Janet Koch (Feb 2023)
Sin! Sex! Booze! Wine!
We’re the Class of ’69!
Actually I never experienced ANY of that until well into my four years at UConn.
(With lots of anti-war activism.)
My degree in the end was English Education, but I had taken a few journalism courses and ended up as a “correspondent” covering UConn for the Willimantic Chronicle, then reporting about the town Ashford for the Hartford Courant.
I did some substitute teaching - briefly - before landing a full-time job covering Groton for the Norwich Bulletin and its tabloid Groton News.
From there to … the morning New Haven Journal-Courier, which got folded into the evening New Haven Register, which became the morning paper.
After a decade or so I was fed up with reporting and fled to the copy desk - from whence I was able to jump BACK to The Hartford Courant.
Another 15 years - and the rise of the Computer Age was doing in print newspapers.
So where am I now?
The grandmother of Clara Louise (3 going on 4) and Margot Theodora (she turned ONE on Valentine’s Day.) Their mother, my daughter Julia, fell in love with a French quantum physicist during one of her educational tours of duty in Paris and now … she’s teaching English (and more) to French kids in a suburb of the City of Light. And I’m living in Norwich, The Rose of New England.
See? Stuff comes around.
(I can’t help but add that I wrote a cheer for Julia’s South Windsor High School class - “Sin! Sex! Spleen! Wine! We’re the Class of 2009!)
We’re the Class of ’69!
Actually I never experienced ANY of that until well into my four years at UConn.
(With lots of anti-war activism.)
My degree in the end was English Education, but I had taken a few journalism courses and ended up as a “correspondent” covering UConn for the Willimantic Chronicle, then reporting about the town Ashford for the Hartford Courant.
I did some substitute teaching - briefly - before landing a full-time job covering Groton for the Norwich Bulletin and its tabloid Groton News.
From there to … the morning New Haven Journal-Courier, which got folded into the evening New Haven Register, which became the morning paper.
After a decade or so I was fed up with reporting and fled to the copy desk - from whence I was able to jump BACK to The Hartford Courant.
Another 15 years - and the rise of the Computer Age was doing in print newspapers.
So where am I now?
The grandmother of Clara Louise (3 going on 4) and Margot Theodora (she turned ONE on Valentine’s Day.) Their mother, my daughter Julia, fell in love with a French quantum physicist during one of her educational tours of duty in Paris and now … she’s teaching English (and more) to French kids in a suburb of the City of Light. And I’m living in Norwich, The Rose of New England.
See? Stuff comes around.
(I can’t help but add that I wrote a cheer for Julia’s South Windsor High School class - “Sin! Sex! Spleen! Wine! We’re the Class of 2009!)
