More Memories about Eleanor Snouck Hurgronje Wikorg
--I remember Eleanor well from Freshman year. She lived on the third floor of Merion, I on the second (with Joan Dolan Rawlins). In addition to
the things that we Merion Freshman did together, I remember long talks with her about Life. Our Sophomore year, in early Spring, we both felt
a need to "get away" for a week-end, and with Dean Broughton's permission, we took a bus to my home in Detroit, where we spent cozy hours in
front of the fire and long talks with my mother. Eleanor was one of 4 of my Bryn Mawr friends to attend my wedding in Detroit in 1962; the
others were my "roomy" Joan Dolan Rawlins, Diana Campuzano Schramm, and Betsy Balderston (who, sadly, also died of breast cancer).
From then on we intersected at various points in our lives. She was at Stanford when I was living in San Francisco, pregnant, and attending
graduate school at Berkeley (before BART). She and Priscilla Perkins Grew (also at Berkeley) were the only classmates around when I had a
new baby, Jennifer (now a grandmother herself). Priscilla contributed her own baby crib for Jennifer. Eleanor spent many week-ends with us
before the baby arrived, one notable one in Monterey when I insisted that my husband go to the motel coffee shop after hours to get his
pregnant wife a piece of lemon meringue pie; he was successful.
After Eleanor and Erland were married we visited them in Sweden (1970) with our 2 children, Jennifer (6) and Peter (4). We were on our first
home leave during our 4 years in the Philippines - a literal around-the-world trip. Years later Eleanor admitted to being horrified at the cost of
peanut butter in Sweden, which was the only thing Peter wanted to eat.
After that our visits took place at Stanford again, where my husband and I were graduate students after our return from the Philippines. Eleanor
made several trips for research, and Erland sometimes joined her. An obligatory trip for Erland was to the Pebble Beach Golf Course.They also
visited us in Houston, where my husband and I were both teaching at the University of Houston, and we took a fun trip to San Antonio in a
rented Cadillac!
Our last visit together in 1991 was probably the most memorable. My husband and I were on a trip to Scandinavia and Russia. In Sweden, we 4
adults and Eleanor's and Erland's youngest son, Marcus (7, I think) made a road trip to visit the glass factories, and we found (and bought) the
same pattern of crystal we had bought on our first visit in 1970. I remember it was rainy and cold in June, and Eleanor and Erland fitted us up
with boots to go with the other raingear we had brought, so we could hike. We stayed in some really interesting places, including a Medieval
(?) farm, where we slept in a real loft (not a NYC loft!) and had to go to another building for toilet facilities in the night. After that they ferried
their car to England, where we drove north to Scotland, staying in B&Bs. We saw a lot of interesting sights. Most of the drive, Eleanor and I sat
in the back with Marcus, who was sometimes stretched across our laps. We found quaint restaurants and pubs, ate a lot of picnic lunches in the
rain - once trepassing, I suppose, in a farm shed to keep dry. In the Scottish Highlands we came across a wonderful hunting lodge off the
beaten track, where English royalty had once stayed. It proved a relaxing and enjoyable interlude while Erland attended a conference. We
returned to Sweden with them and from there we went on to Finland and St. Petersburg. From all our visits together, I remember real shared
friendship, lots of fun and laughter, and sometimes serious musings. Eleanor will always have a special place in my heart and I will miss her
very much. (Mary-Margaret Roche Goggin)
Carole Lemon McMichael
—(Carole Lemon McMichael and Mary Irvine Debrovir traveled to the College together from Michigan for their freshman year; Mary Margaret,
another freshman from Michigan, remembers sharing that trip and Carole.)
I was also on that trip to Bryn Mawr with Carole and Mary Irvine in 1958. I got on in Detroit. We were the only 3 Freshman from Michigan that
year. I had not visited Bryn Mawr beforehand, so it was quite an adventure for me. I think it was about a 12 hour train ride, and we had to
change trains in Philly. I don’t remember who knew the intricacies of that, but when we arrived in Bryn Mawr, I believe we were meat at the
station and guided to the campus.
In those days, friendships tended to build around dorm life, since we ate in our own dorms, studied there when not in the library, etc., so I didn’
t become close with Carole and Mary.
