Janet Ellen Estep:  

CLASS OF 1963
Falls church, VA

Janet Ellen's Story

Edited: January 2018 I didn't have to move back to NJ. Thank heavens! My daughter found a nanny, just barely before I closed up my house and bought my plane ticket. We all survived. After a fashion. My daughter has a job she loves, as Editor in Chief of a national magazine. My son in law facilitated her career as a stay-at-home-dad. This role-reversal wouldn't have happened in our time. I wonder how many of our classmates have come into their own, now, in the last half of their lives? Have we ever been granted such freedom, liberty and experience, before? My old gray head is a passport that I'd have activated earlier had only I known. Children in stores recognize the grandmother in me and smile. Strangers acknowledge me as a familiar. I can be outlandish but never threatening and I wear what I want, and say what I feel, and only a touch of arthritis, limits what I can do. The irony isn't lost to us at the Senior Center, as we perform aerobic moves to our old rock n' roll standards. What a validation that those standards are enjoying 2nd life, as are we. Re-purposed, recycled and renewed. Right after 9/11, my daughter mentioned “meetup.com” but I told her I wasn't interested in dating! She said “I don't think this is a dating thing?” Well, I wasn't interested until I'd slipped into a bad depression after the loss of my longtime cat-companion, and the betrayal by a trusted friend, all in a short span of time. Hearkening back to my Virginia roots, I put on makeup (lots of it!), bought a short skirt and visited the Portland meetup site to find the scariest event. No Sky-Diving was featured, so I picked the next-best: Speed Dating. I knew that if I survived that stark confrontation with strangers, I could occupy any space, anywhere, with confidence. The plan was to avoid questions about myself, but barrage my opponent with questions and exhaust the time until I could escape. I know it was very rude of me to misrepresent myself as a serious applicant - and as 10 years younger than my actual age - but I was desperate and a little crazy. My only slip came when someone asked a question about my family. I can't resist talking about my daughter and he asked how old she is? Without thinking, I answered truthfully. He said “Oh! You must have been very young when your had her!” Opps. “Oh, yes. But I was a good mother, nonetheless.” Bless his heart, he said he didn't doubt it(!), and moved on. That trial by immersion, worked, and for the next year, I joined every remotely interesting meetup, before whittling it down to Portland Weekly Wine blind tastings, lectures on everything from CRISPR to the sex life of Voles, Humanitarian & Secular meetups in taverns & coffee houses, art reviews & events, social happy hours (cheap food!), and occasionally, a group dinner at a prestigious restaurant, or a “Brain Workshop”. Of the groups, I've enjoyed the company of the winos & secular humanists the most. Smart, funny and irreverent. They make great friends. I'm usually the oldest but they seem to accept me.. Upon reflection, I recognize a serious flaw in my personality: the discernment needed to select a good human companion, although, I am pretty good with cats. I don't think I ever would have dated, much less, married, if meetup had been invented in 1964. If ever I weaken, my concern for changing the dynamics of the meetup group, dispels the attraction. The person with whom I bought this house, is my cautionary tale. I wasted years living with someone I didn't like, much less, love, and won't do it again. The most fun is indulging my interest in everything. Meetup.com introduced me to lectures and activities in unfamiliar fields through Science on Tap, Science Pub, The Oregon Museum of Science and Industry (OMSI), and Oregon Health Science University (OHSU) which find, and secure speakers in diverse fields. The only requirement for a lecturer, seems to be intimate familiarity with the subject, and skillful, passionate presentation of their subject. For $10-15 per lecture, I've learned about: Chemistry: I didn't understand a word of the lecture, but was on the edge of my seat the entire time! Genetic-specific developments partially phasing out chemo, surgery and radiation in cancer treatments up at Oregon Health Sciences University! No more chemo, or surgery or radiation! (CRISPR) The Missoula floods, now there was a cataclysm. 'Rump's election has nothing on the floods. The relation between the brain and music; how addiction occurs; how geckos climb glass. A Canadian scientist discovered that specific sand with sharp aspect can filter almost all the harmful bacteria and parasites from the most polluted water and gifted his discovery to the world. Using this technology, a group has been teaching communities in Iraq, Africa etc. to clean their own water and has dramatically reduced the incidence of illness and death. Our local Mercy Corp lecturers are returned from areas of horrendous privation where their aim is to provide sustenance to the needy, not to take sides in disputes. To facilitate this goal, they make friends of all the community leaders and local warlords, and at each checkpoint, MC teams politely asks “who is your leader?” then request that person be called to allow passage for this MC team. A slow, but effective expedient. Robotics. I am reassured that it's just a matter of time before my dream vacuum comes on line which will operate without the touch of a human hand.. And I mean a REAL vacuum, not one of those wimpy disks the cat rides on. My home is designed for guests. A party animal, I host the big party on the 4th of July (200+), and smaller gatherings on Easter, St Pat's Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, New Years Eve, birthdays, wedding and baby showers, although, one time, festivities were interrupted when the guest of honor was taken to the hospital for her birthing event. Because I rent the lower portion of my home and it's not open to my guests, our weather limits the number of guests. During summer, the overflow spills out onto the upper deck, partially uncovered, and the yard.. It's like a party-cycle: clean house (par...Expand for more
