What follows are visitors' comments about the "Juliet in Paris" Web site, plus — more importantly — memories of Juliet shared by her friends, students, family, and so on. (Note: Due to upgrades at Yahoo/Geocities, this guestbook is now an archive. Newer entries —post-March, 2001— can be found on the new guestbook page.)




Lisa Wilson - 12/12/99 07:43:08
My Email:lmarie29@aol.com

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WOW. This website surely astonished me. Thanks for setting up the homepage. It gave me a chance to get to know Miss Singer (that is what I called her back then.. and still do) as someone other than a teacher/mentor. I've always thought she was perfect... :). She definitely did a good job covering up her mishaps. Heck, I still think she was perfect anyway. |,,|/. Big hello to everyone and Happy Holidays. -Lisa


Andy - 08/20/99 05:37:35
My Email:aamster@tiac.net

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Happy birthday, Jules.


Manfred Pollard - 06/15/99 16:58:29
My Email:ManfredPollard@NOSPAMwebtv.net

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what a moving tribute -though i never knew her i feel like i do and share the fractional edge of the enormity of your feelings which must somehow encompass the reach of so many others -love is so potent and all-prevading/prevailing -such emotional surges stands my faith upright and compells it to walk in righteousness in search of true beauty -what a beautiful being was your and everyone else's lovely Juliet -you have done an incredible thing -though i never knew her i most certainly do love her and all she lived for -with much gratitude and best wishes for a wonderful life that can only lead to that blessed reunion one day with your beloved in the family of God -the place where we will no longer see through our tears as though through a glass darkly but see like suns in a universe of bli s -Manfred p.s. -it was Maxine Cassin who told me about this website


Eleanor - 05/31/99 20:43:42
My Email:eleanor@cboss.com

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I never knew Juliet, but her spirit shines out of these pages. And even not knowing her, I have been touched. I have fought my own battle with cancer and thankfully kept the beast at bay so far. I have loved music and laughter and really appreciate each birthday I get to celebrate now. I want to have my ashes scattered in some lovely nature setting as well, and so I leave 3 entries here for other visitors to the site. But first, thanks for letting us know Juliet a bit through these pictures and memories. The first is a song by Carly Simon I would like played when I must go. The second is what I believe about what happens to us *after*..(author unknown), and the third is an elephant joke..the only one I know. (hopefully not a repeat) regards and best wishes to all who knew Juliet and all her family and friends. Eleanor

“Life is Eternal”
words by Carly Simon

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking
About growing older and moving on
No one wants to be told that they’re getting on
And maybe going away
For a long, long stay
But just how long and who knows
And how and where will my spirit go
Will it soar like jazz on a saxophone
Or evaporate on a breeze
Won’t you tell me please
That life is eternal
And love is immortal
And death is only a horizon
Life is eternal
As we move into the light
And a horizon is nothing
Save the limit of our sight
Save the limit of our sight

Here on earth I’m a lost soul
Ever trying to find my way back home
Maybe that’s why each new star is born
Expanding heaven’s room
Eternity in bloom
And will I see you up in that heaven
In all it’s light will I know you there
Will we say the things that we never dared
If wishing makes it so
Won’t you let me know
That life is eternal
And love is immortal
And death is only a horizon
Life is eternal
As we move into the light
And a horizon is nothing
Save the limit of our sight
Save the limit of our sight

Author Unknown

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds’ glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumns rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die

Question: How do you get down from an elephant?
Answer: You don't get down from an elephant, you get down from a duck.


Michelle "Mishy" Marcus - 05/13/99 22:45:10
My Email:mishdude@aol.com

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I have visited here before, but my most recent visit found there to be a new format and it is wonderful. I have a new computer now, so I can take full advantage of the photos, enriched texts and background, and especially the audio and visual sections. I met Juliet in Camp Kinderland in 1975. She and I both sang and played the guitar, so we had much in common. She taught me Joni Mitchell's "The Cirle Game." It became the song of that summer. I think of her when I hear it. I hear it in my head when think of her. Reading those letters she wrote from camp reminded me of how intense those summers were. It was like cramming a whole "normal year" into 8 quick weeks. You could go through 5 boyfriends in a summer (it looks like Juliet went through 4 in the first 4 weeks!) and it wouldn't be a big deal. Oh, and everything was very, very dramatic. Everyone was in everyone else's business and everyone had advice for the lovelorn (that's you I'm talking about, Fay!). The camp is having its 75th anniversa y celebration this Saturday (5/15/99). I am going to print out the letters from kinderland and bring them to show everyone. I will print the URL for this website on the top, so everyone can share in the memories of Juliet. Good job, Andy. You have built a moving scrapbook for Abby to look back at, so she can learn about her mother. And we have learned from it, as well.


Maxine Cassin - 05/05/99 18:55:34
My Email:maxine_cassin@hotmail.com

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Dear Andy, I will be re-vising this extraordinarily moving tribute. To create such a memorial takes unusual devotion and a special gift that few of us have. I am privileged to meet Juliet in her Parisian haunts and at home. I wish I had met her in New Orleans. This must be great for Abby. For all of us, in a world where there is so much destruction to have the memory of someone so lovingly preserved. Thank you. Maxine Send your own personal news when you can. Love to the three of you.


Cinnie - 05/04/99 22:47:38
My Email:RomanySoup@aol.com

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There are a lot of good reasons to think of God as a verb. And then there was Juliet -- not just a Singer, but every bit as much a Song.


