got an apartment together in San Jose and
Nancy and I ended up teaching across the street from each other in
Milpitas, a city just north of San Jose. I taught for 18 years there and
totally loved it. I did a fair amount of traveling, and engaged in many
social activities with the numerous singles clubs that abounded in the
Bay Area. I even took ballroom dancing lessons at Fred Astair Studios. I
always loved watching Fred and Ginger dance, so I danced a lot there and
won some dancing trophies. Now I love watching "Dancing With the Stars."
It was at one of these singles clubs that I finally met Larry, my Mr. Right.
We were married on June 28,1981, in San Mateo County Park. We arrived at
the scene via a horse-drawn carriage previously owned by Queen Victoria.
Carol was my Matron of Honor and Larry's Best Man was a friend he grew
up with on Long Island. The weather was beautiful and everything was
about as perfect as one could hope. This was great since our honeymoon
was a disaster! We went to the Amazon Jungle for our "romantic trip."
Larry's other honeymoon idea was to cross the Sahara on camels!
The jungle truly is beautiful beyond expectation! One day Larry and
several other people decided to machete a trail out in the jungle.
I opted out on that adventure. Larry had a great time swinging on vines
like Tarzan. Unfortunately, as he was swinging across a ravine, the vine
came apart and he tumbled 20 feet to the ground. He crashed against the
aerial roots of a tree and landed on an Amazonian ant hill. He broke
eleven ribs, sprained his ankle, and had more than 50 ant bites. Now we
know why Tarzan screams! The rest of this story is equally exciting and
lengthly. Anyway,the honeymoon pictures end with Larry in a wheelchair
and me pushing him out of the San Francisco Airport.
Our life has been pretty busy and exciting, but nothing beats our
honeymoon for excitement. We have continued to travel, build our own
house, and adopt two children. Our first adoption was an independent
adoption using an adoption attorney. I wrote our adoption search letter
on our flight back from the South Pacific and sent out more than two
thousand of these letters. After five leads fell through we finally
found Margaret. She lived with us the last ten weeks of her pregnancy
and gave birth to Michael right in our house. That was another very
exciting event! After several years we traveled to Bulgaria and adopted
a five-year old girl named Mila. Adopting internationally was a grueling
event, especially in the early 1990s.
Once the children entered school, I also began teaching again, but in
their classrooms. I worked mainly in the art and reading programs, but
also became soccer mom, football mom, track and field mom, basketball
mom, and debate mom. When Michael was in high school I spent endless
weekends judging debate tournaments. Michael was in several children's
musical productions, and I joined him in "Oliver" when the director
needed some parents to sing the adult roles. I enjoyed all of this and
am thankful I was able to be home with my children.
Now our children are in their early twenties, live in apartments nearby,
and are working and going to school. Larry and I are supposedly retired,
but there is nothing really retiring about our lives. We are busy
catching up on projects that were shelved when much attention was
devoted to Mila and her medical needs. I am singing with Masterworks
Chorale, taking ballroom dancing lessons with Larry, gardening,
scrapbooking and being active in my Woman's Club. For seven years I was
a Creative Memories consultant and taught classes on scrapbooking, so I
have many friends with whom to socialize while we work on our family
albums. For fourteen summers now I have organized our neighborhood
garage sale and the ensuing block party. It is our neighborhood's big
social event each year. I love to read and have accumulated more books
than I will ever be able to read, and more good books just keep coming
out! I started doing some tutoring last year and we are exploring a
couple of possible money-making options since the economy is so fragile.
My life has certainly not been a boring one, and I truly do not
understand how some people can be bored when there are so many rewarding
and exciting adventures to pursue.I think a busy person is a happy and
healthy person. May we all enjoy many happy and healthy retirement
years. I am so looking forward to seeing many of you soon.
Photos: Our wedding in the Woods June 1981, December 1993 in Sophia, Bulgaria, finalizing Mila's adoption, Taking dancing lessons, but not ready for "Dancing With the Stars".
POSTED BY PHYLLIS WEBER WRIGHT