Sunday, May 8, 2022
It's been two and 1/2 years since my dear friend, Rosemary, died. She sent me a Christmas card saying that the card would be the last one I would ever get from her because she had inoperable pancreatic cancer. I almost fell out of my chair when I read that. I tried to find her phone number and could not. I emailed her and asked her for her phone number, but she did not respond. I finally sent her a Christmas card back, expressing my sorrow that she would be leaving the lives of those who knew and loved her. While she and I worked together at Menlo College in Menlo Park for 20 years, I said to her in the card, as I had told her many times before, that she was the smartest, most competent secretary I had ever worked with. Her organizational skills and intellect far surpassed the men she worked for over the years. She got along with everybody, yet she knew when someone may have done something wrong and expressed it to me. Rosemary was an excellent dancer, and her husband, Rudy, and she danced everywhere they could, including aboard cruise ships, wearing a beautiful red ball gown that I gave her that once belonged to my aunt. Rudy also gave us dancing lessons in their garage, and he was as fun to be with as she was. I have fond, happy memories of them both and consider myself truly lucky to have had them in my life for so long.
Joan Bailey
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