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Apr 15, 2018

Alone Together

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Alone Together by Edes Powell Gilbert, ’49. A long time educator in New York City, serving for many years as the headmistress of Spence, Edes was well known to the Friends community, often serving on boards and committees. A personal memoir that she wrote for her children and grandchildren, Alone Togetheralso conveys the feel of New York in the forties, from the automats to the exhilarating day in 1947 when a blizzard made New York stand still, and kids could make snow angels on Fourteenth Street. (I remember that day too – pulling our flexible flyers down the deserted streets to the park). Her eye for detail and her fine memory bring to life her coming of age in a time when expectations for girls were more narrowly defined. Those who remember Dr. Hunter will appreciate her tribute to his enduring influence.

 

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