Mary and I were standing next to one another at a cocktail party. We each had a drink in one hand, but kept shifting it to the other hand in time with the shifting of our feet.

I said, "I don't know what to do with my empty hand now that I quit smoking."

Mary laughed. "I quit smoking too, and the toughest test of will-power is at a cocktail party, because you are lost without a cigarette in one hand to balance the drink in the other."

We both survived and kept to our intent.

From Elsie Walker

By now it's obvious the Senns are not the world's greatest photographers. But we sure had some great vacations. One of the greatest was our trip to Europe in 1969. With two teenagers in tow, my parents had to bounce between the historic past and the present, the swinging sixties. We went from Hampton Court to "Hair", from castles to Carnaby Street, from the British Museum to the Mary Quant boutique, from the Louvre to Le Drugstore, from hippies in Amsterdam to Adrian's, it's finest restaurant.

The four of us accommodated each other's interests. Paul and I admired the Elgin Marbles in the British Museum with Dad, we appreciated the soaring vaults and jewel-like windows of Sainte Chapelle with Mom, and we re-lived Paris of the forties with them both. Mom and I waited while Dad took Paul skiing on a rubber-covered hill in Scotland, then waited again on the train when Paul somehow got into a train car about to be disconnected and Dad had to search for him. Everyone waited for me while I ran into every record store, and rode my first-ever dressage horse in St. Moritz.

We must have had "discussions" about going to Anne Hathaway's cottage or Abbey Road, but if there were any disagreements, I don't remember them. I remember four people sharing themselves and in the process, appreciating Europe and each other even more.

From Martha Senn Rubenstein