Debbie - 05/02/99 22:05:06
My Email:ddubitsky@netscape.net

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I'm one of those people who met Juliet in Camp Kinderland. Except for Peter, I remember all of the people Juliet mentioned in her letters from Camp. I'm still in touch with most of them. As a matter of fact, "that guy Reuben" is my cousin. One of my favor te memories of Juliet is a weekend that she, Mishy (who has remained my best friend all this time) and I spent together, hanging out in the city. All weekend long, we would sidle up to each other and sing the Beatles "Do You Wanna Know a Secret?" in each thers ears. Juliet was always singing. She is responsible for bringing the song "Circle Game" by Joni Mitchell to Camp and it is now a standard in the Kinderland line-up. I'd bet that none of the kids know that. In later years, we drifted apart. I kept up with what was happening in Juliet's life through my cousin Reuben. They stayed in touch all through the years. I shared in the ups and downs, though we never spoke. I really wish we had, but we always think we h ve all the time in the world. I guess I didn't. I guess I don't.


emily - 04/28/99 07:13:04
My Email:emorganti@lcsu.com

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well, it's amazing what you can do with a good computer and a little time on your hands. andy, this looks great. juliet would be so touched. it is really interesting -- and refreshing -- to read the stuff juliet wrote about herself. some things that i had forgotten, and some that i'd never known to begin with. after three years of trying to figure out how i can write about her, it's like taking a deep breath. it's way early in the morning and i think i already emptied most of my comments in email... can't focus... must read more elephant jokes...


Sue Greer-Pitt - 04/12/99 18:59:03
My URL: http://www.uky.edu/~sgree0/me.htm
My Email: sgree0@pop.uky.edu

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The very first time I met Juliet was on a vacation trip to Boston. She and Andy met me at Faneuil Hall on a warm, sunny day. One of the first things that I noticed was that Juliet had a blue wool sweater tied around her shoulder purse -- just in case she got cool, she said. The sweater was one that I had knitted for Andy years before, and which to my knowledge he had worn only once -- the day I gave it to him and insisted on taking a picture of him in it. It wasn't a very expert knitting job-- too big and misproportioned-- but I'd spent a lot of time on it. So I was so surprised and happy that Juliet seemed to love it and wear it alot. There aren't many women who would want to be friendly to their fiance's old girlfriend, much less wear a sweater she knit for him. You can even see a tiny corner of that blue sweater in one of the photos of Juliet on this site. (Note from Andy: Juliet loved that sweater. I loved the color, but it always fit Juliet better than it did me... so she took it early on and wore it all the time. There are actually several photos of her wearing it or carrying it. If you look at the Memories section postcard here on the new site, she's carrying the sweater in that photo, too.) Every time I look at that picture, I get the same warm feeling I did when I first saw her with it.


Cindy Kaufman - 01/15/99 05:09:00
My Email:CinKaufman@worldnet/att.net

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HI! Believe it or not this is my first time on the internet and this was my first stop. (I hope my E-mail address is correct.) Juliet gave me some wonderful books including The Butter Battle Book by Dr. Seuss and several Richard Scarry books. Of course I was 15 or 20 years old when she gave them to me. I enjoying sharing them with my kids and of course I think of her each time.


emily - 11/23/98 16:01:29
My Email:fov@geocities.com

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right now, in the midst of college exam hell, i miss juliet signing me out of study halls in high school so we could go to bertuccis... and damn, were my friends jealous...



Marj - 02/27/98 23:41:13
My Email:marjmont@aol

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Happy Juliet memory? That day when you guys were taking pictures for the adoption album at your home. Great bagels and then there was the Einstein coffee cup that Nancy got... by mistake from Robert's point of view. I thought Juliet was going to wrap some lox around his throat. And then there was the singing game. The women just didn't play it right, but we did have a wonderful time la-la-la-ing and persisting in singing each song when the question was something goofy like who was the producer or what label the song was on. Once again, Robert was annoyed; Juliet, Nancy, and Marj just didn't play by the rules.


Andy Amster - 02/06/98 07:03:54
My URL:http://www.smudgeworks.com/
My Email:aamster@tiac.net

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Snow angels. It's February and I've been in this house now for a little over 6 years, the last two without Juliet. I was thinking about snow angels and how funny it is to see Abby, all of three feet tall, plopping down into the snow, flopping her arms around, and then trying hard to get up again without falling. And it reminded me of Juliet. Our first winter here was after the discovery of the cancer and the hysterectomy. One night in January, it had been snowing and snowing. And it was one of these snows where, once the sidewalks are covered, you can't really tell how deep the snow is. Three inches and twelve inches look about the same when everything outside is white. Juliet was excited about the snow, about the liklihood that there would be a snow day the next day and no school (An aside: teachers are just as bad as the kids about wanting snowdays. We used to be in bed at night, in the dark, singing "Let it snow" in hopes of bringing on enough snow for Newton to finally close the doors... Juliet would start it and then end with a little extra flourish...) So, we decided to go outside and play. It was late at night and nothing was moving anywhere. We got on our coats and boots and went down to the garage. And when we opened the garage door, we started laughing because the snow was deeper than we thought. MUCH deeper. And Jules was short. So there we were, out trudging through the snow, holding hands. And then she wanted to make a snow angel. And down she plopped, moving her arms up and down to make the wings. Except... now she couldn't get up because her stomach muscles were still very weak from having been sliced during the operation. Much laughter as I'm trying hard to get her up without falling over myself... A nice memory for me. And I have lots.




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