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Disconcerting dreams...
May. 23rd, 2006 07:15 amSome dreams are gone almost the minute I wake up, others seem to leave shreds of themselves stuck to me, and I spend my morning feeling oddly off-kilter. Last night's seems to be of the latter type.
I don't recall much in the way of details, but the dream was about Yauncey and Juanita. Yauncey was having health problems (I think severe arthritis), but hadn't let any of us know so we could give him a hand. Most of the dream seemed to be about how to arrange to help out without upsetting him.
Yauncey and Juanita were friends from Kenyon; he worked in the maintenance department and was just incredibly friendly and warm. They'd been together since 8th grade, and were still head over heels in love with each other. They didn't have kids of their own, but they "adopted" Kenyon students for years. He especially loved redheads and rugby players, and threw an annual Redhead Party (it didn't matter if you decorated yourself with red string, dyed your hair, or were natural, you were welcome). I was more clearly a redhead back then, and Yauncey came up, out of the blue, and introduced himself to me my freshman year; I was friends with him from then on. They also had groups of their student friends out to their place, which was build into the top of a hill out in the boonies (great for seeing fireworks from all the surrounding areas on July 4th). Juanita was a fabulous cook, and we'd hang out, stuff ourselves with great food, and play with Yauncey's collection of puzzles (the three-dimensional metal and wood "figure out how to take this apart" types), frequently handing them back to him in exasperation, with requests for him to "fix it".
About ten years ago, maybe a bit less, as their health problems got worse, Yauncey retired, and they moved away (Florida, I think). I saw them last at the PWL reunion at Kenyon, in 2002 or so, and they were doing well. One of the Peeps, Stephanie, had seen them pretty recently when I saw her a couple of years ago, and they were doing fine then, but some part of me gets nervous about the idea of emailing her to find out how they're doing now. Fear of bad news, I guess.
Anyway, they're on my mind this morning, along with melancholy thoughts about the aging of loved ones and such.
I don't recall much in the way of details, but the dream was about Yauncey and Juanita. Yauncey was having health problems (I think severe arthritis), but hadn't let any of us know so we could give him a hand. Most of the dream seemed to be about how to arrange to help out without upsetting him.
Yauncey and Juanita were friends from Kenyon; he worked in the maintenance department and was just incredibly friendly and warm. They'd been together since 8th grade, and were still head over heels in love with each other. They didn't have kids of their own, but they "adopted" Kenyon students for years. He especially loved redheads and rugby players, and threw an annual Redhead Party (it didn't matter if you decorated yourself with red string, dyed your hair, or were natural, you were welcome). I was more clearly a redhead back then, and Yauncey came up, out of the blue, and introduced himself to me my freshman year; I was friends with him from then on. They also had groups of their student friends out to their place, which was build into the top of a hill out in the boonies (great for seeing fireworks from all the surrounding areas on July 4th). Juanita was a fabulous cook, and we'd hang out, stuff ourselves with great food, and play with Yauncey's collection of puzzles (the three-dimensional metal and wood "figure out how to take this apart" types), frequently handing them back to him in exasperation, with requests for him to "fix it".
About ten years ago, maybe a bit less, as their health problems got worse, Yauncey retired, and they moved away (Florida, I think). I saw them last at the PWL reunion at Kenyon, in 2002 or so, and they were doing well. One of the Peeps, Stephanie, had seen them pretty recently when I saw her a couple of years ago, and they were doing fine then, but some part of me gets nervous about the idea of emailing her to find out how they're doing now. Fear of bad news, I guess.
Anyway, they're on my mind this morning, along with melancholy thoughts about the aging of loved ones and such.
