MESSAGE:

5 Sept, 2000

This is Dickie Bearman,, 1970-1981 or Mr. Bearman,
1981-1983. Thank you Mr. Quigley...

I've been lurking for about a year and enjoying
the messages so it seems only fair that I weigh
in. You started the page by asking what does
Glaydin mean to us and it's a fair question. In
fact, one staff meeting, real early 70s, when
Glaydin was still very much an alternative school,
Jane Wilhelm asked us to write what we thought
Glaydin was (should be?) We were constantly
redefining ourselves, finding ourselves, losing
ourselves, inventing ourselves: very early 70s. I
wonder what became of those responses.

I went to the Reunion Saturday. It made me recall
that Glaydin is and was a moment in time, a spirit
of place (and a place of spirit), the memories and
idealism we shared and the we who shared them.
Being back at Glaydin was somewhat sad because the
place is run down and a little unloved and being
taken advantage of but the magic of the woods and
fields and the few folks I got to see, including
George, Louise, Jane, Charlie, and a scattering of
wonderful people from the 70s and very early 80s
made it highly worthwhile and easy to overlook the
pathetic state of the buildings.

By the way, I live about four hours from Glaydin
now and I was grousing a little to myself as I
drove the over-trafficked roads of the Washington
suburbs, which now extend well past Glaydin, but
people flew in from Ohio and Tennessee; in fact,
the people who lived close had a harder time
getting their acts and butts in gear. Pity. This
is something worth doing, because it isn't just a
trip through geography, it's a trip in time, and a
destination that may well disappear. I know we
could get people together for a reunion at some
country club, or airport, or field full of tents,
or even someone's nice house, but it wouldn't be
the same, would it, because though the time is no
longer, the place is still the catalyst for the
memories and idealism.

Glaydin the place was always a balm. A soothing,
quiet---even when noisy---spot sequestered away
from the world. Now the world has moved up to the
doorstep and beyond. The new construction on the
road from Leesburg is unreal, the sort of sprawl
that keeps you from knowing whether you're in
Denver or Columbia, Charlottesville or Austin or
Portland. Rt 663 is paved all the way now, and
has a stop sign where it crosses the road from
Lucketts to Stumptown. I guess the Stumptown
commuter rush hour is fierce. For every horse we
had at the barn, there's now a 3000 square foot
neo-country home made out of studs, super dense
insulation, trendy windows, and vinyl siding wrap,
same as anywhere.

But Glaydin, for me and you, wasn't just anywhere,
was it?

I couldn't begin to recapture all the memories of
Glaydin---I found that stories were tumbling into
my mind talking to the folks at the Reunion, but
they were just the humorous fluff of many years.
The really intense moments, when something was at
stake, was what made the time and place matter,
but I tend to live in the present if I have to be
serious. As for the idealism of Glaydin, a quirky
idealism: I always admired Agnes and George for
being able to give the school away for other
people to run and yet continue to work there. And
it was Agnes who told me that Thomas Jefferson
believed that we should have a revolution every
fifteen years (but then it was also Agnes who made
the slogan Revolution Now into Evolution Now.)

Jane Wilhelm has been the person I ask, in my
mind, what to do when I'm in a quandary and one of
my proudest possessions is still the picture of
Martin Luther King Jr that she wrote a long
caption for on the back. It hangs in my office as
it hung in hers and the thoughtful eyes look at
you regardless of where in the room you are, which
makes it easy to ask when you need guidance.

I think Glaydin needs our help now. I am not sure
what form that needs to take but I urge people to
go there, see, ask questions, think, feel, commit.

I'm available by e-mail; I guess our web master
will post my address.

Fondly, DB

from:
dbearman@juno.com

MESSAGE:

5 Sept, 2000

I`m Lori Legator, from the 2nd graduating class (73).
I only just discovered this web sight some
weeks ago when I was fooling around with
classmates.com, which I`d thought I`d backed out
of, when Steve wrote to me saying that my name had
shown up there and gave me instructions of how to
get to Ren`s Glaydin Homepage. I saw the place
where you`re suppose to write in and felt too
busy to read it, so saved it for when I had some
time. A I did however show the photos to a few
friends and felt proud all over again that I was
so lucky to have been a part of Glaydin.

