60 to 60

1980: I turn 23

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 23, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time | 5 comments

1980: The new year and new decade arrive as T and I celebrate in the French Alps with my family. In Tours, we’re close enough to Paris to go for the day, and we do, often. In the middle of winter, we visit Vienna over a long weekend. For spring break, we go...

1979: I turn 22

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 22, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time | 8 comments

1979: At the beginning of the year I get serious about what next. My father tells me I should be a lawyer because I love to argue so much. Which sounds cool, but I’d rather teach French. Except I doubt there’ll be many trips to France on a teacher’s...

1978: I turn 21

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 21, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time | 6 comments

1978: I have 5 Advanced Placement credits from high school. I get credit for my studies in Quebec City and in France. Maybe I take one extra class to graduate from Davidson a year early–in May of 1978. During the summer T and I live in Atlanta at my...

1977: I turn 20

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 20, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage | 8 comments

1977: I plan a three-month trip to France for the summer. I’ll spend two weeks in Alès with a French family, four weeks in Paris at the Sorbonne, and I’ll travel. I ask Davidson for funds and for credit. I get both. As night falls on the last day of exams...

1976: I turn 19

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 19, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time | 7 comments

So the same thing is happening that happened when I was writing the one true thing posts. I find myself trying not to think about the next post. As if to think about it before I begin to write might scare a memory away. 1976: The very cute captain of the football team...

1975: I turn 18

by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 18, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time | 7 comments

For the school years, it’s difficult to isolate a calendar year. My mind goes naturally to third grade or seventh grade, not 1974–which would be the last part of my junior year and the first part of my senior year–which for some reason didn’t...