May 4, 2021
by Dave Hooker
I met Wendy late our freshman year at UCLA. She was a good bridge player even then.
One of the more unusual (and to me, unexpected) aspects of Wendy was her as a mother. Once when I was back in the States, I visited Wendy and Kent a year or so after Beth was born. When we were outside on the lawn, Beth was fascinated by a small frog trying to hop through the grass and by crawling was getting close to grabbing for it, when Wendy scooped her up, tickling and cooing to her as a distraction. Up until then I hadn't thought of her in that regard.
She was a good friend for a long time and I will miss her very much.
One of the more unusual (and to me, unexpected) aspects of Wendy was her as a mother. Once when I was back in the States, I visited Wendy and Kent a year or so after Beth was born. When we were outside on the lawn, Beth was fascinated by a small frog trying to hop through the grass and by crawling was getting close to grabbing for it, when Wendy scooped her up, tickling and cooing to her as a distraction. Up until then I hadn't thought of her in that regard.
She was a good friend for a long time and I will miss her very much.