This morning I woke up inspired to write
something, so before my family started to stir, I
down-loaded the pages so that I could read them at
leisure and as I went about the things I had to do
today, I kept enjoying memories of all of you.
What did Glaydin mean to me? Glaydin tamed me and
took my anger away, before Glaydin I was prepared
to fight the world and a couple years later I was
a "live and let live". During my Glaydin years
I felt safe to be myself safe to become myself and
actually I've felt safe ever since. I too
remember skinny-dipping, trying to get the bus up
on 2 wheels going in the driveway, dirtballs
funeral and the night Phil lost his eye.

George used to let me sit up front with him on
some box under the window (would that ever be
against the law now) and he would tell me stories
of growing up in the mountains and I loved the way
that he describes life. And who could forget how
thrilling it was the way he`d charge out into
those traffic circles in full rush hour knowing
everyone had to yield to him and if anybody
accused him of; "almost had an accident" he
would laugh and say "ha ha ha, an inch is as good
as a mile as long as you miss". I remember when
we helped set up the recycling center in Leesburg
and had all the dorms separating our garbage for
quite some time when it was discovered that, when
George picked up all the garbage on Fridays, he
was throwing it all together in the same ditch up
the road, same as ever. I've loved irony,
recycling and keeping organic gardens ever since
and am realizing that so many different aspects of
my life are directly connected to my time at
Glaydin.

Glaydin was a so many things like the first time I
ever rode a horse, Wendy put me on Socks and I got
so scared when he cantered it made me cry but I
really wanted to learn, so I could ride "Big
Red" so I hung on. After graduating I got to
train polo ponies for a while which was way too
much fun as a job. I remember "sew and tell"
Clare`s name for when we would exchange clothes,
a tradition I've maintained with my friends to
this day and how we were teased because everyone
else thought we were dressing alike, completely
missing the point. Or remember the way we would
make our beds with the covers touching the floor
so we could hide in there and nap after staying up
all night. Or the day Dick was telling us about
that Tuesday Longsang Ram-something-or-other guy
who was the reincarnation of a Tibetan lama and we
all thought he was making up some nonsense story
about a llama. The soap stone pipes and walnut
shell buttons the times when half the kids had
guitars and the other half cameras. How about
that horrible turkey Tetrazzini on the Appalachian
Trail or the unbearable bag pipes at the blue
grass festival that wouldn`t let us sleep or the
wino at Lexington market playing tug-a-war with
Betsy (?) over our 6 pack.

Remember passing the boa around (not afraid of
snakes after that) and watching the monkeys
mature. One-time years after graduating when I
was in the feed store in Leesburg I over heard a
farmer complaining about how these monkeys had
taken over his pig barn. He told of how he had to
grease the pigs backs to keep the monkeys from
riding them (isn`t that a great image) and how
every year there was another (rape on!). How
relived I was even back then when Ken explained
that if you left a field alone it would turn into
a forest again.

I remember one night Ibby catching me in the
office lecturing me on the crime of being a
manipulative person and even thought I knew it was
just as much her problem as it was mine it made me
cry just the same and ever since I've tried
really hard, to be conscious of not manipulating
people, so in retrospect I`mglad I got that out
of my system early, thanks Ibby. Or the day
everyone picked me to tell Carol the lie we`d
made up, as to why we were late that Monday, when
actually we`d been trapped on Chip`s farm and
couldn`t leave because his stepfather had
returned so we had to stay in hiding, and she just
looked me in the eye and simply said your lying,
just like that and I've never lied (needlessly)
again, certainly the truth is a good enough excuse
in any situation.

