Priscilla Jackson
Chris and I were ninth-grade roommates at Saint-Mary's-in-the-Mountains. What began as a rocky start (I was spectacularly obnoxious) became a friendship that I believe surprised us both. Not overly talented with needle and thread, Chris nonetheless managed to create a 12-inch "Buddy Holly" pillow for me from two pieces of green felt and some scraps of black material for Christmas our sophomore year. The little fellow still graces my bed and makes me think of Chris every day. She leaves a legacy of quiet brilliance whose light shines on forever. Peace.
Priscilla Schoepf Jackson
Magnolia Heights, Franklin, MA


