A newcomer to one of our after-theatre parties said to me at evening's end, with eyes lifted towards her forehead in disbelief, "What kind of rebel is this Peter? Is he an anarchist, a seditionist, or what?"

I laughed in reply, "Not to worry, rest easy. Peter has a big heart and he feels it our duty to pick our brains and defend our beliefs in face of facts. His brain is constantly on overdrive and there is the teacher in him as well. So take it easy, relax, and enjoy!"

There is never a dull moment when in their company. Besides our "girl group" with Mary, she and I have been a couple at theater ever since Peter gave up on plays. Of course, he joins in for the party afterwards! I feel fortunate to consider Peter and Mary close friends. Congratulations on this very special occasion.

From Elsie Walker

(More quotable quotes)

1983 - Mary ready to go to work: "Where are my spurs, parka, and earmuffs?"

1987 - Peter on nutrition: "My doctor says I may not eat fruits, vegetables, or similar so-called healthful substances."

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In the late seventies, I moved to California. This was both good and bad. The bad part was being so far away from my roots and my family. The good part was the weather, my pool, the ocean and the frequent visits of friends and family. I took this picture during one of my parents' visits. That night, we were getting ready to go out for dinner. If I had to sum up the main themes of Senn family life, going out for dinner would certainly be one of them.

I can't even pick the best meal we had together. There were so many good meals and special moments. I think it was in New Orleans where the waiter peeled fruit in front of us for desert and the skin came off in one graceful spiral. In California, the settings as well as the food were spectacular: Mom and I eating an elegant vegetarian meal overlooking the San Francisco Bay, the three of us having dinner in an old Victorian bordello with red velvet walls in San Francisco, or on top of a building looking out at the city lights glittering below.

No matter where we traveled, we always went out for dinner. Choosing where to have dinner was a complex process that involved restaurant research, energetic debates and frantic phone calls. The meals that resulted have distorted my memory. My main memory of the Expo '67 in Montreal is not of the futuristic displays or the rides, it is of eating an exotic meal in one of the Scandinavian tents where they served reindeer and other strange foods. As clear as my memory is of a boat ride on the canals in Amsterdam, our Indonesian rijsttafel feast stands out more. Even the scenic streets of Paris can't compete with my memories of tournedos with Bearnaise Sauce.

We are not celebrating my parents' 50th wedding anniversary with a cruise, although they certainly like going out on boats, nor with a party, although they certainly have many wonderful friends and relatives. Not us, no. For their anniversary, we are going out to dinner.

From Martha Senn Rubenstein