Louise Suzanne Mansolf:
CLASS OF 1971
Pulaski High SchoolClass of 1971
New britain, CT
Platt High SchoolClass of 1965
Meriden, CT
Louise Suzanne's Story
Workplace:
Enjoyed having worked in the sales/marketing arena for 30+ years now, currently with a professional engineering services company.
Personal Fabric:
Still march to the beat of a different drum. I espouse personal responsibility, integrity and embrace free market enterprise and the opportunity it garners to those who possess an entrepreneurial spirit.
Favorite Passtimes:
Spending time on our boat (or on the hook in Coecles Harbor)...or snorkeling along the clear, coastal waters at Orient Beach in St. Martin, FWI.
Life Objective(s):
To make a difference.
To finish my compliant border between sod and sanctuary...
To continue to embrace life with gusto.
To be all that Dad said I am.
To leave behind, behind.
Kids? They're a little part of yourself that you send forward where ultimately, you will not follow. A child is pure light, and life's inspiration. John Rosemond is the best parental-teacher, as described in "Because I Said So"......results are a well-balanced, happy and accomplished individual that I am very, very proud of.
My first job was at a convalescent home, where I got paid peanuts to do what the degreed individuals wouldn't. What I remember most about it is accidentally mixing up two residents' brushed sets of teeth and watching in horror as one struggled to get them to fit....she looked like a damn horse with them jutting in and out of her face. I explained that I must not have cleaned them sufficiently and brushed them again and got them into the right resident's mouth. It was all around the least-paying job I ever had, but the most rewarding. The residents were just wonderful!.
One of the most memorable childhood memories involves a small baby bird that fell out of a tree, and my younger brothers and I tried to nurse it with bits of...Expand for more
rice, worms and eye-droppers full of water. It didn't seem to be doing well. The next day there was a note on the tree, expressing gratitude from the mother bird for the care we had given her baby, and indicating she had returned it to her nest. This was Dad's way of sparing the truth about the demise of the poor hatchling while teaching us to always show love, compassion and caring to those who have lost their way.
Trophies on a mantel? No, but sales award plaques I was never much enough of a narcissist to hang: I know what I am about and don't feel I need to "exhibit" or "prove" anything to anybody (never did!) Funny story about one of them though.....it bore a heavy brass medallion that ultimately fell off the plaque in the box it was stored in so I used it for a paperweight at the office to organize priority mail. The office was broken into one night and in addition to my laptop, the only other thing that was missing was the medallion. Some fool is probably running around some CT city-street with a brass medallion on a chain around his neck bearing the letters GBC, proudly assuming the letters are an acronym for well, use your imagination.
Obsessions? I am accused of having "lawn obsession" and I guess that shows....and carving compliant borders between sod and sanctuary. I know where just about every landscaping and garden center is from Southwick Salisbury and from Simsbury to South Norwalk. I am hopeful that my afterlife meanderings will be granted at GledHill in West Hartford. Just in case it's not, I make it a point to spend alot of free time there now.
My hero? Dad, my friend and beloved father whom I sorely miss. He taught me so many things, but never taught me how to say goodbye. He is with me yet, I know, as the remarkable soul who shaped my own.
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