Elaine Unland:
CLASS OF 1969
Kennedy High SchoolClass of 1969
New orleans, LA
University City High SchoolClass of 1970
University city, MO
University City High SchoolClass of 1969
University city, MO
F. W. Gregory Junior High SchoolClass of 1966
New orleans, LA
McDonogh 39 Elementary SchoolClass of 1963
New orleans, LA
Elaine's Story
Life
After Kennedy, I attended Centenary College for two years, then transferred to Newcomb College, which doesn't exist anymore--long since dissolved by the powers-that-be at Tulane University. I realized recently that none of the schools I went to in New Orleans exist anymore: McDonough #39, Gregory, Kennedy, and in a back-door kind a way, Newcomb. Well, the buildings are still there, but that's about it. Our spirits are still there though, aren't they. After Newcomb, I earned an M.A. in English from UNC at Chapel Hill. Came back to New Orleans and taught English and Mechanical Drawing at UNO for seven years. Married an engineer, taught part-time for awhile, and then worked full-time at my writing. In the 90s I went back to school, to LSU for a masters of fine arts in creative writing. I've published several short stories in literary magazines and more recently I've published mystery stories, more like suspense stories (pulp fiction), kind of urban gothic stuff, in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine. I've also written 3 novels which will probably never find an agent much less an editor. Still, I persist. I consider myself/am a failed writer. Well, there are worse things. In 2010, Mark and I will have been married for 30 ...Expand for more
years. In 2003, two years before Katrina, we were transferred to Houston. (If we hadn't been transferred, we would have lost everything, including my three novels that will probably never be published, since I'm disorganized and probably wouldn't have taken a backup disc along with me in the evacuation. I would also have lost a lot of my sister's best paintings, the ones she foolishly gave me at no cost over the years. If you ever go to city hall in N.O., she's the one who painted the very concrete-looking sidewalks--literally concrete--that line the first floor walls.) The move to Houston has been tough for me, especially since my dad died a few months after the move, but I think I'm almost accepting the change now. I get back to New Orleans often, since my mother and sister are still there. I hated to leave. I'm a native. New Orleans is in my DNA. --I have to admit, I hated Kennedy High School. Was not happy there. I kept a very low profile. Despite that, I have fond memories of every last person in our class, even though I felt very much on the sidelines. I think of us all as being in different canoes, paddling with different paddles. So young then. And now here we are, forty years later. I wish you all well. Elaine
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