Fondly I remember the year I got to live above the
Lucketts store with Frances (how bad is that),
Sally, Rick and Martin Roots. The year I was in
Carol`s dorm with "the boys" and her family,
"Bruce I want you to get rid of that beer..." I
remember one of Steve`s early inventions of
Campfire onions-potato-egg skillet things inspired
by the fact that, that`s all that was left in the
kitchen at the end of the year and we preferred
staying at Glaydin at any cost, to leaving just
yet, which reminds me, did someone ask if we had
a school song, wasn`t it "douche bag hall"?
And you know it`s probably because Jane and Carol
let me do my learning by hanging out in the office
that I had the feeling I could start my own
school. Warm thanks to the whole staff with the
spirits of children who let us be their friends.
And another three or four pages worth of names and
thank you and memories that I've edited into
developing letters that I can write to different
people if they get in touch. Any way that`s all
I'e got today.


from:
llegator@amigo.net.gt
new: llegator@yahoo.com

MESSAGE:

14 Sept, 2000

My name is Geoff Hagert, I went to Glaydin approx.
'72-75, during the school yr.. Lived first in
calcutta, with Tom McVeigh, the second year in
Goldstiens dorm, and finally with Dick and Barbara
Bearman in my last year there. Some of my roomates
were: Kenny Hart,JohnLankford,Donald Satuloff,Jeff
Slipher,Alec Du Bose,and Karl Bakken, Ricky
Sanbourne, and My closest friend for many
years,Marc Backlund. This site is a great gig!
What a pleasure to have found it . Peggy
Sligh,(nee O'Niel) got in touch with me about the
reunion, but I was out of town.

Glaydin absolutely saved my life, I'm convinced I
would have commited suicide had I not found
something much like it at that time of my life,
and really, what possibly could have been anything
like it, at any time ,anyplace.

Heres just a few names to try and help open the
labrynthian corridors of any minds that are as
ravaged as mine has become. Col. Peter Teasdale
Smith (ret.),Jean Kaluta, Kit Basom,KATHY MARKS,
Nancy Lorens, Star Fischer, Mary Jones, Jennifer
O'Niel, Sunny Engle,Nikki Mitchell,Cindy
Dimmock,Carla Scarpa,Erica Abrahms,Adelle
Claggett,Ernesto Diaz, Laurie Sutherland,
Larcelle(Blue)Oliver,Jeff Berenger,Donald
Southerland,Thom Bolt,(another roomate)Big
Pete,Lisa Pospicil,Renee Brown,Doug Whitmore,Paul
Cruz,(who measured his bags with the skinniest
fingers to ever appear on a human male)
Chris&Cinny Green,Bev Green,Jinka Hahn,Terry
Caton,Claire Arce,(who sold my dad a B.M.W.
motorcycle) Boo Hahn, Sam Ferster,
Cathy,George&Steve Rowlands, JohnSchoo, C.C.
Courtney, Jim and Henry May, Stu&marcia(the pissed
off sci. teacher & the nurse) and my brain is
turning to mush and I've got to stop!

I will try to spread the word about the site to
the few people I'm still able to get a hold of.
Kudos to M.Larch, Ren, and Peggy for all thier
work . Free the Glaydin 57!!! Feel free to E-
MAIL me at: gshagert@hotmail Love to here from
you,any & all. And my apologies to the many more
I didn't have the time to mention.


from:
gshagert@hotmail.com

MESSAGE:

22 Sept, 2000

kent boyd birdy 68-69 72-73 goldsteins dorm in 72

from:
kbboyd@email.msn.com

MESSAGE:

27 Dec, 2000

Merry Christmas everyone and Happy New Year!

from:
MChristycat123@aol.com
new Marymount2001@netzero.com

MESSAGE:

20 March, 2001

Hi people, my name is Laura Zeisler. I went to
Glaydin from 1977 to 1980. It was great to find
this site. I miss a lot of people I went to school
with and would love to hear from them! Me, Terry,
Julie and Libby were all ways together. I was the
mean looking girl. But very sweet at heart. If you
know me, please e-mail me. Would love to talk to
you.


