Hi Michael. You'll not remember me, but Julie and I were classmates and friends in Hastings from 1-8 at which time I left for prep school. The last I saw her was in winter '51 at a Hastings-Concordia basketball game. I remember . . .how sad I was when your father died when she was young. . . how she talked about being an architect like her parents . . . how as we walked across the asphalt playground, she scribbled in very rchitect-like scrawl, "my heart beats for you"---whatever that meant. It's a small world; a close friend of mine in Heidelberg was Walther Gropius's grandson; two presidents of the University of Iowa while I was teaching there became presidents of Cornell. How wonderful that Julie fulfilled her professional expectations. I was very sorry to read of her death. I liked her alot and don't remember many other classmates. George

Julie was as beautiful inside as out. She was my oldest, closest, and dearest friend, and I shall miss her being a part of my life forever. Her loss leaves a hole in my heart which, I doubt can ever be filled. My life and that of those who knew her has been richer with her friendship. May angels sing you to sleep, dear Julie, and may God allow me to be with you when my life, too, comes to an end