Patricia (Fatima) Lassar

Profile Updated: July 15, 2018
Residing In Petaluma, CA USA
Spouse/Partner Two: 15 yrs each. none since 1994
Occupation retired artist
Children Noah: 11/11/74 developed reliability program at Tesla for the Model S. Now doing it at Google X lab More…for the driverless car.

Noria: 10/30/69 teaches writing at UC Santa Cruz. Published book of stories, Human Oddities.
Comments

I have never been into cars and never wanted to own a luxury car.

I believed in Tesla Motors and wanted to support them until they produced their less expensive EV. Starting in April 2012 through October 2012 I bought more stock than any financial adviser would consider wise. I put a lot of eggs in one basket.

After they started delivery of the Model S, I had no doubt my stock would go up in price enough to completely cover the cost of the car and a solar system to charge it. My "arrest me red" Model S was delivered April 29th 2013. It replaced a 2003 Honda Civic. The solar system was up and running June 4th.

Both car and stock continue to be a thrilling ride.

Google's driverless car is coming just in time. It will pick us up and drop us off anywhere we want to go when it is no longer safe for us to drive. It's real and it's almost ready.

School Story

"Whose the Bitch?"
Not all school stories are pleasant memories.

I was doing independent work in the art department supervised by Mrs Diana Regan. We got along well. She entered my work and the school won many scholastic gold keys. She gave me tickets to see Camelot for Xmas. She recommended me for a HS work scholarship at the Chicago Art Institute. I had a one man art show.

On the second to last day of senior year, Mrs Regan said she wanted a specific painting I had done. For mother's day I had given it to Chris Carvell's mother. She claimed she had the right to any of the work I'd done and this was the painting she wanted. If I didn't give it to her, she would cancel the art scholarship I had already been awarded.

I explained to June Carvell I needed to borrow it and hoped to bring it back. The next day, our last, I took the painting to the office of my hall principal. When I told him the circumstances he said she was mistaken and he would speak to her. I left the painting in his office. He must have spoken with her right away because when I saw her she was furious. As she hurled a rolled up $10 bill at me she said "Here's your money you fucking little bitch". Apparently she had sold one of my paintings hanging in the hall for $10 without asking my permission.
I picked up the money, retrieved my painting, and without reporting the incident, got out of there as fast as I could. I never wanted to go back.
June Carvell kept the painting all these years and recently Chrissy sent me the photo I posted.

Patricia (Fatima)'s Latest Interactions

Hide Comments
Jul
15
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:28 AM
May
20
May 20, 2018 at 3:33 AM
Patricia (Fatima) Lassar posted a message. New comment added.
Jul
30
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:03 PM

Posted on: Oct 09, 2017 at 9:33 PM

Fred, did I understand you to say it was the school's policy for the boys to wear nothing when swimming? Is that correct?

Patricia (Fatima) Lassar added a comment on her Profile.
Oct 09, 2017 at 7:54 PM
May 20, 2017 at 3:33 AM
May 20, 2016 at 3:33 AM
May 20, 2015 at 3:34 AM
Patricia (Fatima) Lassar added a comment on her Profile. New comment added.
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:53 PM

Posted on: Mar 16, 2015 at 11:05 PM

Ziplining in Queenstown, New Zealand January 2015. One more thing off my bucket list. 6 ziplines on a mountain overlooking a spectacular lake. Thrilling, is a bit of an understatement.
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:33 AM

My original is running off the page and I can't see the functions to edit or delete so I'm submitting this again

We were together for at least one year in high school I remember the beginning and much of the time we spent together but I  have no idea why or how or when  it ended. It just wasn't any more. As with the others whose path in life joined with mine for a while and then parted, I don't know if their lives continued or ended but they  remain alive my memory. The ones from high school always occupy a greater part of my life as reunions approach. This was the first time Preston Jones was not listed as missing. He also was not yet among the In Memory.  I did my usual search in the unlikely chance he had created a profile. Now there were ** after his name. He will always be, alive in my memory  until I am also only in memory. 
The rules that most of us find easy to follow,  for Preston, they were impossible. He simply ignored the ones that weren't right for him.  He never tried to hide this and I could see it would be a problem as he got older.   I wondered how he would survive in a society that would want to punish him to make him conform and he would be unable.
To those that didn't know him he probably appeared to be timid or shy because  he so seldom spoke.  He didn't smile often and laughed even less. But when he did, it was worth the wait. I can still see and even hear him chuckle but can't recall the tone of his voice. Beneath the quiet exterior and innocent boyish face he was audacious. We were like the central characters in a very exciting silent movie.
When his brother,  Buck, was away at college, he left his dark blue 1957  Thunderbird convertible at home.  Probably not for the first time,  Preston, age 15 borrowed it. This night he got in an accident in front of the  Pizza place on Noyes where Marty Grenzebach, had arranged for me to meet him.   The court said he couldn't apply  for a driver's license when he turned 16. I forget how long he had to wait but it didn't deter him any from driving.  He continued to "borrow" the Thunderbird as well as his parent's cars.  He wrote a letter to the DMV claiming he had not received his license in the mail. They wrote back they were looking into why he hadn't received his license. This letter he carried with him in case he was ever stopped and asked for his license. With no computers, they couldn't check. 