New again:
from:
llittlestar1@aol.com
Old:
llittlestar@adelphia.net
Or, try
littlestar@adelphia.net

MESSAGE:

26 March, 2001

kenny hart here ,glaydin in early 70s. well its
full on spring out here in the land of enchantment
, im putting in a garden big enough to make agnes
proud.got a regular little farm out here, who
knows if i would be like this were it not for
glaydin.im a couple of hours north of the mexican
border so we go there for certain supplies and
excitement.this area is loaded with hot springs so
i visit lots of them often.i always have glaydin
and everyone from there close to my heart and
invite anyone out here for a visit.it gets hot in
the summer but always cools off at night.i
especially send shouts out to tom mcveigh carol
rowland,kenny goldstein ,vick and eileen,i often
think about laura steed, and david goulott, billy
cruz,heck everyone,the crushes i had on so many
beautiful glaydin sisters,far to many to listwell
peace and love to all, kenny hart
kivakenny@hotmail.com


from:
kivakenny@hotmail.com

MESSAGE:

15 June, 2001

What I am wanting to do is find folks that were at
school and maybe get together. I just moved back
to the area last year since 1977. I visited campus
on a Sunday(deserted as usual) and didn't see
anyone around. Peggy Sligh wrote me and told me
she would go back to campus with me. I just feel
that because a lot of us came of age back then,
and discovered "the other side", that it would be
so "far out" to get together with others, maybe
talk on the phone, or e-mail..and re-visit what I
remember as the turning point in my life.

When I got out of the car on that Sunday,in the
circle, the flash backs and memories were so
vivid, that I was afraid to let loose and let the
journey re-live itself. Mainly because I didn't
want to be approached by any security as I do not
know what Glaydin is like now. These days..anyone
seen walking on private property and just looking
around spells trouble. But I guess it hasn't
changed at all. The buildings, grounds,
lake..seemed to be stuck in a time warp
unsubjected to suburban sprawl. Thats why it hit
me so hard..it was like the day I left..waiting
for me to return and welcoming me as an old friend
waits for another old friend to return home. I am
nastalgic...and Glaydin will always be part of my
soul.

Write back when ya get some time and maybe share a
little bit of Glaydin and what she did for you,ok?

Until then, Jim Engel


from:
JGRIPeldice@aol.com

MESSAGE:

30 July, 2001

My name is Tricia and I attended school there in
77/78. In fact I proudly graduated from Glaydin
with all my friends, Lisa Leftwich, Leslie
Houligan, Greg and John S. I was one of the horse
people who spent a lot of time at the barn with
Sally Bolten. Does anyone remember the two
monkeys in the cage down by the creek?? or the
monkeys that rode on the back of the pigs? I
lived in the only dorm on the back street behind
the baseball field. I remember so many wonderful
times and people at Glaydin. Some were fun,
others wild. Glaydin changed me for the better
and in turn made me a better person today. I miss
that life where everyone accepted you for who you
were not for what you had. I also remember
getting caught smoking pot with Lisa, Leslie,
Greg, John and some others by Dick B. who punished
us by making us collect rocks and boulders from
the horse fields and building a stone wall on the
side of Rita's dorm---yep, those were the days!!
Anyone remember me?? please write.


Tricia Wilson
New email mulchmate@msn.com

MESSAGE:

12 Aug, 2001

Finally! Proof of Glaydin. Mimi Baumann 73-77.
When I tell people about Glaydin they can't
imagine a time or place could have existed. How
quickly things change. Special place, special
people. When I graduated I didn't look back (What
grad does?) until it was gone and closed. Sad,
Sad, Sad. Like losing a loved ones with no
closure. Where did everybody go? Cast into the
four winds, it's not like we all came from the
same town, I kept in touch with some and ran into
a few, visited Glaydin a few times. I moved to
Los Angeles in 83, I once told Mica Merkel
California would fall into the ocean if I move
there! Not!!!! My life is good, lets talk about
Glaydin. Bowling for PE credit? Dutifully
pulling Honey suckle vines for scripp, it was more
about pulling on the pipe (ya dig). When my
social worker Barbara Kennedy was trying to find a
place for me, we looked at several alternatives,
all dreadfull. Bruce Holland lived in the town I
did Vienna Va. He told me about Glaydin, I told
her. The day I came for my interview it was
pouring rain, the boys were playing tackle as we
drove up, mud everywhere. Joy johnson (also from
Vienna) and Lynn Johnson took me on the tour.
Oddly Joy was wearing platforms as we forded the
creek (she was not at Glaydin very long) we smoked
out. Barbara said I was accepted but she would
understand if it wasn't for me. Cute boys,
Maryjane, music, art, woods, coed dorm, it was a
hard decision, the rest is history. I'm around,
write me!

