Vicki and I kept in touch through the years with cards and announcements. Our lives were paralell both in marriage and careers. Vicki graduated from Nursing school in, I believe, Indiana while I started to have my children. She did catch up with her children and then I caught up with her, having gone back to school to finish my career-love, also Nursing. We would talk about our children, foremost and nursing , in general. Her husband was most important in her life. (He was a commercial photographer) When Vicki died, he was heartbroken and died the next year, his daughters told me, of a broken heart. My junior high memory of Vicki is spending overnights at her house and her baking an apple pie. She would not just dump the apples in the crust, but would lay the apple slices in very neat rows! That was Vicki--putting every thing neat.
Among the hardest deaths I've had to deal with was Vicki's. So many good times together from Junior High on, including our proximity to one another in college. She went to Indiana University along with our other friend Sandra Bowie Willen. I went to Northwestern in nearby Illinois, but I had been accepted at IU and it was tough to be the odd man out when we chose our colleges. Victoria was the hardest working student I think I ever knew, and I knew she would be the best darned nurse she could be. She later went on to be a teacher of nurses, which it what she was doing when she developed cancer, and died from that disease. She met her Patrick in college, and her friends grew to love this kind man who made Vicki so happy. Sandy and I were in their wedding on one of the hottest days I can remember in the mid-west. With stubborn pride, Sandy and I vowed we would not faint! We didn't, but her brother sure did. We laughed about that one for years. As Fritzi said, after Vicki died, Patrick was desolate. He died not long after her death, and it was a double blow. One of her daughters is named Judith, and my granddaughter is Victoria. I think of my dear friend when I hear that name.
Frederica Hug (Marschall)
Vicki and I kept in touch through the years with cards and announcements. Our lives were paralell both in marriage and careers. Vicki graduated from Nursing school in, I believe, Indiana while I started to have my children. She did catch up with her children and then I caught up with her, having gone back to school to finish my career-love, also Nursing. We would talk about our children, foremost and nursing , in general. Her husband was most important in her life. (He was a commercial photographer) When Vicki died, he was heartbroken and died the next year, his daughters told me, of a broken heart. My junior high memory of Vicki is spending overnights at her house and her baking an apple pie. She would not just dump the apples in the crust, but would lay the apple slices in very neat rows! That was Vicki--putting every thing neat.Judith Robertson (Hills)
Among the hardest deaths I've had to deal with was Vicki's. So many good times together from Junior High on, including our proximity to one another in college. She went to Indiana University along with our other friend Sandra Bowie Willen. I went to Northwestern in nearby Illinois, but I had been accepted at IU and it was tough to be the odd man out when we chose our colleges. Victoria was the hardest working student I think I ever knew, and I knew she would be the best darned nurse she could be. She later went on to be a teacher of nurses, which it what she was doing when she developed cancer, and died from that disease. She met her Patrick in college, and her friends grew to love this kind man who made Vicki so happy. Sandy and I were in their wedding on one of the hottest days I can remember in the mid-west. With stubborn pride, Sandy and I vowed we would not faint! We didn't, but her brother sure did. We laughed about that one for years. As Fritzi said, after Vicki died, Patrick was desolate. He died not long after her death, and it was a double blow. One of her daughters is named Judith, and my granddaughter is Victoria. I think of my dear friend when I hear that name.Judith Robertson Hills