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Mr. and Mrs. Snyder are longtime friends of my parents. Mrs. Snyder played violin in the Reading Symphony Orchestra with my dad and they’ve been gracious enough to get my parents out of town by inviting them to their vacation home in Northfield, MA.
Growing up, my family wasn’t able to have a dog, as we had an alarm system with motion detectors (it’s still there, if you are a potential thief and reading this post). When the Snyders went out of town, however, we’d dogsit their Pekinese, Winthrop (possibly the nicest Pekinese ever).
Mrs. Snyder conducted of the youth orchestra in which I was a second violinist (it didn’t have a third-violin section). And Mr. Snyder was Gerrit’s social-studies teacher one year. They’ve retired, however, and moved to North Carolina to be close to their children and grandchildren.
My first memory of the Snyders is when they were walking out of a Reading Symphony Orchestra concert with us. I was about 8 years old and thought I looked sharp in my blue blazer. Mr. Snyder, however, informed me that one should never fasten the bottom button on a jacket. I took his advice, undid it, and have looked dapper ever since.
If you are talking to the Snyders and the conversation hits a lull, ask them about the beach they took my parents to.
