Reminiscences from “MSMC lifetime pals”

Rosemary Gray writes:

I had conversations with Sandy Stevenson, Carol Steffes, Rosemary Brunet and Kathy Rezonnico. You can identify us as “MSMC lifetime pals”.

…Lu and I met as freshmen at MSMC in 1951 and boarded at the Mount for four years. Friends from the start, she was smart, passionate, witty in her low-key way and creative in subverting draconian boarder regulations.

…My name is Rosemary Brunet Giacomi, aka “Bruno.”  Lu and I met at St. Ferdinand’s in San Fernando, California, in the eighth grade and became fast friends.  We enjoyed competing in intermural sports especially at the St. Anthony’s basketball Tournament in Long Beach.  Our high school was very small so we were on all the teams for all four years.  I often stayed at her home while we both worked with her parents for their design business.  We decided to attend Mount St. Mary’s and roomed together during Freshman and part of Sophomore years.  I left at the end of the Sophomore year to be married.  She was my wildest and best friend and the instigator of a number of adventures. Lu was the Maid of Honor at my wedding and the Godmother of my first daughter.  Like many others, I loved her for her unique qualities of true friendship, a wicked sense of humor in the best way, and her originality. Lu’s mom, Lucille, died around 1955. I don’t remember when her older brother “Todd” and her father Fred passed away.   I am truly sad to learn of her passing.  With Lu, once a friend, forever a friend.

…When asked about her “doings” Lu was always modest but passionate. She remained fiercely loyal to friends and causes all her life and we were enriched by having her in our life.

…Our senior yearbook, which she edited, was a radical departure from the previous publications. Using lower case only, her homage to e e cummings, she wrote terse, clever,” punny” captions.The whole endeavor was bound in an ultra-modern cover and created quite a sensation.

To see the yearbook:



Friends through the years

Hello.  This is Celia Anton in New Mexico, writing about my childhood-through-high school-days with Lu:

From the getgo, Lu was illuminated.  Her energy was everlasting, her enthusiasm potent.  She went everywhere she might, did everything she could, and loved life.  I spent time at her home, a humble one with loving and giving parents, like Lu herself.  She told me once that it was an elderly woman in her neighborhood who whetted her intellectual life, inviting her into her home to read from her large and varied library, study her encyclopedias, and enjoy her sophisticated collection of classical music.  Lu attributes her true intellectual awakening to this woman who died about the time Lu went away to college.

I remember Lu always in motion.  The picture I carry in my mind is of Lu as a teenager with thick luxurious hair, barefoot and bareback on a small pinto horse that she adored.  It was a gift, but I don’t recall from whom.  Her quick mind and her laugh were her hallmarks, her wit sharp and fast.  She played the ukelele and sang silly songs with the same zest that she prepared for debate, at which she shone.  It was easy to love her, and altho we parted ways when she went into academia, and I into the Foreign Service, we quickly reunited when I suffered a massive tragedy in my life and, to my surprise, saw her walking across my yard in San Francisco, overflowing with empathy, and continuing on with our loving relationship.

She and her beloved Linda followed me to New Mexico, where we enjoyed the company of one another for several wonderful years.  I loved this unique woman as a child, a teenager, and into our old age.  I am devastated by the loss of her when, just this past summer, I was expecting a visit from her and Linda.  I know she’s gotten things buzzing in heaven; small consolation for the loss of her fine mind, fine wit, and fine creativity here on earth.  I will love her always.