Eight years. Ten years. When I’m 56, who cares, you know? Despite their protestations, my sisters Frannie and Dory are indeed catching up to me, in my mind’s eye, at least.
But, oh, how the sibling age gap hit me when I saw this picture Fran has posted on her Facebook page, keeper of the albums that she is.
There we are outside Stewart Hall at the State University of New York at Morrisville in August of 1975, me about to be delivered by Frank and Dolores for my freshman year. I do not recall whether it was mom or dad who snapped the shot, but whichever, the other was standing on the side. And they sure did have an eye for a pleasing lineup, didn’t they? Oy. Dory, aged 7. Frannie, aged 9. Me, aged 17.
Keep your eyes on traveling on that natural progression, above and to the right.
You can see the bottom of the window to the room in which I would live the next four semesters, 234 Stewart Hall.
I learned much about life inside those four walls, thanks to my roommates and floor section wing mates and second floor mates and journalism classmates and even a visiting coed or two. Yup, it was an all-male dorm with strict intervisitation hours. Thank goodness for the less strict RAs.
On this picture-taking day, I didn’t know how any of that would unfold, of course. But did know how much I was glad to be getting away from home. My high school friend Mike, soon to be called Aggo among other nicknames, also came to Morrisville to study journalism. I don’t think his parents, Sal and Irene, were accompanied by his siblings. Although like me, Mike was the eldest, he had six younger than he, and I think they stayed back on Long Island. I know we both got our families out of there quickly.
Then I went to Mike’s room. He lived on the same floor! I looked him directly in the eye. I shook his hand firmly. I said: “Mike, we can be cool now. Nobody here knows us.”
And so it happened, one day at a time, for two great years of learning about journalism and life.
But look at that picture. On day one in upstate New York, wow, was I wondering what lied ahead. And my goodness, my little sisters were really little!
What pictures have you come across that found you at a crossroads of life? Have your parents ever dropped you off anywhere and had you shoo them away quickly? Were you bewildered or confident on your first day of college? How about the second day? Tell us what happened in between.