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