MESSAGE:

14 Sep, 2001

hey, it's me - the lost girl. finally posting,
still lost - but still here after all these years
thanks to all you people...

Lynda Bremenkamp/Lynda Agave 1973-1975

from:
agave@frognet.net

MESSAGE:

14 Nov, 2001

As we get ready to move I have been cleaning out my
basement and I came across a box of Glaydin stuff
that I have been hauling around for more than
thirty years. Pictures, "report cards", a Viet
Cong flag and a copy of the "Butterfly
Revolution". My wife has been after me to divsest
myself of all this extra weight that I drag around
with me from decade to decade. I have been
throwing away old family pictures, clothes,
magazines etc. but I will not let any of my
Glaydin stuff go. What is this hold that a long
defunct boarding school has on us all? Maybe I at
least don't want to let the memory of this
extrordinary place die. I've described Glaydin to
friends, young and old and people don't really
believe that I went to a school where we went on
field trips to anti war protests or that I took a
class titled "Epic Cartography".

I wouldn't be 16 years old again for a million
dollars but I wouldn't give up my Glaydin memories
for all the money in the world.


Peace, Steve Jaeger Glaydin 1970-'73


from:
stevej9714@directvinternet.com
New email
s.jaeger@verizon.net

MESSAGE:

24 Dec, 2001

although i only spent a short time at
glaydin73-74? for only six months .it was such a
blurring experiance .i remember the first day
teachers taking my parents around and the kids
taking me to the woods for orientation (stoned
again). remember with such fondness Kathy Marks
,bev c, dorm mates brian, gordon the crazy cat
that stayed on the rafters parties in the
cornfeilds partying by the stream fun in the loft
remember blowing bong hits through a small hole in
the wall into the counselors room while they
weren't there driving them crazy (think they
packed up in the middle of the nite and ran away
sry) still have a large rock from the stream to
this day. love your site would love to hear
from any who remember especially kathy or brian

DAMNDAVE

from:
DamnDaveva@aol.com

Febuary 1, 2002

[ A very sad note ]

The following is from "Loudoun Times Mirror"
=========================================
Louise W. Baker Teacher, Glaydin School founder

Louise Willa Baker, 78, formerly of Virginia, died
Jan. 22 at Porter Medical Center in Middlebury,
Vt.

Born Oct. 13, 1923, in Laurel Bloomery, Tenn.,
Mrs. Baker taught at Burgundy Farm Country Day
School and Tauxemont Preschool in Alexandria for
more than 30 years. In 1958, she and her husband
George helped co-found the Glaydin School and Camp
near Lucketts. They remained active in the school
until retiring in the late 1980s and moving to
Vermont.

She enjoyed reading, gardening, collecting
antiques, and reading and doing crafts with her
grandchildren.

Survivors include her husband, George Baker of
Orwell, Vt.; one daughter, Frances Stone of
Orwell, Vt.; seven grandchildren; 12 great-
grandchildren; four brothers; and two sisters.

Services will be at a later date.

MESSAGE:

23 May, 2002

Hi everyone, this is a short note to let you all know that I'm
on the Glaydin mailing list and am enjoying reading the things
everyone has or is writing. My name is Karen, George and
Louise's 4th grandchild. Some of you I remember from being
around Glaydin growing up with my grandparents, and others I
remember from hearing stories or seeing some of the old pictures.
I spent alot of time down at the kitchin with George and at the
barn. I also spent some time at some of the dorms. Everyone,
take care and may the world continue forward for you. Gene,
Mike, Charlile, Lou, Allen M., Dickey, Barbara and kids, Grant,
Fanny, Mona the cook, and also Jim May the other cook, there are
just to many names to mention. There are several students that I
can recall and have enjoyed seeing again and again if I was at
Glaydin when they came to visit. I would love to hear fro you if
you remember me, it would be great to chat. I am married now,
and have 3 of George and Louise's great grandchildren. Life is
good all in all. I miss having them around. Bye for now, take
care everyone.

