Regina Fehrens Poulard 205 Shadow Trail Michiana Shores, IN 46360
Spouse:
Jean V. Poulard ‘63
Children:
Johannes, Michiana Shores, IN
In 1961, my father was in charge of an Evangelical United Brethren (EUB) youth hostel in Berlin. That summer, two groups of students from EUB colleges came to visit Berlin. One was from North Central in Naperville, Illinois, and the other was from Otterbein. Since I was fluent in English, I served as interpreter and tour guide for these two groups. The leaders both invited me to their respective college to be a language teaching assistant. I chose Otterbein because, there, I was offered free tuition, room and board, and a stipend. On my first day at Otterbein, as I was helping out with the sorting of some papers in the faculty room on the second floor of Towers, this fellow, with a French accent, showed up and, without really introducing himself, asked me to go with him to the Kings fraternity hayride. I had no idea about what that was all about, but I accepted the invitation. Far from me to think that I had just met my future husband! I had a great time during my two years at Otterbein. I majored in English and French and learned a lot from Professors Price, Ray and Neff. As the German teaching assistant, I worked closely with Dr. O’Bear, who was such a gentle lady. Because Jean and I dated exclusively, and since he was majoring in history and government, I came to know the professors he considered his mentors: Dr. Laubach, Dr. Hancock and Dr. Holtermann. We spent much time together with these professors, who would invite us from time to time for dinner. Since Dr. Holtermann was German, I spent much time at her house, especially babysitting her cats when she was away. And it is with her Volkswagen that I started to learn how to drive!
I will not forget all the good people connected to Otterbein who were so kind to me and Jean. One such person was Mrs. Crane, who invited us so often to enjoy the company of her family. And then, there was the eighty-year-old Dr. Rosselot who provided Jean and me, June 1964 rooms for us in his farm house during the summer. Jean graduated in 1963 and went on to graduate school at the University of Chicago (where Dr. Holtermann had earned her Ph.D.). To my chagrin, he and I were now separated, but we saw each other at Christmas at his sister’s in Kansas. Later, we met in Chicago, where I was invited by some family friends. And, of course, he attended my graduation.
At Jean’s graduation 1963