ty is the only reason to subject myself to the ordeal), invite interesting people, set up tables & decorate, prep food & wine and paarty down! Repeat. Passion isn't dead, just relocated. Movement is where it's at, now. Dance, aerobics, cardio strength, weight-lifting, but most of all, Zumba! I married 3 times. The first two, badly. None of my husbands could dance – even a waltz. Now that's 55 years when I didn't dance. Baby, it isn't like riding a bike – which I can't do anymore, either. I don't even remember how to waltz! But Zumba! I can still shake it all over. The only thing that bores me is people who act my age and detail all the ways others offend them, or insult them, or disrespect them, ad finitum. Life! What's not to love? Cheers, Raiders! ********************************************************************************************************************************** Perhaps it is time for an edit? Life happens after all. To begin at the end, or most current evolution, I have developed a strong inclination to a solitary habitat...much nicer than saying "get out of my face", don't you think? Once again, this poor old house is undergoing the travail of a remodel all intended to inspire the desire to home ownership, this home's ownership by someone else. The perfectly good gravel walk is become a flagstone promenade to the front portico spruced up with cement paint and elegant planter boxes, their topiary or bonsai inhabitants to come. Homey, old scratched-up golden oak floors will become blemish free and lighter. I anticipate and dread this new commitment, once again, leaving my old, comfortable, established home for a prospect. I hoped to remain in the same neighborhood "' till the walls shall crumble to ruin..." However, I am facing the quandary many of my classmates may recognize? A historic back injury has matured and may somewhat limit my mobility in the distant - I hope - future. And family obligations dictate returning to the east coast to live near my daughter's family and assist with the care of my granddaughters. No problem if they lived in Toronto or even White Plains, but their region is dirty, rude, ugly, loud, over-populated and conservative. Not even the promise of NYC white pizza mitigates the horror of a non-life. Another feature of life in Portland is our dynamic senior-centered community. We have opportunities to volunteer, art and education classes to attend, exercise, even the damned Zumba for god's sake! What is not to love? But my granddaughters are not here and I miss them. Decisions, decisions... Hey, you out there! Please correspond. I so enjoy hearing of my classmates lives, long and well lived. There is much to be said for vicarious experience: all pleasure, no pain and free access to all that wisdom. *********************************************************************************************************************************** I left Stuart with quite a chip on my shoulder. Never feeling I belonged I resented the school rather than copping to my own inadequacies. It has been a long, strange journey but returning to face my demons at one of the reunions balanced me. The other students at Stuart, children all, were nothing more than themselves. And now they are adults concerned with personal pursuits and maintaining their self images. So profound and so mundane. In 2005, I retired from my bed and breakfast, the Brightwood Guest House on Mount Hood. My Significant-Other and I bought a home in Portland which we remodeled into the showplace it should have been when built in 1956, with plenty of room for parties & visitors. After Stuart and sporadic college tours at Santa Barbara City College, Cabrillo College, U VA extension in Arlington and Mt Hood Community College, I headed out on my own. Not showing the best judgement, I married three times, had one daughter who was no mistake and reared foster kids surprisingly well. My daughter is a reporter and the exceptional mother of my 2 adorable granddaughters. I worked at a succession of libraries: LC there in DC, Army Headquarters Library in Frankfurt, Newberry Library in Chicago, Aptos Public Library & Cabrillo College Library in Santa Cruz, but found my calling as a baker and later teaching. I have worked with migrants in California, taught spinning, weaving, crochet and baking, dug a drainfield for the septic tank, owned and operated a bakery and a bed & breakfast, and worked at the CIA during the Bay of Pigs. Where are you, Mike Pons? We never know how we will turn out, do we? I expected to be a book reviewer for the DC Post & Times Herald. Finally sold 6000+ of my favorite books to dealers when I gave up that dream. Funny how there was always money for books even when the pantry was empty. On that theme, my SO and I have been divesting ourselves of the artifacts of our pasts. The skins of former lives have lost tension as we relax into the skin of maturity. Those books, the 60 pounds of yarn, the loom & wheels, the clothes - all gone without regret, but I am so sad that my parents, all my uncles & aunts and most recently my cousin Donny died against my will. I would not have them gone. I still experience the void, the pain of losing my brother, Alan who died when he was only 24. So incomplete a life. So bitterly missed. However, perhaps this too will pass. One dependable figment of my past, Paula Shore, my best friend from intermediate school and another Stuart alum, is still in evidence. She lives in Seattle and we get together on the holidays and for special occasions. For instance, we had tickets for the Chad Mitchell Trio with Tom Paxton which we attended April 2008...and except that we attended the concert in Salem Oregon, rather than the Wilson Line on the Potomac, the "Shadows" or "Cellar Door," it was just like old times...almost. The Trio is OLD! I would love to hear from other Stuart alums. Have you weathered or are you weathered? What, why, who, when, where, how? Tips on grand-parenting especially appreciated. Cheers! Jan Ellen Estep (Jeep) **********************************************************************************************************************************
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