Karen

MESSAGE:

28 Mar, 2003

At this time when our country is undertaking a military attack on
another nation it is appropriate to remember the lessons of peace
activism that Agnes, George and Louise taught us at Glaydin.
Besides devoting her life to children, Agnes committed herself to
stopping war. During summer camp in 1964 the final play focused
on the hazards of war. I still remember being in peace
demonstrations with Agnes and George during the VietNam era.
Above all, Glaydin has always stood for respect for other human
beings. Agnes, George and Louise did not just talk about this,
they lived it. Their lives are examples to us all.

Harold Kanarek Glaydin 1960-1967

MESSAGE:

10 Apr, 2003

Hello everyone!

I just discovered this website and it's great to read about
fellow students and staff, but I'm very sorry to hear Jane passed
away. This site sure brings back a lot of good memories! I was
at Glaydin from January 1972 to May 1975 including my senior year
at Glaydin Abroad in Italy. I returned to visit Italy and the
villa in 1985 and 1989. I was also at the summer camp in 1974.

Dorms? Chris & Cinny's, Tom McVeigh's, and who ran Calcutta in
1972?--Mike Riskin?. I was the geeky guy who ran the pirate
radio station "WEED Radio" and worked with the video equipment
Chris & Cinny got. Haven't lost the touch for gizmos, as I'm a
television producer, webmaster & computer consultant today. I
live in Fairfax, VA.

Glaydin means an awful lot to me and from time to time I'll post
more thoughts, but I wanted to say HI first; and I'd sure like to
hear from students and staff from those years.

I've got the June 21 2003 reunion on my calendar so I hope I'll
have a chance to talk to many of you.

By the way, to add to what someone posted: from my recollection,
the rest of the acronym GLAYDIN was "(and) Dogs In Nature".

Here's big thanks to the webmaster for bringing us together
again!

Arthur Harman (call me Art) artharman@aol.com

MESSAGE:

10 Apr, 2003

Hello glaydinites! I am very excited about the reunion. It
coincides with a family reunion, since I live on the west coast I
have a few good reasons to venture east. I am actually doing a
road trip, I will be visitting friends along the way.
I have been going to all the protests in LA, Ca. and I suggest
anyone who has fears of standing up and speaking out about the
war, that they head to http://www.michaelmoore.com . People, dare to care.

We can talk about the war later. I would like to see Happy,
Rita, Mica, Vickie Lynn Johnson, Lisa Leftwich, josh, Pete,
Donny, Brian Warfield, Frankie, Boo Boo, Bobby Massie, Cherry,
Jessie, Joy Sparrow,Jean Kaluta, warren, Alan Levy, B.O.R.T.,
Helen on weels, Ellen W., Brian Riggs, Kenny G., of course I
can't waite to see Dickie the dean of all good and where is Carla
Scarpa and Rene Brown? Ya'll better be there. We are a "groovy"
people puzzle that hasn't been put together in awhile, so get
away from the box and crawl if you have to, so we can make a
stand on Glaydin Mountain, hang with the beavers and the deer,
eat bbq and drink beer....etc!!!!! Love,
Mimi Universe 73-77

MESSAGE:

10 May, 2003

My name is Sheryl - I graduated from Glaydin in 1975. One of the
postings I've read referred to Glaydin being "a mess
academically". I wouldn't know about that. Speaking only for
myself I can say that after getting my high school degree from
Glaydin, I went on to graduate summa cum laude from B-school at
the University of Maryland. Not to mention an honors certificate
of proficiency in Italian language, literature and culture from
the University of Florence, and an (almost completed) second
Bachelors in Software Engineering. So, I wouldn't be one to
complain about the academic preparation I got there. And as far
as learning the more important things in life - being a vital,
active, positive and caring member of society and saying what
really, really needs to be said - well, there couldn't have been
a better environment or better teachers.