Although I can’t really add anything about Carole, I do offer sincere condolences to her family. It is difficult for all of us to hear of the deaths of
people who shared our college experiences 4 decades ago. (Mary-Margaret Roche Goggin)
Marita Viglione Richards
From work on the Freshman and Junior shows, I remember how incredibly unassuming Marita was. She was so clever, talented, and funny! and I
don't remember one instance of an ego-trip as the rest of us serious amateurs mangled her work! She may well have ground her teeth a few
times (maybe more than a few) but she was incredibly patient with us. "Thanks for the memories..." (Abby Wootton Hamilton)
I have been looking at photographs and record albums remembering with warmth my years at Bryn Mawr and my friendship with Marita
Viglione during those four years. We lived across the hall from one another in Merion freshman year and roomed together sophomore year. She
always amazed me with her musical talents (she composed and played the music for our two class shows) --- her musical favorites ranged from
Nina Simone to Nadia Boulenger --- and with her enthusiasm for life. She never let her physical difficulties become an obstacle. I even
remember when several friends, Marita, and I rode a 4-seater bicycle on the boardwalk at the Jersey shore near the end of our sophomore year!
After graduation, we connected only occasionally (I regret that now). We had dinner together --- Marita, her husband Arthur, her foster son
William, my husband, and my son Josh --- the weekend of our 20th reunion. She had received a master’s degree in social work from Bryn Mawr
and was working in that field outside of Philadelphia. She was again studying piano --- she was an accomplished classical pianist. Many years
later we reconnected via e-mail and remained in touch until shortly before her death. In her last e-mail, she wrote that she was not feeling well,
that it was “not serious,” and that she was looking forward to the birth of her first grandchild. Marita was a truly amazing individual, and I am sad
that her grandchild will never have the joy of knowing her. (Arlene Belkin Bernstein)
Susanna (aka Zana) Sheffield
For some unknown reason, the death of Susanna in 1996 was overlooked until Sue Tracy noticed the omission in 2010. Memories of her from a
classmate, and an artist client of hers in Houston are included below:
I can give you a few thoughts about Zana during our college years. We were both German majors – we often laughed that we were the
“domestic” German majors, because we were the only ones in our department who didn’t go abroad for our Junior Year. This made for very
small classes! I went to Germany for part of one summer during college, and lived with the family I had lived with during my sophomore year in
high school, in a small village outside Aachen. Zana came and stayed with the same family for a short time, and we visited Aachen, roamed
the very pretty countryside and had lots of fun and laughter. That is something I remember well – a lot of laughter – in Pem West, playing
bridge, just hanging out…. I really feel sorry that I didn’t keep in touch with her after college. (Peggy Kersey Klineberg)
HERE IS THE INFO ABOUT AND THE REMEMBRANCE BY KARIN BROKER, AN ARTIST CONTACTED BY PEGGY KLINEBERG:
I have received e-mails from my friend Karin Broker, who knew Zana well in Houston. Karin is a well known artist, Professor of Visual Arts and
former Chair of the Department of Visual and Dramatic Arts at Rice. I found out that she knew Zana and asked her to write remembrances. I
also asked whether I could send what she wrote to you, and she graciously agreed. I hope that this will be helpful. I now remember that Zana
was very involved in the art world of Houston (I was not), and that she did not wish to see people when she was ill, but I did not know what her
illness was, and then lost contact completely, so was unaware of her circumstances.
I was in Susanna's gallery for a number of years. Unfortunately for me and all of her other gallery artists Susanna did indeed pass away. She
was one of my best gallery supporters and I really loved her. I had a number of shows with her starting in 1988. She had originally worked
with Hadler/Rodriguez Gallery until both of those wonderful men died of aids. Susanna put up my show at Hadler/Rodriguez after Warren
Hadler died and my exhibition was the last solo exhibition in their gallery.
When Susanna closed up the Hadler/Rod. space she opened up a gallery of her own and invited me to be in her stable. She actually lived IN
her gallery which was an interesting deal. During the day her space looked like a gallery.........and then after gallery hours she would roll out
her bed onto the floor and lived in the space.
She had energy, insight, guts and was a wonderful art dealer. She was inventive with her exhibitions and her writing about art was
exceptional. Actually.......writing was her forte. She was a strong and forceful art writer. The person who knew a good bit about Susanna is
Clint Wilour of the Galveston Art Center. And.........Susanna also was incredibly spiritual and her exhibitions often had that type of bent.
I can't remember what she died of but it was not pretty. I'm fairly certain it was cancer. She closed her gallery and didn't want anyone to
really see her during her final days and months.
She was probably my best art dealer.........ever. She understood what I was doing, she supported my wackiness and I loved our lunches
together (Karin Broker).
