Remembrances of Barbara Walker Evans – June 18, 2005

by Kaye Bache-Snyder

I remember her in the 1941, age 6 like me, sitting on the opposite side of a square of chairs in Miss Rowe’s 1st grade class.  In classes we were alphabetically separated, Kaye Bache and Barbara Walker, from grades 1 through 8, but we got together at recess.


I remember the routine in World War II.  Hands folded on the tables, we chorically repeated, “Good morning Miss Rowe,  Miss Keller, Miss Smith, Mrs. Simon and “Good morning Miss Pittinger - our Principal who had a paddle on her wall called “JOHNNY STINGS!” and she would use it if we were bad.


I remember saying “The Pledge of Allegiance” and singing “The Star Spangled Banner” every morning to make the war go away.


I remember Barbara wore round glasses and that she would clinch her fists on the table, stare at the paper and create beautiful drawings and tempera paintings.


I remember we both loved animals and wanted to care for them.  I planned to be a veterinarian and Barbara planned to be an artist, but were both advised by parents and teachers that was not practical.  I could not lift a horse and Barbara could not lie on her back like Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel.


I remember our 40th Libbey High School reunion in 1993, when Barbara Walker Evans showed up at Heather Downs Country Club, svelte and without glasses, and I showed up unsvelte and with glasses.


I remember our tradition was to exchange Edelians and be the first to write in each other’s.  In 1953 when she was coeditor she wrote:  “It’s now 9:45 a.m. on June 2, 1953, our last Edelians to sign together.  In spite of graduation, I hope we will always have as much fun together as we have these four years, starting this summer with loads of swimming, and I’ll perfect that diving yet.  – Barbara Walker.”


I remember Barbara went to Albion College and transferred the Univ. of Michigan and I went to Ohio State, Univ. of Colorado and Univ. of Wisconsin.  We lost track of each other many years.


I remember Barbara visiting me in 1999 when her son Bruce Evans was in C.U. Medical School.  I drove to Rocky Mountain National Park and was amazed Trail Ridge Road was open so late in November  -  maybe a miracle just for her.


I remember taking her picture in an oversize down jacket, buffeted by high-altitude winds, then walking in Estes Park and eating and having a drink in Lyons at Andreas German Cafe.


I remember how proud she was of her daughter Jennifer and her son Bruce, their spouses, and her grandchildren.  I remember her courage, and hope for the same on my

“Maiden Flight” …

Below the wing

pinnacles and plains in sun

from sea to sea - 

may it be spring like this

on my last flight out.


With love, Kaye Bache-Snyder