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- Hannah Lehman is the daughter of my eldest child, Christal McDougall of Boulder, Colorado. Christal is married to a fine man named John Lehman, hence Hannah's family name. Hannah and her granddad had a pretty long chat tonight, and I thought my blog's readers might enjoy it.
- Today
- Hannah Lehman
I am watching The Tonight Show . Mom is really good I think, but she stressed about the school year starting again. - Duncan C. McDougall
To that I can relate!
Please give her a hug for me.
This school year will be my last one. I am debating whether to retire in December, or June. - Hannah Lehman
Of course I will. Aww . Well, I am happy for you and then you will have time to come visit the Coloradans!! - Duncan C. McDougall
I may make a quick trip out this month. Foying with leaving on the 11th, and returning on the 22nd. Depends on my eye treatment schedule.
*Toying - Duncan C. McDougall
- Hannah Lehman
Oh, wow. Yes, I did miss that. I'm sorry to hear about it . While you are getting your eye injection on Wednesday, I will be getting my braces removed! - Duncan C. McDougall
I hear that you have switched your theatrical focus to acting.
That is muy cool. And I know that you will always be using your dance skills, as the balance, grace, and flexibility are important in acting, and in living life. - Hannah Lehman
I did quit dance if that's what you mean. But yes I am focusing on more theater and music because I have such a strong dance background. - Duncan C. McDougall
The cliche to that effect that I often use is, "Great minds run in the same ruts." - Duncan C. McDougall
Hear is a college tale on your maternal granddad, and a case-in-point on our shared view of your dance...
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So, in the spring of my junior year at Amherst, I rode my 1957 R50 BMW bike to the Blue Ridge Mountains, and as I was descending a windy road, I was trying to be at least 10 to 15 miles per hour above each turn's "Maximum Safe Speed" sign's indication. - Duncan C. McDougall
Until I found myself in a decreasing-radius right bend around a blind corner, with a steep hill to my right, and a muddy shoulder to my left.
As I crossed the oncoming lane, I realized I couldn't hold the turn, so i straightened up and went for the left shoulder.
the only traffic coming up the road was about 100 yards away, so I plunged into the mud, which somehow trapped the bike's front end, and sent it into a cartwheel.
I felt myself launching into the air.
There was nothing ahead within range but mud.
Remember what I did in those days?
For 2-1/2 hours, every afternoon?
It was at that time just after the end of the swimming season, and I had just won my second New England Intercollegiate Springboard Diving championship.
So, my body said, "It's going to be a 3/4 flip. Relax, and you'll splash on your back."
Which is exactly what happened.
Neither I nor the bike was hurt.
But the guy coming up the road was incredulous when he stopped and saw me picking up the bike.
"You jumped up just like a football player!" he said.
End of tale. - Duncan C. McDougall
True. I love you, Hannah, I really want to come out as soon as I can. Now, go hug your mother for me!
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-Duncan