Blairstown (Campus Notebook, Feb. 6) has special meaning to our family. In 1985, the graduate students’ main social event was a weekend at Blairs­town. However, the timing was bad (when most grad students were engaged either with teaching or studying for generals), so only six people could make it. Two of those were my future husband and I. Though we were acquainted from classes, Blairstown was how we got to know each other. A year later we married, and two years later our son Andrew ’09 was born. Our two daughters also were Princeton students.

Toni Bluher *88