David and Joyce (Bow, NH - 25oct00)

 

 

e-mail background from david ('97)

It has been a long time since Commons, Latin, our junior year, soccer, and Andover. Following my graduation, I worked at a resort hotel near Westerly . R.I., and then went to Princeton where I majored in English. I married B.J. my senior year, the blessing of my life. We became the parents of Jodi, Dahn and David. After graduation I began medical school in Charleston, S.C. where Jodi was born. I worked with microelectrodes and membrane potentials,and transferred to the University of WAshington in Seattle in l963 where I obtained my M.D. degree in 1965. I opted for Air Force sponsorship and they paid my way thru the surgery internship in New Orleans which was close to Pascagoula, Mississippi where B.J.'s parents lived. Dahn was born in New Orleans. We left there in 1965 and after a short stint as a flight medical officer with SAC in Omaha, Neb, I began the neurosurgery residency program in San Antonio at the Air Force's Wilford Hall hospital. I completed that in December 1971. We left there with our two girls,our son, David, and Black Blaze, a Giant German Schnauzer to go to Biloxi, Missippi. It's right next door to Pascagoula, B.J.'s home. I worked at Keesler AFB until 1975. Then I joined the faculty of a new medical school, University of South Alabama in Mobile. For the next eight years I worked taking care of patients, teaching medical students and young interns, residents and M.D.s as well as nurses until I burned out and accepted a job in private practice here in San Antonio. The economic pressures of college tuition at Princeton for Jodi, Vanderbilt for Dahn were additional incentives. Time flew after B.J. and I got here. We took our son and went to India and Nepal for a fourteen day trek in the Khimbu, and glimpses of Everest. Dave went to Ohio to Dennison University and then on to New York to Union Theological Seminary. Now he works with the mentally ill homeless in Central Park. Jodi went to Russia and on to Columbia Univeristy for her phD in Political Science. She is now on the faculty at Hobart-William Smith in Geneva, N.Y., the mother of my grandson Kian. She just returned from symposia at the Erasmus University in Rotterdam and Prague. Her thesis was published by the University of Cal, Press: Solidarity of Strangers, feminism after identity politics. After marrying a medical student, Dahn obtained a masters in family counselling, completed a chaplaincy residency, worked at the Sloan Kettering Cancer Institute in N.Y.,became president of her class at Yale Divinity School where she got her M.Div, and is now assistant pastor in the Episcopal church here Jodi and her husband go. In September Dahn will marry the obstetrician who delivered my grandson by C-section. On Feb. 3, 1995 B.J. died of liver cancer. We had been married 35 years, and I have been grieving over my stupidity of taking so much of it for granted. But we have some great memories. I returned to the Kathmandu this last September to work for a month in the medical school. Yes, your note of 25 April does raise some pain. I last saw Sam Rea in 1970 when he and his young wife were struggling parents of new born son in WAshington. I think I remember talking to Jim Clunan at a reunion. Kemp Randolph has visited me. His father died a couple of years ago. My mother celbrated her 86th birthday this past May 10th. My Dad got his doctorate in EDucation at the age of 80 and is bright at 85. Yes you know Ed Talov is also a neurosurgeon and I've chatted with him from time to time at our neursurgery meetings. Reading fiction has continued to be a passion. I've enjoyed Byatt, Eco, Calvino and some mystery writers among others. I would like to read your short story and hope you might come through San Antonio some time, or maybe I can find my way by Sebastopol. Adios, David

davidd@dr-neurosurg.com