Francis W Parker School - Record Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Dedication Ae, . ,,x, PW 'C' fa Each year we honor some one whose care and dedication has earned back the love and respect that makes the Parker family special. We pride ourselves on our vital community in which the ideas of great thinkers both past and present go into the education of the whole child. But the heart and soul of our community is caring individuals who make Parker a place people will enjoy coming to every day. From the school's beginning, special individuals have devoted years of their lives to this institution, very often helping to create a school good enough for their own children. It is just such an individual whom we wish to honor in this, her final year at Francis Parker. Her twenty-four years of service began back in 1958, when she started working in the senior kindergarten, just as her oldest child began junior kindergarten. She spent eleven years with kindergarteners and gradually took on responsibilities in the Business Office as well. After leaving the lower schoolers she devoted full-time to work in the Administration, first as head of the mimeo office, then as secretary to the head of the lower school, and finally as secretary to the Principal. ln her years here, all four of her children have attended Parker, including one who returned and currently teaches fifth grade. All five of her grandchildren have also come here, two of whom graduated last year after fourteen years. Hers has been a remarkable commitment of time, trust, and love to this school. It is with great pleasure that the editors of this eightieth anniversary Recorddedicate the 1982 edition to Eleanor Williams. l W in

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S In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortalg but in dealing with the truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident. The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity, and still the trembling robe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did, since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that now reviews the vision. No dust has settled on that robeg no time has elapsed since that divinity was revealed. That time which we really improve, or which is improvable, is neither past, present, nor future. -Henry David Thoreau