1932

"We lead an active life," writes Laura Dunn. She and Paul are presendy cruising from Hawaii to Tahiti. But back at the ranch the Mount Grace Land Conservation Trust is rejoicing in Paul's conservation philanthropy. A decade ago 147 acres in Ashburnham, Mass., already approved for a lot development, came up for auction. Paul acquired the property, which abuts 43 acres he had earlier donated to a conservation authority. Now all 190 acres, wooded and never farmed, will be preserved for moose, bear, mink, and eagles often sighted there.

Hokie Hokanson gives the good news first: "See you at our 60th." But then he asks you to consider a quotation "appropriate for us '32s" from Scott-Maxwell's Measure of My Days: "My seventies were... fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age. To my own surprise I burst out with hot conviction. Only a fewyears ago I enjoyed my tranquility; now I am so disturbed by the outer world and the human quality in general that I want to put things right... I must calm down. I am far too frail to indulge in moral fervor." Gosh, I don't know. Ping Feny, are you listening?

In Mercer Island, Wash., a mini-reunion occurred when Al and Mace Zinggeler met up with Al's freshman roommate Jack Eliot and his charming Kit. Jack writes, "They reside in Wisconsin Rapids in the summer when not on a trip." He quiedy adds, "Kit and I have five great-grandchildren, four boys and one girl." Great Scott! Hey, do they have the rest of us beaten? Let's hear it for the Eliots. Last, the crusher: "No, we don't plan on being at the 60th." And I'd hoped to see everybody there!

It wasn't until our October mini that I learned about Irv Kramer's ordeai of last spring: a crippling stroke that left him weakened—but fighting, of course. With Ruth at his side he went through weeks of rehabilitation, finally trading a walker for a cane. Who says the age of miracles is gone? At the Cornell game Irv made his way to the stands without help from Ruth or a cane. He sat next to me. Occasionally he stood and stretched to ease a kink or two, that's all. And not a word from him about life's vicissitudes.

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