Oh, but I will say this: after leaving Glaydin, I never, ever
again got anywhere near a horse. They scare me half to death.
Sorry Sally!

Sheryl Grier

MESSAGE:

21 June, 2003

So I find myself up at 2:45 am on the morning of
the reunion that I'm missing, reading Glaydin web
postings. Must be a part of me trying to get to
the reunion, in spite of a science panel that I
have to be part of later this morning in Sarasota.
Suffice to say that Glaydin will always be close
to my heart. My colleagues and students left an
indelible impression on me, just like the rest of
us -- one that sweetened my outlook on life. This
message is just to say know that I am/was thinking
about you all today, and what a family we all seem
to be, still.

One of my fondest memories, which I always carry
with me, is the picture in my head of Alan Marcuse
& Steve Jaeger & Freddy DaSilva sitting on the
back of my '64 MGB as we drove Glaydin roads
during the last week of Physics class in 1972. I'd
finished the Physics book a month early so we
could pull the engine out of the MGB & bring it
into the science classroom. There my Physics class
proceeded to pull the entire engine apart, have
the crank ground and cylinders bored out at a
local machine shop, then put it all back together
again -- the ultimate hands-on teaching experience
for me (and oh so Physics-oriented material). I
hear that Freddy (or was it Alan) bought an MGB
after he graduated and did his own engine job. Can
you imagine how proud I was of this Glaydin
moment... Where else would you have the freedom to
teach auto mechanics as part of a Physics class,
and be able to carve such a practical talent into
your students.

Cheers, always, I'm there in spirit today, Ken Leber--

KLeber@mote.org

MESSAGE:

22 June, 2003

Got back to my little house in Bethesda after an
idyllic day out at that wooded paradise we once called
home.

Wow - it was terrific to be there again, with all of
you, feeling that I was among family. Those were
special years, Glaydin was a special place, and we were
all very special people. And still are. We made
Glaydin, and Glaydin made us... I carry Glaydin, and
all of you, in my heart, in my soul, in my mind.

Thanks so much to everyone who came, and to those who
couldn't come but have posted thoughts, pictures,
whatever on the websites. (And thanks to Gordon, for
maintaining and enhancing those websites.)

Please, everyone - keep in touch.

Sheryl Grier

MESSAGE:

31 July, 2003

I attended GLAYDIN in 82-83 and i was terry campbells roommate
(see prior post by him) and have actually been looking for him
and angie hicks for quite awhile..his email address is no more
but i hope the phone # is still valid.My memories of glaydin are
a mixed bag. I have very good memories of some staff members (
rob wilmont, kelly reeves, george, and MOM). I was not the best kid
in the world and after having 4 kids of my own am glad my
disposition back then is NOT genetic.....lol. I am currently a
sales manager for verizon wireless and have a wonderful wife and
family. unfortunatly it was not glaydin that woke me up to the
way the world works and how to function in it. But there were
some special and tragic moments in my life there and wish to find
the people who were special to me back then...you can email me at
srnitemare@aol.com if you remember me or know of the two people i
am searching for.

thanx,
Michael Jacobson

MESSAGE:

1 Aug, 2003

Hey Everybody, a quick note to let everyone know what is
happening in our lives with George. George is in the hospital in
Middlebury VT. The hospital name is Porter. The phone
#18023884701. George's daughter France has informed us that
George is doing poorly, his heart is very weak and he has cancer
in his upper R lung. George has also had a problem with his
swallowing for sometime now and food gets stuck sometimes when he
his eating. France has had to either cut his food up really
small or make it soft like baby food. France told me today that
they don't expect George to make it through the weekend. The
reunion back in June was very good for him. It was nice for him
to see you all again. I will let everyone know what is going on
from here on out. Everyone take care.

Love to all
George's granddoughter Karen Hall
lhall@visuallink.com

3 Aug, 2003

This is also from Karen,

... Frances said if anyone would like to get in touch with her about
George they could call her at home or write. Cards and things can
be sent to the farm and she will make sure George gets them.
Stonewood Farm, 105 Griswald Ln, Orwell VT 05760. Phone
#802948-2277. I haven't heard anything different today yet, so I
guess there is no changes, since yesterday...

