seestories

This is the story of our potatoes; how they met, fell in love, created and raised us, the Fabulous Frisbie Seestors. Plus all the silliness that ensued.
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NOTE TO THE READER: This is, by no means, a historically or factually accurate account of our parents' lives. It is, however, how we understand things to have come to pass ...to the best of our combined knowledge and selective memories.

Text a little history…

The year was 1973.

Russell Frisbie was a well traveled audio-visual geek with longish hair and a scruffy beard. But let the record state that he wasn’t a hippy. He was in his senior year of college, but let’s back up a bit. Russ had previously attended elementary school in England—where he only wore shorts; short shorts—, Frankfurt, and Warsaw, middle school in Vienna, and high school in Bethesda, Maryland. He has a younger sister named Michelle (ME-shell) who married his best friend from high school, Tom. At their wedding, Russ bore a striking resemblance to Rod Stewart (see above). After dabbling in the Russian department at Middlebury, he decided to major in history, with plans on eventually working for the State Department, like his father. At Middlebury, he enjoyed hosting his radio show (after Jean Meserve, who played The Steve Miller Band’s “The Joker” on her show), baking cakes with his buddies, long bike rides followed by trips to the A&W, and just generally hating on preppies.

Jean Zarker was a skinny sophomore who could read 10 books in 2 hours. Also a bit of a nomad, she started her education (kindergarten) off in Rome, but considered herself a southerner from her formative years spent in Nashville, where she passed the time skipping school to protest the war and skinny dipping with her friends Amy and LeAnn and some long-haired dude who once pulled down his pants to prove his manhood to some hippy-hatin’ southerners. After her parents made her move to New Hampshire against her will, Jeannie finished up high school as quickly as possible and got started with college, where she was studying German. She once kissed a professor on the cheek when he was really just inquiring about her wisdom teeth, but was otherwise pretty well-behaved. Except for that time she threw her typewriter out her dorm window at the end of the semester. Thankfully, no one was hurt. At Middlebury, Jeannie enjoyed modern dance, listening to Van Morrison and Joe Cocker records, and smoking cigars to piss her roommate off. Her roommate wore a park ranger uniform. All the time.

-claire