IT WAS A WHIRLWIND………The Quick Romance That Has Led to nearly 57 years of joyful and fulfilling married life together for Judy and Rich Clark.
You may have noticed that, on the night of February 14th, 1964, the night sky glowed brighter around 9 p.m., the near hour that Rich proposed to Judy after a rather short courtship of less than six weeks that began at a post college age dance in a Presbyterian Church. The “yes” response resulted in a whirlwind period of preparation for the wedding which was May 23, 1964. One might ask, “Why the rush?” The understandable response could well have been: “Why not. We were in love and learning that our lives, interests, values jived together. Day by day this awareness led us into deeper love for one another that has sustained us through the years.
Rich and Judy Clark
How Connie and I Met
By Steve Katz and Connie Barsky
In the spring of 1970, I was senior at Washington University in St. Louis, and Connie, who had graduated from Denison 4 years earlier, was a graduate student in Geology working on her Ph.D. We both signed up for a field trip to the Grand Canyon organized and led by her dissertation advisor. We didn’t know each other at the time, and I didn’t think the tall, plainly dressed woman in the back of the room was particularly attractive.
In the Petrified Forest of Arizona, on a hot sunny day before we got to the Grand Canyon, we parked our caravan of cars and hiked down to the gulch below because her advisor wanted to show us something interesting. He was talking about the rocks when I suddenly felt the mound I was standing on give way, and I fell a couple of feet, twisting my ankle in the process. Suddenly out of nowhere, there was Connie with an Ace Bandage to wrap my ankle! (The only work boots she could get for her large feet were men’s and they were too wide so she wrapped her feet in Ace Bandages to fit her boots better.) This Florence Nightingale went even further and helped me back up to the parking lot where we sat in my car and got acquainted while I rested my ankle. She was awfully nice to help me, I thought, when in truth she was just looking for an excuse to get out of the hot sun! But wait, there’s more!
A few days later we were on the Colorado River, white water rafting through the Grand Canyon. Our first night we slept on a sand bar and the incessant wind all night long blew sand everywhere. When I awoke, my sleeping bag, clothes, shoes, and everything else were covered with fine sand. I noticed that Connie had slept on a big blue tarp she brought and had no sand at all. Pretty smart gal, I thought! Yep, the next night I was on that tarp, too! But wait, there’s more!
Graduate students had offices and as I was a beginning grad student in the fall of 1970, the secretary of the Geology Department assigned me to be in Connie’s office. Naturally, as we got to know each other, we started dating. Not only did we make a nice couple, Connie had taken most of the courses that I was taking, so when I had questions, she was a great resource. The only snag was when I started dating her roommate, too, but we’ll save that for another time!
Steve Katz and Connie Barsky
Peg and Bob Heasley
Kenyon College and Dennison College
Back in the good old days of the late 50s Kenyon College in Gambier Ohio was a male dominant school. To meet girls, the boys eager for dates had to look farther afield than their campus. Denison, a co-ed college, only 33 miles away captured their interest and Bob, eager for adventure, was set up with a blind date by a friend who had a friend. Bob was ecstatic and even more so when he met the lovely Peg. On that first meeting they exchanged phone numbers and the back-road treks began, Bob eagerly collecting her in his Volkswagen Beetle. Peg often stayed in the Alumni House at Kenyon, but after six months of this fun, Peg called Time Out which devastated Bob. Her excuse “too many distractions at Denison?” Read that male, perhaps? Many months later there was a knock-on Bob’s dorm door. His roommate opened to two strange girls. One, was Peg but Bob, recognizing her face, could not remember her name. So much for the efficacy of those backroad journeys. Ended well. They married a year later.
Bob and Peg Heasley