WellesleyWeston Magazine

WINTER 2016-2017

Launched in 2005, WellesleyWeston Magazine is a quarterly publication tailored to Wellesley and Weston residents and edited to enrich the experience of living in two of Massachusetts' most desirable communities.

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"We wanted to go to his class every day, to make sense of the chaos of experience, to be articulate, to align ourselves with the right causes," Kolb recalled. No one skipped Mr. Crockett's classes, not even on the annual Senior Skip Day. When I think of him now, I remember first his luminous pale blue eyes incandescent in that delicately chiseled face; eyes fixed with Jedi power on a student, or dancing with barely suppressed merriment, or flaming with a deeply tapped passion. Those eyes, always the eyes—"piercing" is a cliché, and if there were one thing which Mr. Crockett could not abide, it would be a tedious cliché—but they were piercing. Look at any picture of him and you'll be riveted. In person they were urgent, compelling, even mesmerizing, locked and loaded in on you with laser-intensity. He was also, in the words of the song that reached number one on the charts while I was in his classroom, our "bridge over trou- bled waters." He was the one we talked to not just about literature or college plans, but also about our adolescent angst. He listened—oh, did he listen; listening was an aerobic sport for him. When our playful, delightful, gifted classmate Chriss Burguess was killed in a car accident, we found ourselves going to him just to try to help us make sense of something without sense. He grieved with us and for us. He was our lodestone, our counselor, and our priest. Wilbury Crockett 90 W e l l e s l e y W e s t o n M a g a z i n e | w i n t e r 2 0 1 6 / 2 0 1 7 C O U R T E S Y O F D E B O R A H C R O C K E T T - R I C E

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