Ruth: Aunt Cee still loves to travel.
Connie: That’s why she works for the airlines.
Ruth: And you were an artist.
Connie: I started making pottery one summer in high school, and fell in love with it. I sold my pots in the Berkshires for quite a few years.
Ruth: But you went to college.
Connie: Yes, I have an Art Management degree from Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts, that’s how I ended up in the Berkshires and that’s where I met your dad.
Ruth: You were living in some hippie commune . . .
Ruth: What, did Dad report that just to get on your good side?
Connie: No, of course not. He didn’t even write the report. It really was a poorly planned project. But it did give Ed and I a chance to meet.
Ruth: So how did that happen?
Connie: He came into the restaurant where I worked one evening and we started chatting. He was tall and handsome, kinda quiet and all alone. I, of course, told him I was a potter. We started talking about pots of the Utes and some of the pueblos in New Mexico.
I told him to come by my studio and check it out. That weekend he did. And the next weekend too. The survey crew he was working with had to keep moving as the job progressed, but Ed kept coming back to my studio each weekend.
By the time his project was finished, it was almost fall and we talked about trying to continue seeing each other. His company was actually based in Connecticut, so I would make the drive down to visit my parents and see him on my days off from the restaurant.
Ruth: So you got married and lived happily ever after?
Connie: Well yes, but no.