| Graduation Year | Class of 1977 |
| Date of Passing | (unknown) |
| About | My Teacher's Book I pray for Summer's dream to come and wrap you in cerulean blue, to swim inside the softest song is what I send to you. The greenest fields in gentle stroll with characters you want to hold, underneath a shaded tree, I send you back a gift from me. Do you recognize the box as you open up the top? The velvet red frames letter's names and I know we feel the same; We long to hear the Harp...... Marilyn Dana Jacobson |