Karen L. Hall
lhall@visuallink.com

MESSAGE:

12 Nov, 2003

It's funny how you can sometimes forget the most important things
in your life. Not so much forget, but just not think about. For
so many years I've been speeding along in fast forward and now I
find that one of the most incredible experiences of my life has
become fuzzy. So many names of teachers and schoolmates that I
can no longer remember. A search for an old friend on Google
brought me to this site. I Googled Glaydin! Seeing the pictures
and hearing the familiar stories made me remember my own stories:
skinny dipping in the lake, riding the horses, sneaking down to
the food pantry at midnight and stealing boxes of crackers,
chemistry classes where we made gunpowder and set it off behind
the classroom, wiring up an elaborate lighting system in the dorm
to warn us when the warning system was discovered), the Sadie
Hawkins dance, getting lost in the woods and returning to school
an hour after dinner time, the roller skating rink in Leesburg,
being punished for one thing or another by having to spend 10
minutes on the dorm porch in 5 degree weather in our underwear,
playing king-of-the-hill on that wooden triangle pulled by the
tractor in the snow, 'panty raids' at the girls dorm, evening
sing-a-longs in the main building, almost driving the tractor
through the side of the tool house on parent teacher day, kissing
a girl for the first time. Come to think of it, Glaydin is a huge
part of who I am today. It saved me, reshaped me, put ideas into
me and pulled things out of me. What an amazing time it was.

My name is Jeff Neiblum and I was in 7th and 8th grade at Glaydin
from 1967 to 1969. Are any of my old schoolmates and teachers out
there? Does anyone have any pictures or stories from that time
period? Now that I have stopped for a second to look back, I
really miss the old place.

Jneiblu@aol.com

MESSAGE:

25 Nov, 2003

My name is Jeanette Minor I was at Glaydin from '69 to '73. But
back when I attended I was James "jimmy" Minor. I was roommates
with Keith Oshins and later, Tony Newton in Dickie and Barbara's
dorm. As some of you may have guessed, I am Glaydins Transsexual
alumna. I am currently living in San Francisco, and if any fellow
Glaydinites are reading this I would love to hear from you. My
family and childhood home was Glaydin and all of you whom I knew
then, are my brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts. I have been
scared to keep in touch for fear of "freaking out" all of you who
remember me as a geeky amd melencholy teenaged boy.I am now a
very happy woman and would love to hear from any of you.I just
got in touch with Keith Oshins yesterday and we fell back into
our old friendship like we had just sepperated a couple of days a
go rather than 25 years! I can be reached at wildfire_56@sbcglobal.net
if anyone wants to contact me.

MESSAGE:

19 Dec, 2004

Hey gang,
Whaaaaaaat's up?
not much activity on this site? I would like to say hello to Carrie England,
even though it took 5 years to return the message. Anyone else from the
'76-'77 year drop an email, I'd really like to hear from you, and about
others you have heard from, Kenny G's or K.K.'s dorm are you out there?
Who's up for a Glaydin re-union in June 2005? Also check out the
MSN/Glaydin site
http://groups.msn.com/GlaydinSchoolAlumni

Seeeya!
Dean Collins
deck@tampabay.rr.com

MESSAGE:

28 June, 2005

Greetings All,

To me, Glaydin means picking blueberries, going for hikes, squirt gun
fights on the lake, a huge organic garden, regular time with my great
aunt, Azzie, and often, my grandparents. Agnes helped raise my father,
Jim Sailer, as his parents were abroad much of his life. My father
lent his assistance as they started Glaydin - he was also an educator.
We visited Glaydin just about every summer growing up, making the trip
from Cincinnati. I'm glad to know that others a remember Agnes so
fondly. She was ahead of her time in so many ways.

At any rate, this is just a quick hello. Glad to see this site exists
- thanks to Steve for pointing it out.

Peace,
Carolyn Sailer