My longtime administrative professional Toni arranged
for me to speak at a statewide meeting of her sorority
held on the campus of the University of North Carolina
at Chapel Hill. She went with me that afternoon, as did
a carload of women from Burlington who were alumnae of
that group. Toni and I went to Auburn University, but
our friends attended UNC. They were proudly showing us
around their old sorority house when we came to a hall
lined with "composites" - large frames which contain
individual pictures of the sisters of a sorority who
were in school during each particular year.
began to search for a friendís photo who could not come
that day, but had graduated from Carolina and was a
member of that sorority. As we peered from picture to
picture, an undergraduate came bouncing down the hall
and asked if she could help. We explained what we were
doing and told her our friend's maiden name. She glanced
at the numerous pictures and asked, "Do you know when
"Not exactly," I replied, "but
she's my age."
Her response was a little too
quick for me. "She'd be in the attic."