I expect Margaret Ruttenberg ’76’s memories of the Spitzers and the Observatory elicited many others from those of us lucky to know them. Although not a “Tiger Tot Tender,” I taught at Miss Mason’s School and was asked to stay with the two youngest Spitzers when their parents were away in 1961 and 1962. I’ll spare them the nicknames we used, but I recall joyous meals, new songs (Mrs. Murphy’s Chowder) and expeditions in the Spitzers’ Oldsmobile (a rare dividend when we weren’t allowed cars).
All that prepped me for 50 years married to a strong (Bryn Mawr ’69) woman, three feisty daughters, and a career in pediatrics. My wife and I caught up later with Doreen Canaday Spitzer at Princeton, Bryn Mawr, and Athens. Like Dr. Ruttenberg, I graduated with many rich memories beyond the dorms, classes, teams, and clubs. The Observatory was the most exciting place on Prospect Street!