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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. [Read more here] 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. |
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They meet!
Our two characters never would have met had it not been for a little program called work study. And so it happened that one fateful night, Russ and Jeannie’s fingers found each other inside the greasy soapy water of the Middlebury dining hall kitchen sink.
“You see, it’s best to fill up this pot and use the soapy water to wash all the smaller items first,” said Russ, sharing his fine-tuned dishwashing theory with Jeannie, who rolled her eyes when he looked away. “Then rinse.”
But that night, they finished earlier than usual, and as they left the dining hall together, the cold Vermont winter nipping at their necks, Russ told Jeannie that he owned a TV (“Oh!” Jeannie gasped) and that, if she wanted, she could come watch the news with him and his buddies the following night. Jeannie thanked him for the offer and hurried back to her dorm to tell her friend Patty Forbes about this older guy she’d just met.-claire