Once the police pulled us over while we were pulling the boat on McCormick Ave.  What now? He always drove carefully to stay off their radar.  The officer asked if he knew his boat was about to fall off the trailer. No he did not. He asked to see his license and registration. Out came the letter from the DMV which worked like a charm. He promised to slowly drive straight home and finally was allowed to go.  But the only way to get the boat straight on the trailer was to take it off in the lake. .It was more logical to first go to the lake which was our destination when stopped. So that's what he did

Another night we went by boat to downtown Chicago. There was a reason but I can't recall what it was that we thought it would be the best place to see something that was happening at I think perhaps McCormick Place. When we were almost there,, a Coast Guard cutter, like the highway patrol, came flying at us out of nowhere with siren screaming,  lights flashing, searchlights blinding us and blaring ominous commands through a bull horn. Our crime, we learned, we didn't have the  required color or number running lights for our particular type and size boat Was it really so important that We were to go ashore immediately. Then we would be stranded downtown in our bathing suits with no money and no place to leave a boat. A terrible idea which he promised to do and headed toward shore. When he was very close and they hadn't followed us, he turned off all the lights and headed north for Evanston. First creeping and then full throttle.

He drove around with me as I practiced driving and drove me to take my driving test, twice, while he still didn't have his own license.

His parents let him order  a new car.  He chose a  burgundy Ford Galaxy convertible with  a police interceptor  engine .The biggest  engine available,  We never fought and he never got mad.  On my first ride in the new car I remarked that it smelled terrible. This turned out it be coming from the dog shit I tracked in on my shoe. Not even then. 
He was an avid skier and went to Colorado at least once a year.  He took me to see Warren Miller when he came to the area with his wonderful ski movies. On our first ski trip we went to Wisconsin.  It was also our last ski trip which was fine with me.

I was behind him on a rope tow about halfway up a hill when I fell off.  He was smiling when he picked me up and told me to wipe my nose.  I kept batting at it unsuccessfully with 3 layers of heavy mittens which he found very funny. Then his look of amusement turned to one of absolute horror Suddenly it had dawned on him that the whitish yellow patch he had laughingly been directing me to wipe off, was in fact a spot that was now frozen solid.  This happened after being outside no more than 30 minutes.  Thankfully he never suggested we go again.  Skiing was definitely not for me. I loved watching others  through glass or on a screen from the comfort of indoors.

If finding ways to enter locked buildings through windows on upper floors was a school sport, Preston would have been a star player on the varsity team. Maybe even made All State.

One morning I awoke in my second floor bedroom to find a lipstick on my dresser that I knew I had left in his car the night before.  He had been in my bedroom and I hadn't woken up. After that he appeared frequently and I would wake up when he opened the window. Did we have sex? Not in any traditional defintion.  Imagine the softtest touch of two angels with wings and no hands. 

 Thank you Preston for giving me so many sweet memories of a truly innocent period of our lives. 

 

Patricia (Fatima) Lassar added a comment on her Profile. New comment added.
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:14 PM

Posted on: Oct 12, 2014 at 4:42 PM

Wisconsin senator Paul Ryan and me at Fund Raiser, Nov. 2012
Patricia (Fatima) Lassar posted a message. New comment added.
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:02 PM

Posted on: Sep 14, 2014 at 8:19 PM

I looked for you at the reunion. I never did find the right person to ask if someone wasn't coming so I wouldn't waste reunion time searching the event for them. I'm on my way home with my list of people to seek out mostly checked off.

Patricia (Fatima) Lassar added a comment on her Profile.
Sep 01, 2014 at 3:18 PM
Patricia (Fatima) Lassar added a comment on her Profile.
Aug 27, 2014 at 7:18 AM
Patricia (Fatima) Lassar posted a message. New comment added.
Sep 02, 2014 at 11:03 AM

Posted on: Aug 26, 2014 at 8:04 AM

Thank you for sharing your negative experience. It's too bad it has taken us 50 years to unburden ourselves. It wasn't our fault that it happened to us and I doubt you and Helga were the only ones those teachers touched. I don't think the girls today would accept it and let them get away with such inappropriate behavior.

Aug 26, 2014 at 7:17 AM

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I just saw Bill Robb's posting that you found the movie and are having DVD's made. Sorry I nagged you but not too sorry if it helped. You are my hero! I don't see you signed up for any reunion events. I would love to see you and give you the letter you wrote me from Amherst in 1965. I'm free in between events to arrange something. And of course get a copy of the movie.

Patricia (Fatima) Lassar added a comment on her Profile.
Aug 26, 2014 at 7:04 AM
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:32 PM

Jay, would like more details about Harvey's surprise behaviors.  If not here, I'll ask you at the reunion.

Patricia (Fatima) Lassar has left an In Memory comment for Elizabeth (Missy) Tracy. New comment added.
Aug 22, 2014 at 4:45 PM

Posted on: Aug 21, 2014 at 11:32 PM

Thought I'd see if Missy got her picture in a Key before she left ETHS.  I couldn't remember her face until I found this picture. I'm pretty sure that's Missy in this West Hall Council photo from 1961. E.Tracy is in middle. 

 "Out of control" were the words that flashed on my mental screen with no supporting memories. I barely knew her.

Patricia (Fatima) Lassar posted a message. New comment added.
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:19 AM

Posted on: Aug 21, 2014 at 9:02 PM

I designed the sets for Anything Goes.

Hide Comments
Posted: Jul 02, 2014 at 2:20 PM
Posted: Mar 12, 2014 at 8:47 PM
Posted: Mar 12, 2014 at 7:25 PM
Once you've driven one of these, you'll never want to go back to a gas powered car.
Posted: Mar 13, 2014 at 5:35 PM
The train Mary Blackwell asked about
Posted: Jun 21, 2014 at 7:25 PM
Posted: May 02, 2014 at 12:47 AM
Posted: Mar 15, 2014 at 2:42 AM
this is the painting that caused my art teacher to become unhinged
Posted: Jun 30, 2014 at 10:01 PM
Posted: Jun 30, 2014 at 10:01 PM
Posted: Aug 09, 2014 at 1:17 AM
Boltwood Park with future St Louis Quarterback, Jim Hart