--I remember Eleanor well from Freshman year. She lived on the third floor of Merion, I on the second (with Joan Dolan Rawlins). In addition to
the things that we Merion Freshman did together, I remember long talks with her about Life. Our Sophomore year, in early Spring, we both felt
a need to "get away" for a week-end, and with Dean Broughton's permission, we took a bus to my home in Detroit, where we spent cozy hours in
front of the fire and long talks with my mother. Eleanor was one of 4 of my Bryn Mawr friends to attend my wedding in Detroit in 1962; the
others were my "roomy" Joan Dolan Rawlins, Diana Campuzano Schramm, and Betsy Balderston (who, sadly, also died of breast cancer).
From then on we intersected at various points in our lives. She was at Stanford when I was living in San Francisco, pregnant, and attending
graduate school at Berkeley (before BART). She and Priscilla Perkins Grew (also at Berkeley) were the only classmates around when I had a
new baby, Jennifer (now a grandmother herself). Priscilla contributed her own baby crib for Jennifer. Eleanor spent many week-ends with us
before the baby arrived, one notable one in Monterey when I insisted that my husband go to the motel coffee shop after hours to get his
pregnant wife a piece of lemon meringue pie; he was successful.
After Eleanor and Erland were married we visited them in Sweden (1970) with our 2 children, Jennifer (6) and Peter (4). We were on our first
home leave during our 4 years in the Philippines - a literal around-the-world trip. Years later Eleanor admitted to being horrified at the cost of
peanut butter in Sweden, which was the only thing Peter wanted to eat.
After that our visits took place at Stanford again, where my husband and I were graduate students after our return from the Philippines. Eleanor
made several trips for research, and Erland sometimes joined her. An obligatory trip for Erland was to the Pebble Beach Golf Course.They also
visited us in Houston, where my husband and I were both teaching at the University of Houston, and we took a fun trip to San Antonio in a
rented Cadillac!
Our last visit together in 1991 was probably the most memorable. My husband and I were on a trip to Scandinavia and Russia. In Sweden, we 4
adults and Eleanor's and Erland's youngest son, Marcus (7, I think) made a road trip to visit the glass factories, and we found (and bought) the
same pattern of crystal we had bought on our first visit in 1970. I remember it was rainy and cold in June, and Eleanor and Erland fitted us up
with boots to go with the other raingear we had brought, so we could hike. We stayed in some really interesting places, including a Medieval
(?) farm, where we slept in a real loft (not a NYC loft!) and had to go to another building for toilet facilities in the night. After that they ferried
their car to England, where we drove north to Scotland, staying in B&Bs. We saw a lot of interesting sights. Most of the drive, Eleanor and I sat
in the back with Marcus, who was sometimes stretched across our laps. We found quaint restaurants and pubs, ate a lot of picnic lunches in the
rain - once trepassing, I suppose, in a farm shed to keep dry. In the Scottish Highlands we came across a wonderful hunting lodge off the
beaten track, where English royalty had once stayed. It proved a relaxing and enjoyable interlude while Erland attended a conference. We
returned to Sweden with them and from there we went on to Finland and St. Petersburg. From all our visits together, I remember real shared
friendship, lots of fun and laughter, and sometimes serious musings. Eleanor will always have a special place in my heart and I will miss her
very much. (Mary-Margaret Roche Goggin)
Carole Lemon McMichael
—(Carole Lemon McMichael and Mary Irvine Debrovir traveled to the College together from Michigan for their freshman year; Mary Margaret,
another freshman from Michigan, remembers sharing that trip and Carole.)
I was also on that trip to Bryn Mawr with Carole and Mary Irvine in 1958. I got on in Detroit. We were the only 3 Freshman from Michigan that
year. I had not visited Bryn Mawr beforehand, so it was quite an adventure for me. I think it was about a 12 hour train ride, and we had to
change trains in Philly. I don’t remember who knew the intricacies of that, but when we arrived in Bryn Mawr, I believe we were meat at the
station and guided to the campus.
In those days, friendships tended to build around dorm life, since we ate in our own dorms, studied there when not in the library, etc., so I didn’
t become close with Carole and Mary.
Although I can’t really add anything about Carole, I do offer sincere condolences to her family. It is difficult for all of us to hear of the deaths of
people who shared our college experiences 4 decades ago. (Mary-Margaret Roche Goggin)
Marita Viglione Richards
From work on the Freshman and Junior shows, I remember how incredibly unassuming Marita was. She was so clever, talented, and funny! and I
don't remember one instance of an ego-trip as the rest of us serious amateurs mangled her work! She may well have ground her teeth a few
times (maybe more than a few) but she was incredibly patient with us. "Thanks for the memories..." (Abby Wootton Hamilton)
I have been looking at photographs and record albums remembering with warmth my years at Bryn Mawr and my friendship with Marita
Viglione during those four years. We lived across the hall from one another in Merion freshman year and roomed together sophomore year. She
always amazed me with her musical talents (she composed and played the music for our two class shows) --- her musical favorites ranged from
Nina Simone to Nadia Boulenger --- and with her enthusiasm for life. She never let her physical difficulties become an obstacle. I even
remember when several friends, Marita, and I rode a 4-seater bicycle on the boardwalk at the Jersey shore near the end of our sophomore year!
