Suzanne accomplished one final item when her residency program submitted an announcement of her passing in The New York Times on January 1, 2008. http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9400E0DC1F3AF932A35752C0A96E9C8B63&scp=1&sq=suzanne%20munson&st=cse
MUNSON–Dr. Suzanne Frances. We are deeply saddened by the untimely loss of our dear friend and colleague Dr. Suzanne Frances Munson, an intern in psychiatry, medicine and neurology at NewYorkPresbyterian Hospital/Weill Cornell Medical Center. A graduate of Princeton University and the Medical College of Virginia, Suzanne had recently completed a research fellowship at the National Institute of Mental Health. In her too-brief time with us, Suzanne inspired us with her gifts as a passionate physician and devoted friend. On behalf of the NewYorkPresbyterian Hospital community, we extend our heartfelt sympathies to the entire Munson family. Herbert Pardes, M.D. President & CEO NY-Presbyterian Hospital & Healthcare System Steven J. Corwin, M.D. Executive V.P. & COO NY-Presbyterian Hospital
During my senior year at Princeton, I had time to take a class for fun, so I signed up for a sculpture class and had the assignment of making a clay bust of someone else in the class. Fortunately, I had Emily Holland in the class with me; I got to spend many hours studying the contours and proportions of Emily’s head and now have her gorgeous youthful face immortalized in both clay and plaster at my house.
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton
When I was in high school, my dad was still in the Navy reserves as a physician for the divers. He invited me to take part in the Seals’ annual mini-triathalon with their families in Seattle, so I went. We swam in Lake Washington, ran 3 miles, and biked 6, I think. I was too wiped out at the time to keep track. The Seals all left me and my dad in their dust, but I managed to finish so I thought it was a success.
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton
I have had two official students so far. The first was a boy who lived in the town of Princeton, NJ whose mother really wanted him to take lessons at the University. She found me practicing on the beater piano above the dining hall in Wilson College and offered to pay me $40 an hour to give lessons to her son. Of course, in my perpetual quest for a campus job, I couldn’t refuse. It turned out she was much more interested in him learning to play the piano than he was, so we only had 2 lessons.
My second student is my husband, who got me a full-sized keyboard for my 30th birthday so that I finally have something of my own to play. He wanted to learn how to play a few things so I’ve helped him learn the basics. He can play Fur Elise now, at least the first part.
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton
I moved to Texas to start my residency in Ophthalmology at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center in Dallas and was amazed to discover how flat this part of the world is. There are no mountains, no major bodies of water. So what does one do when it’s flat and 90 degrees out on a cool day? One learns to golf. Once in a while I can get par on a hole, and I can hit the ball with a strong swing, but it’s the accuracy part that seems to be the kicker.
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton
As part of our annual camping trip to Sand Point, Washington, we would build not just castles but Sand Cities, complete with multiple moats and protective city walls on the sand bar as the tide was coming in. Before the waves were high enough to break over the city walls, the water would seep into the sand and fill the city’s many swimming pools and wells. The castles within the cities were the last refuge of the Sand People as the water started seeping in around them. The Sand Cities always met the same watery demise, but their construction and eventual inundation was highly entertaining for us and everyone passing by on the beach. This is a picture of the beach where we built our cities.
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton
As a freshman in college, I wandered into the Princeton Chapel hoping to find a piano I could play once in a while to keep the old fingers working. They had a gorgeous grand in there, but it was locked. In my search to find someone with its keys, I met Penna Rose, who was the fiery director of the Chapel Choir. She completely ignored my request for access to the piano, but asked me to sing something because she was looking for more altos to add to her choir. Still hoping she might give me permission to use the piano, I croaked something in a low register and was amazed that she said I was accepted into the choir, and that they would pay me a small hourly stipend for our rehearsals in the Chapel’s crypt. I ended up staying in the choir all four years and managed to talk Kirsten Solberg into joining as well. She was a much more valuable vocal addition to the group than I was. I still can’t sing worth a damn despite those four years of singing lessons, but it was fun. Who wouldn’t want to enter such a beautiful space and belt out something at the top of their lungs every week?
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton
When I was growing up in Washington State, I used to go camping every summer with my friend Paige Wilson’s family out to Sand Point in the Olympic National Forest. It’s considered a rain forest and it’s stunningly beautiful – it’s a magical place that Suzanne would totally love.
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton
I am taking a loose interpretation of this one…I grew up studying classical piano, taking lessons twice a week from age 4 to 18. Since then, I’ve continued to listen to classical music whenever I have to study for something, and I still enjoy playing Chopin and Liszt. I recognize most of the popular classical music I hear, and now with the help of my iPhone I can associate the specific composer with most of the stuff they play on the radio. At least I can narrow it down to a few composers. I think Suz would let that qualify.
- Julie Enright Furlan, friend from Princeton