The Red Brick Times

Greetings to all of you who occupy my memories!
It is a pleasure to know that there is substance to the misty remembrances of my tumultuous youth. I really spent only a small fraction of my life in Elyria but those years seem to have impact far beyond the time spent. Perhaps it was the influence of the times in combination with my inquisitive adolescence - I don't know. I do know that I find myself thinking about issues today that were issues back in "those days" and I am grateful to find old friends and kindred spirits in the same place.
Life has taken some twists and turns for me - as I am sure for everyone else. I live in South Florida now. Married for almost 5 years. No, this is not my first marriage - but I can't tell you everything on the first posting. I am not that kind of girl.
I graduated in 1978 from the University of Cincinnati with a B.S. in Urban Affairs but found my calling later as a registered nurse, Indiana University - 1996. Worked in labor and delivery for several years prior to moving south. I have stayed in maternal-child health with my current position as a nursing supervisor with a program that blends State of Florida, Department of Health funds and local private resources to serve at risk pregnant women and their babies. Most of the risk comes from the effects of the inequities of poverty with a dash of substance abuse thrown in for fun. Challenging work but I am not going anywhere soon. Hoping to be able to work toward a master in public health. Still waiting for my acceptance letter. Wish me luck.
My husband, Marc, is an old friend from my days in Cincinnati who was willing to see what would happen if he opened the door to a crazy lady with 3 kids, 4 cats and a rambunctious golden retriever. He hasn't asked me to give back my keys yet so it must be going ok. Marc is a sales consultant for a small company specializing in South American, Spanish and Portuguese wines.
I have 3 children: Jessica who is 23 and in college majoring in poli sci, Christine - high school senior, president of her chorus, loves poetry and Kevin who is 15 and learning how to play the guitar. The fates were kind to me - I have great kids and find that I actually enjoy teenagers. I am sure that I was not this likeable when I was young. Retribution has yet to find me. I do worry for them, though. It must be tough to take when your mom likes your music and your politics.
I have kept in touch with the Schoolhouse denizen and peripherals in a very loose manner. Went to a reunion a few years back and ran into Robin and John. Spent a day on Lake Erie with Nick Kontos. My intro to tRBT came after tracking down Ralph. He was nice enough to mention that there were indeed some people left among the living and offered this blog as proof. Still, it could be just another hallucination, albeit an entertaining one. Russ has been kind to offer me an opportunity to join you. It will be fun.
I hope to hear from those of you that I knew, who still remember that silly dark haired short girl. Me. Terri Shepard. . . And a couple other names in between, now Terri Kanter. Some things have changed. Some not. I like to think for the better.
Posted 1:36 PM by Terri S (3) comments

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Most excellent. Another piece of the flotsam (or is it jetsam?) that used to flot (and/or jet) along with the rest of us many years ago is found alive and well. Does tRBT never sleep or what? Good post and wecome aboard Terri.

# posted by  whatley : November 20, 2005 3:44 PM
 
Terri -- so good to hear from you. Have been wondering for some time now where to send your Solistice/Xmas/Kwanzaa/Hanukkah/Saturnalia/etc.

I will be visiting the Naples area for a few days in January but S. FL is a big place ...

Looking forward to hearing more.

Robin: rruth@kent.edu, rruth@neo.rr.com
John: jeichenlaub@westfieldgrp.com, jeichenlaub@projectxxi.com

Welcome back!

# posted by  jeichenlaub : November 21, 2005 3:15 PM
 
Whoosh. Time dilation. Nineteen seventy-something compresses directly to twothousandfive in milliseconds. Leaves me breathless. Bright and inquisitive teen morphs into health care professional and parent. Whap! Bonk! Pow! Infinite probability collapses to singularity. Lots of wondering over the years about where you went and how you fared. I was in Hudson, Fla. when you posted your note, but didn't check back here until last week. Save a day for next year. I will be back during the week before turkey-day. Until then, tell all via email. Thanks for coming back!

# posted by  Andy : December 03, 2005 4:35 PM
 
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