Ronald Lux (1964)
Donna, I was just in Santa Barbara a week ago. If your mom is up to visitors, PM me her information; I go up there once in a while.
As long as people are recalling memories, I remember the last time I saw your mother. It was a summer when we were in college and I was hanging out with Pianin and Parker. It was one of those, “What do you want to do?” “I don’t know, Marty, what do you want to do?” evenings. They suggested we go visit your mother, apparently something they occasionally did. I readily agreed; she really was one of my favorite teachers.
Then one of the P’s advised me, You know, Ronnie, she’s recently married (your dad died young, when we were in 3rd or 4th grade, right?) and her name is (if I’m way off, I apologize; it was over 40 years ago) Waltfogel (whatever it is, it was not as simple as “Hirt.”) I repeated the name, but somehow mangled it. I realized immediately that I had screwed up because the two P’s laughed; at our age, in that age, mocking other’s failures was what we did. Anyway, during the rest of the ride to your mother’s house I practiced her name silently, “Waltfogel, Waltfogel” with the earnestness of someone memorizing, “Hark is that a…”
When we got to her/your house, the two P’s preceded me and when your mother saw me, she said, with (I think) delight, “Ronnie, how nice to see you.” I immediately forgot my lessons and said, “Hi, Mrs. Hirt.” I had apparently left my best performance in rehearsal.
Best,
Ron
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