A geology student

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In Laramie in i934, David had met a geology student from Bryn Mawr College who had come west to spend a couple of semesters at the University of Wyoming under an arrangement that he would ever after refer to as her junior year abroad. Her father, in granting her permission to go to Wyoming, had commented that everyone has a right-at least once in a lifetime-to run away to sea. Her name was Jane Matteson, and she had grown up in the quiet streets and private educational enclaves of Providence, Rhode Island. She had twice the sophistication of this ranch hand, notwithstanding the fact that she wrote “crick” in her early field notes, believing that western geologists had taught her a new term. Moreover, she considered him “too good-looking.” (Had he ever been inclined to, he could have answered the complaint in kind.) He appealed to her, though-in part because he kept his distance. She liked her cowboys unaggressive, and this one (at the time) was so shy-so reserved and respectful-that he stayed on his own side of his little Ford coupe. Her philosophy of conjugal evolution was contained in the phrase “A kiss is a promise,” and for the time being there were no promises. He took her to the top of tlie Laramie Range, and up zakelijke energie vergelijken there on the pink granite under the luminous constellations gave her some gallant, if cryptic, advice. He said, “Whatever you do, don’t come up here to look at the stars with a geologist.”
When a letter arrived containing his acceptance at Yale, they went over the mountains to celebrate in Cheyenne. On the return trip, on old U.S. 30, they were met at the gangplank by a spring storm, and they worried that they would be snowed in for the night, with resulting damage to their reputations. Forging on through the blizzard, they made it to Laramie. After Jane finished Bryn Mawr, she did graduate work at Smith, returning to Wyoming for the summer field work in the Black Hills and the zakelijke energie Bighorn Mountains which led to her master’s thesis on Pennsylvanian-Permian rock More apart than together while he completed his work at Yale, they exchanged long and frequent letters, which was her idea of a way for two people to get to know each other well and review their approaches to life. (When she was telling me this, not long ago, she added, with a bit of gemflash in her dark eyes, “I suppose that’s why young people live together now-instead of writing letters.”)

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