After graduation, we connected only occasionally (I regret that now). We had dinner together --- Marita, her husband Arthur, her foster son
William, my husband, and my son Josh --- the weekend of our 20th reunion. She had received a master’s degree in social work from Bryn Mawr
and was working in that field outside of Philadelphia. She was again studying piano --- she was an accomplished classical pianist. Many years
later we reconnected via e-mail and remained in touch until shortly before her death. In her last e-mail, she wrote that she was not feeling well,
that it was “not serious,” and that she was looking forward to the birth of her first grandchild. Marita was a truly amazing individual, and I am sad
that her grandchild will never have the joy of knowing her. (Arlene Belkin Bernstein)
Susanna (aka Zana) Sheffield
For some unknown reason, the death of Susanna in 1996 was overlooked until Sue Tracy noticed the omission in 2010. Memories of her from a
classmate, and an artist client of hers in Houston are included below:
I can give you a few thoughts about Zana during our college years. We were both German majors – we often laughed that we were the
“domestic” German majors, because we were the only ones in our department who didn’t go abroad for our Junior Year. This made for very
small classes! I went to Germany for part of one summer during college, and lived with the family I had lived with during my sophomore year in
high school, in a small village outside Aachen. Zana came and stayed with the same family for a short time, and we visited Aachen, roamed
the very pretty countryside and had lots of fun and laughter. That is something I remember well – a lot of laughter – in Pem West, playing
bridge, just hanging out…. I really feel sorry that I didn’t keep in touch with her after college. (Peggy Kersey Klineberg)
HERE IS THE INFO ABOUT AND THE REMEMBRANCE BY KARIN BROKER, AN ARTIST CONTACTED BY PEGGY KLINEBERG:
I have received e-mails from my friend Karin Broker, who knew Zana well in Houston. Karin is a well known artist, Professor of Visual Arts and
former Chair of the Department of Visual and Dramatic Arts at Rice. I found out that she knew Zana and asked her to write remembrances. I
also asked whether I could send what she wrote to you, and she graciously agreed. I hope that this will be helpful. I now remember that Zana
was very involved in the art world of Houston (I was not), and that she did not wish to see people when she was ill, but I did not know what her
illness was, and then lost contact completely, so was unaware of her circumstances.
I was in Susanna's gallery for a number of years. Unfortunately for me and all of her other gallery artists Susanna did indeed pass away. She
was one of my best gallery supporters and I really loved her. I had a number of shows with her starting in 1988. She had originally worked
with Hadler/Rodriguez Gallery until both of those wonderful men died of aids. Susanna put up my show at Hadler/Rodriguez after Warren
Hadler died and my exhibition was the last solo exhibition in their gallery.
When Susanna closed up the Hadler/Rod. space she opened up a gallery of her own and invited me to be in her stable. She actually lived IN
her gallery which was an interesting deal. During the day her space looked like a gallery.........and then after gallery hours she would roll out
her bed onto the floor and lived in the space.
She had energy, insight, guts and was a wonderful art dealer. She was inventive with her exhibitions and her writing about art was
exceptional. Actually.......writing was her forte. She was a strong and forceful art writer. The person who knew a good bit about Susanna is
Clint Wilour of the Galveston Art Center. And.........Susanna also was incredibly spiritual and her exhibitions often had that type of bent.
I can't remember what she died of but it was not pretty. I'm fairly certain it was cancer. She closed her gallery and didn't want anyone to
really see her during her final days and months.
She was probably my best art dealer.........ever. She understood what I was doing, she supported my wackiness and I loved our lunches
together (Karin Broker).
| (Left) Priscilla Perkins Grew, the bride, adjusted the flower wreath on Eleanor Snouck Hurgronje Wikborg. (Right) Bride Mary-Margaret Roche Goggin surrounded by two bridesmaids and her Bryn Mawr friends: Eleanor Snouck Hurgronje Wikborg, Joan Dolan Rawlins, Betsy Balderston and Diana Campuzano Schramm. |
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| (To the left) Two photographs of Mary Margaret Roche Goggin and Eleanor Snouck Hurgronje Wikborg in June 1974 on the Stanford campus and at Big Sur, California. |
