I was going to say 'measles.' But I shut up. She had the presence that let one know it was HER JOB to diagnose. Anyhow, my throat was so sore I could barely swallow, much less talk, and I had huge white patches on my tonsils, my tongue felt like slime.

Her cursory peek took maybe five seconds, but even before she let me in, her demeanor changed.

My sophomore year I had been KAYO'd in boxing (thanks to Bill Akin). That was my first trip. I picked up eight stitches in two other trips as well. Little did I realize how much I was going to learn during the next three weeks,, and appreciate about OUR Aunt Sarah.

Three minutes later, she revealed that I was not just a nobody, she REMEMBERED me the TWO FLU SHOTS that November night in Barnes. She left and returned in her whites, then got me into a bed that I helped make. She told me she thought I had "mono" and that I might end up having to go home, then she told me how she had worried about how I might react to the two flu shots she stuck in me that night in Barnes Hall. This was the first time she had seen me since then, and though she did not remember my name, she remembered my face and made the connection, and voiced her concern.

I was in her charge for three weeks while I waited for my "count" to go down. I had my assignments brought to me from Optics, Vector Analysis, MILITARY, Advanced Calculus, and Mechanics.

The day finally came for me to go. I was getting dressed, finally allowed to shave, and while I was, I saw a list of names by her mirror in the little bathroom off to the right of the entrance door. On it was Charles Yates. I told her I knew a Charles Yates, from Pelham, Georgia.

She told me what the list was, "Those are my boys." she said. "Mrs. Sanders knows if any of these ever knock at the door, no matter what time, day or night, for her to wake me. Charles Yates ... " She laughed. "I told him once he was so damn ugly he had to be adopted. 'I am adopted.' he said, and I can't start to describe how little I felt." She continued. "About this high." She gestured waving her hand about knee high. How do you know Charles?" she asked.

"He married my first cousin Mary Jane ..."

Before I could finish she butted in, "So you must be Effie Kate's nephew."


"'s a mall world." she said, then after a pause, she went on,
"You know if it were left up to me, I would never let anybody go back to class who missed more than ten days, but Mr. Leffingwell said to give you a chance ... I'll be praying for you."

Some years later I went back by the infirmary ... Aunt Sarah was in Gainesville. Mrs. Sanders showed me the list ... I'd made it.

Me, who was commissioned after being busted to slick-sleeve my senior year, number 74 of 76 in conduct ... Aunt Sarah's list was MY legacy at NGC.

Aunt Sarah was originally from Bostick, Ga, attended Brenau and lived into the 1990's, dying in a nursing home in Athens.

Heaven is a healthier place now.

Our professors, faculty and staff.
Mrs. Fuller, taught speech and drama. Friend of Dixie and Bill Turman among others, Laura Bishop and company (photo from a trip to Chicago) with this group of her former students.
More than family loved Claude V. Leffingwell USAF (Ret) -- He was far more than an advisor he was a friend and a fellow astronomer. (Thanks to Lynne Leffingwell for the pic.)
W. G. Oliver will host our wine tasting. He's aged a bit, but still has enough energy to put up with us at least one more time. Or is it a lack of good judgement?
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Far from being the water moccasin she was often accused of being, Sarah Wright was an angel. But only so long as she felt you were not trying to gold brick. In the space of less than 15 seconds, she gave me two flu shots when our First Sergeant stepped in front of me to make an announcement that someone was trying to steal our Christmas Tree (I was in Band Company, and we were in Barnes Hall lobby getting our flu shots.) She had her routine down pat, poke, squeeze, withdraw, turn to her left, change needles, refill syringe, turn, poke ...Two years later, before fall quarter 1966, I am at her door on Sunday morning,, THE DAY FRESHMEN ARE ABOUT TO REPORT. I was there with the cadre in preparation for that day and woke up covered with what I thought was measles, head to toe. I knew I had to cross the street and knock on the jalousied glass front door of her domicile. Knock (how pitiful) KNOCK! Barely a second later, from within ... LORD GOD IN HEAVEN! SCHOOL HASN'T EVEN STARTED AND YOU @**%$$#*&s ARE ALREADY KNOCKING ON MY DAMN DOOR!A vague shape appeared and the door swung open. She had on a house coat and had a tongue depressor in her hand. That was the only time I ever saw her out of uniform. "Aunt Sarah," I said, as I pulled my T-shirt down to show her the red rash, "I don't know what I've got, but I think it's ....""Shut up! 'n stick out your tongue."
Mrs. Edwards, in a sense, was like a mother to many of us, keeping our buttons on, our zippers fixed and listening to our bitching. She knew every regulation there was on the proper location of stripes, patches, and tabs. Her tailoring skills gave us an 'unfair' advantage at summer camp and after, when we left Dahlonega and went on active duty: We made a good first impression because our uniforms were custom fitted. I know most of us had friends who went elsewhere who wondered why we stood out. This advantage was a pet peeve of CPT later MAJ Blanton (a West Pointer) who was notorious for measuring cuffs on pants. Mrs. Edwards knew the regulation and when she altered, she allowed for shrinkage. She was one of the principle reasons we were noticed.

We will all miss her, and her smile and banter will be fondly remembered.
She once told me my
senior year (after I'd decided it wasn't cold enough for campus jackets one
morning early in Fall quarter ... I guess you were a freshman) "Brown, if
you don't put them in campus jackets next time it's this cold in the
morning, I'll kick your ass!"

Victor Brown BDE CO 1963-1964
LUCK of the DRAW