In Betty's garden: Betty, Lynda, myself. 1993/94, I'd say. As Lynda says, so many memories swirling around 103 Chesterton Rd, and so many so formative for many of us. I'd like to add that it seems like I'm retracing many of Betty's steps in my life. Did my PhD in the US at Cornell (which she recommended), am now teaching at Penn, her alma mater, and am now, finally(!), studying American history and the South, having been trained as a Europeanist at Cornell. It is now that I am closely studying her and Mike O'Brien's work. I wish I could discuss it with them but also finding so much delight in the idea of them watching over all of us. She would've giggled endlessly at the idea that I'm an American now, as would've Suzanne Maberry.