Faye Sinclair ’72

  • 1970s
Black and white image of two young women standing, looking at camera. One has her arm on the shoulders of the other. Both wear hats.

When I was a first-year, my sister Cathey was a senior. She usually gave good advice (e.g., take Hellenic Heritage). That winter was snowy; snow fell, crusted over, more fell. One day hurrying to class I ran into Cathey and complained about walking the long way on plowed sidewalks. She suggested cutting across a field––the snow should hold me. (Note: we were from Alabama, I’m 4’11” and the snow was 30” deep.) The snow held at first, but halfway across I sank down, first about a foot, then all the way to the ground, snow to my waist. I forced my way out of the field slowly, breaking through 50-60 feet of snowy crust. Cathey watched, grinning. Later she said she thought I might be able to walk across but really just wanted to see what would happen! It was the first time she saw someone “swim through snow.”

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