Remembering Dolly By Nanci Nowicki Rountz October, 1996 Dolly and I met in the fall of 1973, during our freshman year at Wellesley collage. We both lived on the first floor of Pomeroy Hall. One morning we found ourselves together and sat talking for more than an hour. I think that we became friends right there and then, though we came from very different background. Dolly was not like anyone I knew. I remember particularly being struck by the contradiction between how she appeared --small, frail, very feminine -- and how she was -- strong, sure, independent. I sensed even than an underlying seriousness of purpose that was extraordinary. There were so many different kinds of students at Wellesley, and Dolly and I had many different friends. But always we sought each other out, and our friendship deepened as we got to know each other better. I loved learning about Taiwan and Chinese history, culture, and food through Dolly. She loved her country above everyth...